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<\|description\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Species: (Ageless Due to A Dragon Wish) Human Age: Stopped counting past the third century. Appears to be 14. Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Yaksha, like the spirits he borrowed his nickname from, is dual natured. Usually behaving like a gentle refreshing breeze of goodwill and politeness, his soothing smile betrays a deep dark abyss of enduring despair that has been going for millenia. Indeed Yaksha is no stranger to malice and cruelty, and has lived for so long, he is all but a cynic deep down at this point, knowing that everywhere in existence, sentient beings are more than often mediocre or scum. Even so, his unnatural lifespan has granted him a god's wisdom, and deep beneath it, he still hopes and cherishes the small miracles that pepper creation. It is mayhaps the sole reason why he has not commited suicide yet, despite being unable to age. Bio: Once upon a time, where lands were ruled by tribal kings, wars were fought with spears and laws were engraved on stone, a certain prince was born out of the favored concubine at the time. Said prince was said to embody the beauty of the kingdom, and even his own mother became enthralled with it. As the prince grew, the mother whispered into the King's ears for him to scourge the land and find a method to preserve beauty. Kingdoms were plundered. Wars were waged. And after years of bloodshed, the legend of the dragonballs came forth. Mystical peerless artifacts that could grant any wish. They were used, and the foolish concubine wished for eternal youth upon her 14-year old son, a decision she would come to regret. For the kingdom was spent, and soon fell to the combined forces of all the other kingdoms and factions the King and his concubine had opposed. In the ensuing chaos, Dimsum managed to escape, only to find the folly of it all. What was the use of being a eternally cute teenager, in this dog-eat-dog world? His heart darkened, and turned to obscure arts. He became a recluse, a mystic of magic known as the Yaksha. No less than two centuries passed in his studies, when a question gnawed at his mind. What were the dragon balls? Where did they come from? Eventually, he found a clue in the Korin Tower, and also a major roadblock. A magician could simply not compete with the martial arts of the guardian of the tower, and thus had to retrain himself from the ground up to an acceptable level. Still, thanks to the selfish wish once formulated by his mother, he had no worries about playing it slow and steady, and eventually he managed to gain a good foundation that allowed him to progress to the next level. There, he met Kami, the creator of the dragonballs, that said in no uncertain terms that the wish he had been subject upon could not be undone, and therefore, that he had to live his life without ever growing up. However, as a small consolation, he took the fledgling Yaksha as his aide, and trained him further into the mysteries of life, existence, and martial arts. Yaksha thus became a gopher of the guardian of Earth, and therefore did his bidding to save the earth from the destruction and suffering caused by Demon King Piccolo and other mortals. However, eventually, their gazes turned outside to the encroachment of the Emperor of the Universe, Freeza, and his minions, who had discovered that Earth harbored dragon balls. Kami ordered Yaksha to round up a group of peerless warriors to train like they had never before, and even allowed Yaksha to make use of the Other World's training facilities under King Kai. All stops were pulled, and even Piccolo was reunited with Kami to face the new threat. They even recruited the android genius Dr Gero. The war was short and brutal, but at the end of the day, a narrow victory was achieved as Freeza was driven off, at the cost of losing Kami, Piccolo, the dragon balls, and everyone but Yaksha, alongside with two thirds of the population of the planet. Yet, life went on, even in this grim world, and Yaksha found himself with the prospect of trying to find a new Kami. It would not last long, as in a few years, another threat loomed. Freeza had returned. But alongside him... the wizard known as Babidi, who eventually revived the monster known as Majin Buu. The situation was dire. With no allies left, Yaksha tried a last stand against the forces that would destroy the planet... ...only to be pulled out of his timeline by the Supreme Kai of Time. This made Yaksha somewhat dejected, but he knew better than to antagonize a Supreme Kai. Techniques: * Magic: Dimsum was originally a mystic, and while a lot of knowledge is now rusty, he can still pull some magical stuff. + Magic Materialization: Can create his own clothes out of nowhere. Fancy + Mystic Healing: Better than a Senzu bean. It does require time, and he has to lay his hands on the target, leaving him wide open. + Shapeshifting: Can alter his appearance, but this doesn't change his power. * Expert Ki Sensing: Having been trained by Kami, Yaksha can sense ki exceptionally well, and can to a degree identify the hostility in targets much like namekians (although his version is still less refined than that of slug people). His area sensing is particularly wide. * Vajra: Vajra is a massive ki blast technique that can be executed in two ways. One handed it behaves like a homing lance with heavy firepower, two handed sacrifices homing abilities for sheer raw power and can be considered a finishing technique on its own, with decent piercing capabilities. * Kamuy (Kaioken): A technique Yaksha devised by himself, before finding out King Kai had his own version in stock. Yaksha's version does make use of his fine ki sensing and control and allows a slightly better yield. * Kai Kai: Learned this technique for his cooperation in dealing with Majin Buu and his relation to Kami and the Supreme Kais. Can teleport without the restrictions of Instant Transmission through different worlds. * Flight: His can be ki or magic flavored. Magic flavored is slower, but it can be useful if he's drained of ki. Transformations: Other Info: Looks pretty in a dress. Yaksha is extremely xenophobic towards the races that served under Freeza.</s> <\|message\|>Ovaan Ovaan @IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred "...I think even the worst of us is capable of growth." Those words stood out to him the most, though not necessarily because Ovaan agreed. He'd seen far too many atrocities in his time - and in fact had actually been the one committing said atrocities in many cases - to bring himself to agree with such a sentiment. It was a nice sentiment, to be sure. But still just a sentiment. Reality tended to be much harsher than that, and true to reality, some people were just simply beyond saving. And sure, it might be easy for him to think of only Freeza but... the whole truth of it was much harder than that. Ah, but now it seemed there was some squabbling to be silenced. Thankfully, though, it seemed as though Ovaan didn't have to do much apart from simply having Velona's back in the event that things went south. They, however, did not. That boy sure did prove himself to be quite the loudmouth though, didn't he? He may have provided the initial answers that Ovaan had sought after so much, but beyond that he was not proving himself to be a very likable fellow. Quite a feat, when he was in the company of a man who helped enslave entire planets in the name of Freeza. But all of this wasn't what concerned Ovaan. He needed some clarification, and now that the Kai was up and about it seemed like a good time to ask, "Excuse me... Supreme Kai, was it?" he asked, unable to recall what her full title was. He offered a short bow regardless, for the sake of etiquette of course, "If I'm understanding things correctly, then I believe I am also correct in assuming that you brought us here to aid you in some way? That much is clear to me, but what is not clear to me is how much help any of us could possibly be against a foe who reportedly destroys entire universes seemingly on a whim. Might I inquire for further clarification on this matter?"</s> <\|message\|>Titanius @Chev@KillamriX88@AtomicNut@Chev Titanius [M-3] Titanius was making sure to keep his eyes and ears open to everything that was being said and shown to them. The first real good piece of information came from the Kai. She mentioned a 'Dimensional Scanner' that told her Tabaga had the same energy signature as that which had struck Conton City, which had to be the name for their current location. She then showed them a recording of a past event in Tabaga's life where she was fighting some black armored troopers with a fellow Saiyan. From the Kai's response it seemed a good guess that those troopers were the source of said energy signature. Unfortunately Tabaga was not in the best state of mind as she started to turn her anger on the Kai. The human decided to step in a rather, rude manner but before he got himself in trouble he did manage to pick up on him mentioning them being stuck in a pocket dimension. Now this was serious news, if true it meant they were stuck here, with the only person able to potentially get them out being the Kai before them. The blindfolded one quickly intervened however though not before Tabaga grabbed the young boy by the neck and nearly killed him, thankfully the other woman's words managed to get through and the Saiyan got herself under control. It was almost as if her inner Oozaru had tried to leak out in a rage, despite there being no moon to trigger it. She manged to calm down and even introduced herself to the group, things perhaps could actually progress now. The Acrosian[Freiza Race] quickly got to the heart of the matter, about why they had been plucked from their universes and what could be done about a universe destroying threat. Now if the force truly had the power to just destroy Universe's on a whim, then frankly there was nothing that could be done, but there had to be a mechanism at work that was being exploited. No matter how strong something was there was very little chance for it to have the power to actually wipe out an entire universe, maybe destroy all matter but not to destroy the fabric of reality itself. The question was how were they or it, destroying entire universes? While he was sure to keep his audio processors open to hear the Kai's answer Titanius now had a golden opportunity to meet a species he had never encounter before or access data of. Seeing the danger had passed, he stepped up beside Tabaga and faced the blindfolded one, Velona. She truly was quite a unique individual and now his curiosity was overflowing. "Thank you for your calm intervention Velona that helped diffuse the situation. It is quite encouraging to see someone making rational decision. My designation is M-3 but I have taken on the name Titanius." He had no way to know what kind of greeting ritual her species employed so he opted for a slight bow rather than something as forward as a handshake. "So are you blind or is there some other reason that you are wearing a blindfold." Tossing aside any potential ice breakers or small talk, he quickly went straight to the foremost question on his mind to try and sate his own inquisitive tendencies. He still had a lot to learn about natural organics, especially in the social department.</s> <\|message\|>Darbin @IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred "At the end of the day the only thing that matters is our purpose here. I don't know anything about you saiyans, and other creatures but I certainly doubt that a Supreme Kai of all people would be present if not for a serious event. Though I've never met one in person until now I have heard tales from my higher ups of them intervening in particularly dangerous situations. Rare as they were." Darbin said unperturbed by the others talk, and mannerisms. He held his hands folded across his chest He took a deep breath and considered the situation all this talk of dimensions, and other nonsense was above his head. He wasn't the type to consider anything about timelines, or whatever that was at stake but a galaxy wide threat? That was at least something tangible he could grasp. "If there is a threat in hand I have no problem working with the others to stop it. Simply put if something must die then I will do my best to kill it. At the end of the day I am a soldier getting my hands a bit dirty never bothered me quite one bit." Darbin commented as he cracked his neck. "If I'm called upon to use my talents to save instead of destroy it is just another day for me. Die, or find victory are two sides of a coin I'm firmly aware of though I doubt this enemy will be thrown at us directly...no commander ever fights their own battles." Darbin stated rather plainly as he couldn't help but wonder...there were species here like the pink thing, the android, and 'Frost Demon', if that's what they even were called being exceedingly rare rulers of particular worlds in his 'timeline'. Were these species exclusive to certain sectors? Or were they being lied too?</s>	<\|message\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Yaksha wasn't terribly surprised when the Saiyan woman further exploded into violence. Whatever, he really needed to get it out of his system. And here he was, being strangled. It made his neck a bit sore, actually. Maybe he should have turned into an eel to escape, though? Though it wasn't as much as life threatening as it would look like. He had faced this level of power, and this kind of situation before. He had prevailed before them. A newborn super-saiyan these days wasn't enough to put down the iron-hearted protector of Earth, keeper of Kami's throne down in the slightlest. If anything her vacant smile of despair and cockyness met a raised eyebrow and a cold stare, a sort of expression of pity with disappointment. Tch, Saiyans. Love to always solve their problems with their fists. He sighed, as he hardened enough with his Ki so even the tightest squeeze of the mad Saiyan would not even be much of a consequence. It was done in a careful, minute manner. There was no need to flare up his power and go gung ho over this stupid scuffle, more than he did though. It was no secret he'd been venting out his frustration, ever since the Kai had told about his universe's fate. He stood up after the seemingly near-lethal ordeal, and flexed his neck, testing the range of movements. "Whatever." He dismissively said to Tabaga. Fools did not deserve a further answer. His ears perked up to the Supreme Kai's plea as he made a slight nod. "As you command." He whispered back. When all was said and done, he had to wait. The Freeza guy had asked what kind of help this rag tag team could bring. "I do have the distinct feeling we are all what she could find in time." He commented before the Kai, leaning against some debris, his eyes closed and arms folded. Fuck, when was the last time I had some tea or food? I really miss Gine these days. She was a real sunshine, unlike these other saiyan beast women here. Only saiyan I ever liked. Pity that Dabura killed her.</s>
<\|description\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Species: (Ageless Due to A Dragon Wish) Human Age: Stopped counting past the third century. Appears to be 14. Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Yaksha, like the spirits he borrowed his nickname from, is dual natured. Usually behaving like a gentle refreshing breeze of goodwill and politeness, his soothing smile betrays a deep dark abyss of enduring despair that has been going for millenia. Indeed Yaksha is no stranger to malice and cruelty, and has lived for so long, he is all but a cynic deep down at this point, knowing that everywhere in existence, sentient beings are more than often mediocre or scum. Even so, his unnatural lifespan has granted him a god's wisdom, and deep beneath it, he still hopes and cherishes the small miracles that pepper creation. It is mayhaps the sole reason why he has not commited suicide yet, despite being unable to age. Bio: Once upon a time, where lands were ruled by tribal kings, wars were fought with spears and laws were engraved on stone, a certain prince was born out of the favored concubine at the time. Said prince was said to embody the beauty of the kingdom, and even his own mother became enthralled with it. As the prince grew, the mother whispered into the King's ears for him to scourge the land and find a method to preserve beauty. Kingdoms were plundered. Wars were waged. And after years of bloodshed, the legend of the dragonballs came forth. Mystical peerless artifacts that could grant any wish. They were used, and the foolish concubine wished for eternal youth upon her 14-year old son, a decision she would come to regret. For the kingdom was spent, and soon fell to the combined forces of all the other kingdoms and factions the King and his concubine had opposed. In the ensuing chaos, Dimsum managed to escape, only to find the folly of it all. What was the use of being a eternally cute teenager, in this dog-eat-dog world? His heart darkened, and turned to obscure arts. He became a recluse, a mystic of magic known as the Yaksha. No less than two centuries passed in his studies, when a question gnawed at his mind. What were the dragon balls? Where did they come from? Eventually, he found a clue in the Korin Tower, and also a major roadblock. A magician could simply not compete with the martial arts of the guardian of the tower, and thus had to retrain himself from the ground up to an acceptable level. Still, thanks to the selfish wish once formulated by his mother, he had no worries about playing it slow and steady, and eventually he managed to gain a good foundation that allowed him to progress to the next level. There, he met Kami, the creator of the dragonballs, that said in no uncertain terms that the wish he had been subject upon could not be undone, and therefore, that he had to live his life without ever growing up. However, as a small consolation, he took the fledgling Yaksha as his aide, and trained him further into the mysteries of life, existence, and martial arts. Yaksha thus became a gopher of the guardian of Earth, and therefore did his bidding to save the earth from the destruction and suffering caused by Demon King Piccolo and other mortals. However, eventually, their gazes turned outside to the encroachment of the Emperor of the Universe, Freeza, and his minions, who had discovered that Earth harbored dragon balls. Kami ordered Yaksha to round up a group of peerless warriors to train like they had never before, and even allowed Yaksha to make use of the Other World's training facilities under King Kai. All stops were pulled, and even Piccolo was reunited with Kami to face the new threat. They even recruited the android genius Dr Gero. The war was short and brutal, but at the end of the day, a narrow victory was achieved as Freeza was driven off, at the cost of losing Kami, Piccolo, the dragon balls, and everyone but Yaksha, alongside with two thirds of the population of the planet. Yet, life went on, even in this grim world, and Yaksha found himself with the prospect of trying to find a new Kami. It would not last long, as in a few years, another threat loomed. Freeza had returned. But alongside him... the wizard known as Babidi, who eventually revived the monster known as Majin Buu. The situation was dire. With no allies left, Yaksha tried a last stand against the forces that would destroy the planet... ...only to be pulled out of his timeline by the Supreme Kai of Time. This made Yaksha somewhat dejected, but he knew better than to antagonize a Supreme Kai. Techniques: * Magic: Dimsum was originally a mystic, and while a lot of knowledge is now rusty, he can still pull some magical stuff. + Magic Materialization: Can create his own clothes out of nowhere. Fancy + Mystic Healing: Better than a Senzu bean. It does require time, and he has to lay his hands on the target, leaving him wide open. + Shapeshifting: Can alter his appearance, but this doesn't change his power. * Expert Ki Sensing: Having been trained by Kami, Yaksha can sense ki exceptionally well, and can to a degree identify the hostility in targets much like namekians (although his version is still less refined than that of slug people). His area sensing is particularly wide. * Vajra: Vajra is a massive ki blast technique that can be executed in two ways. One handed it behaves like a homing lance with heavy firepower, two handed sacrifices homing abilities for sheer raw power and can be considered a finishing technique on its own, with decent piercing capabilities. * Kamuy (Kaioken): A technique Yaksha devised by himself, before finding out King Kai had his own version in stock. Yaksha's version does make use of his fine ki sensing and control and allows a slightly better yield. * Kai Kai: Learned this technique for his cooperation in dealing with Majin Buu and his relation to Kami and the Supreme Kais. Can teleport without the restrictions of Instant Transmission through different worlds. * Flight: His can be ki or magic flavored. Magic flavored is slower, but it can be useful if he's drained of ki. Transformations: Other Info: Looks pretty in a dress. Yaksha is extremely xenophobic towards the races that served under Freeza.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga The Kai listened to the concerns that were brought up and did her best to answer them as best she could. She wasn't exactly sure what awaited them in Tabaga's universe since the Dimensional Scanner couldn't read into the universe itself, all it could say was that Tabaga's universe was still intact. "But we're just the victims of all this. How are we supposed to know what to look for? How are we supposed to recognize something important even if we do see it? We're going to a completely different universe," for most of them anyway, "everything is likely to seem strange to us to begin with. I do hope your plan extends beyond sending us there in the first place." "Right now, we're simply going to go into Tabaga's universe and see what we're dealing with and that's it. I don't want any of you to engage in any fighting with anyone or anything. I believe the term a few of my time patrollers often used was "Recon". As far as I'm concerned you'll be staying for less than ten minutes. The Dimensional Scanner can't look into her universe for some reason, all it's been able to say is that Tabaga's universe is intact." "I'm not especially looking forward to running into people asking me what I'm doing with saiyans for example. My people tend to be aggressive warriors in my universe, and we don't get along with saiyans. I bet Tabaga's version of my people are either completely different, or very similar. I'm just worried about the dynamics of our team. I mean no offense to those who are here." Tabaga finally spoke up after Darbin finished speaking. "Sorry to break it to you big guy, but before I was brought here I'd never seen one of your people as a threat to the saiyans before in my life. We were actually on pretty good terms with your people. One of you actually set up shop on Planet Vegeta as a shopkeeper before the end. And remember, the enemy we were fighting back in my home universe didn't leave survivors. They would just burn all life from a world and then move onto the next. I honestly doubt we'll find anything alive in my universe but I'm tempted to indulge the Kai here."</s> <\|message\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Yaksha finished sipping his coffee, paying no heed to the display of gluttony of others that had been lured by the buffet. At least that seemed to pacify some people, which was integral to building spirit. Yet to his surprise, a Saiyan out of all things, had not even tried to touch the entincing food. The same saiyan that had grabbed his neck earlier. Good grief, such a troublemaker... always standing. He took a piece of bread and gnawed it without much care and manners, eating aggressively as ideas were traded back and forth. He was annoyed by several things that had been sail. He chewed and gulped and then he spoke. "What do we know is these are a multiversal army, with enough troops to overthrow a multi-planetary regime. Even if Saiyans are known to ape it when it comes to management, they probably have enough enemies to drown us in a tide of never ending battles. We are few. They are many. And well equipped. We can't fight them on even ground." "So we will use wits and smarts, and use any piece of information we can find." Yaksha said. "Besides..." "What they have done to all of us, doesn't deserve an easy way out. I want to crush them so badly, deny their grandiose plans, and make them die, cursing in fear and confusion. Such is a fitting end for those who crush Universes worth of people. Regardless of our background, or how mismatched we are, we are avengers now. Our fists carry the conviction of trillions of deaths. We cannot afford a misstep." Yaksha said. "Our first stop should be a peculiarity of any given Universe. A place that is unbreachable, even for those who can use Instant Transmission, unless they somehow gain the ability to sense godly ki. From that place, one can sense the entire universe. " Yaksha said, taking a slurp of juice absently-minded. His throat was a little dry. "The World of the Supreme Kais. Perhaps we might find others who we can liason with." He paused. He sincerely wished more Kais were alive, but even that was doubtful. "Regardless of it, if one does know the technique that attendants of Supreme Kai learn, we could instantly move to any point of the universe back and forth, and use that place as vantage point." "Fortunately, Lady Chronoa is the second Supreme Kai I have the pleasure to work with. So I do know said technique."</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga The Kai smiled at Yaksha's words and began inputting commands into the Dimensional Scanner. The device flashed green twice and a soft beeping sound began to fill the air as a moment later, a large swirling greenish-blue portal appeared in front of the group. "As you can see, the portal is now open and the time is now." She said simply. "Remember, I just want you all to take a quick look around and if you see anything or anyone that looks hostile, Do. Not. Fight. It. Your mission here is to observe and that's it." Tabaga slowly rose to her feet and stepped towards the portal and took a deep breath. "I'm not expecting home to look like anything I remember. But at the least maybe I'll be able to put some demons to rest." She said quietly as she stepped though the portal and it shimmered slightly behind her.</s> <\|message\|>Maize Maize finished scuffing down what she could when it became clear that it was time to go. She didn't care much for the conversation before and didn't care much for the Kai's Observe Only order. She started walking towards the shimmering green-ish blue purple and turned her head to look at the Supreme Kai. "No promises. Recon missions don't typically stay recon for long. I'll at least try to punch answers out of them if it comes to it." Before Lady Chronoa could object Maize walked through the portal causing it to shimmer once more behind her.</s> <\|message\|>Titanius Titanius [M-3] Titanius drank in as much information as possible, which did include the food as well, though only a sampling of each item just to taste test everything. There was some more talking but then at last things were starting to move forward. A portal was opened by the Supreme Kai through which his sensors failed to pick up anything, no doubt the transference into another universe being the key problem. "Information is the key element we lack at the moment and so prioritizing recon is a must." He said it as a reminder, but he had no idea if anyone in the vicinity would heed his words, pure organics tended to be rather emotionally based after all. Maize's statement upon entering the portal did pose quite a few problems but there was nothing to do about it now. The main objective was to try and figure out by what mechanism the enemy was destroying universes and what was preventing them from doing so in this one. A tall order to be sure but most likely the answer would be hidden in a location not obliterated by the enemy. With his main objective firmly planted in his mind, he stepped through the portal and found himself...</s>	<\|message\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Yaksha urged the temptation to facepalm. Chronoa should not have asked the help from any saiyan whatsoever. He was being proven right, as one of the uncivilized monkey girls seemed to be roused at the prospect of battle, ignoring completely the strategy. The Earthling sighed. "Monkeys..." With a tired expression, he gave a last glance at the Supreme Kai. "I will try to stop her if necessary." He then snapped his fingers, being enveloped in the telltale cloud of Transformation magic, and coming out as someone completely different. "Wish me luck, then." "She" then stepped inside the portal.</s>
<\|description\|>Darbin Species: Hera Clan Age: N/A Gender: Male Appearance: A large well toned male Hera Clan typical of his people he has teal skin tone, and short cut orange hair more in the style of a buzz cut. He has large noticeable scars on his arms, and chest with a one particular one slashed across his right cheek earned from his time training. He is rough in appearances and is by no means handsome. He typically wears loose fitting clothing, and they ideally are simple by design. Personality: A soldier by trade Darbin is serious, and rather brutally efficient when it comes down to it. He sees things in rather black, and white nature seeing a job that needs to be done as just that. He has no qualms with acting in ways that some may consider evil if need be but prefers to avoid such circumstances. He is not devoid of 'humanity' as Darbin does have a soft spot for domesticated creatures, and young children. Growing up in the slums of his planet he decided to fight to become as strong as he could preferring that to the helplessness of living a life of struggle. He doesn't particularly enjoy training, nor talking but he is one who doesn't mind doing either if need be. When it comes down to it Darbin could be described simply as someone who lives for the thrill of becoming stronger for the sake of it. His power as a milestone of sorts. His experiences in the slums, and the military enforcing into him the motto 'might makes right' as his people tend to base their worth on one's physical, and mental abilities above a sense of wealth though many do seek that as well. Bio: Born into a life of poverty in the back slums of his peoples' home planet Darbin's family was large but poor, and he grew up in a rather impoverished state. Life in the slums was hard, and many people often fought over the food that was given out, or found. His mother, and father weren't particularly notable warriors and as such were on the bottom of society's totem pole. Spending his earliest years of his childhood struggling painted quite a simple picture: you either fight to survive, or you die. His parents weren't much in the way of role models, and neither were many of the others in the neighborhood so he ended up joining a gang in his earliest teenage years. In that gang he learned how to fight, and the proper basics which is where he first started to train in some form. Through gang wars, and violence Darbin grew to start to gain a reputation for being a solid warrior in his own right winning more battles than he ultimately lost. It was when he started to be come a grown adult that he sought more than just his every day life in the gang. He decided after sometime to join the planet's military which had begun recruiting in the slums as a war that they had been raging had cost the levels of many of the Hera Clan. His people's attempts to take a large chunk of the galaxy had proven difficult with the advent of police forces, and other foreign nations fighting for the same. Recruited quickly due to his physique compared to the others in the slums he was quickly hauled to basic training. When Darbin joined them military he was quickly run through the gauntlet of fighting, and struggling to survive to be prepared to fight on other worlds, and to unlock the 'full power' form of his people. It was fighting on a dead world that his luck finally seemed to be coming to an end after a week of near constant fighting his squad finally managed to escape, and had to hide in a cave not to far from a location they were fighting in to recuperate. It was then, and there where his some of his team including his captain started to succumb to their wounds. He closed his eyes during a quiet evening with the sound of warfare in the background did he not open them and find himself in a temple. He knew for little reason why he was there simply that he had likely been pulled into another conflict. Techniques: Flight Ki Blasts Full Power Energy Ball Full Power Energy Wave Trap Shooter Energy Shield Ki Sense Transformations: dragonball.fandom.com/wiki/Full_Power…</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga @AtomicNut @King Kindred "Um, Tabaga. H-how strong are these things? If we were to sneak in, could we fight our way back out if it came down to it?" Tabaga kept her voice low as she tried to find the words. "I...I never fought the robotic spiders. I don't know how strong they are. But those black armored troopers would most likely be very difficult to defeat with their present numbers. When they attacked Planet Vegeta they were slightly stronger than our warriors but we were still able to fight back to an extent. I say we listen to the Kai's orders and we avoid fighting. If they see us they'll probably just swarm us and overwhelm us with sheer numbers." A moment later, she turned to look at Yaksha and motioned for him to try and grab Maize and get back to the group. Hopefully whoever was running this show wouldn't be expecting a small group of infiltrators.</s> <\|message\|>Maize Maize Maize sighed in annoyance. Admittedly she hadn't completely thought her plan all the way through, but it was certainly a plan. She still believes it would've worked, but that wasn't the important thing right now. Yaksha's magic piqued her curiosity more and more. The man-child was even able to turn himself into an insect. Then a lightbulb went off above her head, figuratively of course. If he could stay in that insect form he should be able to sneak inside the harvesting factory and find a way for them to get inside unnoticed. "Every brain is meat." She said matter of factly. "But maybe you could use that form to sneak on inside and open a door for us." She removed herself from the pile and started to head back towards the others. She didn't wait for his response since he'd have to give it anyway once they reached the others since they likely hadn't heard the brilliance she had come up with.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga GM POST As our heroes continued exploring their options, a sudden flash of movement from high above caught Tabaga's attention. "Guys. I think we've been mad-" A moment later a massive explosion tore through one of the larger black and red spheres and small explosions began to emerge across the surface of the sphere. "Alert: Prisoner one has escaped. Alert. Prisoner one has escaped. All forces engage and reacquire at all costs." Nearly all of the remaining black armored troopers in the area turned around and immediately began flying towards the damaged sphere as more and more of them began appearing. A number of them were seemingly scanning the area. "We need to go. Now." Tabaga said flatly as she motioned to Yaksha and Maize. A much larger explosion rocked the area a moment later as multiple holes began appearing in the damaged sphere as multiple figures seemingly blasted their way out. A few of them began attacking the black armored troopers while others seemingly were looking for a way out. Alert: Holding Facility One has been breached. Recapture prisoners with level three power levels and above. Use of lethal force authorized on all others." Tabaga was trying to make sense of what was going on when two hooded figures seemingly appeared directly next to them. One was taller then the other and both were covered in heavy cloaks. The shorter one stared at the group. "You and your allies are not from here. That portal, where does it lead to?" He asked in a tone that stated that time was a factor in this situation.</s> <\|message\|>Velona --- Velona whipped around at the sudden appearance of the two newcomers. She hadn't detected their approach at all. Her hands shook. They were the enemy of the armored soldiers, right? That would put them on the same side, right? She couldn't guarantee that, though. If they turned out to be hostile and they led them right back to the Kai of Time and their last refuge... could they stop them? But then, what other options did they really have here? "While it seems we share a common enemy, I'm not sure we can answer that when we don't know yet who you are..." she answered cautiously. Technically she'd just refused to answer their question. Their response would tell them at least a little, whether or not they cared to actually introduce themselves.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga "While it seems we share a common enemy, I'm not sure we can answer that when we don't know yet who you are..." The shorter of the two figures looked at the taller one who motioned at him to remove his hood. The shorter hooded figure threw back his hood to reveal a green skinned face with white hair and pointed ears. "Apologies, I haven't really interacted with anyone for a number of centuries until very recently. I am the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse. And unless we want to end up in a very bad situation that involves our bodies being ripped apart and being put back together, we need to get out of here immediately. Tabaga couldn't help but notice that the taller of the two figures kept stealing glances at her. She figured it was something that would need to be addressed later, once they were away from these harvesters or whatever it is they were.</s> <\|message\|>Darbin "A supreme kai who claims to watch the multiverse hm? Alright I'll buy it if you can prove it somehow, or another. For all we know you're just another one of the destroyers of this universe." Darbin comments calmly as he prepares himself mentally for a fight just in case but he figures this would be short one way or another if it does come down to that. He doesn't buy for a moment that a person this high up on the scale that would casually appear before them would have much trouble dispatching all their targets. "I have little reason to trust your word other than the fact that you haven't tried to attack us yet, and that's hardly anything."</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga "I have little reason to trust your word other than the fact that you haven't tried to attack us yet, and that's hardly anything." The Supreme Kai of the Multiverse stared at Darbin for a moment and then pointed up at the ongoing fight up above them. "Those are captives from various other universes. Right now, they're fighting to try and give us a chance to get away and fight another day. I can't give you proof right now. If I use my abilities they'll lock onto me in a heartbeat and we'll all be dead." "Allow me." The taller of the two individuals stepped forward and threw back her hood to reveal somewhat spiky hair and Tabaga let out a short gasp. "As Tabaga can probably tell you, my name is Okora. This man saved both mine and Tabaga's lives when those solders came for our universe. He dropped Tabaga in an attack ball and put it in hibernation mode and then he patched me back up after I was nearly killed. We've been running from them ever since. Like you said, you have no reason to trust us, but please, we need to leave now or they'll rip us apart and remake us. Make us like them. I've seen it happen." Okora turned to look at Tabaga and thought for a moment. "Remember the night before the attack? I talked about our future in the unlikely event we got out of it alive. We were drinking and you said something to the bartender that pissed him off and got us thrown out." Tabaga looked over at Darbin and nodded as the memory of that night came rushing back. "Only she would know that. I'm 99% sure it's her." She turned to look back at Okora. "By the way, the bartender had it coming. He was a real jerk."</s> <\|message\|>Titanius @vancexentan@KillamriX88@King Kindred@PPQ Purple Titanius [M-3] Unfortunately Mia was still unresponsive but before Titanius could try another method two newcomers appeared. Of course he was prepared to fight if necessary but considering their location a fight would not be in their best interests. Darbin was obviously in a similar situation as he stated the plain facts of the situation, they had no real reason to trust them. While the shorter one identified himself as the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse, other than his appearance and vitals being a fit for one of that species they had no other data to go off of. Once the taller individual revealed themselves to be Okora, and explained who they were, it appeared that Tabaga was 99 percent convinced of their identity. There was of course the possibility that they were from a different universe than hers, but the fact their stories matched raised the probability high enough for Titanius to take action. "Needless to say our location will soon be located with all the activity around us. It is in our best interests to retreat for now and take the two leads we have at the moment." Those two leads of course being the Kai and Okora. "If worst comes to worse two opponents should be much more manageable than the legions milling around." Deciding there was no more time for hesitation, Titanius quickly turned and lifted the dazed Mia up rather unceremoniously over his shoulder. "Please tell me if there is a better method of transport in the future." He stated before hurrying through the portal, back to the Conton City side and promptly deposited Mia onto the ground without much tact.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Well that was embarrassing. That, more so than anything else is what snapped Mia out of it all. Defeat was one thing but this... this was running away.. only worse. At least if she was running away like a complete coward it should be on her own two feet. Seriously, how could she ever allow her self to fall this low? What was wrong with her? Enough, she reasoned was enough. She wasn't just representing her self here but her entire world, no her entire universe. Hell judging by the fact none of these aliens knew of them quite possibly literally her entire species in all universes. By her horns she would do better than this. And if she couldn't win this time than fine. She would just have to do what she always did. The only thing she knew to do. She would get stronger. And than she would win. Mia stood up silently. Casting one glance on the portal she said under her breath. "I will be back." Than she turned to the others. "I am alright now.", she lied. "I don't know what we saw back there. And I don't need to know." "What I know is that there is no point in us knowing until we can do something about it." "We need to get stronger. Much stronger. What ever it takes." "And I do not know how." She figured she was saying what everyone thought. And she hoped that somebody had an answer.</s>	<\|message\|>Darbin "Fine I'll trust you if only because we have no recompense if we don't. We're in the dark, and going into a situation dark just means needless deaths on our part." Darbin comments as he takes a second to try and suppress his own power level just in case. It would be annoying if he was the reason they got sighted, and even if the others didn't know, or try to do that well...he couldn't help that, or explain it quickly enough. "Strength isn't finite but its hard to come by Mia. War is brutal, and those who overcome horrors grow from it. Be patient your abilities will become more than they were the more time you focus on improving yourself. Or perhaps you will be a natural and grow from it. Either way we should get moving as quick as possible." Comments Darbin as he moves to exit through the portal they used to get here.</s>
<\|description\|>Darbin Species: Hera Clan Age: N/A Gender: Male Appearance: A large well toned male Hera Clan typical of his people he has teal skin tone, and short cut orange hair more in the style of a buzz cut. He has large noticeable scars on his arms, and chest with a one particular one slashed across his right cheek earned from his time training. He is rough in appearances and is by no means handsome. He typically wears loose fitting clothing, and they ideally are simple by design. Personality: A soldier by trade Darbin is serious, and rather brutally efficient when it comes down to it. He sees things in rather black, and white nature seeing a job that needs to be done as just that. He has no qualms with acting in ways that some may consider evil if need be but prefers to avoid such circumstances. He is not devoid of 'humanity' as Darbin does have a soft spot for domesticated creatures, and young children. Growing up in the slums of his planet he decided to fight to become as strong as he could preferring that to the helplessness of living a life of struggle. He doesn't particularly enjoy training, nor talking but he is one who doesn't mind doing either if need be. When it comes down to it Darbin could be described simply as someone who lives for the thrill of becoming stronger for the sake of it. His power as a milestone of sorts. His experiences in the slums, and the military enforcing into him the motto 'might makes right' as his people tend to base their worth on one's physical, and mental abilities above a sense of wealth though many do seek that as well. Bio: Born into a life of poverty in the back slums of his peoples' home planet Darbin's family was large but poor, and he grew up in a rather impoverished state. Life in the slums was hard, and many people often fought over the food that was given out, or found. His mother, and father weren't particularly notable warriors and as such were on the bottom of society's totem pole. Spending his earliest years of his childhood struggling painted quite a simple picture: you either fight to survive, or you die. His parents weren't much in the way of role models, and neither were many of the others in the neighborhood so he ended up joining a gang in his earliest teenage years. In that gang he learned how to fight, and the proper basics which is where he first started to train in some form. Through gang wars, and violence Darbin grew to start to gain a reputation for being a solid warrior in his own right winning more battles than he ultimately lost. It was when he started to be come a grown adult that he sought more than just his every day life in the gang. He decided after sometime to join the planet's military which had begun recruiting in the slums as a war that they had been raging had cost the levels of many of the Hera Clan. His people's attempts to take a large chunk of the galaxy had proven difficult with the advent of police forces, and other foreign nations fighting for the same. Recruited quickly due to his physique compared to the others in the slums he was quickly hauled to basic training. When Darbin joined them military he was quickly run through the gauntlet of fighting, and struggling to survive to be prepared to fight on other worlds, and to unlock the 'full power' form of his people. It was fighting on a dead world that his luck finally seemed to be coming to an end after a week of near constant fighting his squad finally managed to escape, and had to hide in a cave not to far from a location they were fighting in to recuperate. It was then, and there where his some of his team including his captain started to succumb to their wounds. He closed his eyes during a quiet evening with the sound of warfare in the background did he not open them and find himself in a temple. He knew for little reason why he was there simply that he had likely been pulled into another conflict. Techniques: Flight Ki Blasts Full Power Energy Ball Full Power Energy Wave Trap Shooter Energy Shield Ki Sense Transformations: dragonball.fandom.com/wiki/Full_Power…</s> <\|message\|>Maize Maize Maize returned to the group before the two guests appeared and sulked silently behind the others. She wanted to do more than just stand around and wait for something to happen and was disappointed that no one agreed with her plan. The sound of an explosion disrupted her thoughts as it seemed that trouble found a way of happening without their intervention. From the sound of it some prisoners were escaping and making quite the spectacle of it. She was relieved to know that there were others still alive and not discarded as lifeless husks. Maybe her own crew had managed to survive and was imprisoned in one of those large spheres. She was hopeful at least. When the two cloaked figures appeared in front of them she stayed on alert. For some reason she couldn't sense one of their energies. It was the same thing that happened when she tried to sense the Supreme Kai of Time. It was as if their ki didn't exist or on a frequency she wasn't attuned to but she could tell it was there. When the shorter figured revealed himself it seemed that this was something special to that of the Supreme Kais. Was it because they were gods? The taller figure revealed themselves to be a Saiyan and a friend of Tabaga, possibly more. She couldn't quite tell yet. Maize was just glad that somewhere out there more Saiyans had survived. She may not have grown with her people, but once she encountered Vegeta and the others she did gain a true sense of connection and belonging. One that she hadn't felt her entire time under Frieza's tutelage. When the others returned back to Conton City through the portal she stayed behind for a bit. She looked up in the sky and couldn't help but be angered at the sight of the escapees fighting a doomed fight. She hoped this new Supreme Kai was worth all of the trouble and sacrifices. She felt wrong just leaving the others behind to die. In that moment she decided that she would at least offer them some assistance. She positioned herself behind the boulder Tabaga originally hid behind when they crossed through. She aimed her finger as if it were a sniper blaster. She scanned the skies to see which of the escapees needed some assistance the most. "Let's see how tough that armor is." She fired off a few Death Beams at three different troopers hitting each at least three different times before moving to the next. She wanted to give them any kind of advantage they could get in fighting against the universe destroyers and to show them that their sacrifices didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated. Before she could get herself spotted Maize blew the smoke from her finger and made her way through the portal. She reached the other side in the middle of Ovaan explaining the nature of the ship. A gravity training machine was something that truly caught her attention, but Velona was right. They had to debrief.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga Tabaga took a careful look at Okora couldn't help that she seemed to have a few more scars then the last time she had seen her. As the others ran back through the portal she lost sight of Maize for a moment. Where did she go? She wondered as the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse and Okora both ran through the portal. After a brief moment she saw Maize taking potshots at some of the solders. Tabaga swore under her breath and was preparing to grab Maize and drag her through the portal when she ceased firing at the solders and went through the portal. Unfortunately, a number of the troopers were now aware of the existence of the intruders and were now heading for the location of the portal. Oh...Many things about this are not good. Tabaga though as she bolted through the portal and immediately motioned at the Supreme Kai of Time to close the portal. "Close it! Close it now!" She shouted urgently as she took careful aim at the portal as the Kai of Time began working on closing down the portal. She could only watch in horror as the image of a black armored trooper began to form where the portal was. Tabaga was preparing to power up when the portal collapsed in on itself and took the trooper with it. The Supreme Kai of Time stormed towards the group with an angry look. "I said to avoid fighting!" She shouted at Tabaga specifically. "Is it so hard to understand those simple words?!" Tabaga recoiled as if struck. She was about to try and come up with a retort when the so-called "Supreme Kai of the Multiverse" approached the Kai of Time. "I apologize. What happened was my doing. It was the only way that would allow us to get away." The shorter of the two Kais looked at him and her face went pale as she looked at the green skinned Kai "Y-You. I recognize you. We haven't seen you in centuries!" "There's a reason for that." The green skinned Kai said quietly. "I was hunted across the multiverse for quite a while before finally being captured by our enemy. My apprentice and I were held captive for a number of months before we managed to create a distraction and used the opportunity to get away." He turned to face the group and bowed. "Thank you. If any of you have questions I can answer them." He said simply as Okora looked over at Tabaga and motioned for her to follow her for a moment. "Are we the only two left?" Tabaga asked quietly. Okora simply nodded. "We were the only two left alive after Planet Vegeta. There's no one else." "How did you end up with him?" Tabaga asked as she motioned towards the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse. Okora smiled slightly. "It's a long story. I'll tell you about it later."</s> <\|message\|>Darbin "Long story or not Kais we should be aiming to either strengthen what warriors we have, or prepare to take on as weak a targets as we can get. Slowly work our way up to the snake's head as its clear we're insufficient with out current forces." comments Darbin as he looks to the kais he keeps his arms crossed. He speaks plainly, and without any intended arrogance as he looks back and forth at the group. "I sense a great amount of power within this group but we're still few, and numbers do make a difference. I've been to battles where smaller, and or weaker troops can outwit a greater threat by working with a valid strategy." Darbin says further as he starts to wonder where exactly these enemies would be weakest at...without sufficient intel they couldn't tell but in the end it would simply mean they'd need to gamble. "We can train, and ponder about the other kais, and the saiyans if we want but at the end of the day we have a duty to save the universe. And I am nothing more than a soldier. A blunt instrument I will do as told to an extent. I still will not throw away my life idly." Darbins says with his arms still crossed.</s> <\|message\|>Velona --- Get stronger? As if it were that simple. The strongest of them was still woefully insufficient. If it were otherwise, they wouldn't have been whisked away to this strange place simply to keep them alive. What could they really do? What could they hope to accomplish against something that seemed capable of erasing one's whole reality? Even these kais seemed at their mercy. But what was the alternative? "We have to assume they're after something. We know now of at least one place they didn't completely erase, so... that's one place we can fight them without them just wiping the slate clean." She wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to quell her anxiety. "At least I hope so." She looked to their two newcomers, "Do you know why they're doing all this?"</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga @KillamriX88 "We can train, and ponder about the other kais, and the saiyans if we want but at the end of the day we have a duty to save the universe. And I am nothing more than a soldier. A blunt instrument I will do as told to an extent. I still will not throw away my life idly." Privately, The Supreme Kai of time disagreed with Darbin's statement. He was clearly more than a solder and should value himself as such but she didn't voice that opinion. He was right about their duty though. Aside from the group assembled here, there was seemingly no one else fighting against this unseen force. He was also correct about the getting stronger aspect. What Ovaan had found would be useful but she had something even better. It wouldn't be operation for weeks but in the meantime they could use the Gravity training chamber. "I do have something that could help you and your friends with getting stronger but unfortunately it was heavily damaged during the attack on Conton City. It can also be quite dangerous to use for people who are unfamiliar with it." She said quietly. At the rate repairs are going on it, it's going to be weeks before it can be used again." "We have to assume they're after something. We know now of at least one place they didn't completely erase, so... that's one place we can fight them without them just wiping the slate clean." The Supreme Kai of the multiverse let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, I know they were after something. Several somethings in fact. I was one of those things." He let out a bitter laugh once again. "As much as it kills me to say it, once they were able to capture me, they used my connection to the multiverse to find a way to annihilate entire universes. I was tortured, experimented on and used to wipe out countless lives once they figured out how I was able to travel between universes. That was how they were able to destroy them you see." "The one thing I was never able to figure out was why they were targeting the universes they did. Only reason I can think of as to why they spared the universe of those two ladies is because it's rich in certain resources that are extremely rare in most of the other realities I've traveled to." Okora stepped away from Tabaga and stood next to the shorter Kai. "There was one other thing." She said quietly as she looked at the Kai who nodded that she could continue. "There were a few times during my imprisonment I heard a number of the higher-ups among the troopers speak. They would speak often of "The Imprisoned One." Once they realized I was trying to listen in they stopped talking about it around the prisoners. Most of them were "Re-purposed" anyway. Is it possible this "Imprisoned one" might have something to do with these attacks against the multiverse?" She asked carefully.</s>	<\|message\|>Darbin "I'd rather we try to repair our damage equipment than train with faulty, or damaged systems it could lead to a total breakdown and render our already small amount of resources even further. This is a scenario where we can't afford to be careless as we all know. But I'd like a direction kais. What exactly should we be aiming to do? If the imprisoned one is our enemy perhaps we should find a universe known for strong survivors, and try to recruit them. If not then simply aiming for the lower rank, and file is our best bet. But I am not a leader of men for the most part. All I can do is offer suggestions." Darbin states as he considers this imprisoned one. Is it just rumors from the brain washed mongrels' of the enemy? Or was there something more to it. He wasn't sure, not was he entirely capable of thinking about possible scenarios without more information which he was very much lacking in due to the circumstances of their situation.</s>
<\|description\|>Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒 --- Sorie Age 30 Gender cis Female Sexuality Polyamorous Bisexual Occupation Director / Actress 𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 𝐄 --- Appearance Sorcha carries herself with the grace of a sleep-deprived college student high on weed for the tenth time this week. Standing at 5'10", Sorcha has sun-kissed skin and dark hair. Her hair is cut up to her shoulders, and she often styles it as if she had just gotten out of bed. She weighs around 175lbs, with a little chub around her stomach and thighs, and her arms have some big muscles that Sorcha loves to show off to the ladies. Sorcha's fashion could fall between a butch lesbian that loves books trying to dress up and a high fashion model going to the store at 3 am in the morning. There is no in-between. She loves to dress in plaid suits with muted dark colors. While some of her clothes may be expensive, she loves to thrift shop around town quite often, adding some vintage statement items into her wardrobe. Personality Sorcha is a passionate and dedicated woman that will pour everything into the current project she is working on. While she wouldn't call herself a perfectionist, she would be described as one. She will work herself to the bone for her films to be perfect. It doesn't matter if Sorcha has to go sleepless nights editing the screenplay, the script, or the visuals. Her fear of failure and obsession with her projects is what drives Sorcha, almost to the point of exhaustion. While Sorcha could be pretty intense in her work, she does try to make room for relaxation. Outside of her work, the woman likes to go on adventures to places she's never been to. She enjoys new experiences and the change that it brings to her life. Sorcha isn't afraid to delve into the unknown and instead embraces it, using her experiences around her to fuel her creativity. She likes to call herself an observant woman, always reading into people to try to figure them out. With that said, Sorcha isn't afraid to voice her opinion and cares very little about what people might think of her. She usually has a witty or sarcastic remark to give when people give her shit, which she takes none of. Sorcha loves to talk with random people on the streets and restaurants, often just enjoy small talk or those deep conversations that make you question the meaning of life- but never anything about herself. Really, Sorcha is chill with pretty much everyone she meets. Although she could be a bit of a flirt, especially when a beautiful person is in front of her. She's not afraid to shoot her shot, fuck it. If Sorcha wants someone, she will try. 𝐈 𝐍 𝐌 𝐘 𝐏 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 --- Biography Born in Mexico City to a Mayra Mesa-O'Sullivan and Declan O'Sullivan, Sorcha grew up along with his two older sisters. Her mother was a famous singer in Mexico, and her father was an Oscar-winning actor. Talent flowed in their veins, so it came as no surprise when her older sisters began to express their interests in acting or singing. Both of her sisters had started early; as soon as they could sit up, their parents had started to influence them with music, classical films, and many music lessons. Just like them, Sorcha was different. In school, Sorcha was that loud kid that ran around screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a little troublemaker since day one all the way to Juilliard. She'd often had witty remarks or sarcastic comments that didn't fly well with the teachers or professors. Sorcha was a smart and responsible student; she got all of her assignments done, showed up to time for every casting and rehearsal- but holy shit, could she be a little shit. She would always pull pranks on her teachers, skip class to watch movies with the potheads, and spend a serious amount of hours playing videogames. Her love for film came from horror films first; during her first year at Juilliard, Sorcha wrote her first successful screenplay for her writing class. Very quickly, she became a fan of classic horror films that just kept growing and growing. Her first real film was named Deep into the Abyss, a horror film filled with soft monochromic colors and dark themes. That got her name out there; soon, there were more films, one after the other, all revolved around darker themes in life surrounded by so many beautiful scenery and dreamlike colors. That had become Sorcha's signature, something that she didn't mind much. That was until she began to lose interest in her own films. Everything just seemed... the same. So, in typical Sorcha action, he decided to drop everything for a week and ask her assistant to book her a random cruise. The woman didn't expect a "matchmaking" cruise, but Sorcha agreed to it. You might as well! She'd spent the last five years sleeping around with no serious relationship in mind, so this wasn't hurting anyone. Maybe it was time to settle and give her mind a little break. 𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 𝐂 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐀 𝐍 𝐄 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 --- Other FC:Mishel Prada // 6E6277 * Her movie, Twin Flames, was nominated for best picture. * She has two cats, Pompom and Ser Wilhelm. * She smokes pot, like a lot of pot. Eats it too. * Big k-pop fan. * Wants to make a fantasy movie next, not sure where to start. * Has a slight Irish accent. * Sorcha knows how to speak English, Spanish, French, and some Gaelic. * Used to be married to an actor named Davis Woodlock, but divorced after a year of being married.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Vandenberg Following the announcement of the break was silence primarily. A few people made commentary on the small accident that happened in the back of the room with Diana and one of the servers. But when the most notable interaction was between a lady and a server, a host knew they had to step in. This was nothing out of the ordinary. Every year had the same kind of people: Rich and eager, but completely clueless what to do when the moment was actually there. Others were just so socially awkward they needed a lot of help, or drink, to actually get going. Also, the words "speed dating" often did send them into a panic. The knowledge that you suddenly had to impress one-on-one to a potentially romantic mate did something with one's mind. Regardless of how many millions you had on your bank. Especially when most of these people only had social interactions with their secretary, Two minutes of silence were not a worry for them. They'd come around. Jack and Maggie were not concerned about that in the least. But perhaps they needed one additional ice breaker. After all, it was difficult to talk when you didn't have any idea what to talk about. Everyone just needed that conversation starter in order to start making friends. Something like- Something like Kimmy Tran, gambler extraordinaire, apparently. Although, it would've been nice if she had at least remembered their names. Luckily for the duo, this wasn't their first rodeo. Far from it. Though even amongst the things they had heard and seen in the bizz, this one did rank pretty highly. Enough to make Maggie's eyes pop slightly as she stifled her laughter. But it was Jack that answered first. "Oh Kimmy. The only list we are on is UaH's payroll. But I don't think we would be for long if we engaged in such... antics... with our customers." He answered humorously. Maggie, in tandem, looked at one of the servers. "You heard the woman. Get her her cocktails." And the server elegantly glided through the exit and into the bar where they prepared these drinks. That would take maybe a minute or two. "And we're not an item. Though, neither of our spouses have sea legs, if you catch my meaning." Jack told her. And that was as much of a peek she'd get into either of their private lives for now. That said, Kimmy didn't seem the type that was interested in sharing family pictures. To the rest of the passengers, they had another message. "We understand that some of you may have reservations talking to one another, but I can say with certainty that you are all here for the same reasons. To find that special someone you're looking for, you need to put yourself out there!" If they didn't, it would just be one expensive holiday.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Vandenberg Alexander Vandenberg knew he would be here many weeks in advance. Yet now, in the moment, he was caught up in a simple question: what the flying fuck do I do now? Sure, he was surrounded by a bunch of single ladies and gentlemen and was given free license to mingle to his heart's content until the actual event started. Yes, it was a good way to make a few friends before jumping into the thick of things. But where should he even start? He knew diddly about these people… but that was kind of the point of this entire exercise, wasn't it? To get to know the other people caught up in this maritime endeavour. However, when he looked around he realised that there were a few people he recognized. It was not unexpected. This cruise served many rich and potentially famous people. In fact, it wouldn't surprise him if somebody recognized him here. But he certainly wasn't the greatest attractor of the common folk's limelight. In fact, one of them had even made headlines this morning, Although Alexander had little interest in the daily tabloid gossip, it was difficult to not at least notice the imagery. And that knowledge told him enough to know that he had to be cautious in the presence of a type like Lilianna Reigan. Even association might drag his name through the mud if he wasn't careful. Alexander was not the type to believe that that was no such thing like bad publicity. The other person he recognized was Aries. Alexander didn't really know his name, as he didn't really follow the band he sung in actively, but he had heard his music before. Alex listened to many different types of music, as a way to set the mood when he sat down for those long writing sessions. The band Fourdust did appear in his playlists a few times. He wondered if their next album was coming out anytime soon. But then Alexander got his icebreaker. And the ice wasn't simply broken, it was subatomically obliterated. It certainly was good to see that someone did have the courage to speak up, though the subject matter was perhaps not really what Alex deemed interesting. Though she did have a good sense of humour. It was a joke… right? The longer she went on, the more uncertain he became. At the very least it caused him to have a good, if a little loud, laugh. For some reason she reminded him of good ol' Captain Dundley from Chandler's cosmic hike (his reasonably well-received attempt at a mix between hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, star wars and alice in wonderland). An old spacefaring captain whose one purpose in life is to find the moon made out of cheese; and believes all other moons are simply, in his words, phony impostors. Yet despite his eratic nature, Dundley somehow gets all the men and ladies. Alexander wasn't sure if that was the character from his books he'd have elected to have come to life in some way. But here he was, and that was what he'd have to contend with for a week. At least it might provide interesting research for the yet untitled sequel that he had planned. After he caught his breath, he stood up and walked to get a new drink from a server. Water. He could've waved him over, but this gave him a good excuse to get off his arse and actually move around a little. And it meant he could move closer to someone else to have a talk with. After all, it was probably a good idea to at least get to know some names. Plus, he could at least try to humour their hosts. Not wanting to engage with someone either too famous or too crazy, he elected to approach someone a little more normal-looking. He didn't know his name. But later he'd undoubtedly learn that he was called Oliver. "That… wasn't quite what I was expecting from a luxury cruise." He said with chuckle as his head motioned towards where the conversation with the hosts had taken place, on the other side of the room. Perhaps not the smoothest way to start a conversation. But he couldn't really think of something better in the moment. "I'm Alexander. What's your name?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa Sorcha could hear someone talking around her. Their voice was distant and muffled as if she was submerged underwater. Words were being spoken quietly at her, like a whisper in the middle of the night during a sleepover. In front of her, she could see the familiar pages of her notebook opened to a blank page staring at her. Lost. She was lost in the lines of the page. They reached out towards her, wrapping themselves around Sorcha, trying to bring her into the page. "Miss." Sorcha looked up from her notebook, dark eyes looking past the person in front of her. "Miss O'Sullivan, your drink." "What?" Her eyes finally focused on the glass of martini on the tray that had been presented to her. "Ah, I spaced out, sorry about that, hun." She placed her pen down and reach for the glass with her left hand. She thanked the young woman with a smile and turned her attention back to the black pages. They continued to stare back at her until she had drunk half of the martini. With a sigh, Sorcha forced herself to close the notebook and look up at the hosts of the cruise. Jack and Maggie were their names. She had been one of the first guests to arrive on the cruise. With no one to talk to, Sorcha had taken the free time to brainstorm any ideas into paper. Anything that popped into mind, she usually wrote in quickly capitalized letters. Her notes mostly consisted of random bullet points with no sense of real direction. To anyone, they would just be weird ramblings- to Sorcha; they were the bones of her films. They had been the bones of her films. Time had escaped her. The V.I.P. deck now seemed full of all sorts of mismatched people all looking for something. She looked at every one of them with critical eyes, separating those who looked comfortable enough to stand there and those who were itching to get away—the mention of speed dating only bringing the latter group more reason to flee. For Sorcha, speed dating was a walk in the park. She wasn't afraid of interacting with new people. In fact, she enjoyed it. Something about talking to strangers she might end up banging the next few days was exciting enough for her. "Don't know, slam dancing sounds fun. The more, the merrier, right?" Sorcha stood up from the lounge chair she had been sitting, notebook forgotten in her bag. She shot the woman with the "boner donor" shirt a wink before she downed the rest of her martini in a similar fashion she had with the champagne. Jesus was this week going to be something. Sorcha was looking forward to it.</s>
<\|description\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong The Tiger : Harry Harimau Race: Malaysian Chinese Height of 188 cm, weighing at 80 kg, and sporting a blonde hair look due to his quirk. Preferring to wear a normal t-shirt or plain black collar shirt. will follow the fashion trend but coming off incredibly gaudy . Civilian Data --- Age 15 Ancestry Malaysian Chinese descent. Hero Data --- Epithet The Tiger : Harry Harimau Personal History Backstory of Lou Fu Yeng Hong: Born in Malaysia before moving to Singapore, his father possessed a tiger mutation quirk as well as having a minor regeneration from his mother's side, Yeng Hong is a person who loves nothing more than dishing out justice to those who break the law or getting cocky over it. This attitude landed him in several arguments and fights at times though those were quickly settled due to his strength. Despite the few altercations, he managed to get through the academics and got onto the heroic track due to both his upbringing of parents telling that he should use his power to help others like how his own father was a former military soldier and an active policeman in the Malaysian police force of Kuala Lumpur. The other being that he also loves finding, chasing, and capturing criminals down. Perhaps it was part of the quirk that he inherited but there was nothing more exciting than the thrill of the hunt. At the age of ten, his parents moved to Singapore due to his mother getting a better job offer there as a consultant for hero support equipment. His father is still stationed in Kuala Lumpur as a policeman but often drops to Singapore for a visit. It was a rougher life for Yeng Hong, since Singapore being calmer also meant there was less of a chance to chase down petty criminals and it was akin to being locked up. Any rough attitude of his or unauthorized use of his quirk was also a sure way to get things troublesome with the authorities. Seeing that being a hero is basically a glamorous policeman with both extra pay, fame, and most of all, able to exercise his quirk to its fullest, there was nothing better he could ask for. So as much as he disliked the academics, he gritted his teeth, studied, and got decent enough marks. All that's left was passing the practical test which will allow him to go into the academy. Characterization An impulsive, brash person, Yeng hong is also a person who stands by justice, a good chase and at times, capable of patience. Competencies --- Quirk Type Mutation type Spring Tiger: Does anything a tiger do and beyond. Inheriting the same quirk from his father, The Amur Tiger, it gives Yeng Hong a large size and musclemass. Claws from his fingers, enhanced sensory particularly smell, hearing and the capability to see in the night. His jaws and teeth are also much stronger that he can bite objects hard enough to hold or crush it in place. It also gave him a tail that he can used like a fifth limb. This comes with some cat instinct such as wanting to chase down preys, moving objects and at times, laser pointers. A more unusual inheritance from his mother's quirk, spring chicken, is known mainly because it gives the user a healthier body and able to keep it at peak health for a while. This has mixed with his father quirk, giving him a slight regeneration and able to heal himself much faster. Other Talents & Attributes Tracking, hiding, and a capable brawler.</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Mizo Aberashi Being sapped of her speed from moving at nearly 140 mph to a screaming halt, Mizo was a little wobbly standing behind Mei, but she had a surprisingly respectful smile on her face. Mizo got beat by a quirk that allowed her opponent to drain momentum, and she caught Mizo just in time before she got blown through like a cannon. Mizo had her black and white helmet under one arm, which matched the color scheme of her entire tactical armor set. She looked dizzy as she stood among the rest of her friends, oddly upbeat for someone who got folded like a lawn chair before she could do anything. Was she laughing? "Oh yeah, that was wild alright, that girl has an awesome quirk! Woah- Hah, I could've beat her if I was a little quicker, no trouble though. I'll get her next time!" Mizo had an aggressive and prideful energy to her, she didn't take defeat lightly, but she was also pretty confident in herself, so she took solace in knowing there was a damn good quirk out there to match her own. She was the tallest among them and stood behind Mei like a shaky pillar of dignity and positivity in the face of defeat. "Zeal's agency? Sounds good to me." Mizo never picked an internship, but Mei's father was the best of the best, so she wasn't about to refuse a chance to intern under Zeal himself.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora looked forward; zoned out into her own world of thought, void of the world around herself. She snapped out of the train of thoughts turning to Mei as she listened nodding before looking away "T-Thankyou. You both did great as well."She studdered allowing her natural shyness to show messing with a strand of snow-white hair as her pastel blue eyes looked away to the side and towards the ground. Aurora was never one for interactions. If it hadn't been for the support and training she got from this school and the mass amount of people that she calls family that taught her some self-defense and ways to think during battle while using the horrible combat quirk she was born with. She might not have done as well as she did. she was thankful that the changes she had set for her costume really came in handy and the fact it was hard to really know what her unique quirk did. She calmed herself down mentally before looking back at Mei listening to her extend an invite for a possible internship with her family's agency "S-Sure, I was probably just going to intern with the local police to better train on the use of my quirks and learn ways of using them; however, I would be a fool not to accept an invitation like that." she added allowing her voice to soften a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong Enishi The Tiger : Harry Harimau Seeing the two top heroes in the SEA region had him grinning ear to ear even as he looked back upon the previous months. One of the two representatives of Eirei and considered nearly the top student in his school. Got to remain humble, can't let it get to my head. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, or Harry, giggled inwardly. His chest puffing out a lot more and ears facing forward, tail moving back and forth gently. Being the second tallest in the group but still, one of the broader one of them, it was hard to miss his body cues. "Naturally, it's only something I can achieve." Yeng Hong said with a grin and pointed a finger to himself. Being at the top for once in something he excelled in left him a swimmingly good mood. After all, his tiger quirk had given him both strength, speed, and agility. He didn't even need weapons since his claws can serve as one if needed. Mei asking him to join their agency for the internship had him stroke his chin. Joining the top agency in all of SEA region was fine and dandy but so was the additional work. However, it did give him a chance to be based back in Malaysia again, and be with his dad for a while. That and being able to be with three girls? He can put up with a little work. "Of course, being in the top agency and heroes? I definitely wouldn't mind, besides, I can also show you all some good food spots." Yeng Hong brushed his hair backwards confidently. "Still, you sure your dad wouldn't mind? I mean, he's gonna take on an additional two interns when he got two of you already." His hand lazily waved to both Mei and Aurora.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei --- Zeal Hero Agency Internship Commence!Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1-B --- Zeal overheard the conversation that his daughter was having with her friends. He watched the Sports Festival and wasn't pleased with the performance they demonstrated, nonetheless he wanted them and wasted no time announcing that the entire 1-B will is granted internships at the Zeal Hero Agency. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE WE ARE GOING TO MALAYSIA IN A FEW MINUTES! YOUR HOMEROOM TEACHER TALIA IS NO EXCEPTION!" Zeal cannot help but flex his authority passionately, his wife has already bought the entire class plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. This whole thing was a surprise to the students but it was planned from behind the scenes as the Principal permitted Zeal to take Talia's class with him to Malaysia. Mei could feel nothing but awkwardness from her lively father. She was certainly happy but to be so grandiose and chewing the scenery just like that really would warrant her jealousy from people and other worldly expectations and peer pressure. To add fire, Zeal chose five students that would directly intern by his side. "Mei — Do better than your classmates, intern along side me, my daughter. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, this is perfect, I worked along side with your father over the years and he'd be happy to see you because I'm working on a case with him right now. Mizo Aberashi, your quirk reminds me of All Might and I'm taking you in, Aurora Yashia, your parents must've been proud seeing your non-combat quirk grant you first place in the Sports Festival, I'm taking you in and your parents will be working along side me. As for the fifth student, let's see..." Mei sighed from being embarrassed. "Told ya, he'd bring us. I would have been totally find with this, if he just held back his excitement!" She said to her friends. "Your honors Talia, anything you need to say to your class?" Zeal asked Talia.@Restalaan@BlackMaiden@Blizz@Angry Bubbles</s> <\|message\|>Huxley, Jun --- The shock of the class flying off with the number one hero didn't reach Jun's face. Though his cool gaze gleamed with excitement. For the most part, he had stood alone, humiliated by the last minute decision his father had forced on him. The elder man's baritone, frigid and calculated voice echoed in his head. 'Lose, Jun. I know how much you want to win but trust me, you'll be better off this way.' he had told him in the locker room. 'This was why,' he thought with a smirk. 'You sly old man, how in the world... Wait, it could have been Tsukino. She does have the ability to gaze the future sometimes. Jun strode up as Zeal begun to, one by one, mention the students. If he could just see the man work; that's all. Just watch him, he'd be leagues ahead of most Heroes already. He directed his voice, rattled by adolescence yet cool enough, towards Zeal. "Choose me, Sir. You won't find a stronger hero attending this school than me. I'm not bragging, just speaking facts."</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Penrose "Hm, only to do their best when they're in a foreign country..." A tall proper looking woman dressed in black with daggers strapped to her sides and white hair walked behind the number one hero. The sound of her boots clacking against the floor announced her presence. This was the number two hero, and class 1B's teacher. Penrose. Her quirk was a mess for most to handle, but her students no doubt knew that better than most. Her quirk involved hyper realistic illusions and sensory manipulation, once you're caught, you're subjected to whatever she makes you see. "It's as Zeal says, you should all strive to better your skill as heroes. You are my students, so I will be coming with you on this trip, after all, someone has to keep Zeal in check." she joked. Penrose was eye level with Mizo, yet the two of them physically were very different, while Mizo was built like a tank with legs, Penrose was a lot more spindly and spry. She was a very mobile type of person. "Aurora, you've come very far for someone with a quirk such as yours, you should be proud." She told Aurora, knowing how strange and annoying her quirk was for the girl. She watched her struggle and suffer a lot but she never gave up. "As for the rest of you, keep improving and one day you'll all be great heroes."</s>	<\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong The Tiger : Harry Harimau Enishi "Wait, we're going now?" Lou Fu wanted to protest that they barely packed anything but the enthusiasm of the top hero swept it away as his class was caught in it. Deciding to just better follow the flow, he threw his hand to the sides with a shrug. Ah well, I got my clothes in Malaysia so it ain't a problem anyway. When Zeal addressed him, that snapped him to attention and more so when he heard his father being mentioned. Zeal pointing that he's working with him on a case and was willing to take him just sealed the deal. "Alright! Just point me and I'll kick all the villain's ass! Haha!" He gave a thumbs up to that and grinned though he felt the high pressure. The top hero is one thing but the thought of disappointing his father made him burned with a passion. "If it helps, I do appreciate it." He ribbed Mei gently with a prob of his elbow. Turning to Jun and thinking on his words, Lou Fu felt a little cheeky at the proclamation of being the strongest though. "Stronger? You sure about that?" Lou Fu raised and flexed his arm lightly, the school uniform stretching to near limits before he stopped. Only Mizo could claim to be stronger than him, and that was still dependant on other factors. He didn't become the top representative of the class after all. Hearing Penrose came in took his mind off as she said she'll be joining in for the trip. Telling them to do their best had him nodding to that. "Of course, teach."</s>
<\|description\|>Huxley, Jun Civilian Data --- Age 15 Ancestry Singaporean \| (Chinese, European, Nigerian, Yoruba) Hero Data --- Epithet Ghost Hero, Phantasm Characterization Huxley, Jun or Jun for short is a quiet young man who speaks more with his eyes than his actual voice. He attempts to think three or four steps ahead of most people and at times can be cold, curt, blunt, or harsh with individuals. Despite his strength, which was cultivated through severe training with family, he upholds that one's independent strength of will is more valuable than friendship or teamwork; though he does see the merit in cooperation from time to time. For reasons engraved subconsciously, his life tends to be viewed with more importance than the life of others. In that aspect at least, he is not a true hero. Competencies --- Quirk Type Transformation Quirk Description The official name of Jun's Quirk is Poltergeist. Though he prefers to call it Ghost Drive for childish reasons. His Quirk allows for him to become intangible, which basically means he can phase through physical matter either partially or wholly. Not entirely easy to use or control when emotional but doable under neutral circumstances. The Hybrid portion of his quirk tacks on Telekinesis, which he has little practice with. So far his limits falls around the weight of an average vehicle and controlling objects smaller than apples becomes impossibly tedious. He relies on his Ghost Drive ability far more than his Telekinesis. Other Talents & Attributes * Adept Swordsman - He's good at wielding a blade, which is why he carries one everywhere. * Practical Combatant - Even without his blade, Jun or Phantasm, is a force of nature. He excels at executions; neck snaps, arm breakers, and other harsh, tortuous techniques. * Socially Inept - He's a turd when it comes to understanding people; even though he strives to understands himself. * Loves Disney Movies - The old-timey movies; hand drawn and colored. The cringe stories, for some reason he loves them all.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei Kaku Mei "Tsundere" \| 15 \| Quirk: Thermal Revolution --- Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1B --- Mei felt the awkward tension from the charismatic display of her heroic family, she eagerly wanted to walk out of the classroom. At the same time, her reputation in Eirei Academy is filled with jealousy and divided opinions of gossips. Mei is not even a recommended student like Aurora but people with poverty and crab mentality from their inferior gaze were already showing prejudice. Mei did not get through Eirei with nepotism, she made it in with her own power"Micchan, it seems that you didn't back up your word, I expected you to win." Granted, Mei performed better at intelligence obstacles. A powerful Quirk with a physically weak user can never win, hand-to-hand was always her main problem. She weren't pitted against Mizo but she lost to Harry Harimau, despite that she was happy for Aurora and Harry being the representatives of Eirei. Mei thumbs up both Harry and Aurora who she's respectively in between while Mizo was behind her. "I'm happy for the both of you, oh by the way, Micchan and I are going on an internship to my father's agency, you two wanna come?" Since when did Mizo decided to go along? Mei was being pushy. @Blizz@Restalaan Free roam Commence</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Mizo Aberashi Being sapped of her speed from moving at nearly 140 mph to a screaming halt, Mizo was a little wobbly standing behind Mei, but she had a surprisingly respectful smile on her face. Mizo got beat by a quirk that allowed her opponent to drain momentum, and she caught Mizo just in time before she got blown through like a cannon. Mizo had her black and white helmet under one arm, which matched the color scheme of her entire tactical armor set. She looked dizzy as she stood among the rest of her friends, oddly upbeat for someone who got folded like a lawn chair before she could do anything. Was she laughing? "Oh yeah, that was wild alright, that girl has an awesome quirk! Woah- Hah, I could've beat her if I was a little quicker, no trouble though. I'll get her next time!" Mizo had an aggressive and prideful energy to her, she didn't take defeat lightly, but she was also pretty confident in herself, so she took solace in knowing there was a damn good quirk out there to match her own. She was the tallest among them and stood behind Mei like a shaky pillar of dignity and positivity in the face of defeat. "Zeal's agency? Sounds good to me." Mizo never picked an internship, but Mei's father was the best of the best, so she wasn't about to refuse a chance to intern under Zeal himself.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora looked forward; zoned out into her own world of thought, void of the world around herself. She snapped out of the train of thoughts turning to Mei as she listened nodding before looking away "T-Thankyou. You both did great as well."She studdered allowing her natural shyness to show messing with a strand of snow-white hair as her pastel blue eyes looked away to the side and towards the ground. Aurora was never one for interactions. If it hadn't been for the support and training she got from this school and the mass amount of people that she calls family that taught her some self-defense and ways to think during battle while using the horrible combat quirk she was born with. She might not have done as well as she did. she was thankful that the changes she had set for her costume really came in handy and the fact it was hard to really know what her unique quirk did. She calmed herself down mentally before looking back at Mei listening to her extend an invite for a possible internship with her family's agency "S-Sure, I was probably just going to intern with the local police to better train on the use of my quirks and learn ways of using them; however, I would be a fool not to accept an invitation like that." she added allowing her voice to soften a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong Enishi The Tiger : Harry Harimau Seeing the two top heroes in the SEA region had him grinning ear to ear even as he looked back upon the previous months. One of the two representatives of Eirei and considered nearly the top student in his school. Got to remain humble, can't let it get to my head. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, or Harry, giggled inwardly. His chest puffing out a lot more and ears facing forward, tail moving back and forth gently. Being the second tallest in the group but still, one of the broader one of them, it was hard to miss his body cues. "Naturally, it's only something I can achieve." Yeng Hong said with a grin and pointed a finger to himself. Being at the top for once in something he excelled in left him a swimmingly good mood. After all, his tiger quirk had given him both strength, speed, and agility. He didn't even need weapons since his claws can serve as one if needed. Mei asking him to join their agency for the internship had him stroke his chin. Joining the top agency in all of SEA region was fine and dandy but so was the additional work. However, it did give him a chance to be based back in Malaysia again, and be with his dad for a while. That and being able to be with three girls? He can put up with a little work. "Of course, being in the top agency and heroes? I definitely wouldn't mind, besides, I can also show you all some good food spots." Yeng Hong brushed his hair backwards confidently. "Still, you sure your dad wouldn't mind? I mean, he's gonna take on an additional two interns when he got two of you already." His hand lazily waved to both Mei and Aurora.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei --- Zeal Hero Agency Internship Commence!Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1-B --- Zeal overheard the conversation that his daughter was having with her friends. He watched the Sports Festival and wasn't pleased with the performance they demonstrated, nonetheless he wanted them and wasted no time announcing that the entire 1-B will is granted internships at the Zeal Hero Agency. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE WE ARE GOING TO MALAYSIA IN A FEW MINUTES! YOUR HOMEROOM TEACHER TALIA IS NO EXCEPTION!" Zeal cannot help but flex his authority passionately, his wife has already bought the entire class plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. This whole thing was a surprise to the students but it was planned from behind the scenes as the Principal permitted Zeal to take Talia's class with him to Malaysia. Mei could feel nothing but awkwardness from her lively father. She was certainly happy but to be so grandiose and chewing the scenery just like that really would warrant her jealousy from people and other worldly expectations and peer pressure. To add fire, Zeal chose five students that would directly intern by his side. "Mei — Do better than your classmates, intern along side me, my daughter. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, this is perfect, I worked along side with your father over the years and he'd be happy to see you because I'm working on a case with him right now. Mizo Aberashi, your quirk reminds me of All Might and I'm taking you in, Aurora Yashia, your parents must've been proud seeing your non-combat quirk grant you first place in the Sports Festival, I'm taking you in and your parents will be working along side me. As for the fifth student, let's see..." Mei sighed from being embarrassed. "Told ya, he'd bring us. I would have been totally find with this, if he just held back his excitement!" She said to her friends. "Your honors Talia, anything you need to say to your class?" Zeal asked Talia.@Restalaan@BlackMaiden@Blizz@Angry Bubbles</s>	<\|message\|>Huxley, Jun The shock of the class flying off with the number one hero didn't reach Jun's face. Though his cool gaze gleamed with excitement. For the most part, he had stood alone, humiliated by the last minute decision his father had forced on him. The elder man's baritone, frigid and calculated voice echoed in his head. 'Lose, Jun. I know how much you want to win but trust me, you'll be better off this way.' he had told him in the locker room. 'This was why,' he thought with a smirk. 'You sly old man, how in the world... Wait, it could have been Tsukino. She does have the ability to gaze the future sometimes. Jun strode up as Zeal begun to, one by one, mention the students. If he could just see the man work; that's all. Just watch him, he'd be leagues ahead of most Heroes already. He directed his voice, rattled by adolescence yet cool enough, towards Zeal. "Choose me, Sir. You won't find a stronger hero attending this school than me. I'm not bragging, just speaking facts."</s>
<\|description\|>Renitsuki Kimiko. ~ Puppeteer ~ Civilian Data --- Age Fifteen. Ancestry Japanese Immigrant. Hero Data --- Epithet The Ethereal Marionette, Puppeteer. Personal History Omitted~ Characterization Kimi is a rather reserved and introverted young lady. She isn't one to strive for the spotlight, in fact does her best to avoid it at nearly all costs. She's never truly felt comfortable in social situations and often fumbles over her words when addressed by more than 1 person at a time. Competencies --- Quirk Type Emitter. Quirk Description Crystal Threads - Kimi is able to attach clear threads to whatever she touches; sticking firmly to the surface it is attached to. These threads can be produced in various sizes, the thinner the more difficult to see but easier to break; the thicker the more visible but much stronger. These threads can only be produced from the tips of her fingers. Kimi can make the threads thicken or thin, though they need to be still attached to fingers to do so. Kimi can shoot the threads out from her fingers, though horrible inaccurate and heavily effected by wind; so this manner is often done with all fingers at once to create a short range net of sorts. Kimi's signature move with these threads it to attach to a small mannequin with which she manipulates to attack and defend for her with her excellent manipulation of her threads. Other Talents & Attributes Gymnastics - Her youth was spent in gymnastics and ballet. This has given Kimiko a rather swift and flexible mobility. Burns Water - She is an awful cook and could probably poison her enemies with her best attempts at toasting bread.</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Mizo Aberashi Being sapped of her speed from moving at nearly 140 mph to a screaming halt, Mizo was a little wobbly standing behind Mei, but she had a surprisingly respectful smile on her face. Mizo got beat by a quirk that allowed her opponent to drain momentum, and she caught Mizo just in time before she got blown through like a cannon. Mizo had her black and white helmet under one arm, which matched the color scheme of her entire tactical armor set. She looked dizzy as she stood among the rest of her friends, oddly upbeat for someone who got folded like a lawn chair before she could do anything. Was she laughing? "Oh yeah, that was wild alright, that girl has an awesome quirk! Woah- Hah, I could've beat her if I was a little quicker, no trouble though. I'll get her next time!" Mizo had an aggressive and prideful energy to her, she didn't take defeat lightly, but she was also pretty confident in herself, so she took solace in knowing there was a damn good quirk out there to match her own. She was the tallest among them and stood behind Mei like a shaky pillar of dignity and positivity in the face of defeat. "Zeal's agency? Sounds good to me." Mizo never picked an internship, but Mei's father was the best of the best, so she wasn't about to refuse a chance to intern under Zeal himself.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora looked forward; zoned out into her own world of thought, void of the world around herself. She snapped out of the train of thoughts turning to Mei as she listened nodding before looking away "T-Thankyou. You both did great as well."She studdered allowing her natural shyness to show messing with a strand of snow-white hair as her pastel blue eyes looked away to the side and towards the ground. Aurora was never one for interactions. If it hadn't been for the support and training she got from this school and the mass amount of people that she calls family that taught her some self-defense and ways to think during battle while using the horrible combat quirk she was born with. She might not have done as well as she did. she was thankful that the changes she had set for her costume really came in handy and the fact it was hard to really know what her unique quirk did. She calmed herself down mentally before looking back at Mei listening to her extend an invite for a possible internship with her family's agency "S-Sure, I was probably just going to intern with the local police to better train on the use of my quirks and learn ways of using them; however, I would be a fool not to accept an invitation like that." she added allowing her voice to soften a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong Enishi The Tiger : Harry Harimau Seeing the two top heroes in the SEA region had him grinning ear to ear even as he looked back upon the previous months. One of the two representatives of Eirei and considered nearly the top student in his school. Got to remain humble, can't let it get to my head. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, or Harry, giggled inwardly. His chest puffing out a lot more and ears facing forward, tail moving back and forth gently. Being the second tallest in the group but still, one of the broader one of them, it was hard to miss his body cues. "Naturally, it's only something I can achieve." Yeng Hong said with a grin and pointed a finger to himself. Being at the top for once in something he excelled in left him a swimmingly good mood. After all, his tiger quirk had given him both strength, speed, and agility. He didn't even need weapons since his claws can serve as one if needed. Mei asking him to join their agency for the internship had him stroke his chin. Joining the top agency in all of SEA region was fine and dandy but so was the additional work. However, it did give him a chance to be based back in Malaysia again, and be with his dad for a while. That and being able to be with three girls? He can put up with a little work. "Of course, being in the top agency and heroes? I definitely wouldn't mind, besides, I can also show you all some good food spots." Yeng Hong brushed his hair backwards confidently. "Still, you sure your dad wouldn't mind? I mean, he's gonna take on an additional two interns when he got two of you already." His hand lazily waved to both Mei and Aurora.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei --- Zeal Hero Agency Internship Commence!Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1-B --- Zeal overheard the conversation that his daughter was having with her friends. He watched the Sports Festival and wasn't pleased with the performance they demonstrated, nonetheless he wanted them and wasted no time announcing that the entire 1-B will is granted internships at the Zeal Hero Agency. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE WE ARE GOING TO MALAYSIA IN A FEW MINUTES! YOUR HOMEROOM TEACHER TALIA IS NO EXCEPTION!" Zeal cannot help but flex his authority passionately, his wife has already bought the entire class plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. This whole thing was a surprise to the students but it was planned from behind the scenes as the Principal permitted Zeal to take Talia's class with him to Malaysia. Mei could feel nothing but awkwardness from her lively father. She was certainly happy but to be so grandiose and chewing the scenery just like that really would warrant her jealousy from people and other worldly expectations and peer pressure. To add fire, Zeal chose five students that would directly intern by his side. "Mei — Do better than your classmates, intern along side me, my daughter. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, this is perfect, I worked along side with your father over the years and he'd be happy to see you because I'm working on a case with him right now. Mizo Aberashi, your quirk reminds me of All Might and I'm taking you in, Aurora Yashia, your parents must've been proud seeing your non-combat quirk grant you first place in the Sports Festival, I'm taking you in and your parents will be working along side me. As for the fifth student, let's see..." Mei sighed from being embarrassed. "Told ya, he'd bring us. I would have been totally find with this, if he just held back his excitement!" She said to her friends. "Your honors Talia, anything you need to say to your class?" Zeal asked Talia.@Restalaan@BlackMaiden@Blizz@Angry Bubbles</s> <\|message\|>Huxley, Jun --- The shock of the class flying off with the number one hero didn't reach Jun's face. Though his cool gaze gleamed with excitement. For the most part, he had stood alone, humiliated by the last minute decision his father had forced on him. The elder man's baritone, frigid and calculated voice echoed in his head. 'Lose, Jun. I know how much you want to win but trust me, you'll be better off this way.' he had told him in the locker room. 'This was why,' he thought with a smirk. 'You sly old man, how in the world... Wait, it could have been Tsukino. She does have the ability to gaze the future sometimes. Jun strode up as Zeal begun to, one by one, mention the students. If he could just see the man work; that's all. Just watch him, he'd be leagues ahead of most Heroes already. He directed his voice, rattled by adolescence yet cool enough, towards Zeal. "Choose me, Sir. You won't find a stronger hero attending this school than me. I'm not bragging, just speaking facts."</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Penrose "Hm, only to do their best when they're in a foreign country..." A tall proper looking woman dressed in black with daggers strapped to her sides and white hair walked behind the number one hero. The sound of her boots clacking against the floor announced her presence. This was the number two hero, and class 1B's teacher. Penrose. Her quirk was a mess for most to handle, but her students no doubt knew that better than most. Her quirk involved hyper realistic illusions and sensory manipulation, once you're caught, you're subjected to whatever she makes you see. "It's as Zeal says, you should all strive to better your skill as heroes. You are my students, so I will be coming with you on this trip, after all, someone has to keep Zeal in check." she joked. Penrose was eye level with Mizo, yet the two of them physically were very different, while Mizo was built like a tank with legs, Penrose was a lot more spindly and spry. She was a very mobile type of person. "Aurora, you've come very far for someone with a quirk such as yours, you should be proud." She told Aurora, knowing how strange and annoying her quirk was for the girl. She watched her struggle and suffer a lot but she never gave up. "As for the rest of you, keep improving and one day you'll all be great heroes."</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong The Tiger : Harry Harimau Enishi "Wait, we're going now?" Lou Fu wanted to protest that they barely packed anything but the enthusiasm of the top hero swept it away as his class was caught in it. Deciding to just better follow the flow, he threw his hand to the sides with a shrug. Ah well, I got my clothes in Malaysia so it ain't a problem anyway. When Zeal addressed him, that snapped him to attention and more so when he heard his father being mentioned. Zeal pointing that he's working with him on a case and was willing to take him just sealed the deal. "Alright! Just point me and I'll kick all the villain's ass! Haha!" He gave a thumbs up to that and grinned though he felt the high pressure. The top hero is one thing but the thought of disappointing his father made him burned with a passion. "If it helps, I do appreciate it." He ribbed Mei gently with a prob of his elbow. Turning to Jun and thinking on his words, Lou Fu felt a little cheeky at the proclamation of being the strongest though. "Stronger? You sure about that?" Lou Fu raised and flexed his arm lightly, the school uniform stretching to near limits before he stopped. Only Mizo could claim to be stronger than him, and that was still dependant on other factors. He didn't become the top representative of the class after all. Hearing Penrose came in took his mind off as she said she'll be joining in for the trip. Telling them to do their best had him nodding to that. "Of course, teach."</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora nodded blushing some at the attention she had gotten ever since being enrolled in this school as she had originally assumed she would just fly under the radar get her education and move on with her life after graduation but it seemed all her plans went down a different path as it seemed others knew how to deal with her quirk better than she did herself. Maybe her parents had a bigger network than she thought. "Thanks."She said to Penrose looking around seeing everyone else hyper and excited about the sudden trip. She was happy to see it all go over well. She then thought about what her adopted parents thought of all this and they probably approved more than her actual parents probably would have. She sighed adjusting some in her seat pulling out her headphone to listen to some music and maybe calm her nerves of this sudden treat</s>	<\|message\|>Renitsuki Kimiko. Soft tapping echoed quietly as graceful steps rushed down the hallway as Kimiko rushed to meet up with her class; having accidentally slept passed her first several alarms. Approaching her destination her steps slowed to a casual stride, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Moving into view of her classmates soft glass blue eyes scanned the room, taking notice of Mei's family also in attendance. Kimi took a quiet space in the back of the small crowd, arms interlaced at her midsection with a small wooden anatomical doll draped lifelessly over her folded forearms. Kimi remained silent as she listened to the others speak. Her eyes lighting up excitedly at the mention of getting an internship with the #1 hero. Lightly Kimi shook the small wooden doll in her arms, as if trying to get its attention. "Did you hear that Otouto-chan." Kimi whispered quietly to the doll. "We've got an internship."</s>
<\|description\|>Yukimura Shinon Pulled Out: Tidal Surge Additionally, a blue-colored cowl covers her pink hair, which has tidal waves inscriptions on it. Civilian Data --- Age 15 Ancestory Fifth Generation Japanese \| Singaporean Hero Data --- Epithet The Water Hero: Tidal Surge Characterization Shinon has two sides of her; one is a bubbly, sweet, and kind child with a slight bit of shyness because she is embarrassed about her other side. Her other side is a raging storm or tidal wave, which constantly gets slightly annoyed at any little thing that happens. The raging tempest side is also much more serious than her innocent side. She is the calm before the storm in a nutshell. Support Item Nitrogen Flute: Using the Instrument, Shinon is able to compact heat energy, turn it into sound, and by creating friction with the water in the air, can turn the sound into the cold air, to which she can produce and launch icicles at her target. The sound waves allow her to precisely control her Quirk. Competencies --- Quirk Type Accumulation Quirk Description Tidal Wave is a water quirk that primarily controls any water surface to become Tidal Waves. The size of a Tidal wave depends on her personality, one is a bubbly, sweet, and kind child, and the other is a raging leviathan that causes havoc through its immense sized Tidal Waves. 15 ft (4.572 Meters) height is for her sweet innocent personality, while 50 ft (15.1 meters) Tidal Wave Height is a more aggressive and serious personality. As well, the water that Shinon controls can bypass electrical currents. It makes it much easier for her not to be electrocuted by her power if her Tidal Waves hit anything Electricity-based. During these Tidal Waves, the water currents are intensely fast, which will drag people to their deaths if they decide to fight against it. The biggest danger to these tidal waves is the chance of drowning and how hard they hit you in their larger size versions. Other Talents & Attributes Musical Talent - Shinon is skilled in playing the Alto Flute and the Harp. It is because her parents play these two instruments, primarily. Stamina - Shinon has an abundance of energy because of her swimming, running tendencies, and slightly because of her hyperactiveness. As such, she makes many strides to keep her skills in check. Speed - Shinon has an increased speed by the reason she always runs or swims. Always shows herself to the greatest of her abilities. It's because she wants to be as fast as water currents.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora It was a whirlwind of things to deal with understanding all that was happening around her of their trip to Zeal's agency. Oracle didn't expect to work with a support hero taufik and 1A's own teacher. Aurora nodded and bowed "Thankyou for accepting the oppertunity to teach me"she said gently smiling behind her mask "i hope i learn lots to be of use"she said happily taking in the training she received before heading to kaku's family mansion The next morning she was watching and listening to the debriefing of why the selected five were selected for this mission and what they were to do. Aurora wadnt too fond with actually having to deal with physical combat that wasnt exactly her strongest suit at the moment she would prefer to keep to her gathering intel and remaining in the back bit she wasnt going to complain,accepting the oppertunity to learn.</s> <\|message\|>Huxley, Jun --- Phantasm stood stoically, a bit off to the side of the others. There was no real reason why, besides it was just his own personal circumstance. He hardly took note of it but it was something he often did. As he stood, looking through the UI of his mask; a clear albeit blue-tinted screen, Phantasm was beginning to feel nerves. Outwardly, he gripped the side his hand was casually placed on a bit tighter than usual. It was good his mask was hiding his features. 'Control yourself... I can't tell if I'm excited or... scared.' He glanced at the others, remembering the slight prod that Lou Fu had shot him at the classroom. Soon he'd know the heartbreaking truth, that as much as the others had failed; he had threw his match at the festival. He hadn't given the boy a response back then cause his actions would speak louder. Phantasm tilted his head a bit and answered brusquely, "No sir!"</s>	<\|message\|>Yukimura Shinon "Tidal Surge" \| 15 \| Quirk: Tidal Wave May 7th, Earlier Class 1A Class Room --- In terms, Shinon was sitting at her seat in Class 1A, always the most studious classmate compared to the others in her class. She was slightly disappointed in the performance of her classroom at the Sports Festival. If everyone were like her, this classroom would've won the Sports Festival, since she's always on time and never misses a single class or lecture. However, when Emulator spoke up, which she had a slightly annoyed look on her face. Shinon felt a bit offended by how much he wanted to know about another's sex life, but thankfully, she wasn't interested in sex until she's married. She waited for Emulator to stop lecturing the class to speak up about her nonexistent sex life. " I am a virgin still, even though it would be nicer if you weren't so obsessed in our sanctity, Emulator, sir. It's because my parents told me to wait until marriage, anyway." She spoke with precisely a tone that was respectful but slightly annoyed. As well, Shinon was so excited when she heard the news about interning with her cousin's father at his Hero Agency. She is still internally frustrated that Emulator demoted her cousin to Class 1B because Mei didn't meet his lofty high standards. ' Mei is probably enjoying Penrose's classroom much more. Since Penrose is much nicer than Mr. Creepzoid.' She thought in the back of her head, only because of Emulator's obsession in knowing their sex life. It is like a constant thing that every day of the past two months, it happened without fail, and Shinon gives the same answer to him since it's true. She's like one of the few people that don't want to be expelled, which would disappoint her parents. However, she felt the ire of Cao's eyes land on her, and he was praising her work on the Nitrogen Flute. It felt a bit weird to get praise by one that is so weird, like him. " Flutes are one of my favorite musical instruments; therefore, thank you for the compliment. I know my parents told me that's what 1A is for, which is why they were so excited when I became a 1A student at this exceptional academy." She spoke with a great understanding of what the 1A classroom is and does. Shinon was very happy at work she put into her support item. When Emulator dismissed his class to go to 1B, it was a great relief since the two teachers are like night and day in comparison. Shinon walked to 1B's classroom and waved happily at Penrose, her uncle Zeal, and her cousin Mei. As such, Shion was a beacon of positivity, but Emulator does grind that positivity somewhat because his curriculum was much stricter in most cases. --- The next morning, Shinon had always wanted to learn skills that fit her, which is why she listened and watched the briefing very closely. Her weaknesses were very massive since she has a combat quirk, which causes much destruction around her. However, she would love to learn how to deal with these weaknesses to be better suited for any task. " I have no problems with that, uncle Zeal! I do need to get stronger in other areas, so I am not a one-trick pony." She spoke with a genuine worry about being a one-trick pony. Heroes must say their hero names in public after all, or it would be much easier for villains to find them and kill them. However, Heroes have to contend with Villains always, no matter what. " It is my pleasure to work with all of you." She spoke towards everyone else in the Furious Five. As well, she was smiling a bit bigger while she was looking directly at Tsundere because it's always lovely to be with her cousin.</s>
<\|description\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Duality; The Emotive Hero 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Pawn 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 Emotion Spectrum - Emitter \| Transformation Emiho's quirk is a combination of her mother's quirk which caused her to feed off of and emulate the predominant emotions of those around her, and of her father's quirk which caused him to emit different levels of light or darkness based on his own emotions. This combination has borne fruit as Emotion Spectrum which causes Emiho's emotions to change based on those around her. Emiho's emotions are affected by the emotions of those around her. It causes her to emulate what the majority of those within a certain radius around her are feeling. Another piece of the quirk puzzle comes in the form of Emiho being able to emit the stored emotional energy as light or darkness based on the predominant emotion she is intaking. This effect, however, is almost always active to some extent as if it wasn't then she would eventually feel an overload of emotion. However, she can also choose to release the emotions in quick, strong bursts that function similarly to that of a laser. It can be destructive. However, the more she uses an emotion this way the easier it is for the emotion to take control of her. One she has found to counteract how much the quirk affects her own feelings is by essentially sorting the emotions she draws on into one of two boxes. Positive emotions like happiness, excitement, love, or anticipation; and negative emotions like sorrow, fear, anger, or anxiety. The main issues with doing this though are that she loses a lot of power in her emission of emotions and it takes a lot of concentration. To counteract the loss of power, the only options she has are to stop focusing on control or to find a place where, the only people within the range of which she draws from, all of the emotions go into only one of the boxes. Another effect of her quirk is that based on the emotions she is using; her hair, eyes, and skin change color. Dealing with the two boxes the changes are more obvious with the positive emotions causing her hair, eyes, and skin to begin to look more vibrant and colorful. Her hair will become a bright lively purple, her eyes a deep red, and her skin looks full of life. Negative emotions do the opposite. Her hair begins to lose color changing to a ghastly white, her eyes become dark almost like pure blackness, and her skin becomes entirely pale. If she hasn't forced the emotions into the boxes then whichever emotion is being currently used affects her appearance a little less obvious but her hair, eyes, and skin begin to become slightly tinted in the color usually most associated with the particular emotion. She has developed a specialized support item that can store the emitted emotions. Using them she can store small one-use flashbangs or 'darkbangs'. Another device is integrated directly into her suit which helps to direct the 'flow' of her emission into the laser-like blasts. The benefit of this device is that she can give up a little bit of control to increase power. However, it tends to be a last-ditch effort as they still don't negate the effects of mass emissions of her quirk. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Katō Emiho - 加藤恵美帆 As long as she doesn't have to use her quirk extensively, Emiho has a tendency towards showcasing a friendly, caring smile. Due to the nature of her quirk, she does try to avoid situations that would cause any emotion to flare up too much. She isn't exactly shy but she also tends to avoid large groups of people unless she knows a few people in the group. She also has a bad habit of mothering those close to her. This could be because as a child she always stuck extremely close to her mother and anytime she'd play pretend she would always take the mother role. It could also come down to how out of her own siblings as well as cousins she is the oldest by a large margin. Despite the obvious issues that could occur she was often the one who would babysit her siblings and cousins. The first few years of this were a right laughing stock as before she learned to control her quirk better she'd act like the children a bit too much. But it is what lead to her learning how to box up the various emotions. Where the desire to become a hero originated from could come from a few sources. Her father was a very low-ranking hero but he always put his best into it. She also adored watching anime and similar shows revolving around varying types of heroes. She especially liked the ones where the heroes had trouble with their own abilities. It made her feel like she could one day control her own quirk rather than lose herself to it. Bottom line, Emiho has a deep desire to help people and take care of them. She loves to see others smile. 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 Born the first child to a low-ranking hero and a seamstress, Emiho's life has generally been normal for the world today. Her quirk developed fairly late comparatively and it was very much a difficult one for her to handle. But over the years and with the help of her parents she learned a way to box up the various emotions and keep them from driving her. Outside of the odd occasional issues with her quirk, Emiho was a model student. Perfect grades, near-perfect attendance outside of emotional blowouts, and excellent behavior are indicative of her life as a student.</s> <\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Hasaki did his best to place himself between both Chinatsu and Shakuko acting as a sort of barrier in the most discreet way possible as he listened to his relative rattle on to the others. "I've already sent my wishes to father," Hasaki said in an even tone before a smirk crept on his face before continuing. "Besides I think we both know who is being named next after my father". As he finished Hasaki waited and watched as his cousin quickly turned her attention to his other classmates, slightly irritating him but he let it pass without showing. Seeing as how she moved away from Chinatsu, Hasaki relaxed slightly, stepping forward so that the focus was on himself rather than her. "Unfortunately I will be heading out on family as you put it. There is not much I have to learn from you as it relates to my quirk." he finished forming a small blue flame in his hand before snuffing it out in a fist. "I'd rather learn from a real pro at the top since that's where I'm going to end up, besides it's not like I won't continue my training with the elders anyway." As he finished his declaration Hasaki paused for a moment, turning to look at his sister that was still behind him before turning back to his cousin. "As for Chinatsu, I'm sure any agency would love to have her as an intern, after all, she is my sister." He finished with a proud proclamation as if the mere fact of her bloodline made her better than his other classmates or any other options there were for interns. Turing and crouching down to meet his sister eye to eye preceding to ignore the other anyone else if they bothered to respond to him. "What do you say we go find Selica? I figured she'd be the perfect fit for both of us." As far as Hasaki was concerned Selica couldn't help much with training his own quirk but what she could show was how she climbed up to the 3 ranked. For Chinatsu, though he hoped that Selica could help in showing her how to use her power effectively in a better way than he could, that was if Chinatsu even wanted to show off her quirk.</s> <\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Honoka "We should probably go see about those internships," Honoka announced to anyone still hanging around. "Don't want to end up missing out on a great opportunity." Several had already left, but she should definitely lead by example for anyone dragging their feet. She couldn't lead the charge, but she could at least give that little bit of extra encouragement. It would help if she knew exactly where she'd go, though. Unlike some of her classmates, she didn't have a really clear idea of where she'd fit in. No family connections to lean on or elemental quirks that would mesh well with some of the more notable hero agencies. What she still needed was some good training to better use her quirk in a proper fight. She had a pretty good handle on what she could do, and finally had a decent control over how much she altered inertia. Still, her mediocre showing at the sports fest last year wasn't something Honoka wanted to repeat. As she looked around, she noticed several of the biggest heroes in Japan. Not intimidating at all, nope. She was surprised the number 5 hero wasn't bus beating away a legion of fans with a stick. Made it easier to introduce herself, at least. "I'm Honoka Oda," she said, straightforward and without at hint of nervousness. "I'd like to intern with your agency, if I may." Any luck, and she wouldn't come off as some fangirl angling for a chance to get close to her personal hero.</s>	<\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 x x x x x x x x[color=lavender][/color][color=mediumaquamarine][/color] x x \| \| \| --- \| --- \| Emiho had known pro heroes were going to show up. They all knew this it was fairly obvious. But to nearly bump into one after having a 'tirade' in her mind 'telling Sasuke off' made her worried of if the hero had heard any of her embarrassing words. Yet again, Shinon was there to save Emihoand she was very thankful. Being brought out of her mild stupor, Emiho bowed and said, "P-p-pleasure to meet you!" Soon though one of the third years, a member of the big three, Todoroki Shakuko appeared near them to speak with Snake-Eyes. The sheer star power gathering in this room made Emiho shirk a little bit but the sheer confidence and strength of mind and will quickly counteracted that desire to hide. Looking around, the room was really a powerful gathering of heroes. So many of the pillars were here and a few not far from those spots. One though she had no desire to get near out of uncertainty what to speak about with her. Seeing Hotwheels caused her mind to go back to Enka once again. Emiho had no desire to go back to the Ida family's Hero Agency. At least not until she's had a chance to confront Enka. In regards to the others, they were all intimidating presences as well. But she had already made up her mind and Yozoru speaking up to Snake Eyes drew her attention back to the one she wanted to train under. Channeling the confidence from the people in the room, "Ms. Snake Eyes, my name is Katō Emiho. I'm requesting to work under you for my internship. I HAVE to become stronger than I am." --- --- --- The eerie hero showed up late to the festivities of the day, but this was quite typical for him. Dressed in a dark suit which was a tad larger than it should be, the number nine pillar found a wall which no one was watching to lean against as he wondered who of these prospective heroes would choose the less glamourous style of heroing which he lived in. His eyes quickly stuck to a few he knew would be well suited for working from the shadows.</s>
<\|description\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 The Unbreakable Hero - Aegis 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Pawn 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 Ego – Emitter Aegis' Quirk allows him to surround himself in an invisible barrier of energy which both acts as a forcefield and to serves to enhance his physical abilities; while this barrier is active he is both highly resistant to damage, though not invulnerable, and much stronger than he is without it. By default his barrier shapes itself to fit the shape of his body, with enough breathing room that it also covers his clothing as long as it isn't loose fitting; however, Aegis can control the form of the barrier to an extent, even expand it so it can be used to shield other people or to attack. The strength of Aegis' Quirk is linked to his ego, rising and falling in relation to his current mental state; in other words, the more confident and sure of himself Aegis feels the stronger he is. In theory this means that if he ever loses faith in himself his Quirk will become weaker as a result. However, for better or for worse, Aegis' personality is such that this has never happened. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Aegis, real name Dietrich Konig, is destined to be the greatest hero ever to come out of Eirei; or so he believes. To hear Dietrich tell it himself he is fearless in the face of danger, courageous in the heat of battle, gallant in the presence of evil, admired by those around him and feared by his enemies. He is ruthless in how he deals with villains, not pulling his punches even if he is far stronger than them, is glad to help out his fellow heroes, especially since most of them need it, and is more than happy to put on a show for civilians, whether that be signing autographs and taking pictures or showboating during a fight. He is also, if you haven't noticed, a little full of himself. Ever since Dietrich's Quirk appeared he has been praised by those around him, surrounded by those who told him he was meant for great things and that he would make a great hero one day. This has, unfortunately, given him quite the overblown ego and a little bit of a god complex on top of it. 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 When Dietrich's Quirk first appeared, nobody thought much of it; the ability to create a barrier was nothing special and since neither of his parents had particularly strong abilities it was expected that his Quirk would plateau at a young age. However, as he grew older his strength kept increasing, far eclipsing that of his peers, and Dietrich's potential was brought to the attention of some very important people. He was scouted to attend a special school in Berlin, a kind of preparatory school for young heroes, leaving behind his home in Strausberg, Germany to go there. He was excited at first; for the first time in years he met people who could keep up with him, but even among those promising young heroes there was no one who could keep up with his growth. Over time he began to overtake them all. His parents, the teachers, even the other students began to say he would be the strongest hero in Germany one day, maybe even all of Europe. Dietrich acknowledged all of the praise, accepted it as fact, and his powers continued to grow. Even someone like Dietrich wanted a challenge however. With how strong he was he started to chafe under the confines of the special school, surrounded by peers who could no longer push him. He was bored. Then he heard about Eirei Academy. Rather than staying in Germany, staying in the same school with the same classmates Dietrich decided to enrol himself at an internationally recognised academy from a country renowned for its strong heroes and villains latter in the hopes of finding a challenge.</s> <\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 --- `Lady Miyako Common Room.` --- To say the least, things are a bit... rough. Heidi had her arms crossed, as she watched the broadcast with an entirely straight face. Zeal, who was the number one got killed by Godfather, and Ida who was in her class snapped and killed a bunch of first years. What a great way to start the new year, isn't it? Many of Heidi's fellow classmates and friends were very perturbed by the events. Heidi on the other hand was outright enraged by it. How dare Ida, someone she looked up to, do this? What's more, Zeal was defeated but... but to Heidi that just meant that they needed a better #1 Hero. Not Heidi, but maybe someone in the room. Of course Sasuke had to come on in and stir the pot and blame her class for Ida freaking out like that. Like it was their fault that he flipped out. Now that struck a nerve in the firey girl, to say the least. While everyone was admonishing him, she thought they were being a bit too soft. She balled her fist as it heated up. Heatwaves radiated off of her before her hands burst into flames. Fire radiated from her hair as she pointed at Sasuke and shouted, "Sasuke, shut the hell up!" Heidi started, the fire in her hair flared up that accentuated each word. "Like you have something to say if Ida was in your class." --- `Lady Miyako Common Room.` --- Phoebe was on her gaming system in the back of the room. Silently playing her game while the headmistress prattled on about what happened. Honestly Phoebe knew exactly what she was gonna say, some speech about pulling together and holding hands and sing songs. Bah! Who cares. While what Ida did was all kinds of wrong, Phoebe knew that the League of villains just wanted to sew hysteria! And that's what they did! Cause hysteria among Japan and the rest of the hero community. Of course Sasuke had to open his trap and piss off Class-A. While what happened to Ida could have happened to anyone in any class, a storm was coming.... and honestly Phoebe didn't think highly of the current hero community. Then Todoroki had to go and strike Phoebe's nerve. She turned off her system as she said to him, "... Like how the A-list heroes protected the people Ida killed?" She said and craned her neck at her as she went back to her system. Speaking to everyone as if they aren't even worth eye contact, "Look if you guys wanna cover her ears and ignore the obvious, then that's you. But if you all want protection you better learn how to do it yourself. Because you all seen what happened to Zeal, right?" Then she played her game like nothing was important.</s> <\|message\|>Picture is still WIP Tatsudoku Kouseki Lady Miyako Common Room --- The long haired boy sat in the back row, off to the far side as if to distance himself from others much as he could. He leant on his arm as the other rested on the desk, watching the conversation unfold. So it seems Sasuke's put them and everyone else up to something that was sort of a pain, as he usually does. Well not that he can fault him, there was a kind of hunger he could respect in his pursuit, perhaps rooted in being quirkless, feeling that need to prove himself. Regardless, the direction of the conversation seemed to go into some more philosophical terms. His own answer was easy, sacrifice nothing. It's what separates a hero from a day job in his opinion. Still, he had no desire to voice this opinion. There was already a tizzy of that he had no desire to add to it. He turned his gaze away from the conversation, choosing to think about what he might do about the Hero Recruitment. In contrast to those who were from normal families, who by default felt they had to work for preferences and a high ranking agency to hire them, he knew full well how easy it was to get a prestigious agency if you were born in the right family. Though he no longer has that preferential luxury. He much preferred it this way, whether it was it felt more real, or that he felt more free. As for the events that had befallen A Class, it was truly an unfortunate outcome. A traitor of all things was pretty bad, but a member of the Iida clan also... Such an event was abnormal to say the least, were it any average student in these classes then it would not shake things up so much, but a member of a major clan... It cast a shadow of doubt on how trustworthy those in power might be. Still, this was but a tiny chip in a gigantic vase. It would simply be the beginning, so he felt.</s>	<\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Dietrich Konig - Aegis Pathetic That was the only thing he could call all of… this. The rep for class B had brought them all into this room so they could watch the announcement from the Pillars, just so he could rake them over the coals afterwards? Dietrich leaned back in his seat until it creaked, eyes pointed at the ceiling as he heard yet another person add their pointless opinion to this mess; another worry, another argument, another rallying cry, another optimistic sentiment. Pathetic. Bickering and fighting and whining and bickering some more. The old witch was right; they had been coddled for too long if this was how they reacted to Zeal's death, to Enka's betrayal. Too soft, despite the power they all had and he had to admit that some of them had a lot of power; even stronger than him, in some cases. It took more than just strength to make a hero however, he heard someone say and agreed with them; strength was needed, but it also took willpower and courage, it took arrogance and vanity, it took madness and selfishness. You had to be more than everyone else. That was the only way you were going to change anything. He closed his eyes, the ceiling replaced by darkness as he blocked out the light. Unfortunately he couldn't close his ears as easily. What was he willing to sacrifice? The answer was easy. Nothing. He wasn't willing to sacrifice a damn thing; not one thing, not one person, not even a speck. All would be safe under his aegis and if any villain dared to try and challenge that, he'd be standing in their way and they would not move him, would not break him no matter how hard they tried. When the dust fell they would the ones crushed beneath him and they wouldn't get a single iota away from him. Heroes didn't lose, they couldn't afford to, so he wouldn't. Anyone willing to accept any other outcome wasn't fit to be a hero. Most of the people in this room probably weren't fit; so few were in the end. Enka sure as hell wasn't, damn traitor. People were still talking, but it was one voice in particular that caught his interest. He opened his eyes ad turned his head to see the Fourth Pillar, Snake-Eyes herself standing in the corner of the room. A pro-hero, a real one, but more than that the person who wouldn't training him and a few others for the foreseeable future; he'd earned that spot more through his connection to Keiji than anything else, so this was the first time they were meeting in person. "How the hell'd you get here so quickly? I thought that broadcast was live."</s>
<\|description\|>Kira Nickname: Superior Dance Sensation Hiko no Kira Age: 19 Eyes: Black Hair: Black Description: Kira is a young woman of moderately athletic build, standing at 5'6", with spiky, jet-black, jaw-length hair parted on the left side with the majority of it, including her bangs, brushed towards her right side. Her eyes, equally black, are sharply angled, bright and confident. Her body is toned from a lifestyle filled with movement, with a particular emphasis on lower-body workouts. Her bust is smaller than average, but her hips are notably rounded, leading into powerful, meaty thighs. When not dressed in a stage costume, her day-to-day attire consists of short-shorts, colored a deep grey-almost black, which show off her legs from the thigh down to just below the knee, where a pair of bright orange leg warmers take over skin-covering duty, only letting up once they reach her ankles, exposing her bare feet. She pairs this with a matching dark grey hooded sweatshirt, the hood of which is usually up over her head in a marginally-effective attempt to hide her face from those with ill intent toward her, the torso of which features a long pocket accessible by either hand, and the sleeves of which can be un-zipped about a fourth of the way from the shoulder to prevent overheating. Also typically found wearing combination headphones+speakers connected to a music player, which she can utilize in battle to change her movement patterns. Country of Origin: Japan Condition: Adept Biography:A career entertainer attempting to make it big using her talent for dance, Kira found her big break when her Septima awakened within her and she put it to use in making her dance routines more unique than any other entertainer in the market at the time. Enthusiastic, brash, and with a bit of a temper issue, Kira approaches everything she's interested in with 110% of her near boundless energy. She prefers speaking in a casual manner with people, but will observe formality when culturally appropriate. She enjoys being the center of attention as much as she enjoys putting smiles on people's faces. She also enjoys getting into fights, having been a playground roughhouser in her early years and never really growing out of it. Foreign and local cultures also tend to pique her interest. Patience is not something that comes easily to her. Equipment: Lens- Left: None Right: None Ring: None Pendant: None Gear- (0 Kudos) None Skills- Mobility: (250 Kudos) Run Jump Float [Through Grav Alter] Drift [Through Grav Alter] Combat: (10 Kudos) Weapon Training - Traditional [Small] - Kira is trained in the art of capoeira, which she travelled to Brazil specifically to learn. She can effectively fight by dancing, and is able to use different styles of music to change up her movement patterns. Septima- Name: What Goes Up Must Go Down Element: Gravity [Basic Element (100 Kudos) Color: Black Powers- (425 Kudos) Grav Room - [Element Generation: Field] - A large box shaped field, about the size of a two story suburban home when used outdoors, which shapes to fit the room she's in when indoors. Allows Kira to change the direction and/or magnitude of gravity's pull on all living things within the field. Creation of field uses EP, dissipates two minutes after creation, upon Kira exiting the field, or upon deliberate dissipation by Kira. (100) Grav Net - [Element Generation: Field] A flat rectangular field, about the size of Kira, which has the ability to increase the magnitude of gravity on any inanimate object touching the field, pulling it downward instantly ("downward" defined as whatever direction gravity is pulling in the area at the time of usage.) Uses EP to maintain. (100) Grav Pull - [Remote Manipulation: Individual] - Affects any single person in her line of sight, which allows her to use gravity to yank them in a direction dictated by a bodily movement. Each motion requires EP to perform, more drastic movement requiring more EP than subtle ones. (100) Grav Hurl - [Remote Manipulation: Mass] - Alters direction and/or magnitude of gravity's pull on any single non-living mass in her line of sight. Effect expires after two minutes, or until used again. Returning gravity to normal costs no EP. (50) Grav Alter - [Self Adjust] - Alters the direction and/or magnitude of gravity on her own body. Persists until used again, or until Overheat. Returning gravity to normal costs no EP.(75) Build: Tin Battery SP: 3/3 Special Skills: Active- 1: Prostrate Yourselves 2: Weightless 3: Known- Prostrate Yourselves - Kira significantly increases the magnitude of gravity's pull for everyone but herself in a circle around herself, immobilizing and dealing damage to them. Has an active duration of 10 seconds. "Crushing pull of Earth Which makes all one day crumble Now demands, "Prostrate!"" [Offensive Skill 1] (100 Kudos) Weightless - Kira relaxes her muscles and exhales, holding her breath for a moment, draining tension from her body and mind alike. She then takes a reinvigorating inhale, sharpening her focus, and slightly decreasing the magnitude of gravity's pull on herself. [Support Skill Recharge] (100 Kudos) Kudos: Start: (1000 default, 985 used, BONUS: 0, 15 Remaining) Total Used: Total Earned: Total BONUS: Highest Earn: Highest "Combo": Kudo net total: Gravity Overture - Creates two rectangular fields of intense upward gravity under the ground/floor in front of her, aiming to pull the solid material upward and then turn the fields direction toward each other and crush anything/anyone between them. (100)</s> <\|message\|>Travis d'Arcy (pronounced Darcy) Travis d'Arcy @tobiax LOWER DECK 2 "Oi, watch the merch!" --- She--wait, was this person a woman? The pink hair and the robes made him think that way at first, but he...wasn't sure about the voice. And the Japanese style clothes hid a lot of other features that would've been distinguishing. But, whoever they were, they stared at him for several long moments before answering. In his coat pocket, the palm of his hand tensed against his pistol. "Hm. No, I don't suppose I am. And I don't suppose you are, either, judging by the cold sweat." Travis let out a shaky breath. They walked closer, flicking the blood from their sword. He wondered just what a pro like this was doing on a passenger cruise. A sword meant getting up close and personal with somebody...an assassin? The thief didn't think there were any bigwigs on the ship...or at least, none of the safes he'd hit so far hinted at that kind of status. "I have business with these hijackers, as it turns out. I'd suggest you return to your cabin, but they've probably knocked the damn handle of, same as mine. I can't very well leave you here to be harpooned by some Neanderthal, so… follow me. I'll see us through this mess, but please, don't end up underfoot. I can't guarantee your safety if you between me and my enemy." "Oh, believe me," Travis said, putting his other hand in his pocket as well, "I keep me head well out of trouble..." But the bloodied figure kept going--and not in the direction Travis wanted. "Oi, uh...shouldn't we be headin' above deck--" There were two noises, simultaneous, yet easily picked out by their direction and style. Both footsteps. Both groups of more than one person. The first sounded lighter, quieter, except for a distinct, metallic tink tink tink. The latter, heavier, more numerous--by quite a bit. Travis's head whipped back and forth--and the latter group proved to be the most urgent. The sound of flippery boots tromped down the stairs towards the cabins. There was a slamming from below, and the echoing sounds of the engine were drowned out. A cluster of ten divers, harpoon launchers on point, flowed down the stairs, beginning to march into range behind Travis. As they approached, one of the more eager of the divers fired. "Right then!" As soon as he saw the rifle come up he'd made a dive for the nearest broken-in cabin door. The harpoon tore right through one of his whipping coat tails as he tumbled to the floor in a roll, then scrambled onto all fours. He looked out at the swordsperson as he straightened his glasses. "There's your enemy, and here's me out the way!" Now that he was in cover, he grabbed the pistol once more and made sure the safety was off. He popped the magazine out just to check--one in the barrel, thirteen more ready to go--then slammed it back in. The 9mm probably wouldn't do much if those suits had any armor, but it was better than nothing. He tried to calm himself down. You or them, mate, no choice. They shot first-- He stopped, gulping down fear for just a moment. I ain't the one holding the bloody sword. Why would they shoot at him first? Just to get rid of the easier target? But why get rid of anyone at all--he'd already seen that there were no bodies, and limited harm done in struggles with other passengers. Why did these new arrivals go for the kill right off the bat? And, again, why him? "Who the hell even are you knobs!?" he yelled out the doorway, keeping his back to the wall between him and the hallway. No guarantee they'd answer--if tall, pink, and deadly there didn't have them too occupied already--but why not ask? Just to be polite, right? He scoffed at his own joke.</s> <\|message\|>Kanako Akhmatova, though she goes by Kana Kana whirled around at the sounds of a scuffle, awareness ratcheted up as high as it could go. A man with an accent yelling. The sound of harpoons striking the walls. And a very, very faint noise that she couldn't quite parse, but reminded her of violence all the same. She closed her eyes tightly. There are so many better things to worry about right now. There could be something very bad happening down with the engine. You could go up like you planned and deal with the leader. Can you really afford the time to go help whatever's going on? Before the thought had even finished, she knew the answer. Not a chance she was going to stand there as more people got hurt. Not when she could do something about it. Damn everything else, she'd been 'gifted' with these goddamn legs; might as well use them for good for once. She took a long, calming breath. I didn't want to hurt anyone tonight. I really didn't. But just because they started the fight doesn't mean I can't end it. It's different this time. You're helping people. The breath heaved out. Eyes still closed, "Keep going towards the engine room. I'll catch up with you soon." For just a moment, she was very grateful that she was wearing her mask. Her eyes snapped open, and she blasted towards the fight, Edgedancer surging out of her at its full strength. In the space between heartbeats, the calm and slightly wobbling tink of her footsteps was replaced with the shrieking sound of metal crashing into metal at high speed as she blazed down the narrow corridor. The world moved in slow motion around her, and the sound of fighting came into clear focus. A distant corner of her brain hissed in dissatisfaction at the British man. You're making too much noise. Just asking to get hurt. Shut up. She wanted to hate him for being in such a place that she needed to do this. She wanted to find a vessel for her pent-up anger and frustration. Someone that she could blame, and blame harmlessly. But she couldn't bring herself to hate him. He was stuck here like everyone else. Nobody was making her do this but her. A corner in the hallway loomed ahead of her; sounded like whatever was going on was just around it. Even if she wanted to, she didn't have the time or space to slow down. So instead she sped up as much as she could. And jumped. She struck the wall, and with all the speed and power that her Septima brought her, she kicked it. With one more jagged, metallic screech, she launched herself forward and twisted in midair, whizzing past the Englishman and a...man? Woman?...person in a haori, of all things—and aiming a flying scissor kick at the closest frogman. And, as all her pent-up frustration boiled over—her quiet time ruined, her guards off, her legs being used against a human being again—she axed downwards at him with a furious scream.</s>	<\|message\|>Kira Kira likewise stopped upon hearing the sounds of the skirmish coming from down the hall. Not one to shy away from a fight, and itching to knock some more heads after having her trip back home ruined by these wetsuit-clad jerks, a smirking Kira took a step toward the source of the noises. "Keep going towards the engine room. I'll catch up with you soon." The blur that Kana had become whizzed by her before she could fully register what the woman had said, though the pause that sudden movement gave her lasted long enough for her to do so. She...wasn't fully confident she could keep up with that kind of movement in a fight, the wide-eyed Kira decided, at least not without hindering it with gravity, which would be counter-intuitive with them fighting on the same side. It was probably best to stay out of the crossfire of that one. Plus... Kira looked back at the disheveled rugrat who had yet to throw her name, expression setting as her determination settled on a course of action. I got her to think about. Kira turned back on course toward the sound of the engine still coming from the open door they hadn't arrived at yet. "You heard the lady. We keep goin' this way. C'mon." She resumed walking at the same pace they had been before Kana's departure, deciding to use the time it would take to reach the room to get some information flow going. If they were going to run into trouble in the engine room, it might be helpful for them to know what to expect from one another. "My Septima lets me manipulate the magnitude and direction of gravity, either for myself, objects in my line of sight, or for every living thing in an area around myself. I can't target specific living things with the effect. So if I tell you to hold onto me, you hold on tight, okay? And maybe close your eyes if you get motion sick easy."</s>
<\|description\|>Elijah Blake O'Malley Eighteen (8/17) • Male • Bi-sexual. Male lean. (FC: Blake Stevens; Dialogue: 94E657) ♫ I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away oh yeah I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days ♫ ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ► How many years have you attended Second Horizons? "This will be my first." ► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it? "I uh... I don't really care. I don't think there's a Cabin that I really fit into, but I can say that I probably wouldn't like Red that much." ► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you? "Yep. I saved up money for months to come here to get out of doing Christmas with my family. Fuck that shit." ► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of? "Uh... I'm allergic to morphine." ► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons? "No experience, but lessons would be FANTASTIC!" ► What are you looking forward to? "The potential for hotties being here. The Christmas lights. Being away from my family. ► What are you not looking forward to? "I can't really think of anything. Maybe having to share a room with everyone." ► Tell us a little bit about yourself: I'm an optimistic, friendly, science nerd. I'm a hopeless romantic and love rom-com movies. I believe in love at first sight and all of that other cheesy stuff. I consider myself a loving and caring person. I'm very supportive of my friends. But despite my good traits, I do have my flaws. I can be sarcastic. I'm very blunt, and I'm impatient. I also love to gossip. I know that it's horrible. I just can't help it!" ____________________________________________________________ ► Noteworthy appearance traits: * Hair: Dark Brown \| Mediumish boy cut length. It's short in the back, and left a little longer in the front. \| Typically brushed back so that it looks like a wave in the front. * Eyes: Baby Blue. * Height: Six foot. * Body Type: Ectomorph - Tall and a little lanky, Elijah also does have a fair amount of muscle. * Clothing Style: Casual Nerd \| Jeans, Khakis, skinny jeans, graphic tees, Chuck Taylors, flannel, the one leather jacket he almost always wears. * Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: He has a tongue piercing. ► Noteworthy luggage items: * Basic personal care items. * His laptop and cellphone. Chargers. * His sketch book. Elijah draws fantasy pieces such as elves and scenery from foreign planets that he's made up in his mind. He also likes to draw the things and people around him. Most of his drawings are done in charcoal or pen. ► Quirks: * "I have an obsession with conspiracy theories. I like to go down the rabbit hole that the internet had to offer and just see what I can find. Illuminati, Lizard People, Malaysia Flight 370, Bush did 9/11, the world ended in 2012... things like that. It's not that I believe them - well, I do believe some - but it's funny to see what kind of things humans come up with." * "I use my hands a lot when I speak. Like if I'm talking, my hands are pretty much always moving." * "I refuse to drink orange juice. Apple is superior." ► Likes/Dislikes: ✔ "The Mean Girls movie gives me life." ✔ "Vine. I'm still pretty iffy on Tiktoc... I mean it's not bad. It's just... it's not vine." ✔ I have an unhealthy obsession with potatoes. Fried, mashed... baked. I just really like potatoes." ✖ "Snakes - both literal and metaphorical." ✖ "Mountain Dew is gross." ✖ "Boomers. Not that I have anything against the elderly in general, but like... boomers are a different breed. They're assholes." ____________________________________________________________ ► Brief history: "Oh gosh, what can I say? I'm the youngest of five kids, and they only guy. My mom and dad really wanted a son and it looks like they lucked up on the fifth try. Well... sort of. I don't think my parents planned for me to be gay. That was a curve ball for them, but they loved me all the same - even if dad was disappointed I didn't want to play football. Now I don't need to give you guys my whole life story, and quite frankly I don't wanna share it. All you need to know is that I work a little part time job back in Ohio and saved money for weeks so that I could come here. Why? Christmas with my family is hell. Forty fucking people trying to pack into ONE house because they're too cheap to rent a hotel room, then arguing over who can and can't stay there. People sleeping in the bath tub, underneath the dinning room table. At least three fist fights break out. You can bet at least one of them will involve Uncle Danny's drunk redneck ass. But I don't have to worry about that this year! I'm so glad to be at Second Horizons." ____________________________________________________________ ► Extra information: -Growing up with four sisters, you get used to being asked for advice on clothing and makeup. Eli is more than happy to help his friends chose their signature look. -Eli is an affectionate person. Kisses on the cheek, hugs, hand holding and nicknames are all very common with Eli when he is around friends. The more comfy he is with you, the more affectionate he is. -Is a slut for Starbucks Iced Caramel Macchiato. -Really doesn't want to go back to Ohio when camp is over. Maybe he'll just settle down in Washington for a bit?</s> <\|message\|>Gwen Louise Thomas __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ Gwen Thomas was cold. Standing at the North Pole and awaiting her camper's arrival, the green counselor attempted to keep warm by rocking back and forth on her heels and nursing a dwindling cup of hot chocolate in her gloved hand. She had even bundled up this time around- donning a heavy black parka over her green cabin tee shirt and a fluffy pom beanie- but as per usual, the girl was still freezing. Granted, Gwen hailed from New Mexico (plus during the school year, Nebraska) and considered anywhere with an average temperature below 50 degrees cold, but no matter how many times she visited cities that were graced by snow, she was never truly prepared for the chill she'd feel in the air. In addition to the change in temperature, the past few days of orientation were full of adjustments. New time zone to get used to, new faces to meet, new protocols to follow- however, as a second-year staff member, Gwen wasn't completely clueless as to how things truly went at Second Horizons. She had learned those intricacies last year and thus was prepared and knew for the most part what to expect this time around. That meant stocking her backpack and cabin with snacks for when her campers got the munchies, looking the other way when people decided to trek to the hot springs for a bit of private time, and providing a listening ear to those smitten in a camp romance or love triangle. Ah yes, relationship drama. A topic that the brunette was unfortunately all too familiar with- at least this year her advice would come from a place of empathy and not just sympathy. While standing there, Gwen stole another glance at her cell phone and was met with a notification-less screen once again. The girl should've already nipped the habit of checking her messages in what was nearly the third month since the break-up, as by now she was awaiting a text or two that would never arrive. What was it that she was seeking so desperately- another apology text? A promise to be faithful that was obviously going to be broken? Some form of closure? Even though Gwen told herself and others that she was over her heartbreak, there was still some part of her that wasn't- after all, finding out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with a peppy blonde sorority girl a week before her midterms didn't allow her the time to fully cope. Maybe the next two weeks would rid her of any lingering negativity or feelings- Second Horizons had the knack to distract campers from the rest of the world for a few moments, why not her too. Gwen's grip tightened on her clipboard as she was brought back to reality. Organized and tidy, her delicate cursive handwriting was already scattered over the first page of the stack of papers. Although she had gone through the staff training last year, she still had been jotting down important notes throughout the sessions- various things that would be good for her to remember throughout her time here. But when she hadn't been paying attention as things got repetitive, Gwen had taken it upon herself to decorate the back of her clipboard. She had found some paint pens in an arts and crafts bin and had just gone to town- doodling various colorful flowers and leaves as well as her name across the surface. On the off chance she were to misplace it or leave it somewhere, anyone would be able to return it, as it was now unmistakably hers. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone making a beeline directly towards her and her co-counselor, and so her demeanor shifted. A smile reappearing on her face and complementing her delicate features, Gwen greeted the newcomer as soon as he spoke. "It's nice to meet you, Dez- Welcome to Second Horizons! I'm Gwen, one of your counselors for the next two weeks. And this is-" She turned to introduce her fellow counselor, but they had disappeared in the few seconds that her back was turned. "Well, that was your other counselor, but I guess you'll meet them later!" The brunette shrugged but then motioned to the area behind her. "You can drop your things here for the moment, but we'll be heading to the bunk to get settled when more campers from Green arrive." She searched around once again to see if anyone else from their cabin was present- the only familiar face she noticed was Nate, who looked as though he unfortunately was not making a good first impression with another female camper. Shaking her head with a laugh, as he somehow always found a way to get into sticky situations, she looked back at the dark-haired boy in front of her. "So, Dez, where are you from?" Gwen asked, making small talk as they waited for the others to join their group.</s> <\|message\|>Fiona Jade Salvador _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Fiona had driven from Meadow University to camp, making unpacking when she arrived a hassle - but little did Fiona know that unloading her car would be the first of many things that made her want to roll her eyes over the next few weeks. The training had gone over smoothly enough, and it was nice to see that not that much had changed at camp since she was there the last time. From what she could tell, Second Horizons had chosen a good set of counselors this year. Jackson might need a watchful eye kept on him, but other than that, Fiona was quite pleased with her lot of fellow rule enforcers. Of course, being a counselor was going to be different from being a camper. She couldn't just break the rules, fuck around and smoke weed one hundered percent of the time. She would have to allow herself to be the 'cool-mom' sort of counselor. She sure had enough experience with her siblings to know how to handle crazy teenagers. Hopefully this wouldn't be so bad. After their meeting this morning, Fiona approached the giant christmas tree to wait on her campers. The blue camp shirt was far from what she would have chosen to wear, but at least it was sort of comfy. Leaning against the tree, Fi waited and stood there with her clipboard in hand. Greeting campers and checking names off of her list as they approached, she sighed. Hopefully Second Horizons could offer her the breath of fresh air that she truly needed.</s>	<\|message\|>Elijah Blake O'Malley Eli had managed to save up enough for a plane ticket, along with the money to go to Second Horizons. Working two jobs over the summer, picking up extra shifts through the colder months as needed after school started back up, and even doing DoorDash here and there. Getting out of Ohio was a dream come true, especially since he didn't have to eat Aunt Patricia's nasty ass potato salad this year. He had never been on a flight before. His family didn't have much money. His mom did her best working as the cashier at the local hardware store, and his father as the head chef at Huskers. Needless to say, the O'Malley's never did much traveling while Elijah was growing up. He had done as much research into flights as he possibly could, in an effort to be prepared. But no matter how much you read, it never prepared you for your first bout of turbulence. Making it through the flight without managing to give himself a heart attack, Eli was happy to have his feet back on solid ground when they landed. Checking in with what he could only assume to be two camp counselors, Eli boarded the bus and found himself soon sitting beside a handsome young man with blonde hair. The two of them exchanged some pleasant conversation during the trip to camp, but Eli couldn't remember the other young mans name about half way through the trip. While the blonde was cute, he was an absolute bore. Eli was more than relieved to set foot off the bus - even if the meant he had to follow Jackson. Jackson seemed cool, but he also seemed like trouble, making Eli weary. And the tall blonde chick was just… intimidating as fuck. With a sigh, Eli followed his camp counselor and fellow Red members through the snow. Doing his best to take in the scenery, Eli kept quiet in hopes of finding a cabin mate that he felt he could relate to a bit better.</s>
<\|description\|>Alison Scott AGE 31 BIO Alison was born and raised in Las Vegas; she's a native who's lived there all her life despite having family scattered through the United States. Prior to the invasion, the young woman worked as a surgical nurse in Southern Hills Hospital. She's really good at her job since she puts in the hours. Being single and having no kids has it advantages, and Alison dedicated her 20s to getting ahead in her profession. She's a quick learner who's driven and knows right from wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Alison Scott "I'm sorry, we did everything we could." Those dreaded words always shattered someone's life in an instant. Alison knew; she'd been there minutes ago as Dr. Peterson delivered the bad news. The parents of the poor 11-year-old boy absolutely lost it to the point where the mother had to be restrained. She was completely hysterical, but who could blame her. Alison didn't know what it was like to lose a child because she didn't have nany kids of her own, but she'd been around death long enough to get an idea of what it did to people. The internal pain was something she couldn't even begin to fathom, but their reactions...she had practically seen it all. Currently, Alison was making her way down to her station to complete some paperwork. The exchange with those parents left her a bit moody. Sure, she knew how to be sympathetic in a professional sense, but she was only human. "Hey, are you coming out tonight?" Alison looked up to see Joey walking alongside her. He was grinning as usual, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine, if I agree to go out, do you promise to stop pestering me?" "Can't say I will, but you're going out tonight and that's final." He then walked away without giving her a chance to respond. But that was more or less how their interactions went, so she was used to it. Alison started reading over her notes again when she heard screaming from a distance. Startled, she rushed to the corner to look down the hall when she noticed a large number of individuals opening fire against those in their vicinity. She witnessed as people dropped dead one after the other. After a few moments, Alison could have sworn she made eye contact with one of the murderers, but she didn't stick around long enough to find out. Instead, she ran the other way hoping to find a good hiding place and wait until help arrived.</s> <\|message\|>Rodnell Sutton --- RODNELL SUTTON August 10th // 14:34 ZERO HOUR --- Las Vegas Boulevard // Paradise Rodnell Sutton didn't believe that parachutes and the occasional fighter jet filled the skies of Las Vegas. At first, he thought it was some sort of stunt pulled off by a group of pranksters. That was until several of them landed in the middle of the busy road dressed like soldiers and holding assault rifles. But, strangely enough, they didn't appear to be hostile as they ran past everyone. Rodnell didn't know where they were going, but he knew better than to follow them. Instead, he reached for his phone and tried to call his friends, who left the city yesterday. But, it went straight to voicemail. In fact, Rodenell's phone was out of service. And then, the Strip lost power in an instant. Rodnell didn't know what the hell was going on especially when several APCs landed on a parking lot across the street. Some of the soldiers began making their way across the street calmly before addressing him and everyone else watching. One of them spoke in broken English with a thick German accent, "Please remain indoors. We wish no harm to civilians. We fear that fighting will intensify in the coming hours. Return to your rooms until stated otherwise." Rodnell looked over at the airport and saw smoke rising from the airfield. He tried to ask the foreign soldier about it but was interrupted when one of them shouted and pointed at three police cars speeding towards them. Everyone in the parking lot started retreating to the hotel as fighting between them began with gunshots. Rodnell followed them back to the lobby and desperately tried to call his friends and family. His phone kept on going straight to voicemail. And with the sound of gunfire and explosions still going on, he wasn't unable to relax for hours until it was night. By nighttime, the fighting was reduced significantly in the surrounding areas for the most part. Some people decided to venture outside for different reasons. Rodnell was one of them because he thought it was a good time to leave the city via Interstate 15. But, unfortunately, his car was riddled with bullets, making it undrivable. Instead, he started making his way deeper into the Boulevard in the hopes of finding a ride out of here. However, the roads were filled with desperate people having the same idea. And judging by the traffic jam, he didn't need to check to know that the Interstate was undrivable. Rodnell didn't know what to do but figure out a different plan. He needed to go back home and see if his family and friends were alright. But, Los Angeles was far away and he didn't have a car anymore. While he was thinking, Rodnell headed to a nearby pizzeria and asked for a drink. Then, he went back out to take a breather while watching firefighters and some foreign soldiers putting out a fire that started on the upper levels of a hotel. And of course, he checked to see if his phone finally had a signal, but it still didn't. 'What a fucked up day.' Rodnell told himself. ---</s>	<\|message\|>Alison Scott She hadn't been in the small closet all that long when the power went out. The generator automatically kicked in, though she was still beyond terrified. More shouting, screaming, and shuffling outside in between gunshots. Alison wondered whether she was making a mistake by remaining in one place, making her an easy target. At that point she was indecisive, and couldn't help but doubt herself. However, instead of dwelling on it, Alison quietly walked over to the door. She listened in on the chaos outside as it slowly dissipated. The gunmen were moving on, or so it seemed. There were footsteps right on the other side of the door, and she distanced herself a bit in an attempt to get away from danger. Her instincts proved to be right when the door was suddenly kicked in and Alison found herself facing one of the killers. "Get out, now." His accent was heavy, though one could still understand him. She took a step back, expecting to meet the same terrible fate that had happened to all those people a few moments ago. "Are you deaf? I said now!" Shaken up, the young woman hesitated for a moment before doing as told. "You have access to patients' files, yes?" "Um...yeah," she nodded, not sure what she was in for. "Good, let's go." They were both out in the hall and the man grabbed her arm, not being the least bit gentle. He dragged her along in the direction of the nurses' station, the same one she was heading to before the killing started. She didn't make it obvious, but she glanced over at the man and saw that he was tactically dressed, as if he were part of the army or something. Maybe he was special forces, or maybe he was a terrorist doing a good job of looking the part. Either way, she wasn't planning an escape, not when she could be shot dead within a second or two. Alison had noticed how he kept his other hand on the trigger of his rifle and she was not willing to test his speed. "I'm going to give you a name, and in return, you're going to give me everything you have on this person, do you understand?" Alison nodded once more, wondering why a single person's medical file warranted such violence.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryanna Piper Tailor Ryan Tailor \| ♀ \| 29"'Tis the damn season." Nickname(s): Ry, Ryan, Annie Age: 29 DoB: September 13 Species: Human, teleported Hometown: NY, New York Description: Like a big city girl boss in a Hallmark Christmas special, Ryan's working her dream job-- designing and handmaking her own clothes. The winter season gives her a wonderful opportunity to expand her client base--hard work has more results and she relies on it for a big boost to her bank account. Now, suddenly, she's transported to a mysterious town with none of her tech or even her wallet. Beyond her sudden predicament, Ryan is of course fashionable and focuses on elegance and simplicity. Ryan likes to design one-of-a-kind formalwear that's been featured on a famous face or two at red carpet events. Likes:* Fashion, of course: following it, writing about it, making it * Reds and pinks--a daring combination but her favorite to wear * Reading, journaling Dislikes* Winter--the fashion is lovely but she is a freeze baby. * Instagram :( She's so successful but how come she only has a hundred-some followers * Crowds of people. She prefers intimacy</s> <\|message\|>Lemmas Town Crier ❄ Gender/Pronouns: Any but "it" ❄ Age: 3 years ❄ Species: Ice Golem Old Snowbeard Location: Lemmas Peak, Inn Interacting With:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd Sequestered high in the European Alps was a small town called Lemmas Peak. The reason for Lemmas Peak's extreme location was simple; it was an attempt to deter travelers. This was due to the fact that the town was created as a sanctuary for magical and supernatural entities, some of whom had nowhere else to go. Five years ago, a traveler had arrived in town, an old man with snow in his beard. He had enjoyed his time there and decided that the next time he needed a break from the miseries and sorrows of the world, that he would return to that warm little town. Then, just the night before, Old Snowbeard returned. A snowstorm had blown in when Old Snowbeard arrived. It was late, long after the residents had went to bed, most of them, anyway. Despite the harsh conditions, Snowbeard walked the streets as if he didn't notice, assisted only by his large, wooden stave, healthy green vines growing out the top of it. He took only a moment to blow the smallest of flames into his cupped hands before proceeding to the local Inn. Exhausted and blurry-eyed, Snowbeard had politely but quickly paid for a room and slept, not bothering to do more than remove his boots, gloves, and outermost robe. The next morning, about an hour before sunrise, Snowbeard dressed and descended the stairs from his room to the Inn's lobby. He had intended to introduce himself to his host properly, but it seemed they were not up yet. Shrugging, Snowbeard simply exited the inn. Now that the storm had passed, he was interested in investigating the town; what was the same, what changed, who lived here now. Even with the weather being fairly clear now, it was still quite cold, and Snowbeard considered letting himself into the kitchen to find something warm to drink. Before he could decide, however, every animal in the area turned it's attention towards the center of town, and Snowbeard did the same. For a moment the town stood still, only for four individuals to suddenly appear in front of him. There was gust of wind as the air that had previously been occupying that space was suddenly forced out of the way, seeming to scatter the animals with it. The mystery party consisted of two women of similar age; one with blonde hair, the other with, unless Snowbeard was still snow-blind, blue hair. There was also a man in the same age-range wearing an elegant brown suit. Neither the woman with the blonde hair nor the man seemed properly dressed for this kind of weather, and the blue-haired woman seemed to be dressed correctly by complete coincidence. The fourth member was the strangest by far. He was taller than the others, with dark skin and long black hair. What was much more striking, however, was the skull of a saber-toothed creature that he wore as a helmet, the heavy pelt he wore for warmth, and the tattered black robe beneath it. This man barely looked human, and something deep inside Snowbeard told him it wasn't. For a moment, Snowbeard and the creature locked eyes, and Snowbeard saw it's eyes were golden with slit pupils, like a predators. Then it broke eye contact, choosing to instead look around at it's new environment, bewilderment quickly fading to curiosity. Old Snowbeard started towards the group. He would give the creature the same benefit of doubt that he'd extend to the rest of these surprised, confused people. "Well..." he said loudly, trying to add an element of cheer to his voice. "Welcome to Lemmas Peak! I'm sure you all have questions, and to be perfectly honest, so do I. But if we don't get you out of the cold, questions will be the least of your problems. Come on, there's a fire going in the inn, or soon will be." And with that, Snowbeard attempted to lead the confused strangers to the Inn, where they could warm up and, hopefully, provide some insight into what exactly was happening.</s> <\|message\|>Sabor Sabor Location: Lemmas Interacting with:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd "We're gonna be rich..." Brody uttered in awe. "We're gonna be famous!" Stacy shouted, stars in her eyes. "This could well be the greatest historical find of our generation!" Persephone mused with wonder. "I don't know, Sephi, I got a bad feeling about this..." Randy complained. The hikers had been investigating rumors of a yeti kidnapping tourists at the South Pole, but what they couldn't have prepared for what they found. Embedded in the snow had been a three foot by three foot cube made of silver and lapis lazuli, intricate symbols and designs engraved into every surface. It took them most of the day to uncover it, partially due to Randy not helping since he was the one who twisted his ankle tripping on it. They decided to set up camp right there in order to study it thoroughly. It was late evening when Persephone finally discovered the locking mechanism on the outside of it. After an hour or so, she had managed to unlock it. An aperture opened on one of the cube's sides, and Persephone leaned her head in for a better look. The cube was furnished on the inside, with the floor being covered in an incredibly plush fabric, the walls and cieling being draped in cloth. The interior had the look and feel of a lavish bed chamber, except the bed was the chamber. Even more bizarrely, while the cube itself was exactly three foot by three foot, there was easily five square feet worth of space on the inside! Persephone stuck her head back out and shouted "Come here, you guys, you gotta see this!" before eagerly peering inside again. She could hear her friends approaching when she spotted it. In the center of the cube, sunken into the otherwise pristine fabric, was a shriveled, mummified corpse. It's body was wrapped in loose, colorless threads that once looked to be some kind of garment. On it's head was the fossilized skull of a sabre-toothed tiger. Persephone slowly reached forward, gingerly attempting to retrieve the mummy without damaging it at all. As Brody approached the strange cube, Persephone suddenly let out blood freezing shriek as she began to pull herself out of the cube, only to dive back in. Brody ran over to the opening and looked inside. The last thing he saw was a pair of golden eyes just behind Persephone's bloody corpse. The mummified corpse launched itself out of the cube and tore into Brody. Stacy screamed in terror, unable to do anything else, while Randy fled as fast as he could. As he sprinted across the snow, he heard Stacy's screams cut short. He continued sprinting at full speed. If he could just get back to the van! It had a full tank! It had snow tires! It had a friggin' radio!!! If he could just make it- but he didn't make it. The corpse tackled him to the ground, sinking it's own sabre-toothed fangs into Randy's thin neck. Twenty minutes later, the hiker's bodies remained, but all trace of their blood was gone. Revitalized, Sabor slowly made his way back to the mysterious cube he had emerged from. His memories were fractured, as they always were after sleeping for centuries. This cube... He thought. It's not mine... why was I in it... that's right... that wizard... he and I had been traveling. After a very brief investigation, Sabor concluded that the wizard must have gotten them trapped in a blizzard where he died. Which means that the wizard school's fancy magic cube is all mine. Sabor thought, the edge of his lip lifting into a poor attempt at a smile. Sabor climbed atop the cube and sat down, cross legged. The cube instantly began to respond to his will, turning fifty-two degrees north and, lifting a foot off the ground, began hovering in that direction. Sabor road his unusual mount into the night, taking hours to reach the nearest human settlement. Or, at least, that had been the plan. After only a few short minutes, the scenery changed. He was suddenly surrounded by humans dressed in strange garb. One was dressed similar to the fools who had woken him, the other two were not dressed for the cold at all. Suddenly, Sabor sensed something; a powerful entity. He turned his attention to it and found himself locking eyes with a tall, old man. The man looked ancient, and Sabor could sense he was. Only a fraction of my age, but that in itself is an achievement. In the old man's eyes he could read distrust, as well as the merest veil of threat. Sabor simply looked away, uninterested in the stranger's accusatory gaze. As he began examining his surroundings, Sabor came to realize he and the old man were not the only unnatural entities in the vicinity. "Interesting..." he muttered. The stranger approached the crowd offering warmth and food. The last time Sabor had accepted such offers from a robed figure, it had sealed his destiny. And now... he would do it again. Sabor rode his magical cube up to the Inn itself before "parking" it outside and following the group in.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryanna Piper Tailor Ryan"I needed this," Ryan sighed, the wine coaxing her to give in and drop her elbow on the table. She took another sip as a newly engaged couple eyed her from their seat and exchanged glances. Who would slouch like that in such a high end restaurant? The young woman across from her didn't mind. Piper laughed at her sister and finished the water she had. "It was your idea," she said as a waiter cleared his throat to give them the check. Piper smiled apologetically and took it from him as Ryan managed to sit up and make a face at him. "Aaand your treat?" Now Ryan laughed and reached to take the paper. "Duh." In return for his contempt, Ryan didn't add a tip to the automatic 18% gratuity--not that she had any qualms about the price. The restaurant was her choice, after all--a reward to herself for finishing a particularly difficult commissioned piece for a winter wedding. She had ranted to Piper moments before, demanding the reasons for a winter wedding: people already had the holidays to worry about and now a wedding? It's too cold. Way too much white if you go with a snowy theme. Not to mention the last minute demand for a dress. Ryan sighed again, handing her card and check to the waiter. As he walked away to charge her card, Ryan finished her wine. "I'll run to the ladies room, then we can go," she said to Piper, who nodded and took the alone time to pull out her phone. --- Moments later, Ryan finished washing her hands and took a moment to look in the mirror. She adjusted her red dress: it fell just above her knees and boots and stockings kept the rest of her legs warm in the New York winter. It sat loosely and comfortably on her, but didn't hide her slim figure. She smiled, running her hand over the wide neckline and turned to admire how it matched the red bow tied in the back of her hair. Satisfied, she shrugged at herself in the mirror and turned on her heel to step out of the ladies' room... ...and into snow. Ryan blinked at the whiteness around her. Her hands rose and she hugged herself tightly against the sudden cold. "Huh?" She looked around at those around her: an old man who looked like something out of a fantasy show, a woman with the fashion choices of a teenager, a well dressed man, and...a cosplayer? With an ice cube? Ryan was stunned to silence, her brown eyes lingering on him the longest before looking back to the old man. She wasn't properly listening to most of it, but did catch an opportunity to get out of the cold that bit at her legs and arms. Dozens of questions were bubbling up in her mind, but Ryan still managed to bite her tongue for now. She just wanted to be warm and stepped to follow him. She hoped the others would do the same.</s>
<\|description\|>Sorcha She Sings To Me Song Of The Sea Peaceful Or Quiet Searching Fiercely ____________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ (sor-sha) Reid Sorie A G E ____________________________________________________________________ 25 Dec 21, 1995 O R I E N T A T I O N ____________________________________________________________________ Bisexual G E N D E R ____________________________________________________________________ Female S P E C I E S ____________________________________________________________________ Selkie Witch mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin. they often wear their seal skin as clothing while in human form. H O M E T O W N ____________________________________________________________________ Gardenstown, Scotland B I O ____________________________________________________________________ L I K E S * The sea. * Fish. * Storms. * The Moon. * Iced Coffee. * Lakes. And Fish. \| D I S L I K E S * Poachers. * Hot Weather. * Violence. * Whales. * Big Cities. * Liars. \| O T H E R ____________________________________________________________________ Sorcha;s travels have been mostly be funded by one of the witches back in her home town. An old lady called Ailaa, who Sorcha befriended when she was a teenager. The woman considers Sorcha her adopted daughter and has been planning to leave all she owns to the young woman.</s> <\|message\|>Sabor Sabor Location: Lemmas Interacting with:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd "We're gonna be rich..." Brody uttered in awe. "We're gonna be famous!" Stacy shouted, stars in her eyes. "This could well be the greatest historical find of our generation!" Persephone mused with wonder. "I don't know, Sephi, I got a bad feeling about this..." Randy complained. The hikers had been investigating rumors of a yeti kidnapping tourists at the South Pole, but what they couldn't have prepared for what they found. Embedded in the snow had been a three foot by three foot cube made of silver and lapis lazuli, intricate symbols and designs engraved into every surface. It took them most of the day to uncover it, partially due to Randy not helping since he was the one who twisted his ankle tripping on it. They decided to set up camp right there in order to study it thoroughly. It was late evening when Persephone finally discovered the locking mechanism on the outside of it. After an hour or so, she had managed to unlock it. An aperture opened on one of the cube's sides, and Persephone leaned her head in for a better look. The cube was furnished on the inside, with the floor being covered in an incredibly plush fabric, the walls and cieling being draped in cloth. The interior had the look and feel of a lavish bed chamber, except the bed was the chamber. Even more bizarrely, while the cube itself was exactly three foot by three foot, there was easily five square feet worth of space on the inside! Persephone stuck her head back out and shouted "Come here, you guys, you gotta see this!" before eagerly peering inside again. She could hear her friends approaching when she spotted it. In the center of the cube, sunken into the otherwise pristine fabric, was a shriveled, mummified corpse. It's body was wrapped in loose, colorless threads that once looked to be some kind of garment. On it's head was the fossilized skull of a sabre-toothed tiger. Persephone slowly reached forward, gingerly attempting to retrieve the mummy without damaging it at all. As Brody approached the strange cube, Persephone suddenly let out blood freezing shriek as she began to pull herself out of the cube, only to dive back in. Brody ran over to the opening and looked inside. The last thing he saw was a pair of golden eyes just behind Persephone's bloody corpse. The mummified corpse launched itself out of the cube and tore into Brody. Stacy screamed in terror, unable to do anything else, while Randy fled as fast as he could. As he sprinted across the snow, he heard Stacy's screams cut short. He continued sprinting at full speed. If he could just get back to the van! It had a full tank! It had snow tires! It had a friggin' radio!!! If he could just make it- but he didn't make it. The corpse tackled him to the ground, sinking it's own sabre-toothed fangs into Randy's thin neck. Twenty minutes later, the hiker's bodies remained, but all trace of their blood was gone. Revitalized, Sabor slowly made his way back to the mysterious cube he had emerged from. His memories were fractured, as they always were after sleeping for centuries. This cube... He thought. It's not mine... why was I in it... that's right... that wizard... he and I had been traveling. After a very brief investigation, Sabor concluded that the wizard must have gotten them trapped in a blizzard where he died. Which means that the wizard school's fancy magic cube is all mine. Sabor thought, the edge of his lip lifting into a poor attempt at a smile. Sabor climbed atop the cube and sat down, cross legged. The cube instantly began to respond to his will, turning fifty-two degrees north and, lifting a foot off the ground, began hovering in that direction. Sabor road his unusual mount into the night, taking hours to reach the nearest human settlement. Or, at least, that had been the plan. After only a few short minutes, the scenery changed. He was suddenly surrounded by humans dressed in strange garb. One was dressed similar to the fools who had woken him, the other two were not dressed for the cold at all. Suddenly, Sabor sensed something; a powerful entity. He turned his attention to it and found himself locking eyes with a tall, old man. The man looked ancient, and Sabor could sense he was. Only a fraction of my age, but that in itself is an achievement. In the old man's eyes he could read distrust, as well as the merest veil of threat. Sabor simply looked away, uninterested in the stranger's accusatory gaze. As he began examining his surroundings, Sabor came to realize he and the old man were not the only unnatural entities in the vicinity. "Interesting..." he muttered. The stranger approached the crowd offering warmth and food. The last time Sabor had accepted such offers from a robed figure, it had sealed his destiny. And now... he would do it again. Sabor rode his magical cube up to the Inn itself before "parking" it outside and following the group in.</s> <\|message\|>Ryanna Piper Tailor Ryan"I needed this," Ryan sighed, the wine coaxing her to give in and drop her elbow on the table. She took another sip as a newly engaged couple eyed her from their seat and exchanged glances. Who would slouch like that in such a high end restaurant? The young woman across from her didn't mind. Piper laughed at her sister and finished the water she had. "It was your idea," she said as a waiter cleared his throat to give them the check. Piper smiled apologetically and took it from him as Ryan managed to sit up and make a face at him. "Aaand your treat?" Now Ryan laughed and reached to take the paper. "Duh." In return for his contempt, Ryan didn't add a tip to the automatic 18% gratuity--not that she had any qualms about the price. The restaurant was her choice, after all--a reward to herself for finishing a particularly difficult commissioned piece for a winter wedding. She had ranted to Piper moments before, demanding the reasons for a winter wedding: people already had the holidays to worry about and now a wedding? It's too cold. Way too much white if you go with a snowy theme. Not to mention the last minute demand for a dress. Ryan sighed again, handing her card and check to the waiter. As he walked away to charge her card, Ryan finished her wine. "I'll run to the ladies room, then we can go," she said to Piper, who nodded and took the alone time to pull out her phone. --- Moments later, Ryan finished washing her hands and took a moment to look in the mirror. She adjusted her red dress: it fell just above her knees and boots and stockings kept the rest of her legs warm in the New York winter. It sat loosely and comfortably on her, but didn't hide her slim figure. She smiled, running her hand over the wide neckline and turned to admire how it matched the red bow tied in the back of her hair. Satisfied, she shrugged at herself in the mirror and turned on her heel to step out of the ladies' room... ...and into snow. Ryan blinked at the whiteness around her. Her hands rose and she hugged herself tightly against the sudden cold. "Huh?" She looked around at those around her: an old man who looked like something out of a fantasy show, a woman with the fashion choices of a teenager, a well dressed man, and...a cosplayer? With an ice cube? Ryan was stunned to silence, her brown eyes lingering on him the longest before looking back to the old man. She wasn't properly listening to most of it, but did catch an opportunity to get out of the cold that bit at her legs and arms. Dozens of questions were bubbling up in her mind, but Ryan still managed to bite her tongue for now. She just wanted to be warm and stepped to follow him. She hoped the others would do the same.</s>	<\|message\|>Sorcha Sorcha had gone a day without stop. She had been driving through the snowy roads of the Switzerland countryside. Her eyes felt heavy with sleep and her stomach twisted with hunger. The snacks she had picked up at the last gas station had only lasted her for a few hours and had done a very poor job in keeping her full. Sorcha was close; she could feel it in her chest. If she powered through another sleepless night, she would be able to finally catch up to the bastard that stole her skin. The thought of him made Sorcha grip the steering wheel of her car and glare at the road ahead. How could she have been so stupid? Trust someone enough to tell them her most tressured secret only of it to stab her in the back. Sorcha should have listened to her family, trusted them and not that man. Cold. She felt cold and tired. Sorcha craved a hot chocolate, like the one the old witch made for her during harsh winters. Maybe Sorcha could stop by the nearest town. Just for a few hours to rest up and eat a decent meal for once. She glanced to the side where her phone was perched up and began to search for a town or a rest stop, or anything. Nothing. Sorcha found nothing within a reasonable distance from her. She wasn't going to risk it and go back to the town she had just left. She would have to power through the hunger and sleepiness for tonight as well. With a loud yawn, Sorcha continued to drive towards the direction of the hex. She drove past snow-covered trees, one after the other. They seemed to lull her, making her forget the reason why she was even driving. Forget that man and her missing skin. It was almost relaxing to the point of sleep. Her eyes had become heavy, so heavy that Sorcha closed for a second or for what felt a second before she realized she was still driving. With a jerk, Sorcha opened her eyes to the sound of metal hitting wood. It doesn't a bad crash, but her car was definitively in a ditch at the side of the road. Great. Just great. With some force, Sorcha pushed her door opened and climbed out of the car to examine the damage. In no way was she going to be able to back up from this place. "Just what I needed. Good job on falling asleep, idiot." Sorcha groaned as she got her phone from the car to dial 112. Nothing. No ring, no signal, nothing. Another great was heard from Sorcha as she climbed up the dirt and snow towards the road. She stood there for a minute, just staring down the road where she was supposed to be heading. Great. Fucking great. He was getting away, and she was stuck here. The hunger and the exhaustion mixed with frustration was only making her head pound with a massive headache. Sorcha was never great at expressing her frustration outwards. Most of her emotions overwhelmed her until she cried, and right now was one of those moments. After a few seconds, she wiped her cheeks cleaned and turned back to her car but a warm light caught the corner of her eyes. Lights! Sorcha turned towards the source of the light and squinted her eyes as if it would help her see better. Those were definitely lights! Sorcha ran to her car, grabbed her backpack and phone charger before she hurried past the tree line towards the lights. It was a house decorated in Christmas lights followed by another house, then another. She continued to walk until she was standing in the middle of what seemed to be the center of this town. "What the fuuu..." Sorcha had been sure she hadn't seen any towns nearby the last time she had checked the map. It didn't matter though, the feeling in her chest, the little tug returned to her for just a second. He was here.</s>
<\|description\|>Scott Royal Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 6ft Weight: 180lbs Sexual Orientation: Hetero Religion: Atheist Occupation: Telekinetic For Hire and Social Media Influencer Ability: Telekinesis Background: Scott was broke and unemployed when he vanished on the day of the incident, only to come back with a splitting headache and still not have a job or money. Odd jobs and handy work here and there had kept him afloat, but debt collectors and loan sharks were closing in on him. During a run in with a loan shark, Scott discovered his ability when he stopped the loan shark from reaching towards him. It was enough to make the guy flee. It was also enough to make some money once he figured what he could do. He was sure he had telekinesis based on what he already knew about superpowers, his research, and practice. Between Heroes and Chronicle, Scott had some good references to go off of. Within a week, Scott was posting videos of his abilities, being one of the first of the Fractured to expose their abilities to the world. At the start he was considered another David Blaine or Criss Angel, but then he started to move onto recording live streams from his phone of feats and deeds performed by way of his powers. From saving cats from trees to pretending to be a mime on the street. He still does odd jobs, except now they pay more and are lot more interesting thanks to the incident. #Fractured! Name: Marcus Henderson Age: 22 Gender: Male Height: 6'2 Weight: 200lbs Ethnicity: Black Sexual Orientation: Religion: Agnostic Occupation: Security Guard Ability: Molecular Fusion/Mimicry Background: Grew up in the system, in foster care due to his single mother being a drug addict. With not many good male role models, Marcus turned to the not so decent ones. This led him to committing petty crime at a young age, he never finished high school and was instead arrested for theft. It was the first time hos actions had serious consequences. It didn't entirely scare him straight, but he earned his GED and pursued a job with a small and local security firm. He often helped move drugs which allowed him to befriend Jason Koravil along the way. When the incident occured, Marcus didn't seem to care much about the details of the whole thing. He was a simple guy trying to make a living, but now he jad powers. They weird as fuck in his opinion, but he felt like a living weapon with this kind of power.</s> <\|message\|>Alena Hunter It was rather easy getting into the CCN Center, and that's made her Alena smirk a little. Some of the cops she had killed, were annoying anyway. They were always so quick to draw their guns and now a few cops were dead because of her. Alena's posture changed as she appeared in front of Erica, considering this was a safe environment for now due to Alena's powers, she would be able to talk to Erica freely and she'd grin lightly before nodding slightly. Of course she would say that, but then again, she called herself a god, didn't she? "I'm calling you, Magpie because you always like shiny things. You take what doesn't belong to you. So do I, that's why I killed about. Let me count.... way above thirteen cops outside. I believe you and I can do great things. We could rule the world. I'm Alena, by the wya." Alena stated as she looked towards Erica and would stand up before approaching her and extending her hand, offering a handshake as she smiled lightly. Alena would then close her eyes for a moment and then looked back, she could hear the cops converging on their position and she would let go of Erica's hand before turning around and manifesting two electrical spheres in both of her hands and then laughed lightly. "Are you ready to light these cops up?" @Chulance</s> <\|message\|>Ivy Alexandra Smoth Ivy --- In Ivy's office three screens were on with the news, National news, local news, and state new were being fed to the screens. The computer monitor to the left of her desk brought data in from the departments under her control. Right now the State Police feeds were a buzz with activity about the attack at the CNN towers. The reports were more about the forces being pulled to deal with the terrorist attack. Ivy knew a couple of the journalists that were attacked and her heart went out to them. Her secretary and the man behind her power, her chief-of-staff entered the room. He said to her, "We need you in the press breifing room now." Ivy quickly fixed her makeup and pulled her jacket on. She still looked like the fresh young twenty something blond reported that was going to change the world by her work. She had exposed corruption in both state parties and took down a federal judge. The work was hard but she had a nose to dig into minute details critical to getting to the truth. But now she was a mother of two children and a wife to a doctor. Her chief of staff had talked her into politics. Like many southern democrats she was financially conservative and a social moderate. The reporter in her was trained to deal with facts, though reporting became more about entertainment. The truth right now was to get on the television and calm down Georgia and the nation. The President had four months of the best researchers and scientist at his disposal to deal with this stuff. Even a few of the gifted or enhanced scientists had tried to advise the president. Now the registration bill was more about military spending, pork for his buddies, and power play to put the democratic face on these "Empowered" human criminals. Ivy walked down the hall as her chief of staff briefed her. Four large State Troopers took position as body guards. The State Police expected a state of emergency power declaration. After a brief introduction, Ivy stepped out to the podium. She had her serious game face on. "Ladies and gentleman, Georgians, Americans, and citizens of the world. For the last four months the leadership in Washington has failed you," she said the accent clearly Georgian though she did not draw the you out. "Today we see what their failure of leadership has brought. Citizens of Georgia killed because of the arrogance, game playing, and power grabs of a few people in high office. US House Bill 236, sponsored by the President and his party, does not get us where we need to go. There is more spending for special projects, benefits for the friends of the President, and it takes away your civil rights. It is 5126 pages of items that have nothing to do with the problem at hand. What we need are laws that makes sense...." she paused for a moment working the camera and the emotions of those in the room. [color=#8df542]"As the Governer of Georgia I am authorizing the agencies in my administration to start preparing for registering those with powers and to determine what type of powers. I am not going to the point of allowing them to use excessive force on all those with powers or to jail them. We are still a state and a country that follows the law and gives people due process. But we need to know who and what we are dealing with. I am also calling the Georgia House and Senate back into session to bring me a bill that would allow for the registration and funding to carry it out, support the victims, and incarcerate and rehabilitate those who misuse their powers," [\color] she said in a tone that meant that she meant business. Her chief of staff was a man who knew this would play well and take the wind out of the President's sail and put him on the defensive. "As a mother that's son was killed by an enhanced person, I know the pain and fear they can cause. I know that there are both good and bad enhanced people. Like a child learning to drive, some of learning to control them and need help. I have heard reports of enhanced people, saving children from flood waters and fires. Not all of the enhanced are bad people. But like all of the other things we register, we need to have them register their abilities. I also call for the enhanced to help us police and protect the citizens of this great state and nation. Don't start acting as vigilantes and taking the law into your own hands." She said with a maternal plea and tone. There were a few questions that were directed to the podium about details. Her chief of staff fielded them with the normal, we are still waiting for information and more will be provided when the administration had it. Towards the end of the press conference, Ivy was getting ready to make her good-byes. A reporter called out, "Governor Ivy, Are you planning to run for president?" Ivy blushed a genuine blush. "I do declare! The thought hasn't even crossed my mind. I've only been Governor for a short period of time and right now," she said then paused for effect. "My focus is on keeping the good people of Georgia safe. That is why we need to pass a simpler Empowered Registration Bill, it is sad to see that this President and congress are making this a partisan issue. Putting politics in front of children like my Tyler and allowing the empowered criminals to be above the law like some others think they are." She let that hang, letting people associate it with whoever they felt fit that bit. "Let me be clear, there are good honest Empowered people and I want to protect their rights too," Ivy said. Again the voice called out. "Are you going to run?" She waved. Running for the presidency she knew that would take a lot of money. She have yet to have a big political machines to help her. Over her years as a report she had made both republicans and democrats mad at her. There would need to be a ground swell of support.</s> <\|message\|>Corvus Helstrom; nicknamed Corvie Corvus Helstrom and Matthias Helstrom It has been four months since Corvie and Matthias had come back from the dead, reforming from the dust that had been left to gather in the abandoned Helstrom household. Their disappearance had caused great heartbreak for their mother, father, and sister; in their grieving and utter despair in the wake of their terrible loss, what remained of the Helstrom family had moved away to Atlanta, Georgia, where they had made a new life and home for themselves. Their old home was sold to a newly wed couple from Augusta, who expressed their deepest condolences to the Helstroms as the latter left Maine entirely in an effort to keep the pain that they had felt in the day of the brothers' disappearance from resurging again and again. Mariah, Matthias' widow, had returned to Ontario, Canada, believing that her beloved was gone forever and ever from the face of the Earth. But they returned. Those that had been turned to dust during the Event had all returned, and in their comeback, some had manifested powers that are beyond the ken of human science to ever explain and know. Corvus and Matthias were among those that had returned to the world of the living, and in their return, the younger brother manifested the power of an unearthly form of fire; a blueish green flame that would not burn unless if Corvus willed it so. Matthias was given the power of ice and cold by whatever unknown source these powers had come from. And now, well, they had reunited with their family in Atlanta, bringing great joy and relief as they had been thought to be long dead. Their newfound abilities were no secret to the rest of the Helstroms, either, and it was clear that nothing will ever be the same. --- Atlanta, Georgia The Morning "Matt." Corvie called out as he mixed his morning coffee on the dining table. It was six am; the other Helstroms were still asleep, tired from the birthday party for Corvie that they had thrown last night. It was a miracle, their mother said. Mariah had even flown in from Canada when she heard that Matthias and Corvus were still alive and... well, let's just say that they can't get back together now that she had found someone else... which was quite sad, really. Matthias got up from the sofa and walked towards Corvie and his morning coffee, giving him a very snuggly hug from behind before sniffing the aroma wafting from the coffee. "Hi little bro. You're awake so soon?" "I just woke up." Corvus confided, sipping from the cup while putting a hand a piece of paper that he had been scribbling on for a few minutes now. "It's just that... everything is so different." That last phrase came along with him conjuring a ball of fire on his hand, looking at it very intently. "Your... wife, I mean, ex-wife... you two can't get together any more, and our house got sold..." There was a whimper, and a tear dripped on the table. "It's unfair. We got this powers but the things that really matter are unrecognizable. People look at us as though they see a ghost." "Oh, dear." Matthias sat on a chair and wrapped his brother around his arms, comforting him. "Everything is really weird ever since we got back, but we'll get through this. Give it time." --- Atlanta, Georgia Somewhere near the CNN Towers Now "Oh my God." Corvus looked up at the CNN towers, watching as the events in live television unfolded. He had been walking back from school when the horrid news came in; an Empowered mass murderer had broken into the CNN towers, killing dozens of people in the process. He was right there, in front of the towers. Now... the time for decision has come. Why does he have these powers if he can't do anything useful with them, anyway? All he could do was watch as the police converged in the entrance. And then, a rather familiar hand took hold of his arm. Corvie looked up to see his brother Matthias, who looked a little worried. "Hey, what are you still doing here?", Matthias asked. "Don't tell me you're gonna go in there!" "I'm not! The police will block me even if I wanted to, anyway." Corvie sighed rather dejectedly. "We should help... why have powers if we can't use them to help people..."</s>	<\|message\|>Scott Royal Scott Honolulu, Hawaii Interacting With: --- --- Hours after the beach ball incident. Scott was vibing to some opera music playing through a single airpod as he levitated a large statue of a happy nuclear family into the newly reconstructed city square that he had aided in building for months. "Niiiice…" He said with a smile, but not at the statue, but at his phone screen that floated in front of him while he used both hands to guide the statue in place with his power. "Superboy Rhymes, thanks for that epic super chat! Unlimited powah! If only I could shoot lightning too! Aaaaaaand there! Look at that!" Scott had set the statue down. Moments later after ensuring he was paid for his work, Scott crouched down dramatically as his phone orbited around him before he took off into the air, flying to his next destination. "That's always epic!" He shouted to his audience. "I think it's about time King Scott did a world tour! Maybe I'll actually get a cool villain somewhere on the mainland."</s>
<\|description\|>Faye Collins Age: 20 Bio: TBR Starter Pokémon: N/A Job: Pokémon Trainer and Pokémon Healer Other: unknown</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins Eski use her tails to cover her, Faye, and Espwon ears as they did not to fall asleep. They still have to help the other cage Pokémon. Eski glares at the Ferrow to make sure the guy with the cage escape. Faye is ready for a fight if it comes down to it as Eski is ready for a fight too.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC @Vampiretwilight@Alisdragon911 Nothing got past a watchful sky-high hunter like Fearow. As soon as the Kabuto cage moved, it inhaled a big breath to caw out a warning. But then the breath turned into a yawn, and soon Fearow was on the ground, succumbing to the lullaby. Sableye rolled her eyes at her lazy teammate. She was too clever to lose to a move like that. Ringmaster Barley also stayed strong. "Take out the Ninetales with Power Gem," Barley commanded. Sableye grinned as a vortex of jewels swirled around her. The strong rock-type attack streamed toward Eski. Barley then turned to Fearow and tried to scream it awake. "Wake up, you birdbrain! You're better than this!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911 Sarah narrowed her eyes. "ok jig-jig, that's enough. Don't worry, we will get them." She had jigglypuff return to his pokeball. Then, she had one of her other pokemon come out. "Alakazam! You're turn!" Alakazam popped out of his pokeball. He stared at the other trio with rather angry eyes. "Get ready!"</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Ice Beam," Faye said streaming a strong ice attack against Power Gem. "Will. O Wisp," Faye said as her Ninetailes summons blue flames and send them at the Sableya. Faye has a feeling to switch Eski for another Pokémon as Espeon tries to break open another cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The Ninetales' attack scorched Sableye's leg. She hissed and hobbled a bit - that burn would weaken some of her ability to hit hard. But there was plenty of fight left in her. Barley furrowed his brow, focused in thought. Then a plan came to him when Sarah sent out an Alakazam. He smirked and recalled the sleeping Fearow. A Scrafty took its place. The ruffian Pokemon took a few seconds to observe the battlefield. "Sableye, Mean Look on Alakazam!" Sableye sent a spine-chilling glare Alakazam's way. The move would prevent Alakazam from switching out or running away... quite a useful move in Barley's arsenal. The cages were specially designed to hold Pokemon, and thus held strong even against Pokemon attacks. Espeon made a few scrapes in the glass, but it would take much more power or time to break open a cage.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911@Blackmist16 Alakazam blinked. He glared. Sarah frowned and looked mad. "Well....since you want to pull that......" She granted Gengar permission to enter the fray, but only him. "Gengar, keep an eye on them. If they pull any dirty tricks....well.....you know what to do." Gengar narrowed his eyes and nodded. They both looked at Barley after that.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty On the Run: Alan nearly droped the glass cage as he ran out the exit because of the lullaby but Pip swatted his trainer on the ankle, snapping him out of the lull of sleepiness. So they ran until they reached the road exiting the city but stopped to catch their breath in a nearby alleyway. Alan was keeled over panting while Pip peeked out the alleyway to see if they were being followed. Once a second passed and no sign of the ringmaster or his pokémon could be spotted Pip went over to Alan and tapped the glass getting the Kabuto's attention, then gave it a friendly wave. Alan had set the cage down and sat on an old milk crate to catch his breath as Pip tried communicating with the Kabuto. Pip tapped the glass and made a hitting motion indicating for the other pokémon to try to break the glass.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins The wild Espeon was disappointed from only making a few scratches on the cage but it caught the attention of the Pokémon inside the cage to hit the glass hard. Faye could tell this was her chance, "Will o Wisp." Faye said as Eskisummons more blue flames and streamed it at a cage. Espeon jumps out of the way as the Espeon use Psychic on the same cage. Faye hopes it damage the cage and not harm the Pokémon that was inside the cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC "H-HEY, you can't do that!" Ringmaster Barley stammered as Sarah brought another Pokemon into the fight. "There are rules to these things, you know." Barley began to sweat as he glanced around all the commotion. This was getting out of hand. But his team was strong, and perhaps he could get out of this situation with some of his pride. "Sableye, guard the cage," Barley ordered. "Power Gem again. Scrafty, Crunch on Gengar." The ghost shifted into the shadows, reappearing on top of the damaged cage. Another beam of gems zoomed toward Eski. Meanwhile, the Scrafty defiantly faced down Gengar and Alakazam. He lunged toward Gengar with chomping jaws for the dark-type Crunch. The Arctozolt's cage had some more dents in it now, though not nearly enough to free the Pokemon. In fact, for the most part, Espeon's attack only managed to flip the cage upside-down. This jarred the Arctozolt inside, sending it into a wild fearful frenzy. The fossil Pokemon seemed to be a little damaged from the Psychic, as well, though less damage than a direct hit would cause. The cage's upside-down position also allowed the rescuing Pokemon to notice a possible way to open the cage from the bottom, but Sableye covered it with her foot before they could see any further detail. A few streets away, Trillo huddled in his shell, overwhelmed with confusion. Was he being stolen, or rescued, or some other possibility he couldn't imagine? The fluffy Pokemon didn't look like a predator, though, so that was a little relieving. After a minute of coaxing, Trillo started to tap on the glass along with Pip. Then he shot forward with an Aqua Jet. The forceful move made a hairline crack in the cage, and a drop of water dripped out every few seconds. It also dazed the Kabuto to slam into something so hard, and he needed a minute to reorient himself. When Alan recovered, he would be able to notice something new with the cage in its side-lying position. On the bottom of the cage was a thick, sturdy lock with a keyhole.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Ciao!" Pip excitedly hopped getting Alan's attention, he noticed the crack and the lock then crossed his arms and knelt to inspect the glass cage closer. "We could either r-risk going back," Alan muttered but the notion didn't sit well in his mind "O-or break the cage but then what Pip?" Alan sighed as Pip tilted his head listening to his trainer. "Ciaao?" Pip sighed then bumped the cage lightly to see if the crack would get bigger and Alan looked closely at the lock. "We could try to br-break the lock," Alan mused as he examined the latch the lock was attached to and Pip just stayed quiet as he tried to make the Kabuto feel less scared by showing he was friendly. Pip hopped around swept up debris with his tail, tapped the glass to play a rudimentary tune so the Kabuto wouldn't feel threatened by Pip. This took place while Alan deliberated about breaking the lock.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Sarah gasped. Gengar dodged. "That was a dirty trick! Gengar was only keeping an eye on things!" Gengar tried to throw a shadow ball without being told to. He was working on his own. Alakazam blinked.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins Eski got hit by the Power Gem and was knocked out. Espeon release a Psybeam at Sableye to destruct it for Faye to switch out her Pokémon C. Faye recalls her Pokémon and sends out Sylveon, Faye waits to see what Sableye is going to do next but May use Copy Cat lust in case a Pokémon attacks her at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC Trillo kept watching the trainer and Minccino with its beady eyes. He went back into his shell again - but this time, he curled up and Hardened in a way that would prepare him to handle more attempts to break the glass. Scrafty grunted as he took a glancing blow from the Shadow Ball. It slowed him down, but not too much. "Crunch again, but hit it this time!" Barley shouted. Scrafty complied, chomping at Gengar again. Sableye cackled as Eski fell. Then a Psybeam hit her full-on in the face... but she only laughed louder. A mind as Dark as hers couldn't be damaged by Psychic tricks. Her snickering finally stopped when some sort of pink fluffy enemy appeared. Barley also frowned at the new Sylveon and considered for a second before continuing the attack. "Shadow Claw!" Sableye wavered for a second, sizing up the Sylveon. Her one weakness... sweetness. Even then, she could probably take on a Sylveon... if she wasn't suffering from a worsening burn. Nah, that was a dumb idea. She had a better one. "If ya care so much about deese dumb Pokemon," Sableye hissed, "ya shouldn't start fights around 'em. Someone could get hurt." The ghost's feet phased through Arctozolt's cage. "If ya don't turn tail in ten seconds, I can make dis guy go extinct again." To prove her point, Sableye phased the rest of the way into the cage and slashed Arctozolt across the snout with a Shadow Claw. The electric type fell back and moaned, barely conscious. Barley raised his brows for a second and then turned red. He did NOT like his Pokemon disobeying him like that! Well... he supposed she technically followed his command, her own way. That Sableye was just going to improv sometimes, and he couldn't change that.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Gengar attempted to fire another shadow ball at the other pokemon. Sarah sighed. She took a deep breath. "Alright, you can do whatever it takes!" Gengar simply nodded. He kept attacking. Alakazam blinked. He looked very unhappy. He narrowed his eyes. He fired a physic beam at the sableye but missed.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Alright buddy," Alan told Pip as he pointed at the padlock "Tail Slap b-but be careful about the g-glass!" Pip didn't need to signal his agreement with his trainer and did exactly as Alan told him aiming for the latch. Pip hit the lock around four times and both the pokémon and his trainer heard the resounding crack of the glass as the lock clacked against the latch...</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Alakazan, stop this fight. I don't want to see Arctozo being torture. I can see that Sableye's trainer does not like her." May said to the Sableye as she starts to stare at Sableye without blinking using the move called Charm. Espeon notices a latch on the cage and claws at it.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The lock on Trillo's cage was also quite sturdy and resistant to breaking. But this did make it a helpful battering ram against the glass. A couple small cracks formed, leaking occasional drops of water. Trillo zoomed forward toward the spot with another Aqua Jet, forming a crack large enough for a steady trickle now. It would take all day for these two Pokemon to break a hole large enough for the Kabuto to get out. But with a bit more work, they might be able to make a crack large enough to communicate. Scrafty took another Shadow Ball and kept fighting through the pain. "You'll wear it down soon," Barley coached. "Keep Crunching!" Scrafty continued the attack, using trained footwork to remain as close as possible to his Gengar target. The cages could weaken most Pokemon moves, but their transparent walls did nothing to stop a look. Sableye couldn't help taking a peek into the Sylveon's dazzling, sapphire-like eyes. The 2% of a soul she had melted, and her ferocity faltered a bit. Sableye shook her head and growled... she still had a job to do, and none of these Pokemon looked like they were going to take her wise advice. She turned back to Arctozolt for a knockout blow - and was surprised to see the frightened Pokemon fighting back with its own move. The Shadow Claw and Thundershock hit at the same time. Arctozolt fell back into the frost, knocked out. The electricity sent Sableye flying back until she was phased halfway out of the cage. She paused for one second, stunned that a fossil Pokemon had dared to attack her.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty 'Hey can you hear me?' Pip hit the cage one last time, the water leaking faster but the glass still remained intact. Pip now able to communicate to the Kabuto got close to the glass 'Hiya we're trying to save you I'm Pip and this is my friend Alan,' Pip gestured towards the trainer 'Can you try to break the glass? My tail isn't strong enough but your shell could do the trick!' Pip pointed to the Kabuto then the glass 'If you get hurt we'll help you no worries!' Pip nodded exaggeratedly.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Zanavy@Blackmist16 Alakazam fired another beam. "Alakazam!!" Gengar fired another shadow ball before seeming to disappear. Sarah smirked. She knew for a fact a ghost type pokemon like gengar, especially a well trained one, could give any physic type pokemon, like sableye for example, a run for their money.</s>	<\|message\|>Faye Collins "Moon Blast," Faye said as Sylveon launch her attack at Sableye. Faye is wonder how to get the key from the ring leader as Espeon is lurking in the shadows. The Espeon is waiting for her chance to encounter the ring leader to get the mastekr key to open the cages.</s>
<\|description\|>Alan Moriarty Appearance ____________________________________________________________________ Age: 18 Background: Alan grew up in the big city with his father raising him on his own, his father is the owner of a small but popular bistro specializing in pasta dishes and the like. Alan and his father Douglas both love Normal-type Pokémon, Douglas's Pokémon is a Meowth that he's had since he inherited the bistro from his father who passed away 18 years ago. Alan had become a trainer at age 11 which was a little early even for most trainers, but Alan never ventured father than a kilometer from the city. He never went to a Pokécenter nor was his first Pokémon gifted to him, he met his first just outside the walls of the city. The Pokémon was a Minncino and it had gotten itself stuck in a ditch filled with trash and it was caught on a piece of litter. It took a while to calm the Pokémon but Alan eventually got the poor Minncino to stop panicking. Alan took the Minncino to the local pokécenter to get the little grey rodent healed, soon though Alan became fast friends with the Minncino and became it's trainer. Job/Type of Character: Pokémon Trainer/Pacifist. Pokémon: Pip Appearance \|\| Type: Normal \|\| Species: Chinchilla Pokémon \|\| Gender: Male \|\| Nature: Quirky Trait: Technician Height: 1'4" Weight: 12lbs * Tail Slap: * Charm: * Sing: Personality: Quirky, Playful and Empathic. Background: Reveal as RP progresses. ____________________________________________________________________</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911 Sarah narrowed her eyes. "ok jig-jig, that's enough. Don't worry, we will get them." She had jigglypuff return to his pokeball. Then, she had one of her other pokemon come out. "Alakazam! You're turn!" Alakazam popped out of his pokeball. He stared at the other trio with rather angry eyes. "Get ready!"</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Ice Beam," Faye said streaming a strong ice attack against Power Gem. "Will. O Wisp," Faye said as her Ninetailes summons blue flames and send them at the Sableya. Faye has a feeling to switch Eski for another Pokémon as Espeon tries to break open another cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The Ninetales' attack scorched Sableye's leg. She hissed and hobbled a bit - that burn would weaken some of her ability to hit hard. But there was plenty of fight left in her. Barley furrowed his brow, focused in thought. Then a plan came to him when Sarah sent out an Alakazam. He smirked and recalled the sleeping Fearow. A Scrafty took its place. The ruffian Pokemon took a few seconds to observe the battlefield. "Sableye, Mean Look on Alakazam!" Sableye sent a spine-chilling glare Alakazam's way. The move would prevent Alakazam from switching out or running away... quite a useful move in Barley's arsenal. The cages were specially designed to hold Pokemon, and thus held strong even against Pokemon attacks. Espeon made a few scrapes in the glass, but it would take much more power or time to break open a cage.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911@Blackmist16 Alakazam blinked. He glared. Sarah frowned and looked mad. "Well....since you want to pull that......" She granted Gengar permission to enter the fray, but only him. "Gengar, keep an eye on them. If they pull any dirty tricks....well.....you know what to do." Gengar narrowed his eyes and nodded. They both looked at Barley after that.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty On the Run: Alan nearly droped the glass cage as he ran out the exit because of the lullaby but Pip swatted his trainer on the ankle, snapping him out of the lull of sleepiness. So they ran until they reached the road exiting the city but stopped to catch their breath in a nearby alleyway. Alan was keeled over panting while Pip peeked out the alleyway to see if they were being followed. Once a second passed and no sign of the ringmaster or his pokémon could be spotted Pip went over to Alan and tapped the glass getting the Kabuto's attention, then gave it a friendly wave. Alan had set the cage down and sat on an old milk crate to catch his breath as Pip tried communicating with the Kabuto. Pip tapped the glass and made a hitting motion indicating for the other pokémon to try to break the glass.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins The wild Espeon was disappointed from only making a few scratches on the cage but it caught the attention of the Pokémon inside the cage to hit the glass hard. Faye could tell this was her chance, "Will o Wisp." Faye said as Eskisummons more blue flames and streamed it at a cage. Espeon jumps out of the way as the Espeon use Psychic on the same cage. Faye hopes it damage the cage and not harm the Pokémon that was inside the cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC "H-HEY, you can't do that!" Ringmaster Barley stammered as Sarah brought another Pokemon into the fight. "There are rules to these things, you know." Barley began to sweat as he glanced around all the commotion. This was getting out of hand. But his team was strong, and perhaps he could get out of this situation with some of his pride. "Sableye, guard the cage," Barley ordered. "Power Gem again. Scrafty, Crunch on Gengar." The ghost shifted into the shadows, reappearing on top of the damaged cage. Another beam of gems zoomed toward Eski. Meanwhile, the Scrafty defiantly faced down Gengar and Alakazam. He lunged toward Gengar with chomping jaws for the dark-type Crunch. The Arctozolt's cage had some more dents in it now, though not nearly enough to free the Pokemon. In fact, for the most part, Espeon's attack only managed to flip the cage upside-down. This jarred the Arctozolt inside, sending it into a wild fearful frenzy. The fossil Pokemon seemed to be a little damaged from the Psychic, as well, though less damage than a direct hit would cause. The cage's upside-down position also allowed the rescuing Pokemon to notice a possible way to open the cage from the bottom, but Sableye covered it with her foot before they could see any further detail. A few streets away, Trillo huddled in his shell, overwhelmed with confusion. Was he being stolen, or rescued, or some other possibility he couldn't imagine? The fluffy Pokemon didn't look like a predator, though, so that was a little relieving. After a minute of coaxing, Trillo started to tap on the glass along with Pip. Then he shot forward with an Aqua Jet. The forceful move made a hairline crack in the cage, and a drop of water dripped out every few seconds. It also dazed the Kabuto to slam into something so hard, and he needed a minute to reorient himself. When Alan recovered, he would be able to notice something new with the cage in its side-lying position. On the bottom of the cage was a thick, sturdy lock with a keyhole.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Ciao!" Pip excitedly hopped getting Alan's attention, he noticed the crack and the lock then crossed his arms and knelt to inspect the glass cage closer. "We could either r-risk going back," Alan muttered but the notion didn't sit well in his mind "O-or break the cage but then what Pip?" Alan sighed as Pip tilted his head listening to his trainer. "Ciaao?" Pip sighed then bumped the cage lightly to see if the crack would get bigger and Alan looked closely at the lock. "We could try to br-break the lock," Alan mused as he examined the latch the lock was attached to and Pip just stayed quiet as he tried to make the Kabuto feel less scared by showing he was friendly. Pip hopped around swept up debris with his tail, tapped the glass to play a rudimentary tune so the Kabuto wouldn't feel threatened by Pip. This took place while Alan deliberated about breaking the lock.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Sarah gasped. Gengar dodged. "That was a dirty trick! Gengar was only keeping an eye on things!" Gengar tried to throw a shadow ball without being told to. He was working on his own. Alakazam blinked.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins Eski got hit by the Power Gem and was knocked out. Espeon release a Psybeam at Sableye to destruct it for Faye to switch out her Pokémon C. Faye recalls her Pokémon and sends out Sylveon, Faye waits to see what Sableye is going to do next but May use Copy Cat lust in case a Pokémon attacks her at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC Trillo kept watching the trainer and Minccino with its beady eyes. He went back into his shell again - but this time, he curled up and Hardened in a way that would prepare him to handle more attempts to break the glass. Scrafty grunted as he took a glancing blow from the Shadow Ball. It slowed him down, but not too much. "Crunch again, but hit it this time!" Barley shouted. Scrafty complied, chomping at Gengar again. Sableye cackled as Eski fell. Then a Psybeam hit her full-on in the face... but she only laughed louder. A mind as Dark as hers couldn't be damaged by Psychic tricks. Her snickering finally stopped when some sort of pink fluffy enemy appeared. Barley also frowned at the new Sylveon and considered for a second before continuing the attack. "Shadow Claw!" Sableye wavered for a second, sizing up the Sylveon. Her one weakness... sweetness. Even then, she could probably take on a Sylveon... if she wasn't suffering from a worsening burn. Nah, that was a dumb idea. She had a better one. "If ya care so much about deese dumb Pokemon," Sableye hissed, "ya shouldn't start fights around 'em. Someone could get hurt." The ghost's feet phased through Arctozolt's cage. "If ya don't turn tail in ten seconds, I can make dis guy go extinct again." To prove her point, Sableye phased the rest of the way into the cage and slashed Arctozolt across the snout with a Shadow Claw. The electric type fell back and moaned, barely conscious. Barley raised his brows for a second and then turned red. He did NOT like his Pokemon disobeying him like that! Well... he supposed she technically followed his command, her own way. That Sableye was just going to improv sometimes, and he couldn't change that.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Gengar attempted to fire another shadow ball at the other pokemon. Sarah sighed. She took a deep breath. "Alright, you can do whatever it takes!" Gengar simply nodded. He kept attacking. Alakazam blinked. He looked very unhappy. He narrowed his eyes. He fired a physic beam at the sableye but missed.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Alright buddy," Alan told Pip as he pointed at the padlock "Tail Slap b-but be careful about the g-glass!" Pip didn't need to signal his agreement with his trainer and did exactly as Alan told him aiming for the latch. Pip hit the lock around four times and both the pokémon and his trainer heard the resounding crack of the glass as the lock clacked against the latch...</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Alakazan, stop this fight. I don't want to see Arctozo being torture. I can see that Sableye's trainer does not like her." May said to the Sableye as she starts to stare at Sableye without blinking using the move called Charm. Espeon notices a latch on the cage and claws at it.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The lock on Trillo's cage was also quite sturdy and resistant to breaking. But this did make it a helpful battering ram against the glass. A couple small cracks formed, leaking occasional drops of water. Trillo zoomed forward toward the spot with another Aqua Jet, forming a crack large enough for a steady trickle now. It would take all day for these two Pokemon to break a hole large enough for the Kabuto to get out. But with a bit more work, they might be able to make a crack large enough to communicate. Scrafty took another Shadow Ball and kept fighting through the pain. "You'll wear it down soon," Barley coached. "Keep Crunching!" Scrafty continued the attack, using trained footwork to remain as close as possible to his Gengar target. The cages could weaken most Pokemon moves, but their transparent walls did nothing to stop a look. Sableye couldn't help taking a peek into the Sylveon's dazzling, sapphire-like eyes. The 2% of a soul she had melted, and her ferocity faltered a bit. Sableye shook her head and growled... she still had a job to do, and none of these Pokemon looked like they were going to take her wise advice. She turned back to Arctozolt for a knockout blow - and was surprised to see the frightened Pokemon fighting back with its own move. The Shadow Claw and Thundershock hit at the same time. Arctozolt fell back into the frost, knocked out. The electricity sent Sableye flying back until she was phased halfway out of the cage. She paused for one second, stunned that a fossil Pokemon had dared to attack her.</s>	<\|message\|>Alan Moriarty 'Hey can you hear me?' Pip hit the cage one last time, the water leaking faster but the glass still remained intact. Pip now able to communicate to the Kabuto got close to the glass 'Hiya we're trying to save you I'm Pip and this is my friend Alan,' Pip gestured towards the trainer 'Can you try to break the glass? My tail isn't strong enough but your shell could do the trick!' Pip pointed to the Kabuto then the glass 'If you get hurt we'll help you no worries!' Pip nodded exaggeratedly.</s>
<\|description\|>Strax von Catterwall Appearance: Age: 24 Title: Duke Kingdom/homeland: Catterwall Bio: Several generations ago, a bottom-class woman led a full scale revolt against the technologically advanced elite of the land. It was a bloody fight, by the end there were less than twenty people alive on either side. The woman had survived, though, and she took her place as the new queen. Her name had been Lilly, but she was hailed as Queen Lillith von Catterwall, for her battle cries were said to be that of a vicious feline springing at it's assailants. It was not long before the Queen was with child, however, knowing that it was the hardships she faced that made her a worthy Queen, she decided she would not allow her daughters to know the ease of royal life. Thus it became tradition that every female heir be cast into banishment by the age of six, where she must grow on her own, until she has made a name for herself and proven she is worthy of inheriting the title of Queen. It then falls to the male heirs to run the kingdom until such time that a daughter return and prove her worth. If no daughter returns by the end of the Queen's life, the son will rule until such time as she returns, at which point he was have the chance to challenge her for the throne. Not once has a son challenged a daughter and won. Duke Strax is the second born child and first born son of Queen Lillith von Catterwall VII. His sister, Lillith von Catterwall VIII, returned to prove her worth less than a year ago. Since then, Strax has slowly but surely been being phased out of royal affairs as his sister prepares to take the throne. Despite what many may think, Strax is actually glad, as less time devoted to policy and diplomacy was always welcome. With her on the throne, he'd be able to focus more on his own passions. Unfortunately, with his sister returned, Strax was no longer needed in the palace, and his mother wasted no time trying to marry him off to other nations for various reasons. Strax had no desire for a wife (though he enjoyed the thought of children), but he knew there was no arguing with a combat hardened Queen. Many 'young maidens' had been rounded up for Strax to pick from, but none of them interested him. It wasn't until he heard tell of a very particular Princess who had been turning down nearly every suitor who came to call. Strax decided then that he would only wed a woman with a will as strong as hers and immediately made preparations to travel to her kingdom and call on her himself. Strax knew nothing else about this woman, but even if it didn't work out, he wanted to meet the only woman who might reject him. Other: Strax is a jarhead beefcake who likes strong-willed women. He's actually bisexual, liking strong men and women, but he still hasn't come to terms with it. As far as he's concerned, he's straight as an arrow.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Anna White was a simple worker of the castle. She was attending to her duties when she saw how upset the princess seemed to be one day. However, she knew it was not her place to say anything. She was only a mere castle employee after all. Her employers business was none of hers. She knew that much from the very first day. Anyway, Anna was there when the princess made the announcement. She had been assigned a task that involved cleaning off a wall near where the princess had been. And so, she had ended up hearing every word that was said. She frowned with worry and concern. She could only hope that things would work out for the princess. Anna had to admit, she did admire the princess at least a little bit. She wished she could be as strong and independent as her. She sighed a bit as she thought about that and tried to return her focus back on her duties at hand, at least for the time being. Anna tried to keep to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall "Your grace, we've arrived in the Kingdom of Provectus! We're pulling in to the port now." The ships captain announced. Duke Strax looked up from his desk. The image of such a finely groomed, regally attired man reading old, leather bound tomes belied his true, rather barbarous nature. "Ah! Excellent!" Strax exclaimed heartily, slamming the ancient book closed with little regard for it's well being. He tossed it haphazardly onto his bed before rising slowly, being sure not to disturb the maps and small plastic markers that represented various troops, squadrons, and fleets. When put together, they told the story of one army, represented with red, utterly crushing the second, represented by brown. Adjusting his belt, he turned to address the captain directly. "Have your men prepare my car. I want to be able to at least see the kingdom I'll soon be ruling. Dismissed." The captain saluted his duke and left to complete his orders. Twenty minutes later, a gaudy red vehicle drove down the steel ramp connecting the C.Q.S. Midus' Right to the dock. To call it a car would be inaccurate, as it was closer to an armored tank that had been scaled down to the size of an S.U.V., though the mounted weapons had been traded for greater speed and mobility. The exterior was crimson with gold accent, while the interior was a much more muted brown, due to the genuine leather used to furnish it. Duke Strax peered out of the long, thin slats of bullet proof, metallic glass, tinted so that no one outside the vehicle could be sure of his exact position. It would take a few hours before they would actually reach the capitol city, let alone the palace itself. In the meantime, Strax ordered one of his body guards to call ahead to the palace and ensure his arrival went smoothly. Strax stroked his scruffy chin as the vehicle moved slowly but surely down the well planned route that would lead him to his future wife. He wondered what she'd look like, what she'd sound like, how well she could defend herself in both armed and unarmed combat, not well, he assumed. But most of all, he wondered who she was. She, heir to a kingdom that put all their faith into technology and academics. And yet. He thought. She chooses her husband with a contest. As if she were from ancient times. A grin slowly crept it's way onto his face. No doubt she understands the need for powerful children, and thus, a powerful husband. The ride to the palace had been uneventful. Despite his best efforts, Duke Strax had been impressed by the obvious difference in technological advancement between his nation and this one. Even the architecture seemed to be objectively more effective. But utterly lacking in any sort of traditional touch. Strax thought grimly, finally having found something to be displeased about. "I'll have to fix that..." he muttered, unaware and uncaring that he had thought aloud. As the palace gates closed behind them, the vehicle finally rolled to a stop in front of the palace doors. Four armed men exited first, each taking their time to ensure the area was secure before allowing Duke Strax to vacate the armored car. He hated all these precautions and would have preferred driving himself in an open vehicle, dismounting with a thud, and striding up to the massive doors as if he already owned them and the walls they attached to. But he knew better and, after two of the four men joined him, sent a third to announce his arrival. Her staff had better not keeping waiting out in the open for long. Strax thought as he made some last minute adjustments to his ceremonial armor. It would do nothing against modern weaponry, but it was traditional.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Anna White blinked. She was working by the castle entrance when the arrival of the first suitor was announced. A guard barked at her to answer the front doors. She sighed and did as she was told. She learned not to talk back or disobey orders a long time ago. She could not risk her job or anything after all. A guard on either side of her, she opened up the doors. She blinked when she saw the armored man there. She took a breath and paused when a guard spoke before she could do the same. -"Yes?" She watched as the guard looked him up and down. -"A suitor I assume?" Anna sighed. She took a step back and slowly made to leave. She tried to resume her work.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall After a moment the door was opened, revealing a young woman and two of the castle's guards. "Announcing the arrival of Strax von Catterwall, Duke of the Free Queendom of Catterwall!" Declared Strax's own guard. His were much better trained than theirs, and would not answer a question they had not been ordered to. Finally. Strax thought, eager to speak for himself. "Indeed! I heard tell of a princess who would decide her suitor by way of tournament, and decided immediately I must meet her!" He answered, striding boldly through the door. The woman was already making her way out of the room. "A member of the staff, I assume?" he asked, pointing casually at her. He waited for the guards answer as he cast his eyes over the interior of the palace. It was far more... elegant, than his own. Well, my sister's now. May she rule long and bear a stronger daughter. There were no visible scars or battle damage, no trophies of battle won on display. Still, it was a palace. Should worst come to worst, the guards would be able to fend off attacks with great advantage. "So, will someone be telling my men where to take my things, or will they be searching for it themselves?" He jokingly asked the guards. "More importantly, I am to meet the princess now, or should I head to my room first? Having spent the last eighty-three hours being trapped within one vehicle or another, I'm quite anxious to stretch my legs."</s> <\|message\|>Anna White @Dr Lovecraft@spiral origin Anna listened as the guards said that he may be escorted to his room if he wished. The princess would arrive when she was ready. That much was obvious. Anyway, one of the guards turned to look at Anna as she was starting to leave the room. -"You! Halt!" Anna blinked. She stopped in her tracks with a gasp. She slowly turned to look at the guard. "Y....yes? ....sir?" The guard narrowed his eyes and frowned. -"Escort our guest to his room if that is what he wishes. DO NOT DILLY DALLY!" Anna winced. "....Yes sir." She frowned and walked back up to them. She looked at the suitor who had arrived. "May I?"</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven It hadnt been a long enough wait before word made it to the Princess that the first suitor had showed up. Giving a sigh, she stood up and carried herself with confidence. Wearing a gown that was light purple, simple and elegant, but worthy of her title. When she left her room, word had gotten to her that today was the day. She had prepared and readied herself to looked her best as suitors were on their way. Tavia left her room, instant her personal guards were around her and moving with her through the castle hallways. Her walk was with confidence and air about her that demanded respect. After several minutes she was now at the top of the stair case that lead down to the main entrance to her castle. Watching as the scene unfolded in front of her and the Duke walked into her palace as if he owned it already. "Hes the first and definitely arrogant. Thinking he has won already apparently. " She thought to herself as she then moved to make her way down the steps. A guard at the bottom, noticing the Princess and looked about the group as the other guards, servant, and Duke seemed to be in conversation about what to do next. "Princess Tavia Haven of Kingdom Provectus. " His voice loud and clear as it demanded the attention of all those in the area to acknowledge the princess. Tavis finished down the stairs, a small smile formed on her lips as her eyes fell on Anna, a friend of hers that she had grown up with, even given there status's were so different, she had a soft spot for the woman. As her eyes went to the Duke and his ensemble of guards. The smile had left her face and her eyes gave way nothing as to what she was thinking. Standing before him, she made no effort to hide the annoyance she already held for him. "Welcome to Kingdom Provectus. I do hope your journey here was safe. I am pleased to have you here. I am Princess Tavia, who are you?" She asked as her voice seemed to shift to a lighter tone though still held authority in it.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "A tournament, hm? One to decide the fate of this kingdom, by marrying off it's princess. I like this. They'll be distracted long enough for me to get in and get out." Liv said to herself as she stood from her air mattress, that she had stolen from some apartment building she was hiding in at the time. In her mid-morning rush to get ready, she grabbed a small metal triangle and pocketed it, a tool for later. Exiting from the hovel she called her hideaway, Liv made her way through the bustling streets, taking the occassional subway, because quite frankly, from the bottom to the top of the kingdom, that's a longer walk than she's willing to put up with. Upon her arrival to the castle grounds, she witnessed what looked like a small tank pull to the front of the palace and empty it's passangers. Oh me, oh my, the first of many suitors I'm assuming. the thief thought, making her way around to a fenced in garden where she began her ascent, climbing the fence in three swift strides and vaulting over with ease. She stuck her landing and ducked between bushes as she made her way towards an open entrance for her to sneak in to. Upon finding her entrance in the form of an open window, she pulled herself in, brushing herself off from the many bushes she had to jump into. "Well, that was easy enough, now to find either a vault or a study." the thief said to herself as she began wandering, searching for her quarry.</s>	<\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax nodded approvingly when told that the princess would meet him when she was ready. When the castle guard shouted "Halt!", however, Strax froze, both arms instinctively going to his weapons. After the briefest of glances, however, he realized they were speaking to the young woman from earlier. Strax relaxed, though he was a little puzzled why such a stern tone had been used on a member of the staff. He was even more confused when she responded as if she had done something wrong. Was it normal for them to shout at their workers in this manner? Perhaps she was incompetent and needed a sterner hand? Before he could solve this little riddle, a voice rang out from the stairs, announcing the arrival of the princess. She was a beautiful creature. Thin, but beautiful. The duke fell to one knee, placing his right fist over his heart and bowing his head. He was here to impress, true, but he understood the chain of command well, and she outranked him. It wasn't until she spoke to him directly that he rose to his feet, standing straighter than he had before. "I thank you, Princess Tavia, for your most gracious welcome. I am Duke Strax von Catterwall, and it is my great honor to meet you." He took no offense to annoyance on her face. She was, after all, the princess. "And I thank you for your concern, princess. My journey was indeed secure, if uneventful. I am quite eager to face the challenges you have prepared for me, your highness."</s>
<\|description\|>Strax von Catterwall Appearance: Age: 24 Title: Duke Kingdom/homeland: Catterwall Bio: Several generations ago, a bottom-class woman led a full scale revolt against the technologically advanced elite of the land. It was a bloody fight, by the end there were less than twenty people alive on either side. The woman had survived, though, and she took her place as the new queen. Her name had been Lilly, but she was hailed as Queen Lillith von Catterwall, for her battle cries were said to be that of a vicious feline springing at it's assailants. It was not long before the Queen was with child, however, knowing that it was the hardships she faced that made her a worthy Queen, she decided she would not allow her daughters to know the ease of royal life. Thus it became tradition that every female heir be cast into banishment by the age of six, where she must grow on her own, until she has made a name for herself and proven she is worthy of inheriting the title of Queen. It then falls to the male heirs to run the kingdom until such time that a daughter return and prove her worth. If no daughter returns by the end of the Queen's life, the son will rule until such time as she returns, at which point he was have the chance to challenge her for the throne. Not once has a son challenged a daughter and won. Duke Strax is the second born child and first born son of Queen Lillith von Catterwall VII. His sister, Lillith von Catterwall VIII, returned to prove her worth less than a year ago. Since then, Strax has slowly but surely been being phased out of royal affairs as his sister prepares to take the throne. Despite what many may think, Strax is actually glad, as less time devoted to policy and diplomacy was always welcome. With her on the throne, he'd be able to focus more on his own passions. Unfortunately, with his sister returned, Strax was no longer needed in the palace, and his mother wasted no time trying to marry him off to other nations for various reasons. Strax had no desire for a wife (though he enjoyed the thought of children), but he knew there was no arguing with a combat hardened Queen. Many 'young maidens' had been rounded up for Strax to pick from, but none of them interested him. It wasn't until he heard tell of a very particular Princess who had been turning down nearly every suitor who came to call. Strax decided then that he would only wed a woman with a will as strong as hers and immediately made preparations to travel to her kingdom and call on her himself. Strax knew nothing else about this woman, but even if it didn't work out, he wanted to meet the only woman who might reject him. Other: Strax is a jarhead beefcake who likes strong-willed women. He's actually bisexual, liking strong men and women, but he still hasn't come to terms with it. As far as he's concerned, he's straight as an arrow.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "A tournament, hm? One to decide the fate of this kingdom, by marrying off it's princess. I like this. They'll be distracted long enough for me to get in and get out." Liv said to herself as she stood from her air mattress, that she had stolen from some apartment building she was hiding in at the time. In her mid-morning rush to get ready, she grabbed a small metal triangle and pocketed it, a tool for later. Exiting from the hovel she called her hideaway, Liv made her way through the bustling streets, taking the occassional subway, because quite frankly, from the bottom to the top of the kingdom, that's a longer walk than she's willing to put up with. Upon her arrival to the castle grounds, she witnessed what looked like a small tank pull to the front of the palace and empty it's passangers. Oh me, oh my, the first of many suitors I'm assuming. the thief thought, making her way around to a fenced in garden where she began her ascent, climbing the fence in three swift strides and vaulting over with ease. She stuck her landing and ducked between bushes as she made her way towards an open entrance for her to sneak in to. Upon finding her entrance in the form of an open window, she pulled herself in, brushing herself off from the many bushes she had to jump into. "Well, that was easy enough, now to find either a vault or a study." the thief said to herself as she began wandering, searching for her quarry.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax nodded approvingly when told that the princess would meet him when she was ready. When the castle guard shouted "Halt!", however, Strax froze, both arms instinctively going to his weapons. After the briefest of glances, however, he realized they were speaking to the young woman from earlier. Strax relaxed, though he was a little puzzled why such a stern tone had been used on a member of the staff. He was even more confused when she responded as if she had done something wrong. Was it normal for them to shout at their workers in this manner? Perhaps she was incompetent and needed a sterner hand? Before he could solve this little riddle, a voice rang out from the stairs, announcing the arrival of the princess. She was a beautiful creature. Thin, but beautiful. The duke fell to one knee, placing his right fist over his heart and bowing his head. He was here to impress, true, but he understood the chain of command well, and she outranked him. It wasn't until she spoke to him directly that he rose to his feet, standing straighter than he had before. "I thank you, Princess Tavia, for your most gracious welcome. I am Duke Strax von Catterwall, and it is my great honor to meet you." He took no offense to annoyance on her face. She was, after all, the princess. "And I thank you for your concern, princess. My journey was indeed secure, if uneventful. I am quite eager to face the challenges you have prepared for me, your highness."</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven Tavia watched the man as he dropped to one knee and bowed to her as she approached him. "Good, he knows his place, for now. She thought to herself as he then rose, her eyes glancing back over at Anna wondering why she looked like she did and the guards around her seeming a bit more stern looking then usual. Priority first, she had a guest that needed tending to first. Her eyes looking back to him and traveled up and down him before meeting his own as he answered her quesetions. "I am glad to hear your travels were safe and secure. There is still time before the events will start, I can see that you are eager, you are the first to arrive. I am pleased that you are here, none the less. " Her tone still strong and stern, her soft side pushed and tucked away, lost deep within her. Looking to the guards now, her eyes tone sounding a bit harsher then whens he had spoke to the Duke. "You. " She turned away from the Duke and walked towards the guard "Will treat the staff with more respect then that. They are the ones that keep this place running. You can show his guards where they will be staying, the guest wing, he gets first pick of whichever room he wants in the wing. " She told him with a hint of annoyance and anger in her voice. Sometimes even the guards needed to be reminded just who ran the castle. Giving a soft sigh as she turned to Anna, her tone completely shifting to a much softer one though it was still strong and authoritive. "Anna, is everything okay here?" Her eyes watching the servant to make sure she didnt try and cover anything up. It annoyed the Princess for guards to talk to the servant as if they were beneath them and trash. True they were not as high up or ranked as a guard, but Tavia knew all to well that her servants kept the place going. She had always demanded they be treated with respect unless they had done something to warrant other wise. Hoping the Duke didnt mind as she had to get things under control, not at all how she wanted to greet the first arrival for the tournament, but there was notihng she could do about it now. After dealing with guards and Anna, she turned back to the Duke and gave a warmer smile to then before. "If you feel up to it, I can personally give you a walk around the castle." Her voice back to the authoritive and stern she had before but holding a bit more of softness then before as well.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Lovecraft@StitchedOwl Anna paused. She watched as the guards all stiffened. The one guard who had yelled at her to halt, and had given her that order, was especially still. They all gulped. She heard them do so. -'y....yes milady." --"O...of course milady." All the guards said one or the other. They scrambled to go do as they were told. That left Anna behind with just the duke, the first suitor to arrive, and the princess herself. Anna gulped. She took a step back. She blinked and looked at the princess when she was addressed. She bowed her head and tried not to make eye contact. She assumed it was disrespectful to even look them in the eye without permission, the princess and her father, the king, that is. "I...I am fine. I...am quite used to it, your' majesty." She attempted to be modest. She did not wish to place any sort of burden or worry on the princess. She was used to being on her own to deal with the guards and such. She hid how nervous and such she was from the princess, or tried to anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "Let's see...kitchens, larder, servant's quarters, storage, guard barracks..." Liv listed as she looked into rooms as she passed by, trying her best to make it look like she was just a lost visitor as she wandered. "Now where would I keep the key to a massive cache of riches if I were royalty?" she thought to herself. When she saw guards patrolling some of the halls she would stick to an obscured corner and pass at the first opportunity, when she found herself near a room where she heard polite...if strained conversations. "Shit, gotta hide." she said to herself, scrambling as she darted into a nearby broom closet, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could in her alarmed state. She took afew moments to correct herself before holding the door knob to keep the door from opening. In her other hand she took out that small silver triangle and winced as it unfolded into a fractal pattern wrapped around her fist, coating her entire right hand in the metal. It wouldn't kill anyone, hell it didn't even enhance any physical attributes, it was just programmable matter that she stole and turned into a multitool of sorts, but it would still hurt...alot.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax kept his expression stern and emotionless, despite the proud, beaming smile that tried to force it's way onto his lips. He remained at attention up until the princess turned her attention to the guards. Crossing his arms, Strax finally allowed himself a smirk as he listened to her put the armored bullies in their place. While he knew better to speak over royalty, Strax did make eye contact with his own guard, giving them a series of looks that nonverbally communicated that they were to move his things into his room, guided by the palace guards. Strax straightened once more just in time for the princess to turn back to him. "It would be my great honor, your majesty." He answered. A tour of the castle was just the sort of thing that would give them time to get to know each other. And for him to learn more about the challenges ahead.</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven Tavia sighed when the servant girl said that she was quite used to it, it was something that would have to be fixed. Her servants, anyone under her for that matter, wouldnt be treated poorly. "You have my reassurance that I will be putting a stop to it. Do not hesitate to seek me out and tell me if they dont stop. Thank you for all you do Anna. " She told her before turning her attention back to the Duke that was here for the tournament she was going to be holding. Making a mental note to hold a meeting with the guards that were usually left to tend to the castle needs. Hearing that it would be his honor for her to give him a tour, she let the smallest of a smile show through her other words expressionless face. "Shall we then?" She looked back to Anna as if to make sure the servant of hers was quite okay before taking off with the Duke. "Right this way." She stated and then began to walk, not fast or slow, but at a steady pace, two of her own guards falling in behind the pair walking. Tavia not phased at all by this as she had grown used to it over the years, always having two guards at the very least with her at all times. "Dont mind the guards, they know better then to repeat what they might over hear us say. Please feel free to speak freely while we are on the tour." She then started down the hall that would be housing the guests while they were here. Thinking it was appropriate and he would have an idea of where his room and things would be brought too. After a few minutes of walking down the hall doors started to appear on both sides and she motioned to him. "These will be the guests, like yourself, quarters. With not knowing how many will show up for the tournament, so I left them all open. Since you are first, you do get to take first pick. " She continued on, only pausing or stopping if he had done so first. "How far out did you say you came from?" Curiosity striking once again as she was indeed curious about how far word had gotten about her tournament.</s>	<\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax kept pace with the princess easily. His stride was long and heavy, each step echoing off the polished stone floor and reverberating through the large halls. The large grin that had been fighting to be seen finally forced itself onto his face when he heard those two magical words; Speak freely. "I hail from Catterwall, far to the north." He answered proudly. "It's roughly forty-three thousand nautical miles from here. Took three months to get here, but it was well worth it." Of course, it would have been a much shorter trip if he had flown, but Strax had a hard time trusting flying vehicles. The only time he employed them was for warfare. "Tell me," he said, changing the subject. "Do you have any interest in combat, your majesty? In my country, it is tradition for those who wish to grow closer to spar with one another. Nothing brings two souls closer than the heat of combat... athletic competitions are a close second, though." he added.</s>
<\|description\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin Appearance: Liv is a tall, not necessarily healthy thin woman with lightly tanned skin and deep red hair. Her attire consists of very ostentatious clothing, with a button-up white shirt, open to expose some of her chest, and black high-waisted tights, topped off by knee-high leather boots. She has several tattoos, with normally only a winding snake over the beginnings of a peacock feather visible on her neck, and an ornate floral pattern on her chest. Age: 24 Role in this story: Nigh-incompetent thief Bio: Liv was...is not the brightest bulb in any shed, she does however possess the knowledge that there's a lot of money going to the royal castle suddenly, and God be damned, she wants a slice of that. That being said, she grew up poor and turned to thievery when nothing else paid enough for her liking. Most of her first robberies were botched so horribly, yet somehow, through sheer dumb luck she was able to come out of them slightly richer, but she always wanted more. Seeing this as her perfect opportunity to get more, she's going to jump at the chance...and probably fall in the worst place possible while trying to rob a castle. Other: It needs repeating, she is the happy idiot with a bunch of skills, but no idea on how to put them together to be useful.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Anna White blinked. She was working by the castle entrance when the arrival of the first suitor was announced. A guard barked at her to answer the front doors. She sighed and did as she was told. She learned not to talk back or disobey orders a long time ago. She could not risk her job or anything after all. A guard on either side of her, she opened up the doors. She blinked when she saw the armored man there. She took a breath and paused when a guard spoke before she could do the same. -"Yes?" She watched as the guard looked him up and down. -"A suitor I assume?" Anna sighed. She took a step back and slowly made to leave. She tried to resume her work.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall After a moment the door was opened, revealing a young woman and two of the castle's guards. "Announcing the arrival of Strax von Catterwall, Duke of the Free Queendom of Catterwall!" Declared Strax's own guard. His were much better trained than theirs, and would not answer a question they had not been ordered to. Finally. Strax thought, eager to speak for himself. "Indeed! I heard tell of a princess who would decide her suitor by way of tournament, and decided immediately I must meet her!" He answered, striding boldly through the door. The woman was already making her way out of the room. "A member of the staff, I assume?" he asked, pointing casually at her. He waited for the guards answer as he cast his eyes over the interior of the palace. It was far more... elegant, than his own. Well, my sister's now. May she rule long and bear a stronger daughter. There were no visible scars or battle damage, no trophies of battle won on display. Still, it was a palace. Should worst come to worst, the guards would be able to fend off attacks with great advantage. "So, will someone be telling my men where to take my things, or will they be searching for it themselves?" He jokingly asked the guards. "More importantly, I am to meet the princess now, or should I head to my room first? Having spent the last eighty-three hours being trapped within one vehicle or another, I'm quite anxious to stretch my legs."</s> <\|message\|>Anna White @Dr Lovecraft@spiral origin Anna listened as the guards said that he may be escorted to his room if he wished. The princess would arrive when she was ready. That much was obvious. Anyway, one of the guards turned to look at Anna as she was starting to leave the room. -"You! Halt!" Anna blinked. She stopped in her tracks with a gasp. She slowly turned to look at the guard. "Y....yes? ....sir?" The guard narrowed his eyes and frowned. -"Escort our guest to his room if that is what he wishes. DO NOT DILLY DALLY!" Anna winced. "....Yes sir." She frowned and walked back up to them. She looked at the suitor who had arrived. "May I?"</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven It hadnt been a long enough wait before word made it to the Princess that the first suitor had showed up. Giving a sigh, she stood up and carried herself with confidence. Wearing a gown that was light purple, simple and elegant, but worthy of her title. When she left her room, word had gotten to her that today was the day. She had prepared and readied herself to looked her best as suitors were on their way. Tavia left her room, instant her personal guards were around her and moving with her through the castle hallways. Her walk was with confidence and air about her that demanded respect. After several minutes she was now at the top of the stair case that lead down to the main entrance to her castle. Watching as the scene unfolded in front of her and the Duke walked into her palace as if he owned it already. "Hes the first and definitely arrogant. Thinking he has won already apparently. " She thought to herself as she then moved to make her way down the steps. A guard at the bottom, noticing the Princess and looked about the group as the other guards, servant, and Duke seemed to be in conversation about what to do next. "Princess Tavia Haven of Kingdom Provectus. " His voice loud and clear as it demanded the attention of all those in the area to acknowledge the princess. Tavis finished down the stairs, a small smile formed on her lips as her eyes fell on Anna, a friend of hers that she had grown up with, even given there status's were so different, she had a soft spot for the woman. As her eyes went to the Duke and his ensemble of guards. The smile had left her face and her eyes gave way nothing as to what she was thinking. Standing before him, she made no effort to hide the annoyance she already held for him. "Welcome to Kingdom Provectus. I do hope your journey here was safe. I am pleased to have you here. I am Princess Tavia, who are you?" She asked as her voice seemed to shift to a lighter tone though still held authority in it.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "A tournament, hm? One to decide the fate of this kingdom, by marrying off it's princess. I like this. They'll be distracted long enough for me to get in and get out." Liv said to herself as she stood from her air mattress, that she had stolen from some apartment building she was hiding in at the time. In her mid-morning rush to get ready, she grabbed a small metal triangle and pocketed it, a tool for later. Exiting from the hovel she called her hideaway, Liv made her way through the bustling streets, taking the occassional subway, because quite frankly, from the bottom to the top of the kingdom, that's a longer walk than she's willing to put up with. Upon her arrival to the castle grounds, she witnessed what looked like a small tank pull to the front of the palace and empty it's passangers. Oh me, oh my, the first of many suitors I'm assuming. the thief thought, making her way around to a fenced in garden where she began her ascent, climbing the fence in three swift strides and vaulting over with ease. She stuck her landing and ducked between bushes as she made her way towards an open entrance for her to sneak in to. Upon finding her entrance in the form of an open window, she pulled herself in, brushing herself off from the many bushes she had to jump into. "Well, that was easy enough, now to find either a vault or a study." the thief said to herself as she began wandering, searching for her quarry.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax nodded approvingly when told that the princess would meet him when she was ready. When the castle guard shouted "Halt!", however, Strax froze, both arms instinctively going to his weapons. After the briefest of glances, however, he realized they were speaking to the young woman from earlier. Strax relaxed, though he was a little puzzled why such a stern tone had been used on a member of the staff. He was even more confused when she responded as if she had done something wrong. Was it normal for them to shout at their workers in this manner? Perhaps she was incompetent and needed a sterner hand? Before he could solve this little riddle, a voice rang out from the stairs, announcing the arrival of the princess. She was a beautiful creature. Thin, but beautiful. The duke fell to one knee, placing his right fist over his heart and bowing his head. He was here to impress, true, but he understood the chain of command well, and she outranked him. It wasn't until she spoke to him directly that he rose to his feet, standing straighter than he had before. "I thank you, Princess Tavia, for your most gracious welcome. I am Duke Strax von Catterwall, and it is my great honor to meet you." He took no offense to annoyance on her face. She was, after all, the princess. "And I thank you for your concern, princess. My journey was indeed secure, if uneventful. I am quite eager to face the challenges you have prepared for me, your highness."</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven Tavia watched the man as he dropped to one knee and bowed to her as she approached him. "Good, he knows his place, for now. She thought to herself as he then rose, her eyes glancing back over at Anna wondering why she looked like she did and the guards around her seeming a bit more stern looking then usual. Priority first, she had a guest that needed tending to first. Her eyes looking back to him and traveled up and down him before meeting his own as he answered her quesetions. "I am glad to hear your travels were safe and secure. There is still time before the events will start, I can see that you are eager, you are the first to arrive. I am pleased that you are here, none the less. " Her tone still strong and stern, her soft side pushed and tucked away, lost deep within her. Looking to the guards now, her eyes tone sounding a bit harsher then whens he had spoke to the Duke. "You. " She turned away from the Duke and walked towards the guard "Will treat the staff with more respect then that. They are the ones that keep this place running. You can show his guards where they will be staying, the guest wing, he gets first pick of whichever room he wants in the wing. " She told him with a hint of annoyance and anger in her voice. Sometimes even the guards needed to be reminded just who ran the castle. Giving a soft sigh as she turned to Anna, her tone completely shifting to a much softer one though it was still strong and authoritive. "Anna, is everything okay here?" Her eyes watching the servant to make sure she didnt try and cover anything up. It annoyed the Princess for guards to talk to the servant as if they were beneath them and trash. True they were not as high up or ranked as a guard, but Tavia knew all to well that her servants kept the place going. She had always demanded they be treated with respect unless they had done something to warrant other wise. Hoping the Duke didnt mind as she had to get things under control, not at all how she wanted to greet the first arrival for the tournament, but there was notihng she could do about it now. After dealing with guards and Anna, she turned back to the Duke and gave a warmer smile to then before. "If you feel up to it, I can personally give you a walk around the castle." Her voice back to the authoritive and stern she had before but holding a bit more of softness then before as well.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Lovecraft@StitchedOwl Anna paused. She watched as the guards all stiffened. The one guard who had yelled at her to halt, and had given her that order, was especially still. They all gulped. She heard them do so. -'y....yes milady." --"O...of course milady." All the guards said one or the other. They scrambled to go do as they were told. That left Anna behind with just the duke, the first suitor to arrive, and the princess herself. Anna gulped. She took a step back. She blinked and looked at the princess when she was addressed. She bowed her head and tried not to make eye contact. She assumed it was disrespectful to even look them in the eye without permission, the princess and her father, the king, that is. "I...I am fine. I...am quite used to it, your' majesty." She attempted to be modest. She did not wish to place any sort of burden or worry on the princess. She was used to being on her own to deal with the guards and such. She hid how nervous and such she was from the princess, or tried to anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "Let's see...kitchens, larder, servant's quarters, storage, guard barracks..." Liv listed as she looked into rooms as she passed by, trying her best to make it look like she was just a lost visitor as she wandered. "Now where would I keep the key to a massive cache of riches if I were royalty?" she thought to herself. When she saw guards patrolling some of the halls she would stick to an obscured corner and pass at the first opportunity, when she found herself near a room where she heard polite...if strained conversations. "Shit, gotta hide." she said to herself, scrambling as she darted into a nearby broom closet, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could in her alarmed state. She took afew moments to correct herself before holding the door knob to keep the door from opening. In her other hand she took out that small silver triangle and winced as it unfolded into a fractal pattern wrapped around her fist, coating her entire right hand in the metal. It wouldn't kill anyone, hell it didn't even enhance any physical attributes, it was just programmable matter that she stole and turned into a multitool of sorts, but it would still hurt...alot.</s>
<\|description\|>Roger D'Monty Gender: Cis Male Sexuality: Asexual Age: 19 Species: Capybara Diet: Herbivore ~~ Height: 5'2'' Weight: 118 lbs Physique: Portly Appearance: Roger is a Capybara, the largest rodent in the world. He towers over other rodents at 5'2'', and weighing 118 lbs, which gives him a full round body like most Capybaras. Roger's body is covered in reddish-brown fur, with webbed fingers, and dark brown eyes hidden under a pair of glasses. Roger wears many different colours of clothing, but most of them feature movie posters or stars. ~~ Personality: Roger is a little bit awkward, but still a fun guy. He loves to talk, and go on and on topics that he finds interesting, sometimes to the point that it is a little much. Roger is a fierce friend, always trying to stand up for those he cares about. While he doesn't usually show it, Roger is very worried about how good he is at things and how others feel about him. But he masks this anxiety with a jolly affect. ~~ History: Roger was born to a large family of Capybaras from the New Birdsey Shore. Roger was the seventh of thirteen kids, always feeling like he was forgotten in the massive size of his family. It didn't help that Roger was a lot different in personality and interests than his family. One such way he was different was that Roger hated the water, something unheard of in a Capybara. While his siblings would go to the beach to surf, Roger would remain home and watch movies. It was in these moments of solitude that Roger found his true interest in life, film. For many years Roger would invest all of his allowance into collecting movies. His family eventually became of his passion for film, so for one special Christmas they gave Roger a video camera so that he could make his own movies. This is still Roger's favourite gift of all time. Roger would spend a lot of his teenage years making home movies. But he quickly realized he was terrible at making films. It was around that time that Roger tried posting movie review videos online. After receiving a good response Roger decided that what he wanted to do with his life was talk about film. To that end he applied for the Cinema Studies program at Eukary University. When the letter of acceptance came in Roger's family was overjoyed but also a little sad since Roger would be leaving the state. As the school year was about to begin, Roger's parents drove him up to the campus and helped set him up in a dorm room. After having a tearful goodbye Roger turned toward the University, ready to begin the next stage of his life. ~~ Class: Middle Class Occupation: Student, Freshman in College (Cinema Studies Major) Relationships: Terrence D'Monty (Father, Policeman) Gwen D'Monty (Mother, Real Estate Broker) Victor D'Monty (Brother, Construction Worker) Julian D'Monty (Brother, Student) Helen D'Monty-Prince (Sister, Bar Owner) Nicholas D'Monty (Brother, Uber Driver) Tina Barrett (Sister, Stay at home mother) Alex D'Monty (Sister, Local Athlete) Derek D'Monty (Brother, Fast Food Employee) Lily D'Monty (Sister, Student) Thomas D'Monty (Brother, Student) Fred D'Monty (Brother, Drop Out) Maria D'Monty (Sister, Student) Martha D'Monty (Sister, Infant)</s> <\|message\|>Gender: :ò Animalia :ò DISCORD New York Times Headlines HUMAN VIRUS RESPONSIBLE FOR GENETIC CONTAMINATION EUKARY UNIVERSITY HOSTING ANNUAL WINTER CARNIVAL! Nothing yet!</s> <\|message\|>Gender: In the Big City... --- --- It's been a few months since I started studying at Eukary University... and I still just can't get over how beautiful and exciting the city is... a young skunk girl thought dreamily as she rested her head against the cold windowpane of the subway train. She was watching soft snow slowly blanket the city go by as the train went by. Her breath fogged up the glass and she sat up to wipe it with one pink-padded paw, before settling back against the window. She sat alone and the other passengers kept their distance, but the girl did not seem to mind-- her head was in the clouds. No incidents yet... but do I dare show my face at Winter Carnival? Ohh... I don't know! There was a dull thud as the small skunk girl hit her head against the windowpane in frustration. Nearby passengers stepped back and looked toward her like she was crazy or diseased...snd maybe she was. Brakes screeched and the subway train came to a halt. There was a ding and a green light flashed above the opening doors, signaling that it was safe to exit. The young skunk girl picked up her backpack and walked down the train stairs, tripping a bit on the last step. "Ah! she called out, as she fell fast toward the ground. She raised her furry arms up instinctively, bracing for the hit-- But instead of hitting the ground, she found herself in strong, fuzzy arms. She slowly opened her eyes to see slitted feline eyes staring back at her. "Hi, are you okay?" he asked, smiling with big, sparkling, sharp teeth. "Ah! Let go of me!" the skunk girl recoiled, pushing out of his arms, stumbling as she went. The guy who helped her--a lion, it appeared--had sadness in his eyes and slowly drew his arms back. She could feel her tail raising, twitching. "I'm fine... sorry!" she apologized quickly, closing her eyes in embarrassment before she ran away. "Wait! You dropped--" he started, but the girl disappeared into the crowd. The lion frowned and crouched down to pick up something that fell out of her bag. A sketchbook? He got back up and brushed a few grains of dirt off the cover to take a better look.</s> <\|message\|>Gender: Melanie Rose Pourri A Sunday in Winter Eukary University Female Dorms, 2nd Floor, w/ Kayla Samson --- --- It was about 6 o'clock pm by the time Melanie the skunk got back from her usual weekend trip to Central Park. The park was beautiful this time of year, and a little beauty and relaxation were definitely what she needed during the holiday season. The hustle and bustle always seemed to make her so nervous, and being nervous meant the potential for accidents. With a deep breath, she took prepared herself for what was next to come. "Melly, Melly, Melly! Welcome back Melly!" a brown blur yapped as soon as she swiped her key card and entered the room. An English Springer Spaniel girl asked as was jumping up and down with excitement. Her metal chain and tag jewelry jingled as she went. "Yes, yes! It's me. You can calm down now, Kayla," Melanie Rose chuckled, patting her twitching tail down before walking inside. "Want to see what I drew for my drawing class assignment today?" the skunk girl asked. The Spaniel nodded and eagerly followed Mel over to her bed, where she plopped her backpack on the bed. "It's open?" Melanie noticed, a feeling of dread weighing down on her chest. She reached in and felt around, finding broken pencils, erasers, some balls of paper, and some odd dirt and lint. Her heart sunk, her eyes closed, and she shook her head. Kayla whimpered and started to reach for Mel comfortingly with one paw, but then held her own paws instead. "It'll turn up, Melly. And if not, you can whip something up in no time!" Kayla offered, trying to cheer her up. Melanie Rose shook her head and her tail drooped. "Well, how about we go get dinner at the cafeteria? Food always cheers you up." Mel rolled her eyes a bit at that, but couldn't help smiling. "Okay, fine, let's go." --- Later that night, Eukary University Cafeteria w/ Kayla Samson "Time for din-din! Let's dig in!" Kayla yipped enthusiastically. She took a spoonful of dry Kibble cereal and munched contently. Mel smiled, watching her for a moment. "Hundreds of different things are served each night, and yet you get the same thing every time. It baffles me," the skunk girl remarked before taking a bite of a veggie-burger. Kayla took a gulp of water from her cup and licked her lips. "But it's so good! Want some?" Melanie shook her head. "Maybe I'll have some tomorrow for breakfast." Kayla continued eating her cereal while Melanie gazed around the room, eating cricket-chips absentmindedly. The cafeteria had been decorated with holiday decorations and was buzzing with excitement. People were gossiping about who was going with who to the Winter Carnival, and who was going to be the Winter King and Queen. There was talk of a white wolf, a perfect nominee for Queen. Big predators always seemed to win beauty and popularity contests. A stinky little skunk like Mel had no chance in a popularity contest. "Do you have a date for the Winter Carnival?" Kayla asked, before taking another bite. Mel looked back to her friend and shook her head. "No, I don't...but..." she trailed off sadly, slumping in her seat as she remembered Prom. A very bad and embarrassing occasion indeed. "How about we go together!" Kayla suggested, her ears perking up. "Two single ladies stealing some sleds, climbing the ice sculptures, crashing the party and eating all the food... It'll be a great time!" Melanie forced a smile to her lips but it didn't reach her eyes. Not having a date wasn't the problem. The real problem was that she was afraid of having another anxiety attack. She would be surrounded by predator species, cute boys, and mean girls... just thinking about her made her tail twitch. "I'll think about it, Kay. I have to redo my art project if I don't find it soon," Mel answered. She felt a little bad for lying to her friend, but it was a convenient excuse.</s> <\|message\|>Lobelia Evans Lobelia Slipping into her room after class letting out a heavy sigh since they were suppose to have been done an hour ago but the Professor insisted they all stay and watching a documentary and then have an open discussion over it. Which led to a big debate with her classmates that led into a fight between two of the elk males in her class. Yawning she slips out of the clothes she wore for the day and into some black yoga shorts and a bright green tank top, sitting down on the floor she pulls on her sneakers tightening the shoelaces before jumping up to grab her headphones and phone as she walks out the door. She doesn't lock up her room since she on the fifth floor of the dorm and all the way at the end of the hall towards the left, there only about ten other people on the floor with her and they are on the right side, which means no one has any reason to come to her room. If any of her friends need her they just send a text or call her demanding that she come outside because they don't want to climb the stairs, heading for the stairs she takes her time stretching out her arms getting her muscles warmed up for her run. The basketball team has a game this weekend and they are up against Raira University which they have lost to every game and the whole team is refusing to lose this time, everyone has been putting in extra practice time. Stepping outside she looks around as she stretches out her legs and smiles breathing in the cool night air before jogging lightly in place as she picks a good song to start off with, she enjoys all type of music though rock is her choice of music for runs. Waving to some others as they greet her on their way into the building she turns up her music and takes off across the quad cutting towards the tree line that's just behind the Science lab building and hits the small trail that is really only gets used by any of the students on the sports team. A few members of the cross country track team run past her and they all just wave in greeting not bothering to stop and exchange pointless words that would mess up their breathing patterns. As she hits the second mile marker her breathing picks up a little as she falls into a easy rhythm needed to ensure she finishes the five mile run.</s>	<\|message\|>Roger D'Monty The young capybara yawned as he exited the dark classroom, his eyes having a little trouble adjusting to the light in the hallway. For the past two hours Roger had been sitting in the dark, with only a video projector illuminating the room. Normally Roger didn't mind such a setting as it meant he was watching a movie, however the current film being shown had failed to keep his interest. This was not the first time Roger had seen Citizen Canine, considered one of the greatest films of all time, but it was the first time in several years. While his film professor had hyped up the film for the past few days, Roger still had the same reaction as when he first watched it, apathy. He didn't get why it was so beloved. Roger was still considering the merits of the film as he made his way down the hallway. He was eventually snapped out of his considerations by the rumbling of his stomach. Roger realized that he had failed to eat today and was now paying the price. As his stomach growled at him, Roger began to crave Beetle Burger. While he himself did not eat insects, they did have good herbivore options such a bark fries. But Roger then remembered that Beetle Burger locations in New York didn't serve bark fries. Roger suspected that it was a cultural thing as there was less capybaras in New York then New Birdsey. With his favourite food unavailable, Roger decided to settle for the school cafeteria. As Roger made his way to the cafeteria, he saw several posters advertising the school's Winter Carnival. While some of the events mentioned sounded fun, Roger felt a slight pang of self pity when he read about the Winter King and Queen. Roger felt that he was the farthest from being King, being a portly rodent and all, but then again he liked to believe he would be too indifferent to try even if he had a more ideal body. That and it was said that the King and Queen often get together, and Roger wasn't interested in finding a Queen. But he pushed that thought aside as he entered the cafeteria.</s>
<\|description\|>Tova Age: 22 Species: Faun --- Appearance: Standing around 5.1ft, Tova is everything one could expect from a faun. A goat's legs, hoofs and tail, goat ears, horns, a flat nose, oval pupils; the whole package. Her fur is a light beige that turns brown towards her hoofs, which corresponds with a matching beige/brown ombre colour in her hair. Her hair is short and curly. She also has fur along her spine and along her underarms and elbows. She had several piercings in each ear. Abilities: Like most fauns, she had a knack for music and her instrument of choice is a wooden transverse flute. The humans say a faun's music can ensnare the mind and make one into a thrall. If there's a faun who can actually do that, Tova had never heard of them. What fauns can do, however, is slightly influence the mood of those around them with their music - though the recipients have to be consenting for it to not be easily ignored. She can't make anyone feel or do anything against their will. She can cause pain if she has to defend herself by playing a high-pitched tune infused with magic to cause headaches of varying degrees. She also has very good balance and agility. Personality/Info: Tova is a tough soul put in an easily frightened body. She is always fighting her prey instincts, which tell her to run and hide at the slightest threat, while her actual self is loud, outgoing, and confident. This conflict of mind and body has more than once led to her cussing someone out for frightening her, while still hiding behind a tree. Items: A light tunic for warmer weather, and a coat and scarf if it gets colder. A backpack to keep said clothes and travel rations and equipment. Her flute hangs from a cord around her neck Backstory: Tova was born in a small faun village in a hidden valley, where she lived the first 20 years of her life in relative peace and happiness. The village kept itself separated from the rest of the world, content to mind its own business away from all the dangers that lurked outside the valley. Tova was told all about them from an early age, and among the worst of them were the monstrous humans. Tova was scared when she was young, but as she grew older she assumed the evil deeds of humans were just something parents told their children to keep them in line. How bad could humans actually be? Bad, it turned out. Very bad. Giving in to her curiosity, Tova had decided to investigate a nearby human village to see the monsters for herself. On her way there, she met a human around her own age, who had been surprisingly friendly. They'd talked for a while, and then parted ways. Relieved and feeling a bit vindicated that the humans weren't such monsters after all, Tova returned to her village to tell of her discovery. Maybe now they would realize they didn't need to live hidden away, and Tova would get more freedom to explore the world. That night, the humans attacked her village. They had followed her, and she had led them straight to her family. The village was burned to the ground and the few surviving fauns scattered, Tova among them. Since then, Tova has lived alone in the woods, too ashamed to search for fellow survivors or other faun villages. She hopes that the Manor could be an escape from her guilt and loneliness.</s> <\|message\|>Gino The restless bones of a fallen soldier pushed past the dense flora of the nearby woods, his lightly-armored frame carelessly bending against branches and brushing against trees as though he were an autonomous machine created solely to move forward. Bits of twigs and foliage clung to the skeleton's armor, and his boots bore a brown coat of earth that had dried and slowly flaked off as he trudged. Consciousness seemed to snap into the undead warrior's mind; he felt small popping and snapping as he began to perceive his surroundings. He was in a forest, which contradicted the last thing he could recall. Gino puzzled how he could have ended up so far away without even noticing and scratched his head with a few spare fingers; that's when he noticed that his blade was drawn. His empty sockets seemed to fixate on his dagger for a moment. There was no fresh blood, which granted Gino a faint wave of relief. Still, he didn't remember drawing it in the first place and that distressed him. Gino went to sheathe his blade but found its home at his waist occupied. His expressionless head tilted a little as he replaced a small, rolled up note with his dagger. The obvious course of action was to read it, and his boney fingers awkwardly unrolled the letter. Gino might have panicked, were he not emotionally drained from his current state of existence. He calmed down as phantom eyes scanned the message once and then twice more. Many of us? Protect ourselves from humans? Gino was a human... Gino was a human. He took in the sight of his exposed bones, and a faint sense of sorrow briefly washed over him. Even though, in his mind, he still believed himself to be human, nobody else would possibly see him that way. Perhaps such a place suited masterless bones like himself. A thought then seated itself in Gino's hollow skull. A mage! A magic user might have the means to restore Gino's life, or perhaps grant him a peaceful death. Maybe, at least, magic could end the skeleton's unconscious wandering... Resolved, Gino clutched the letter and pushed forward. He had no idea where he currently was, but his gut told him that he may have already been headed in the right direction before. Gino moved through the woods, now consciously avoiding obstacles in his surroundings, as a new energy showed in his movements. ---------------- Sometime later, boney fingers wrapped around the bark of a tree, as Gino's skull peeked past it's trunk and his empty eye sockets took in the scene. The building itself looked old, likely erected after his death, but still aged. There were too many birds, but, Gino admitted to himself, they weren't human, and were probably also welcome here. His eyes surveilled down the building's walls until he barely noticed a few people entering the front door. He didn't get a good look, but his old scout's eyes noticed what seemed to be an adult and two children. The three looked human enough, but their features weren't clear from that distance. Still, Gino's shoulders relaxed. Children was a good sign that this place was peaceful. Gino hesitated for a moment longer, fearing his appearance might frighten children, but ultimately acknowledged the inevitable and marched towards the door with determination.</s> <\|message\|>Ophion Ophion had been traveling for some time now. His life as an adventurer had proceeded well enough, but things had been going slowly lately. It had been almost five years since he had seen his homeland, and he expected that it would be at least another five more before he had the wherewithal to return home and use whatever assets he had acquired on his adventures to start an estate of his own. Not for the first time, he silently cursed his hatching order, that he should be denied the life his older brothers enjoyed simply because they happened to be born a few years before he was. But regrets were pointless. The Dracon warmage had heard of a manor he could stay at for a while, or at least he had received instructions from a mysterious letter. Before his mage training, he would have regarded such a missive with suspicion or even fear, but he was no stranger to such magical oddities by now. Not sure if it was a trap or an opportunity, he decided to give the directions a shot. If it was a trap, it would at least give him someone to oppose and acquire treasures from, should he survive the trap. If it was an opportunity to find shelter and the aid of more adventurers, so much the better. If it was a bit of both, he'd deal with each situation as it arose. Supposedly, all would be provided for, including food and shelter. If nothing else, the savings on those things alone could cut down the time it would take for him to earn the money he'd require for his plans back home. Of course, even if his patron was completely honest about providing him with room and board, there would probably be a service expected from him in return. Upon reaching the manor, Ophion saw a few people outside of it. He couldn't quite tell what race they were all supposed to be, but he got the impression that they weren't necessarily native to this land anymore than he was. "Excuse me, but did you all receive the same letter that I did?" Ophion held out the mysterious note for emphasis. For a moment, he wondered if any of them even spoke his language. The dracon was fluent in his native draconic, common, and knew some words of elven. He spoke in common most days since leaving his homeland, but he had a draconic accent, making his speech seem "growly" when pronouncing R and S sounds.</s> <\|message\|>Tova Location: Poorly hidden on the outer side of the cobblestone wall, by the entrance, and easily spotted if someone were to look Tova clutched the mysterious letter to her chest, the paper scrunched from the force of her grip. What the…!? What!? She sat with her back against the low cobblestone wall, just barely hidden by some bushes and curled into a tight ball, staring ahead with wide eyes from what she'd just seen. What the actual ever living fuck!? Gathered in front of the manor - the promised safe manor! - was not only a few human-looking people, but an actual skeleton followed by a giant freaking lizard had just walked right past her hiding place. She could hear her own heart beating rapidly in her chest, and she still had her hand covering her mouth from when she'd had to stop herself from screaming at the sight of the giant lizard. Oh, and had she mentioned the living skeleton!? What in the ever green meadows was this place? The letter had promised a sanctuary, not a house filled with predators! Or well, what she assumed to be predators. For all she knew this was all normal and the world was filled with such creatures, and she just didn't know because of her sheltered upbringing. Gathering her courage, she turned and peeked over the wall. She would wait and see what happened, but if anything seemed even the slightest bit fishy she would be out of there as fast as her hooves could carry her. No sanctuary was worth becoming lizard dinner, thank you very much.</s> <\|message\|>Goroth Goroth had various doubts as he approached this mysterious manor he was supposedly invited to. Like the fact that the letter just mysteriously appeared by him one morning, even though he should be in the middle of nowhere at the time, away from any inhabitants. And the fact that it promised pretty much everything that he himself had to work tirelessly for in the last 2 decades. For free as well apparently. It sounded too good to be true. But he also had to count the fact that it might not be those humans who delivered the letter to him, given he wasn't where they were supposed to be. It had already been over 10 years since he escaped that wretched place. Surely they wouldn't exert that much effort just to find a single orc. Regardless, he was curious enough to go there. If it actually was a trap, then so be it. He's not afraid of a fight. Or death. Travels didn't take that long, as the orc was not afraid of any confrontation with any opposition, human or not, though he wasn't so arrogant to travel the main road in broad daylight. The greatsword hung on his waist while the guandao and the bag of tools and possessions firmly on his back as he gradually approached the manor. The sounds of chirping birds made it a lot less unsettling, but seeing that...whatever is curling up behind the cobblestone wall did. There were also various other creatures outside the manor as well, some of them human-like, but he knew some species just look like that. How envious he was of them, but that's just a fact of life. Regardless, it still wasn't enough to trust this place just yet. Goroth decided not to approach the manor until he knew what is going on. He instead turned straight for the creature hiding behind that cobblestone wall, if he could call it that. "You." The orc, towering over the small faun, in his ironclad armor and weapons right in his hand's reach, pointed at her as he neared. "The hell you up to? You part of this?" His voice was growly and mildly threatening, yet if the faun paid attention, she would notice the same letter she had crumbled in his other hand.</s>	<\|message\|>Tova Tova had been so focused on the scene by the manor that she'd somehow missed the sound of approaching footsteps. So when there was a sudden gravely voice behind her, she was taken by surprise. She whirled around, ungracefully landing on her butt in the dirt, and looked up. And up. And up. Sitting as she was, she barely reached the orcs' kneecaps, and had to tilt her head until her horns hit the wall behind her to see his face. His frowning, tusk clad, red eyed face. Oh gods above, she was going to die. Because she might not know much about whatever beings were gathered in front of the building, but she did know about orcs. Not personally, but there'd been stories aplenty. How they hunted fauns for sport and made their hooves and horns into necklaces, or skewered babies on sticks with cheese for appetizers, or flayed faun hides and made them into hats. Next to humans, there was nothing more dangerous than an orc, and seeing one now for herself she could easily believe it. Should she run? Play dead? Beg for mercy? Oh gods, she was so dead, she was going to be killed she- Okay, okay, hold up. Don't panic. Think, not just feel. Tova managed one full, deep breath instead of hyperventilating. Focus. Maybe...Maybe the orc was here for the same reason she was. The letter had said 'ones humans deemed a threat.' Well, they'd be stupid not to consider the orc a threat. But what if she'd been invited as an orc snack?- No. Bad thoughts. Tova forced herself to tear her eyes away from the orc's face, giving the rest of him a quick once-over and spotted the letter in his hand. The paper was an exact match to her own. Slowly, Tova got to her feet, having to use the wall as support because her knees were shaking like leaves. She no longer cared about staying hidden, because either the orc made her into minced meat on the spot, or he was on her side and could defend her against the others. "I'm - I'm surveying. S-see, we have the - the same letter." She held out her letter, movements stiff and jerky, "So we're both part of this. So - so don't eat me, y-yeah? We can form a truce - an alliance." This was such a bad idea, "Against those others. You'd be the brawn, a-and I'd be the bra-...uh, artistic director. Sounds good?"</s>
<\|description\|>Tova Age: 22 Species: Faun --- Appearance: Standing around 5.1ft, Tova is everything one could expect from a faun. A goat's legs, hoofs and tail, goat ears, horns, a flat nose, oval pupils; the whole package. Her fur is a light beige that turns brown towards her hoofs, which corresponds with a matching beige/brown ombre colour in her hair. Her hair is short and curly. She also has fur along her spine and along her underarms and elbows. She had several piercings in each ear. Abilities: Like most fauns, she had a knack for music and her instrument of choice is a wooden transverse flute. The humans say a faun's music can ensnare the mind and make one into a thrall. If there's a faun who can actually do that, Tova had never heard of them. What fauns can do, however, is slightly influence the mood of those around them with their music - though the recipients have to be consenting for it to not be easily ignored. She can't make anyone feel or do anything against their will. She can cause pain if she has to defend herself by playing a high-pitched tune infused with magic to cause headaches of varying degrees. She also has very good balance and agility. Personality/Info: Tova is a tough soul put in an easily frightened body. She is always fighting her prey instincts, which tell her to run and hide at the slightest threat, while her actual self is loud, outgoing, and confident. This conflict of mind and body has more than once led to her cussing someone out for frightening her, while still hiding behind a tree. Items: A light tunic for warmer weather, and a coat and scarf if it gets colder. A backpack to keep said clothes and travel rations and equipment. Her flute hangs from a cord around her neck Backstory: Tova was born in a small faun village in a hidden valley, where she lived the first 20 years of her life in relative peace and happiness. The village kept itself separated from the rest of the world, content to mind its own business away from all the dangers that lurked outside the valley. Tova was told all about them from an early age, and among the worst of them were the monstrous humans. Tova was scared when she was young, but as she grew older she assumed the evil deeds of humans were just something parents told their children to keep them in line. How bad could humans actually be? Bad, it turned out. Very bad. Giving in to her curiosity, Tova had decided to investigate a nearby human village to see the monsters for herself. On her way there, she met a human around her own age, who had been surprisingly friendly. They'd talked for a while, and then parted ways. Relieved and feeling a bit vindicated that the humans weren't such monsters after all, Tova returned to her village to tell of her discovery. Maybe now they would realize they didn't need to live hidden away, and Tova would get more freedom to explore the world. That night, the humans attacked her village. They had followed her, and she had led them straight to her family. The village was burned to the ground and the few surviving fauns scattered, Tova among them. Since then, Tova has lived alone in the woods, too ashamed to search for fellow survivors or other faun villages. She hopes that the Manor could be an escape from her guilt and loneliness.</s> <\|message\|>Gino Gino's advance slowed to a halt as more people gathered before the manor's front doors. A few had slipped in, but it seemed that more had began to accumulate outside. The skeleton took in the sight around him for a moment, surprised and a little uneasy. Plenty of the figures gathering here could reasonably pass for human, at least at first glance, but the red-scaled Dracon certainly stood out as he held up a letter, likely identical to the one Gino possessed. The skeleton was still in silent awe, but managed to respond to the dragon-kin by silently plucking his own invitation from its resting place at his side and holding it up for the Dracon to see. Gino's head turned as he continued to scout out the other newcomers. A young, human-looking male seemed to acknowledge Gino as he slipped inside the curious manor, an event that granted Gino some mild relief. Nobody was running or screaming or brandishing weapons. A variety of different kinds of people assembled here, presumably all seeking refuge and acceptance like he had. It was kind of heartwarming but bittersweet to Gino, knowing that when he was alive, he would have been the very thing these people fled from. Memories of ancient war crimes caused his empty-socketted gaze to fix itself upon a towering, armor-clad orc. Beyond him, much lower to the ground, was a shaking, almost cowering woman who was, at least partially, covered in fur. With everything going on, Gino couldn't hear them speak to understand the situation, and chose to silently watch the encounter play out. Even if the massive orc intended to hurt her, would he dare do so here? How would the others react? What about the mage that supposedly summoned them all here? Moreover, what did he plan to do if things did get violent? In life, he wouldn't stand a chance against this behomoth humanoid alone. Now, with battered and misplaced gear, he certainly couldn't interfere in any significant capacity. Despite everything, Gino noticed a tension in his stance. His blade hand was still holding up the invitation, but he noticed his grip on his shield had tightened in suspense...</s> <\|message\|>Goroth The sight of a shaking and bumbling faun would be a little funny if she hadn't been a faun. One of those creatures he viewed good when dead, since their meat was admittedly delicious, their furs made great coats and blanket, but after his departure from human settlement and became a wanderer, he gradually find less pleasure in the slaughter of these naturally cowardly creatures. Not even as warriors to warriors. So lucky for her, he had no intention of making her his snack. Given the letter she also showed him, this probably meant both of them were in on this offer, that they would live together in this manor, in peace, fending off humans if they show up. The orc too signed up for this deal, though more out of curiosity than anything, but that still meant he was bound to honor his end. What the actual purpose of this letter was also a matter of concern, though if he thought clearly about it, she probably is too much of a daisy to actually plan harm. "Hmph. Artistic director." Goroth scoffed at the euphemism. If she meant being the boss that told him what to do, she'd be better off outright saying so. He had been a slave for almost a decade, then a mercenary to be bossed around for over one. He knew the hierarchy. "If that's all you're good for, then so be it." Though he didn't have much intention on actually following her advice if she said anything. He wasn't going to snoop around looking dumb. He'd approach the manor directly. If these people had no intention of upholding their end of the deal, then he'd have the honor of having their head. And oh boy, someone was already down for the test. This skeleton, having clearly been under the earth for too long, with his rusted armor and battered targe, was observing Goroth from afar. The orc didn't need to look him in the eye to know he was tensed up. Every minor detail in his body screamed that. In turn, as the orc neared the skeleton and the group of creatures gathering outside the manor, his walking stance shifted from normal walk to a slow forward leg shuffling along the ground. His red eyes stared locked at where the skeleton's eyes would have been, while the letter was held out for everybody close by. "Who's the mage who sent this?" He curtly asked, assuming they knew the details. @Roundabout</s>	<\|message\|>Tova Tova's chin dropped when the orc said he agreed to her deal, fear momentarily forgotten, "What, really? I mean, good, good. Then - hey, 'all I'm good for'? Now let me tell you something, you big - Wait!" The orc ignored her - or didn't hear her - and had started walking towards the manor, "Hey, wait for me!" As he took one step to her four, she had to trot to keep up with him. The manor towered before them. She'd never been near a structure like it. Her village had consisted of mostly huts and tents, and even if she knew other races - humans in particular - liked to build big, sturdy stone houses, she'd only ever seen human settlements from afar. Looking at it almost made her feel the opposite of claustrophobia, but at the same time also made her wonder with some anticipation if she'd be able to scale the exterior all the way to the roof. The view from up there had to be amazing. Once the orc came to a stop, she made sure to stay mostly hidden behind him, peeking out around his massive frame. She eyed the others suspiciously, waiting to see how they'd react to the orc's question.</s>
<\|description\|>Goroth Age: 32 Species: Mountain Orc Abilities: Physically speaking, Goroth possesses super strength that exceed most humanoid creatures. While his skins are not resistant to sharp weapons, he can take on blunt attacks head on. He is also resistant to cold weather. Skill-wise, Goroth is a dangerous melee fighter, skilled in both unarmed combat and many conventional melee weapon. However the greatsword and the guandao are two of his favorite weapons and that he has mastered the art of wielding such weapon. He is, however, incapable of performing magic nor is resistant to magic attacks. Appearance: Typical of mountain orcs, Goroth is 9'1 (2.76 meters tall) and weighed 359 lbs (162kg). He has green skins and bloodshot red eyes and black tattoo across his left eye given to him by his tribes in his younger days. Personality/Info: Goroth is aggressive, bombastic and rude most often. The default expression you'll likely see on his face is of mild annoyance, any time anything or anyone dares to bother him or does not go his way. He gets angry quite easily, as typical of the orcs, and is keen to outburst when things come his way. But having learnt a great degree of self-control, he rarely actually react violently. The outburst are more for venting easily pent-up anger. Unlike his old tribes, Goroth is a very principled individual. Having been separated with his tribe and forced to be slaves among humans for a while, Goroth soon found himself more familiar with some human philosophies and lifestyle. He hates humans, but gained a rare but profound respect of their culture, in particular their self-discipline (at least in principles). After escaping human captivity, Goroth continued his days devoting himself to the perfection of his craft. Items: Goroth wears a set of plate mail armor covering all but his head. He also carries around a set of weapon and tools, most notably his single-edged greatsword and the guandao, in which he is willing to use against any hostile foe. Backstory: Goroth is quite possibly the last person alive of his tribe... When Goroth was merely 10 years old, human settlers discovered the location of his tribe's settlement. Feeling threatened by the orc's presence, the groups of humans made demands for the tribe to relocate, in which given the aggressive and uncompromising culture of his people, they refused. Soon, the humans proceeded to raid the place time and time again. The first few attempts were thwarted, but as time went by, the human group began to mass more warriors to chase out the barbaric tribe as they call them. Eventually, the defense could not hold, and the inhabitants were either put to the sword or sent into slavery for the humans. Goroth luckily due to his young age, was among the latter group. He was put in chains and marched to human settlements to be sold off. Eventually he was given to the possession of a rather minor lord in the region who demanded slaves of great physical ability to help out with the construction of his village. Life was brutal and hellish being slaves, but he did get to witness (although from afar) human lifestyle. Ironically, despite loathing his human overlord to the depths of hell, Goroth actually admired some of their lifestyle. The discipline, courage and self-respect displayed by some of the humans intrigued him. He also found curiosity in their weapon choices, in particular the sword and spear. And so, every day, for 8 years, Goroth observed the humans, not just for the curiosity of their culture, but also for a way out. One day, a birth celebration of an important family member was held, and guards were sparse where he was held captive. He had his chance, and he took it. Goroth broke the chains keeping him captive for years, killed/knocked out the guards, stole some of the human weapons and equipment before fleeing into the night before the humans could recapture him. Goroth managed to escape the clutch of humanity, but he had learnt a bunch from them. From then on, he lived life like a ronin, wandering around in the wilderness, sometimes appearing to do various odd jobs, attaining money and other equipment like his armor from there. But every single day without fail, he would practice with the weapons that he stole from the humans on that day, using the knowledge that he observed for 8 years long.</s> <\|message\|>Gino The restless bones of a fallen soldier pushed past the dense flora of the nearby woods, his lightly-armored frame carelessly bending against branches and brushing against trees as though he were an autonomous machine created solely to move forward. Bits of twigs and foliage clung to the skeleton's armor, and his boots bore a brown coat of earth that had dried and slowly flaked off as he trudged. Consciousness seemed to snap into the undead warrior's mind; he felt small popping and snapping as he began to perceive his surroundings. He was in a forest, which contradicted the last thing he could recall. Gino puzzled how he could have ended up so far away without even noticing and scratched his head with a few spare fingers; that's when he noticed that his blade was drawn. His empty sockets seemed to fixate on his dagger for a moment. There was no fresh blood, which granted Gino a faint wave of relief. Still, he didn't remember drawing it in the first place and that distressed him. Gino went to sheathe his blade but found its home at his waist occupied. His expressionless head tilted a little as he replaced a small, rolled up note with his dagger. The obvious course of action was to read it, and his boney fingers awkwardly unrolled the letter. Gino might have panicked, were he not emotionally drained from his current state of existence. He calmed down as phantom eyes scanned the message once and then twice more. Many of us? Protect ourselves from humans? Gino was a human... Gino was a human. He took in the sight of his exposed bones, and a faint sense of sorrow briefly washed over him. Even though, in his mind, he still believed himself to be human, nobody else would possibly see him that way. Perhaps such a place suited masterless bones like himself. A thought then seated itself in Gino's hollow skull. A mage! A magic user might have the means to restore Gino's life, or perhaps grant him a peaceful death. Maybe, at least, magic could end the skeleton's unconscious wandering... Resolved, Gino clutched the letter and pushed forward. He had no idea where he currently was, but his gut told him that he may have already been headed in the right direction before. Gino moved through the woods, now consciously avoiding obstacles in his surroundings, as a new energy showed in his movements. ---------------- Sometime later, boney fingers wrapped around the bark of a tree, as Gino's skull peeked past it's trunk and his empty eye sockets took in the scene. The building itself looked old, likely erected after his death, but still aged. There were too many birds, but, Gino admitted to himself, they weren't human, and were probably also welcome here. His eyes surveilled down the building's walls until he barely noticed a few people entering the front door. He didn't get a good look, but his old scout's eyes noticed what seemed to be an adult and two children. The three looked human enough, but their features weren't clear from that distance. Still, Gino's shoulders relaxed. Children was a good sign that this place was peaceful. Gino hesitated for a moment longer, fearing his appearance might frighten children, but ultimately acknowledged the inevitable and marched towards the door with determination.</s> <\|message\|>Ophion Ophion had been traveling for some time now. His life as an adventurer had proceeded well enough, but things had been going slowly lately. It had been almost five years since he had seen his homeland, and he expected that it would be at least another five more before he had the wherewithal to return home and use whatever assets he had acquired on his adventures to start an estate of his own. Not for the first time, he silently cursed his hatching order, that he should be denied the life his older brothers enjoyed simply because they happened to be born a few years before he was. But regrets were pointless. The Dracon warmage had heard of a manor he could stay at for a while, or at least he had received instructions from a mysterious letter. Before his mage training, he would have regarded such a missive with suspicion or even fear, but he was no stranger to such magical oddities by now. Not sure if it was a trap or an opportunity, he decided to give the directions a shot. If it was a trap, it would at least give him someone to oppose and acquire treasures from, should he survive the trap. If it was an opportunity to find shelter and the aid of more adventurers, so much the better. If it was a bit of both, he'd deal with each situation as it arose. Supposedly, all would be provided for, including food and shelter. If nothing else, the savings on those things alone could cut down the time it would take for him to earn the money he'd require for his plans back home. Of course, even if his patron was completely honest about providing him with room and board, there would probably be a service expected from him in return. Upon reaching the manor, Ophion saw a few people outside of it. He couldn't quite tell what race they were all supposed to be, but he got the impression that they weren't necessarily native to this land anymore than he was. "Excuse me, but did you all receive the same letter that I did?" Ophion held out the mysterious note for emphasis. For a moment, he wondered if any of them even spoke his language. The dracon was fluent in his native draconic, common, and knew some words of elven. He spoke in common most days since leaving his homeland, but he had a draconic accent, making his speech seem "growly" when pronouncing R and S sounds.</s> <\|message\|>Tova Location: Poorly hidden on the outer side of the cobblestone wall, by the entrance, and easily spotted if someone were to look Tova clutched the mysterious letter to her chest, the paper scrunched from the force of her grip. What the…!? What!? She sat with her back against the low cobblestone wall, just barely hidden by some bushes and curled into a tight ball, staring ahead with wide eyes from what she'd just seen. What the actual ever living fuck!? Gathered in front of the manor - the promised safe manor! - was not only a few human-looking people, but an actual skeleton followed by a giant freaking lizard had just walked right past her hiding place. She could hear her own heart beating rapidly in her chest, and she still had her hand covering her mouth from when she'd had to stop herself from screaming at the sight of the giant lizard. Oh, and had she mentioned the living skeleton!? What in the ever green meadows was this place? The letter had promised a sanctuary, not a house filled with predators! Or well, what she assumed to be predators. For all she knew this was all normal and the world was filled with such creatures, and she just didn't know because of her sheltered upbringing. Gathering her courage, she turned and peeked over the wall. She would wait and see what happened, but if anything seemed even the slightest bit fishy she would be out of there as fast as her hooves could carry her. No sanctuary was worth becoming lizard dinner, thank you very much.</s>	<\|message\|>Goroth Goroth had various doubts as he approached this mysterious manor he was supposedly invited to. Like the fact that the letter just mysteriously appeared by him one morning, even though he should be in the middle of nowhere at the time, away from any inhabitants. And the fact that it promised pretty much everything that he himself had to work tirelessly for in the last 2 decades. For free as well apparently. It sounded too good to be true. But he also had to count the fact that it might not be those humans who delivered the letter to him, given he wasn't where they were supposed to be. It had already been over 10 years since he escaped that wretched place. Surely they wouldn't exert that much effort just to find a single orc. Regardless, he was curious enough to go there. If it actually was a trap, then so be it. He's not afraid of a fight. Or death. Travels didn't take that long, as the orc was not afraid of any confrontation with any opposition, human or not, though he wasn't so arrogant to travel the main road in broad daylight. The greatsword hung on his waist while the guandao and the bag of tools and possessions firmly on his back as he gradually approached the manor. The sounds of chirping birds made it a lot less unsettling, but seeing that...whatever is curling up behind the cobblestone wall did. There were also various other creatures outside the manor as well, some of them human-like, but he knew some species just look like that. How envious he was of them, but that's just a fact of life. Regardless, it still wasn't enough to trust this place just yet. Goroth decided not to approach the manor until he knew what is going on. He instead turned straight for the creature hiding behind that cobblestone wall, if he could call it that. "You." The orc, towering over the small faun, in his ironclad armor and weapons right in his hand's reach, pointed at her as he neared. "The hell you up to? You part of this?" His voice was growly and mildly threatening, yet if the faun paid attention, she would notice the same letter she had crumbled in his other hand.</s>
<\|description\|>Runem McDregaul Race: Half-blooded minotaur. Age: Looks about 20+, actual age 34 Sex: Female Appearance: Plain and homely, she was not in anyway a head turning beauty. Her horns weren't as large as it could be, and she was lanky where most of her tribe was large, well shaped, and had well defined muscles. Personality: Irritable, and unsociable. She looks more than happy to never talk to someone else ever again. Never actually refuses to help anyone in need of help. History: The runt of clan Dregaul, born of a father who once took a human wife, and had never been the same after she died. He took care of her as best he can, even if she did not quite fit in with the clan. While the clan considers her their own, and will defend her as readily as they would any other, it was obvious she would only ever be the runt, lacking the defined body of the minotaur, having instead a thin lanky body. She takes care of the newly made pub, as her father put her foremost in that position. Runem can't be sure if this was a way for her father to make sure she's safe, or it was just a convenient place to put someone who can't do anything else like her. Equipments: - Personal Ability: She has a head for numbers and had a great memory, not exactly what Clan Dregaul values the most, but valuable when running the pub. Intelligent, if not well educated.</s> <\|message\|>Fyr There was a rather small looking figure standing in front of the counter, its head barely situated high up enough to see what was lying where on the counter comfortably. A reddish, leathery looking hand reached for the piece of parchment. The style those humans, kobolds and whatever they called themselves employed to put down their words had not lost its weirdness towards Fyr ever since he had seen it for the first time, and still the demon was convinced that he would be able to teach them a more efficient one. If they'd only listen... So a peasant needed help ? Fyr looked at the piece of bread in his hands he had just taken another bite off. Maybe they'd be able to get some particularly fresh one there if they'd do a good job ? The only problem was that the request was hopelessly unspecific, not stating any vital detail about the problem at hand. It could be a simple, boring one-man job or something that'd require a dozen elite warriors. "I'd wish they'd do a better job at preparing those requests..." Fyr commented, sighing. "So, any takers ? If so, consider myself a companion for this." The demon let go of a less than subtle grin. He knew that not everybody liked him. Some didn't by default, others only when he had pulled something off again that was flat-out wrong in their eyes. Fyr took another bite, then decided to stuff the humble remainder of the bread right into his mouth as well. "Does anybody know how far this farm is away from us ?"</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain Smithing was good, honest work. Unfortunately for someone like Amitha, it wasn't enough to subside on. Most of the honest, simple crafts were easily handled by other smiths. Horse shoes were a nice, stable source of income. Unfortunately, such work was more often left to farriers who specialized in such a thing. The simple works were easily left with the other, cheaper blacksmiths. Long-term work was left to the smiths and craftsmen who could read contracts. This left her in a perilous predicament: unable to do meaningful amounts of both skillful and unskilled work. However, her skills could perhaps be leveraged in other ways. When news broke about jobs opening up to those who possessed special powers, Amitha knew she had an opportunity to make coin again. If she could get enough coins, she could finally sate her appetite instead of eating just enough to survive! So there she was: at a no name bar which had just opened. Did they even serve food there? Maybe. She was crouching in front of the bartop, her chin barely above the counter top. "What say?" She inquired as her arm stretched to point at the piece of paper.</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng had gotten a verbal message about a meeting point for Spikers for the King. A strange inn or bar where jobs would be posted and others would meet. Maybe even the King would show up at one point. The information didn't cause any noticeable excitement as he lumbered through the town to the building. It looked like any other type of inn, but served a greater purpose than sleep and food and drink. Possibly, they'd find out if it did or not. Opening the door he held the upper part of its frame and ducked inside, and remained hunched somewhat. This was not a building designed with the more giant of the minotaurs in mind. It wasn't any different from any other building not specifically built by his kind. Luckily a strong back was something he had. His crimson gaze scanned the people within, a male demon, a woman with horns, and a half-breed. He scanned Runem a moment, taking in the small minotaur features she had. A snort of steam came from him as he approached the counter. It was frowned on to produce half-breeds, but he had gotten his own fair share of shit for being different he wouldn't treat her the same way. She showed the ones present a piece of paper with frantic writing and vague details. Really just a cry for help and that it was one of the outlying farms. The half-breed behind the counter, Runem, mentioned another coming and introductions. Ugh...introductions... The demon said he'd tag along with whoever went on the job., Which currently was only three people present that wasn't doing anything. The horned woman...couldn't read. He wasn't the most well versed in words upon paper but at least he could get the basics! He sighed while rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his hand. "It's a request for help from an outlying farm of the city." He rumbled down to the crouching goat woman. That voice sounded like it could crumble a mountain from how deep it was.</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) _-.-_ -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ Enter an odd situation - youtu.be/EOttMZAaURE A room of colorful dissonance¡ A Tavern for king, bad decisions, and community service can have you question your life choices in more ways than one. Now a tavern requesting persons to aid the kingdom wasn't the worst idea. Now one could find themselves becoming more confident in taking up a mighty task with a sip of alcohol or simply becoming too inebriated to realize what they were signing up for. Either way Tash's stature of stupid seemingly would make him susceptible to the tavern's manipulation. Tash had passed the tavern before while it was under construction; he was being escorted by guards for a talk several months ago that led to a deal, "calm down on the hunts." He was let go, but as a additive to the deal he had to bring a deer to the local butcher shop "out of the goodness of your scaly heart." Now we was craving deer and the only way he could avoid trouble was to buy back the meet that he had bought the butcher. Fortunately the butcher caught wind of the coin that was being offered at the tavern. Tash pointed to the butcher asking him for work, but the butcher didn't need another had at the time. Now at the tavern, standing near the entrance door, a little too close, was Tash whom startled themselves. He had accidently shut the door behind them with a flick his tail after he entered. There around him were an assortment of strong looking individuals, that Tash felt a bit intimated by, but at least being in back made him feel more comfortable. Tash took note that the people in front of him; most of them were of races he had never see before. Were they like him Tash wondered recalling his odd past with waking up a naked lizard boi* in some abandoned place? Perhaps all of them had their own book and could help him understand how to pronounce 'cannybull's' for the "Cannibal's Curry" recipe. He took note of the huge Minotaur that he had followed into the building and took a side step to the right clearing way of the door entrance incase someone else would come in during his stay. He took in the pub for the first time admiring the barrels of alcohol packed behind Runem. While the other's were asking questions and making statements, Runem was cleaning out a mug that made Tash ask, "Was someone drinking before we came here?" Tash realized he had made his attention known more so now speaking up from the back and started looking away from everyone trying to receive less self educed embarrassment. Tash Tucked his clawed hands into his pockets and leaned back against the wall pinning his tail and spike between his shoulder blades waiting for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnSome sort of pub... --- "That would be me." A voice replied to the inquisitive dragon-man. It was a soothing baritone, almost harmonic. Unnoticed by the other patrons, perhaps due to his patient stillness, or more likely the fact he decided to wear a dark hood and sit himself in the corner of the bar, was a hooded figure, enjoying a mug of fruity wine clutched by a pale hand wearing a glistening gem-bearing silver ring. Leaning on the bar next to him was some sort of long blade, wrapped meticulously in parchment. Swiftly, he finished the rest of his drink, allowing the wine to flow smoothly into his throat before placing the mug gently onto the counter. Standing up, he removed his hood, his white hair shimmering with his movement, before turning to face everyone else. A 6'4 Bright Elf bearing a mithril circlet and a soft expression. His eyes were closed, yet at the same time, it felt as if he were scrutinizing everyone else in the room. With a stroke of his chin and a nod, he lifted his blade up, bringing it to a harness attached to his belt. To those who were trained in the combat arts, it seemed that this elf moved with careful deliberation, almost efficiently. To others, he seemed... strange. Both fast and slow at the same time. Such was the nature of elves, whose entire body chemistry was slower than the younger races. "Galain Jinn." He spoke, revealing himself to be one of the few raiders who once served that freak of nature who almost brought down the Bronze Castle once more. "It seems that we are all gathered to this guild for the same reason. I'm sure you all have one of these, as well." Pulling back the sleeve from his left arm, Galain revealed his ring to everyone else. It wasn't quite hard to miss, and didn't even require him to pull his sleeve back in order to show it. However, the gesture would soon make sense as the stone inlaid within the ring began to glow, causing his finger to bleed. Scarlet strands trickled down to his bear arm, revealing that this ring was more than it appeared. Yes, it seemed the ring was spiked onto the elf.</s>	<\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Runem barely batted an eye at the strange ensemble of characters in front of her, not even the white minotaur. As the elf stood up, she turned her head. "5 coppers for that fruit wine. Don't run off and leave your debt unpaid, Muzkaag." Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted immediately by a loud crash into one of the windows. A moment of silence, before it opened abruptly and a feathery head popped in cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING!" An almost earshattering greetings for so early in the morning, but that was why harpies were often messengers; it was very hard to ignore one trying to tell you something. This one rubbed her slightly reddened nose, before bending forwards, letting the bag lower enough for her dexterous claws to rifle through the contents and picking out another sooty, badly scrawled letter. "Clan Wolfbane would like to add more to the request they posted here. They need help very soon. E..Enm... Enimy? Will come soon. Please help." Flipping the paper to make sure nothing else was written on it, the harpy bowed and took a running hop before flapping into the air, presumably to continue delivering more messages. "Hnngh... Why can't they just read the letters normally..." Runem picked up the cleaning cloth again. "Well, ya heard the bird. Sounds like introductions can wait. The farm is on the outskirts past the second tower to the west. Yeah, it's very out there, but one of them told me the soil was good there or something. Better get a move on." Whatever they did, it was obvious at least that they had to go right now. It was not just about accepting the job after all, it was about the people here as well. That farm succumbing from whatever ails it would mean not only would they not get paid, but the produce that would have come from it would not be feeding any hungry belly in the Castle, including theirs. When they made their way there, the well travelled, and well lived in looking areas quickly turned to jungle trails and thick foliage, filled with the usual cacophony of animals and creatures. The cool air and heady smell of the jungle, of the life living there combined to make a smell all of them would be familiar with. Here there was no civilization, only the cold brutal honesty of living. With nothing more threatening than a herd of armored rhinolike creatures scraping at tree barks with their forked horns in their path, they arrived at the farm with nary an incident. They could hear the farm long before they arrived, the yips and barks of the kobold language readily apparent as they approached. The guard at the edge of the farm let out a series of short clipped barks as soon as it saw them, echoed by several distant kobolds as it finishes. Running on all fours at them, it was wagging its tail furiously as it greeted them. "Hail friend. Come help? See note? Help us?" Every word was barked out, the guard looking hopefully at them. Behind them lied the farm, a relatively wide flat area where small shrubs bearing purple hooked fruits was planted in a line. A furhook berry farm, it seemed.</s>
<\|description\|>Runem McDregaul Race: Half-blooded minotaur. Age: Looks about 20+, actual age 34 Sex: Female Appearance: Plain and homely, she was not in anyway a head turning beauty. Her horns weren't as large as it could be, and she was lanky where most of her tribe was large, well shaped, and had well defined muscles. Personality: Irritable, and unsociable. She looks more than happy to never talk to someone else ever again. Never actually refuses to help anyone in need of help. History: The runt of clan Dregaul, born of a father who once took a human wife, and had never been the same after she died. He took care of her as best he can, even if she did not quite fit in with the clan. While the clan considers her their own, and will defend her as readily as they would any other, it was obvious she would only ever be the runt, lacking the defined body of the minotaur, having instead a thin lanky body. She takes care of the newly made pub, as her father put her foremost in that position. Runem can't be sure if this was a way for her father to make sure she's safe, or it was just a convenient place to put someone who can't do anything else like her. Equipments: - Personal Ability: She has a head for numbers and had a great memory, not exactly what Clan Dregaul values the most, but valuable when running the pub. Intelligent, if not well educated.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- The elf was pleased to be among the kobolds. They were definitely one of the easier monstrous races to get along with. If Galain had not taken classes regarding ethics and slavery, he would have bought one for himself to serve as his own companion. He ignored the silent judgment of his companions, primarily because they weren't saying anything, and continued to pat the kobold guardsman on the head comfortingly before they were all brought to the supposed "enimy." Making their way deeper into the fields of the farm, Galain clutched his blade by its sheath to prepare himself, taking note of how organized these hounds really were. It was quite impressive, really, despite how primitively ill-equipped they were. The more Galain thought about it, however, the more it made sense. Kobolds were essentially just walking, talking dogs in the end, and dogs thrived in packs as they were social animals. To see them all organized in such a way was only natural. In the end, however, hounds were still hounds, and Galain took note of how they could improve upon their positioning. Seeing the Kobold Chief as well as his retinue prepare for an attack, Galain also made sure to ready himself as well, holding his wrapped blade to his side and unraveling the thread that held its paper bindings together. With his dominant hand hovering over the handle of his blade, he watched carefully at the rustling of leaves. Galain poised himself to leap forward at whatever foul monstrosity would show its face at the group. Galain's particular style of swordsmanship was unalike to much of his kin. Rather than flashy swordplay, it relied wholly on efficiency, making use of every movement one would make in combat. Among the many hallmarks of his style was the art of the draw. It's because of this that Galain chose a uniquely forged blade, one that would allow Galain to act as soon as combat began. For someone whose techniques rely primarily on defense, it was important for Galain to develop some that would take advantage of any openings he would find. And what better opening there was in combat than attacking before the battle even began? However, even Galain was caught off guard by the appearance of... that thing. Galain knew that if the kobolds needed immediate help, it wouldn't be for something so mundane. As a matter of fact, they were right to ask for help! Its fear-inducing honk almost caused Galain to falter... In truth, Galain was quite unimpressed. He decided to make it a point to approach the beast rather casually before wacking it across the side of the head with his sheathed blade.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul With the beast slain thus, it seemed all would be fine and done. Of course, nothing was truly that easy. But it was not so, true these small flightless birds were a menace to kobolds, and anyone who had experience with them knew that the rows of serrated teeth on its beak while able to tear through flesh was more for tearing through tough fruit skins. The real danger these birds posed would be through their legs, with powerful kicks able to bruise and even break bones if one was not wary. That, and their numbers. Almost immediately the brush broke into a flurry of honking birds, rushing towards the farms. By now the staggered formations of the kobold would have made sense; without the advantage of size and weight, a proper battle line would just result in them being knocked over and overrun immediately. Staggered, they could slay what they could, leaving those who rushed past them to those behind them, and hopefully thin them enough that none remained alive to reach the crops. A wave of the birds crested over them, a veritable mob of angry honking and birds. Whatever tactics they used, it was clear they needed to thin the birds number quickly if they didn't fancy being kicked around.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- No sooner did Galain realize what he had done was a mistake until after completing his initial swing. His sensitive ears picked up the rustling quite easily, but he did not realize such rustling was indicative of something much worse to come. As such, he was at the forefront of the horde of raptors. A disadvantageous position for sure had it not been for his proficiency with the blade and his specific quirk. One of his eyes opened, revealing a glint of determination as he once again placed his hand on his blade. Like a flash of thunder, his blade withdrew from its sheath as he swiped at the oncoming wave of birb. To the kobolds, as well as to the rest of his party, the rapid swings of his blade appeared as if he was fashioning a silver net to contain a portion of the horde from advancing. In actuality, Galain was performing a simple swinging exercise, one that was meant to target every single potential opening from an opponent. As he swung his blade, Galain also kept his feet rooted to the ground. He had chosen to rely not on his frail Elven toughness, but instead the passive ability of his spike. With a standing offense and a hardy stance, Galain was sure he would not be trampled by the likes of these feathered menaces!</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng watched the interaction between elf and kobold before shaking his head. Apparently they knew when the enemy would be coming so they were led further onto the farm. Here they met the kobold chief, but was he the overall chief or just chief of the kobolds on the farm? Sighing they were led to the edge of the farm where more of the little furry yappers were positioned in a staggered line. Well that was smart, they didn't have big shields or a particularly powerful figure to hold up to a charge of...anything really. He always pictured kobolds to be hit and runners like goblins tended to be. Still the kobolds were growing more agitated before two ran out of the bushes, weapons in maws to use their canine bodies to really scamper. Were they scouts, were they leading the 'enimy' here? What was their purpose? Whatever, the giants eyes turned back towards the foliage just to see this little dinky bird creature come out and honk. He'd sigh, but he didn't forget that kobolds weren't much larger than this creature. What would be little baby cuts on him could be life-threatening wounds on the canines. The elf, Galain, approached the bird casually before whacking it across the head with his sheathed sword. Feng approached the downed animal and picked it up by its neck between his finger and thumb. He didn't get time to examine it when even more of the little feathered vermin rushed out of the foliage. Okay, the bird was a flock animal...a big flock. Dropping the first one to appear back to the ground his axe left his shoulder and was swept low across the ground with a single muscular arm. That sweep alone took out four of the little rushing creatures. their bodies weren't cut in twain as if it were a sword or even a metal axe. They were splattered and broken from the force of the blow, the stone axe acting more like a cudgel than a cutting took. His hand shifted, turning the weapon at the end of his controlled swing before it came back for another powerful sweep into the crowd of honking birds.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain "Anenome!" Amitha let out as her war cry. However, she wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith. Even then, that was a tenuous claim. Usually, an intelligent fighter would perhaps funnel the enemy. Use their numbers against them. Deploy a form of tactics that would ensure that the line is held and the bird beasts are left dazed and confused. So of course, what Amitha did was pick up the knocked out bird beast by the throat and swung it around as a weapon. She was a goat, damn it. Not a thinker. The only thing she could think about was how many of these birds she could eat when this was all over!</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) The elf took out the goose monster swiftly just to have a hoard-more spawn out of the bushes nearby. Kobolds in a line to defend, elf ran off to continue to flex his practiced talents, and Amitha armed herself with the recently knocked out goose. Tash watched Feng start shaking his head again and began to think it was some kind of thinking gesture, after all Feng seemingly kept doing it before some of his actions. Tash mimicked Feng before Feng ran off with the others. Tash ran in as some of the stray geese began getting really close to the crops. Running in a line between the billed birbs Tash reached out grabbing neck after neck creating a upside down bouquet under his right arm clamping on to their necks, collecting about five of them. They flailed smacking him and each other wildly while biting at what they could reach; arms and Tash's side. Tash's scales helped with most the pain, but it didn't negate not feeling little blunt smacks. The front of his shirt got scratched up where a stray webbed foot managed to get his chest, leaving a smol gash on his chest. It wasn't easily tolerable, but still noticeable, his belly side was not as rough as most of his body. A gooooose had managed to reach the crops began scooping up a onion, head to the sky, trying to let gravity make it fall into its gullet. Tash super man style stretched his left arm infront--- thumbs up while shaking his head, before leaping at the distracted birb with his mouth open catching the birb with his mouth with a forceful yet controlled bite locking it in place to not bite any further hurting it. "Gotcha enimey!" went through Tash's head has he was still flying off the ground goose shaking like a flag. Unforchantely Tash landed sliding into the crops serval feet leaving a land trail with onions sprayed about. To make matters worse the muddy ground grabbed on to Tash's feet as his velocity slowed and suddenly had him fall front side. Tash heard a crunch in his mouth. Tash continuing to hold the bird dropped the one from his mouth to see he had killed it by mistake.</s>	<\|message\|>Runem McDregaul The jungle was not merciful to the weak, or those unable to work together. Angry barks filled the air, with intermitted yips and yaps. The kobolds at the outer perimeters was already swarmed, though mostly from the birds rushing in a feeding frenzy rather than attacking them directly. The staggered lines hit them first, thinning their numbers, but there was still too much for the kobolds to handle, the final shield wall bristling with the better equipped chief and his retinue looking to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. But that was why they were here. Spikers of a newly formed group, gathered for their abilities and their resonance with the strange magical objects. The elf was classically trained, and certainly mere birds weren't any match for him. Beautiful arced swings flashed out, slicing though their small bodies with ease. In numbers however, they were approaching faster than he could kill. He took a hits here and there, from several birds, but with his robe taking the brunt of the damage, he would probably only be bruised if that. Amitha was less refined, simply charging into the fray like an angry goat, swinging wildly at the crazed birds. Perhaps not the best of tactics, but it worked well enough for the birds as she simply plowed through them. Sturdy hammer broke bird bones easily, and swinging around another weapon, even if it be the body of another bird, ensured that any she hit with it will at least be stunned for a moment, easy prey for any nearby kobolds. Effective, but without a doubt a painful one as several birds managed to kick and bite her. The minotaur was barely phased by any of the birds' attacks, with his sheer mass and his chitinous coverings. Blood and gore splattered in a crescent arc as he swung his massive stone axe through the horde. It was enough that the kobolds fighting around them tried to give him a wide berth. Like a rock against which the waves crashed, his resolute presence was enough to cow even the frenzied birds, slowing down the rush in his area. Tash didn't fare as well however. Falling down onto the mud after killing one, he was immediately trampled upon by the horde of birds with no more resistance. At least the birds were more interested in the crops than actually tearing him apart. The tide was holding for the moment, but it now seemed that the farm was more in danger of being trampled rather than being eaten by this point, as the sheer number of their enemy threatened to simply wash over them. "Snagtoothed bill. Grows frenzied when small flocks amass, triggering a change to lead them to devour everything they could before breeding and laying eggs before dying." A clear voice rang out from behind the Spikers, as a snagtooth flew through the air, crashing onto a group of them so hard their bodies ruptured. A small figure just a bit taller than the average kobold walked carefully past the chief's shield wall. "Killing them all would be a monumental endeavor for this few men. Fire would both frighten and repel them." A helpful revelation, and indeed there were a few extinguished campfire as they entered the farm, but those now was filled with angry honking snagtooths smothering any chance of it being ignited in the chaos. Would it be worth leaving their front and risking the kobold lines be overwhelmed to light up the fires, or would they just stay and try to weather out the horde of birds? After all, surely there can't be that many birds?</s>
<\|description\|>Fyr Race: Demon Age: 33 Sex: Male Appearance: Fyr's about 162cm tall and of above-average muscularity, but feasting and drinking have caused a noticeable amount of fat to accumulate around his waistline as well. His black hair reaches well past his shoulders and is one big and unkempt mess he seems to be almost as proud of as of his wound horns. The latter don't appear to be made of keratine, but of some kind of much more mechanically stable compound. Those few people who had the opportunity to touch them even claim that they'd feel a bit metallic. His skin is of a reddish complexion all over his body and feels more like leather than anything else. A look on his nacked back would reveal quite an assortment of long scars. Personality: Most people might associate hell with nothing but terror, so it comes all the more as a surprise to them that Fyr actually is not the kind of savage killer addicted to cruelty they might expect. On the contrary Fyr tends to be friendly, sometimes even jovial. Despite all the threats surrounding it and all the hardships of survival it brings with it, Castle Bronze actually is the best thing that has happened in Fyr's life so far. His thankfulness not only comes from him realizing that it's advisable, but from heart -- as much as a demon can have such, that is. However Fyr also likes to enjoy himself, feasting and drinking when there's the right opportunity and pulling harmless pranks on people to get over a hangover. Overall the process of socialization with the castle's inhabitants goes along well, but still not to the degree he and the people around him might prefer for he still knows little about the social customs of this world's inhabitants. In combat, Fyr presents himself as determined and nasty. He treats his present enemies the same way he treated his past enemies, just with more experience. History: The forest around Bronze Castle is large and diverse, and so are the creatures and individuals living in there. Not everyone is turned down by initial failure, not everyone lacks the optimism and dedication required to pull through with a delicate piece of magic and not everyone is afraid of the darker things possible. It was a dark and thunderous night when Fyr was ripped out of hell and tossed into the mundane world, summoned by ritualists who had spent months on their effort to obtain some 'help' for their own tribe. Their belief was that they had targeted the spell right and only summoned one of the lesser, more docile inhabitants of hell whom could be controlled and used for their own purpose. Ignite that campfire here, cast a levitation spell onto that brutally heavy stone there, do this, do that... Admitted, at first Fyr did indeed not even realize that he was effectively being enslaved, simply because that kind of treatment was not so different from what the small demon had been experiencing in hell for years. However now he saw something he had not seen before: People walking around without someone else lashing them into a certain direction, people just doing what thy wanted to do... freedom. He struggled with his unfamiliarity with the world, but still the desire rose quickly to obtain this freedom for it just felt so much better. Fyr had not killed before for he simply had been under constant supervision by beings much more capable than him, but the latter didn't hold true for those... whatever those two-legged creatures were. He burned them, impaled their chests with wooden stakes or just outright bashed their heads with whatever happened to lie around. Years of hard labor had hardened him and taught him to adapt so he proved ready. Luckily the Bronze Castle's guards didn't kill him when he arrived at their gate in rugged clothes and with hardly any food left. There was only one thing of significance he had on his body: a small, golden needle piercing through his left ear. It was, and still is, the only possession that the summoners had brought out of hell along with him. Just like its origin it seems to defy the laws of nature from time to time and grants the same thing to its owner. Equipment:* Simple linen clothing, more gray than white and intended for everyday use. * Leather armor adapted to his small size. * Crossbow: A donation to him since he wanted to learn it, but he's not made much progress with that so far. Spike: Spike Name: Horizon Travel Spike description: A small needle of golden color, yet apparently made of an incredibly much stronger material. There's no decoration on it for the only thing that's not the needle itself is a pair of tiny barbs obviously there to prevent the trinket from detaching from whatever it has been pricked through. Spike theme: Horizontal travel, even under circumstances that would not allow for it otherwise. It's ought to be damn useful in a place with many lava streams and impassable rifts. Spike ability:* Upon activation, the spike instantly redirects the bearer's momentum to a line horizontal with respect to the ground. The then horizontal momentum is unchangeably maintained until the bearer can or does not want to maintain it further or an obstacle is encountered. In the latter case the same kind of impact occurs as it would have occurred without using the spike at all when colliding, including any negative consequences for the spike's user. The redirection of the user's current momentum to the horizontal results in similar effects should the current momentum greatly differ from the horizontal momentum. * The spike can also be used onto another person, working exactly like it would on oneself. In that case the affected indidual needs to maintain the effect as well and its stamina is drained in the same manner. It should be mentioned that collissions with other objects can be induced by the spike's user or the other person affect by it intentionally by just grabbing them if they happen to be in reach, thereby causing a controlled stop. Personal ability:* Fyr's a demon. He has much, much less trouble with wielding magic in a much more instant manner and thus is able to use it even in a fight. However that doesn't automatically make him the pinnacle of wizardry, for every spell's formation still needs to be learned and that is something none of his former masters cared much about. Therefore his repertoire is effective, but also rather basic. * Resilience: Fyr might not look like much, but he's made sure that all that condensed magic has been put to good physical use by implementing bones and horns significantly reinforced with metallic minerals and by packing his sinews and muscles tighter and sturdier. The good side of things ? He can survive bone-breaking and flesh-tearing events a lot easier than others. The bad side of things ? A well placed stab wound to the heart will still kill him and so would large bloodloss or similar things. Also he's a brutally heavy boy. * Strength: He's a demon, and albeit he's by far not the largest he's still a lot stronger than he looks like and can easily keep up with much, much larger humans, elves or other individuals. However it is all raw strength, meaning that he simply lacks the skill required in order to put it to effective use in combat. He's probably a brutal tavern brawler, but can be happy to know which side of a sword not to use for holding it.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- Galain had almost replied to the Runem regarding the payment of his refreshments, or lack thereof, if not for the sudden outburst from the harpy messenger. Among Galain's few weaknesses, loud noise was one of them. Cringing in pain, Galain leaned onto the wall with his bloodied hand in order to support himself up. As he had done so, noticing that everyone's attention was towards the bird-brain, Galain relished this opportunity to clean his dirtied finger. He began by wiping the blood off of it, dragging it on the bar's walls like some sort of barbarian... not that anyone could tell off this primitive construction, anyway. "Ah... urgent, huh? I suppose we should get there quickly, then." Galain remarked, throwing his hood back on as he left for the door. Before he situated himself outside this not-so-fine establishment, however, Galain turned to the bartender once more, his fingers poised towards her in the shape of two pistols. "Just put that drink on my tab." He said, as if proud of his cheapness. One could even swear they saw a wink from his closed eyes. The trek for the farm was quite calming, if uneventful. Stereotypical of an elf, Galain quietly admired the more natural bits of the trail as they made their way into the wilder portions of the land. Birds chirping, leaves howling, horns scraping... An idyllic utopia came to mind in Galain's head, one where nature and civilization were one with each other. It filled Galain with a sense of longing to return to the Elf Kingdom. In the end, however, his new place was here, among beasts and monsters. Reaching the farm and meeting with the kobold guard, Galain nodded in agreement along with his horned companion. Was she a goat, or just a very strange minotaur? Eh, it didn't matter too much. He's sure introductions will be made more clearly as they completed their duty. Kneeling to the kobold, Galain scratched behind its ear reassuringly. He... still wasn't sure of the social norms of his monstrous neighbors, but he was quite confident in dealing with kobolds. He's owned a puppy before, after all. "Yes, we've received your message. Who's a good boy? That's right, you. What's going on? What do you need help with? Did someone fall down a well?"</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng's eyebrow quirked up when the harpy smashed into the side of the building face first. How she didn't destroy or flatten her nose he'd never know. Still more to the first message was given to the party, an enemy of some sort would be coming soon. I wonder how they know... He thought as the elf showed off his ring was in fact a Spike that did...something aside from just stabifying his finger. Then the half-breed spoke up to designate which farm it was, which was rather useful information since there were multiple farms with kobolds and other smaller races. Ducking out of the inn his hand swept to the side and plucked up a massive stone axe that was promptly laid across his shoulder for easier carrying. It was like a sharpened rock tied to a small tree! But he didn't need to use it because the trip to the farm was uneventful, a boring quick pace to get to the farm before whatever this enemy was got there first. The sounds of barks and yips were heard, kobold language. Something he couldn't be bothered to learn, seriously when would he ever chat with a kobold that didn't know common? The miniature guard came barreling towards them, looking hopeful as he asked if they were there to help and if they got the note. The horned woman replied positively, the elf replied positively as well and...treated the kobold like a common dog. A dull look turned to the elf before he shook his head. "What's the situation?" He questioned while looking down at the currently elf molested humanoid canine.</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) _-.-_ -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ What are we doing? - youtu.be/9F70KrO0XZ0 To the farm and to the enimy¡ The elf in the corner of the room had taken responsibility for the dirty mug that Runem was cleaning. Galain Jinn had revealed his name and announced his possession of a spike. Tash would start smelling the blood coming from Galain's finger, Tash would become drawn to his voice that would soon be contrasted. "I'm Ta-" Tash manage to get out before being interrupted by a loud bird brain, calling out at Runem from a window. The elf would turn his focus, as well as Tash who had jumped a bit, to the new arrival. Tash was a little used to sudden loud noises thanks to all the kobolds, but Tash wasn't prepared for sudden birb. "Unpaid debt?" Tash said in a hushed town along with the harpy's talk making it near impossible to hear. Tash took note that Runem made a odd kind of reaction to the harpy. She interested Tash with the idea of her maybe maybe over indulging on something in the kingdom Like Tash had. . . As conversation progressed the adventures found themselves going to their first mission, minotaur carrying quite a club, Elf day dreaming, and the sheep girl seeming focused on getting to the destination. Amitha shot a thumbs up at a kobold whom's face seemed to brighten. Tash look at Amitha and then her thumb and imitated it at the kobold 5 seconds after she did. Tash was determined to also reassure the kobold things were going to be okay, but Tash wasn't sure how yet. The elf changed his tone to his elf-to-dogo accent. Weird thought Tash, but it would get worse as the elf started touching the kobold. Tash pulled back his hand with his tail becoming pressed to his left leg's side, spike holding on to the other side. Tash squinted a bit with a delayed twitch. Tash stopped to look up at the minotaur also watching the elf. Feng made a seemingly disowning face which to Tash so far seemed only slightly different from Feng's default face. Thumbs up, ear scratching, and a less excited response to the kobold. Tash spoke trying to recall how the harpy spoke, "Is there a an-emy here?" Tash didn't know the word enemy and let alone "Enimy".</s>	<\|message\|>Fyr The demon was used to loud noises from the hell he had been ripped out of, but the inhabitants of that place seldomly were so... croaky. The moment the harpy showed up and presented her kind of voice, Fyr already wished for the much more dark, thunderous and guttural tones of the other demons he had come to know in his past. They would have been more relaxing to hear for sure. However the way the harpy had bumped into the glass window made was good enough for a nice laugh which Fyr did not hesitate to release on the spot. The message was far less amusing though. Enemies on the way ? That meant they'd had both to hurry and to stay there even after the initial task had been completed. Anything else wouldn't make much sense if the farm was overrun by hostiles just a few hours later and hopefully his companions would come to the same conclusion by themselves. And then of course there was the jungle. Softer ground and small feet were not a good combination if one had shaped one's magic into the kind of incredibly dense package of a body Fyr had. He was digging deep into the ground with every step, thereby having to waste a lot of energy just to keep up with the others who didn't have to make that many steps in the first place. On the plus side of things he had not yet heard any jokes about his slight chubbyness and, unlike some others, he did hardly have to crouch, duck or crane his neck in order to get his head into an adequate position for talking to the kobold on halfway equal terms! "I don't like to speak of the devil, but I think that some degree of haste is in order. As far as we know enemies are on the way, so what's the issue now ?"</s>
<\|description\|>Amitha Ain Race: Beastmorph - Goat Age: Amitha appears to be in her mid 20s. Her actual age is a mystery, as much of her life was spent as a goat. Sex: Female Appearance: Compared to the numerous small races of the Bronze Castle, Amitha stands out as a giant. At 6'0" (183 cm) and a toned build, she appears as more of a warrior than a smith. Besides that, she appears to be more human than any other race besides the markers of her previous form: large curved horns and wide pupils. Personality: While one may first view Amitha as a stoic warrior, she's much more of a curious soul. While a sense of duty and repayment often compels her to often help others, she's just as often spotted doing strange things to experience the process. In fact, one could consider her to be a certified moron. She often shoves inedible, spoiled, and toxic things in her mouth just to try it. While she has skill with blacksmithing--compounded by her spike--her skill with any complex tax besides that is sorely lacking. She's also illiterate, as goats often are. History: The lone blacksmith with a goat. He lived in solitude--far enough away that only patrols would stumble upon his smithy. Only the constant hammering gave any sign of his existence. He could make anything. Nails, horse shoes, weapons, tools, anything that could be made, he made. The hammering of his forge could be heard from some distance. He was a miserly man. Misanthropic to a fault, some would say. His eyes would only light up from two things: the glow of his forge and telling others of what his goat had been up to. Maybe he was just using the goat as an enthusiastic excuse to not speak about himself, but he really loved it. He would often tell others about "that time his goat ate an entire set of nails" or "his roof caved in because the goat ate the thatching." His--and his goat's--legacy was only cut short when he keeled over and died of old age while buying his month's worth of rations. But the hammering of the forge never stopped. Even with news of the dwarven smithmaster's death reaching every citizen of the Bronze Castle, the hammering continued. Of course, when guards inspected the smithy, there was only a single occupant. A woman with goat horns and eyes, desperately trying to finish her master's final order of tools. Equipments: Besides the thick leathers worn by a blacksmith, Amitha wields a single dwarven hammer. It was made for smithing with a small steel head, though it had been enchanted with magic to weigh more than it would appear. Spike Spike Name: What Spike Spike Description: Possessing no noteworthy appearance, Cast Manifestation could be considered unique in how unassuming it is. It appears simply as a weathered nail. Spike Theme: "Smithing" Spike Abilities Reformation - By striking a solid material or object, the wielder can bend the struck area to whatever shape they can imagine. The complexity and amount of change determines how many strikes are needed to reform an object. This ability requires immense concentration, making it unsuitable for any combat application other than "warp struck area in some way". Omnilurgy - By striking two solid materials together, the wielder of Cast Manifestation can alloy them together even if the materials could otherwise not be combined. While this can confer a useful alloy, most combinations of materials create useless trash, unable to be used for even scrap. Personal Ability: Despite her inability to explain her processes, Amitha is a considerably skilled smith even without her spike. Her general lack of intelligence doesn't apply to smithing. She is one of the few sources of steel within the castle, though her process is too wasteful, long, and demanding to be considered of value. Her ability to fight is also fairly good, but it's obvious that it is entirely instinctual.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Bronze Castle's SpikeChapter 1 : The First King's Decree --- The dead speaks! Or so the goblin shamans would have one think. While their predictions varied, from the end of the world, to an apocalyptic disaster on their beer production, there was enough doom from all of them combined that it seemed taking an action to allay those fears was justified, even if its just cursory acknowledgement. Now, rather than a simple room and a captain they took orders from, a pub was made instead, serving as the King's own tavern and eatery while hosting a bounty board with collated jobs, handled by a staff dedicated to it. A show that, yes, the problems of the Castle aren't being ignored. The first of its kind, familiar to almost no one in the entire kingdom. It was almost no surprise then, during the group's first actual summons into it, it was entirely empty save for one person behind the main job counter, listlessly wiping a mug clean. "Huh, guess this isn't some elaborate prank after all." "Name's Runem, from clan Dregaul. Might need that if this place ever gets off and ya come see me more." She took a glance at the empty board, still pristine and fresh. "Ain't got nothing on the board at all, though one of the kobolds did ask for help." Runem slid a piece of sooty parchment onto the counter. It was badly written, but the important details were obvious. A farm on the outskirts needs help and they seemed desperate for it. "Up to ya if you accept it, ain't my business if ya don't. Heard there might be another person joining in soon too, something bout introductions." She turned to cleaning another mug, looking markedly disinterested in the group. The first of (hopefully) many requests, the Spikers introduction to what would be their hub of operations seemed lackluster to say the least. But still, they had a request, and it wasn't too far away. A good thing perhaps, for them to start getting to know each other better.</s> <\|message\|>Fyr There was a rather small looking figure standing in front of the counter, its head barely situated high up enough to see what was lying where on the counter comfortably. A reddish, leathery looking hand reached for the piece of parchment. The style those humans, kobolds and whatever they called themselves employed to put down their words had not lost its weirdness towards Fyr ever since he had seen it for the first time, and still the demon was convinced that he would be able to teach them a more efficient one. If they'd only listen... So a peasant needed help ? Fyr looked at the piece of bread in his hands he had just taken another bite off. Maybe they'd be able to get some particularly fresh one there if they'd do a good job ? The only problem was that the request was hopelessly unspecific, not stating any vital detail about the problem at hand. It could be a simple, boring one-man job or something that'd require a dozen elite warriors. "I'd wish they'd do a better job at preparing those requests..." Fyr commented, sighing. "So, any takers ? If so, consider myself a companion for this." The demon let go of a less than subtle grin. He knew that not everybody liked him. Some didn't by default, others only when he had pulled something off again that was flat-out wrong in their eyes. Fyr took another bite, then decided to stuff the humble remainder of the bread right into his mouth as well. "Does anybody know how far this farm is away from us ?"</s>	<\|message\|>Amitha Ain Smithing was good, honest work. Unfortunately for someone like Amitha, it wasn't enough to subside on. Most of the honest, simple crafts were easily handled by other smiths. Horse shoes were a nice, stable source of income. Unfortunately, such work was more often left to farriers who specialized in such a thing. The simple works were easily left with the other, cheaper blacksmiths. Long-term work was left to the smiths and craftsmen who could read contracts. This left her in a perilous predicament: unable to do meaningful amounts of both skillful and unskilled work. However, her skills could perhaps be leveraged in other ways. When news broke about jobs opening up to those who possessed special powers, Amitha knew she had an opportunity to make coin again. If she could get enough coins, she could finally sate her appetite instead of eating just enough to survive! So there she was: at a no name bar which had just opened. Did they even serve food there? Maybe. She was crouching in front of the bartop, her chin barely above the counter top. "What say?" She inquired as her arm stretched to point at the piece of paper.</s>
<\|description\|>Amitha Ain Race: Beastmorph - Goat Age: Amitha appears to be in her mid 20s. Her actual age is a mystery, as much of her life was spent as a goat. Sex: Female Appearance: Compared to the numerous small races of the Bronze Castle, Amitha stands out as a giant. At 6'0" (183 cm) and a toned build, she appears as more of a warrior than a smith. Besides that, she appears to be more human than any other race besides the markers of her previous form: large curved horns and wide pupils. Personality: While one may first view Amitha as a stoic warrior, she's much more of a curious soul. While a sense of duty and repayment often compels her to often help others, she's just as often spotted doing strange things to experience the process. In fact, one could consider her to be a certified moron. She often shoves inedible, spoiled, and toxic things in her mouth just to try it. While she has skill with blacksmithing--compounded by her spike--her skill with any complex tax besides that is sorely lacking. She's also illiterate, as goats often are. History: The lone blacksmith with a goat. He lived in solitude--far enough away that only patrols would stumble upon his smithy. Only the constant hammering gave any sign of his existence. He could make anything. Nails, horse shoes, weapons, tools, anything that could be made, he made. The hammering of his forge could be heard from some distance. He was a miserly man. Misanthropic to a fault, some would say. His eyes would only light up from two things: the glow of his forge and telling others of what his goat had been up to. Maybe he was just using the goat as an enthusiastic excuse to not speak about himself, but he really loved it. He would often tell others about "that time his goat ate an entire set of nails" or "his roof caved in because the goat ate the thatching." His--and his goat's--legacy was only cut short when he keeled over and died of old age while buying his month's worth of rations. But the hammering of the forge never stopped. Even with news of the dwarven smithmaster's death reaching every citizen of the Bronze Castle, the hammering continued. Of course, when guards inspected the smithy, there was only a single occupant. A woman with goat horns and eyes, desperately trying to finish her master's final order of tools. Equipments: Besides the thick leathers worn by a blacksmith, Amitha wields a single dwarven hammer. It was made for smithing with a small steel head, though it had been enchanted with magic to weigh more than it would appear. Spike Spike Name: What Spike Spike Description: Possessing no noteworthy appearance, Cast Manifestation could be considered unique in how unassuming it is. It appears simply as a weathered nail. Spike Theme: "Smithing" Spike Abilities Reformation - By striking a solid material or object, the wielder can bend the struck area to whatever shape they can imagine. The complexity and amount of change determines how many strikes are needed to reform an object. This ability requires immense concentration, making it unsuitable for any combat application other than "warp struck area in some way". Omnilurgy - By striking two solid materials together, the wielder of Cast Manifestation can alloy them together even if the materials could otherwise not be combined. While this can confer a useful alloy, most combinations of materials create useless trash, unable to be used for even scrap. Personal Ability: Despite her inability to explain her processes, Amitha is a considerably skilled smith even without her spike. Her general lack of intelligence doesn't apply to smithing. She is one of the few sources of steel within the castle, though her process is too wasteful, long, and demanding to be considered of value. Her ability to fight is also fairly good, but it's obvious that it is entirely instinctual.</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng had gotten a verbal message about a meeting point for Spikers for the King. A strange inn or bar where jobs would be posted and others would meet. Maybe even the King would show up at one point. The information didn't cause any noticeable excitement as he lumbered through the town to the building. It looked like any other type of inn, but served a greater purpose than sleep and food and drink. Possibly, they'd find out if it did or not. Opening the door he held the upper part of its frame and ducked inside, and remained hunched somewhat. This was not a building designed with the more giant of the minotaurs in mind. It wasn't any different from any other building not specifically built by his kind. Luckily a strong back was something he had. His crimson gaze scanned the people within, a male demon, a woman with horns, and a half-breed. He scanned Runem a moment, taking in the small minotaur features she had. A snort of steam came from him as he approached the counter. It was frowned on to produce half-breeds, but he had gotten his own fair share of shit for being different he wouldn't treat her the same way. She showed the ones present a piece of paper with frantic writing and vague details. Really just a cry for help and that it was one of the outlying farms. The half-breed behind the counter, Runem, mentioned another coming and introductions. Ugh...introductions... The demon said he'd tag along with whoever went on the job., Which currently was only three people present that wasn't doing anything. The horned woman...couldn't read. He wasn't the most well versed in words upon paper but at least he could get the basics! He sighed while rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his hand. "It's a request for help from an outlying farm of the city." He rumbled down to the crouching goat woman. That voice sounded like it could crumble a mountain from how deep it was.</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) _-.-_ -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ Enter an odd situation - youtu.be/EOttMZAaURE A room of colorful dissonance¡ A Tavern for king, bad decisions, and community service can have you question your life choices in more ways than one. Now a tavern requesting persons to aid the kingdom wasn't the worst idea. Now one could find themselves becoming more confident in taking up a mighty task with a sip of alcohol or simply becoming too inebriated to realize what they were signing up for. Either way Tash's stature of stupid seemingly would make him susceptible to the tavern's manipulation. Tash had passed the tavern before while it was under construction; he was being escorted by guards for a talk several months ago that led to a deal, "calm down on the hunts." He was let go, but as a additive to the deal he had to bring a deer to the local butcher shop "out of the goodness of your scaly heart." Now we was craving deer and the only way he could avoid trouble was to buy back the meet that he had bought the butcher. Fortunately the butcher caught wind of the coin that was being offered at the tavern. Tash pointed to the butcher asking him for work, but the butcher didn't need another had at the time. Now at the tavern, standing near the entrance door, a little too close, was Tash whom startled themselves. He had accidently shut the door behind them with a flick his tail after he entered. There around him were an assortment of strong looking individuals, that Tash felt a bit intimated by, but at least being in back made him feel more comfortable. Tash took note that the people in front of him; most of them were of races he had never see before. Were they like him Tash wondered recalling his odd past with waking up a naked lizard boi* in some abandoned place? Perhaps all of them had their own book and could help him understand how to pronounce 'cannybull's' for the "Cannibal's Curry" recipe. He took note of the huge Minotaur that he had followed into the building and took a side step to the right clearing way of the door entrance incase someone else would come in during his stay. He took in the pub for the first time admiring the barrels of alcohol packed behind Runem. While the other's were asking questions and making statements, Runem was cleaning out a mug that made Tash ask, "Was someone drinking before we came here?" Tash realized he had made his attention known more so now speaking up from the back and started looking away from everyone trying to receive less self educed embarrassment. Tash Tucked his clawed hands into his pockets and leaned back against the wall pinning his tail and spike between his shoulder blades waiting for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnSome sort of pub... --- "That would be me." A voice replied to the inquisitive dragon-man. It was a soothing baritone, almost harmonic. Unnoticed by the other patrons, perhaps due to his patient stillness, or more likely the fact he decided to wear a dark hood and sit himself in the corner of the bar, was a hooded figure, enjoying a mug of fruity wine clutched by a pale hand wearing a glistening gem-bearing silver ring. Leaning on the bar next to him was some sort of long blade, wrapped meticulously in parchment. Swiftly, he finished the rest of his drink, allowing the wine to flow smoothly into his throat before placing the mug gently onto the counter. Standing up, he removed his hood, his white hair shimmering with his movement, before turning to face everyone else. A 6'4 Bright Elf bearing a mithril circlet and a soft expression. His eyes were closed, yet at the same time, it felt as if he were scrutinizing everyone else in the room. With a stroke of his chin and a nod, he lifted his blade up, bringing it to a harness attached to his belt. To those who were trained in the combat arts, it seemed that this elf moved with careful deliberation, almost efficiently. To others, he seemed... strange. Both fast and slow at the same time. Such was the nature of elves, whose entire body chemistry was slower than the younger races. "Galain Jinn." He spoke, revealing himself to be one of the few raiders who once served that freak of nature who almost brought down the Bronze Castle once more. "It seems that we are all gathered to this guild for the same reason. I'm sure you all have one of these, as well." Pulling back the sleeve from his left arm, Galain revealed his ring to everyone else. It wasn't quite hard to miss, and didn't even require him to pull his sleeve back in order to show it. However, the gesture would soon make sense as the stone inlaid within the ring began to glow, causing his finger to bleed. Scarlet strands trickled down to his bear arm, revealing that this ring was more than it appeared. Yes, it seemed the ring was spiked onto the elf.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Runem barely batted an eye at the strange ensemble of characters in front of her, not even the white minotaur. As the elf stood up, she turned her head. "5 coppers for that fruit wine. Don't run off and leave your debt unpaid, Muzkaag." Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted immediately by a loud crash into one of the windows. A moment of silence, before it opened abruptly and a feathery head popped in cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING!" An almost earshattering greetings for so early in the morning, but that was why harpies were often messengers; it was very hard to ignore one trying to tell you something. This one rubbed her slightly reddened nose, before bending forwards, letting the bag lower enough for her dexterous claws to rifle through the contents and picking out another sooty, badly scrawled letter. "Clan Wolfbane would like to add more to the request they posted here. They need help very soon. E..Enm... Enimy? Will come soon. Please help." Flipping the paper to make sure nothing else was written on it, the harpy bowed and took a running hop before flapping into the air, presumably to continue delivering more messages. "Hnngh... Why can't they just read the letters normally..." Runem picked up the cleaning cloth again. "Well, ya heard the bird. Sounds like introductions can wait. The farm is on the outskirts past the second tower to the west. Yeah, it's very out there, but one of them told me the soil was good there or something. Better get a move on." Whatever they did, it was obvious at least that they had to go right now. It was not just about accepting the job after all, it was about the people here as well. That farm succumbing from whatever ails it would mean not only would they not get paid, but the produce that would have come from it would not be feeding any hungry belly in the Castle, including theirs. When they made their way there, the well travelled, and well lived in looking areas quickly turned to jungle trails and thick foliage, filled with the usual cacophony of animals and creatures. The cool air and heady smell of the jungle, of the life living there combined to make a smell all of them would be familiar with. Here there was no civilization, only the cold brutal honesty of living. With nothing more threatening than a herd of armored rhinolike creatures scraping at tree barks with their forked horns in their path, they arrived at the farm with nary an incident. They could hear the farm long before they arrived, the yips and barks of the kobold language readily apparent as they approached. The guard at the edge of the farm let out a series of short clipped barks as soon as it saw them, echoed by several distant kobolds as it finishes. Running on all fours at them, it was wagging its tail furiously as it greeted them. "Hail friend. Come help? See note? Help us?" Every word was barked out, the guard looking hopefully at them. Behind them lied the farm, a relatively wide flat area where small shrubs bearing purple hooked fruits was planted in a line. A furhook berry farm, it seemed.</s>	<\|message\|>Amitha Ain Well, the explanation of the large cowman didn't help. It was just to help them. Still, the arrival of more friends was sure to make this job go weller! Weller? Gooder? Whatever, it didn't matter. When the elf-man put the ring on and injured himself, Amitha was confused. Why did he have a ring that just injured himself? Was he one of those mass of chists she heard people around town talk about? They liked pain, didn't they? Or maybe it was that they liked pans. Amitha liked pans too. Especially when they contained food. The arrival of a screaming harpy gave more information. Now the call of an enemy? That was something she could handle. All she had to do was hit it! Easy, problem solved. She was especially invigorated when she realized that farm meant food. If she did a good job, then she could get food! So she went with the rest of the group to the farm. Their journey was uneventful. The joyous guard kobold appeared to greet them when they appeared at the entrance. "Yes! Here to help!" Amitha told the guard with a big thumbs up.</s>
<\|description\|>Feng Race: Minotaur Age: 29 Sex: Male Appearance: Feng is a behemoth like most of his kind, standing above a good portion at a little over seven feet tall, no his horns don't count. His fur is a snow white in color, a bizarre look since his tribe is filled with nothing but dark furred minotaurs. Another anomaly are his eyes, a deep crimson in color. Upon his thick shoulder lies a mark in his fur, a pale blue trident-like mark. Like the rest of his tribe he is built like a monster, his muscle structure thick and heavy, built for work or fighting. When angry all his teeth are on display, rows of sharp chompers, so that's a sure sign to back up. Personality: Feng is a pragmatic being, anything of use is used with little waste. People, materials, food, it's all the same to him. He's also incredibly blunt, getting straight to the point of things or destroying flowery language in favor of a simple explanation. He has little patience for word-play and is quick to get physical when annoyed. A trait among his tribe to settle most things with a duel than to use word-based diplomacy. Feng in particular can be rather ornery, quick to bare his teeth to let others know of his anger. History: Feng is an oddity among his tribe, essentially an albino minotaur with a strange mark on his shoulder. No stories, tales, prophecies, or legends surrounded his birth. He was just a strange one, which lead to a more ornery than most adult. Quick to anger, quick to fight thanks to a rather rough childhood. He and his tribe had moved to the Bronze Castle in favor of settling down over their more nomadic lifestyle. His people offered some forms of crafting and offered plenty of a work force for hauling. That was what most of his tribe did, they hauled the ores and stone out of the mine since it was more efficient than having the smaller races do it. During one of his hauling trips Feng had been accosted by one of his old bullies, past grievances never being settled. Well during their duel to settle things the smaller minotaur in a fit of anger pulled out the Spike and jammed it into Feng's chest. Strangely it didn't kill him, but it actually drilled itself in until it was flush with his skin. The pain of it had actually driven Feng into a new rage and he had snapped the offenders neck using their own horns as handles. Death was rare, but it did happen in these duels and his killing was justified with his tribe. But what to do about this artifact in his chest? Pulling it out seemed like a terrible idea, leaving it in sounded even worse. It wasn't until they learned about Spikes in general that eased the white ones nerves a bit. But what did his do? During a personal hunt he had downed a strangely armored creature. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to be a meal and be dangerous with those digging claws. Despite its curling ability he could slip a blade between its shell pieces and he was able to avoid those deadly claws. With it dead he obviously ate it, not even bothering cooking it. While he ate he felt a tingle through his body and his Spike showed off what it could do. Now he was covered in the same armor plating as the beast had been. He could steal other beings strongest attributes and use them himself! So with this knowledge in mind, and his tribe knowing it as well, he decided to heed the call for Spiker's that the King had put out. Maybe it would gain his tribe some prestige, if not the money didn't sound bad at all and you couldn't have too much cash. Equipment: * Stone Axe: A rather large axe made of dark colored granite and tied with leather straps to a thick piece of wood. * Red Clothing: Traditional garb of his tribe, a long and red loincloth made of a thick cloth. * Red Tooth Bangle: A copper bangle wrapped in red cloth and decorated with the sharp teeth of his ancestors. Spike Spike Name: Aspect Thief Spike Description: A jet black spike that looks to be made of chitin. Along its surface are red pulsing veins, almost as if the spike had been shattered and repaired at one point. The spike is located dead center of his chest and seems to be constantly active judging by the glowing. Spike Theme: Stealing beneficial aspects from dead enemies to make the wielder better. Which also grants limited forms of shapeshifting of the physical body. Spike Abilities: * Absorbing Theft: As the name suggests after killing something he absorbs something from them by consuming a portion of their body. This applies to physical attributes only and redundant aspects do not compile together. The stronger one is taken while the weaker is cast off. (He can't eat 50 ogres and have 50 ogres worth of strength, it's just the strength of one ogre.) * Transformation: With his spike functioning he can change his body to better suit certain situations. He can cover his body in chitin armor for example, or get monstrous claws, cudgel-like hands, etc etc. The more, and different, creatures he eats and steals from the more complex forms he can change himself into. Currently only one aspect can be active at a time and it takes a moment to change between them. Having to revert to normal before changing again. Lesser beings also offer nothing of benefit, no extra speed from a normal rat and such. Personal Ability: * Crafting: He's not the best but he can craft weapons from wood, stone, and metal. The highest quality material he has used is copper, its softness making it easy to make a weapon with. * Disassembly: What one can make, one can also destroy. Eying weapons, and even some armors, he can figure out how to break it despite the material it's made from. Harder materials are just harder to break but share the same weak-points. * Fighting: Unlike most of his tribe he's more of a fighter than a craftsman or miner. Hand to hand, no weapons, few are able to best him thanks to his sheer strength, durability, and ferocity. Even some weapons don't provide much help against him once he gets in close.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Bronze Castle's SpikeChapter 1 : The First King's Decree --- The dead speaks! Or so the goblin shamans would have one think. While their predictions varied, from the end of the world, to an apocalyptic disaster on their beer production, there was enough doom from all of them combined that it seemed taking an action to allay those fears was justified, even if its just cursory acknowledgement. Now, rather than a simple room and a captain they took orders from, a pub was made instead, serving as the King's own tavern and eatery while hosting a bounty board with collated jobs, handled by a staff dedicated to it. A show that, yes, the problems of the Castle aren't being ignored. The first of its kind, familiar to almost no one in the entire kingdom. It was almost no surprise then, during the group's first actual summons into it, it was entirely empty save for one person behind the main job counter, listlessly wiping a mug clean. "Huh, guess this isn't some elaborate prank after all." "Name's Runem, from clan Dregaul. Might need that if this place ever gets off and ya come see me more." She took a glance at the empty board, still pristine and fresh. "Ain't got nothing on the board at all, though one of the kobolds did ask for help." Runem slid a piece of sooty parchment onto the counter. It was badly written, but the important details were obvious. A farm on the outskirts needs help and they seemed desperate for it. "Up to ya if you accept it, ain't my business if ya don't. Heard there might be another person joining in soon too, something bout introductions." She turned to cleaning another mug, looking markedly disinterested in the group. The first of (hopefully) many requests, the Spikers introduction to what would be their hub of operations seemed lackluster to say the least. But still, they had a request, and it wasn't too far away. A good thing perhaps, for them to start getting to know each other better.</s> <\|message\|>Fyr There was a rather small looking figure standing in front of the counter, its head barely situated high up enough to see what was lying where on the counter comfortably. A reddish, leathery looking hand reached for the piece of parchment. The style those humans, kobolds and whatever they called themselves employed to put down their words had not lost its weirdness towards Fyr ever since he had seen it for the first time, and still the demon was convinced that he would be able to teach them a more efficient one. If they'd only listen... So a peasant needed help ? Fyr looked at the piece of bread in his hands he had just taken another bite off. Maybe they'd be able to get some particularly fresh one there if they'd do a good job ? The only problem was that the request was hopelessly unspecific, not stating any vital detail about the problem at hand. It could be a simple, boring one-man job or something that'd require a dozen elite warriors. "I'd wish they'd do a better job at preparing those requests..." Fyr commented, sighing. "So, any takers ? If so, consider myself a companion for this." The demon let go of a less than subtle grin. He knew that not everybody liked him. Some didn't by default, others only when he had pulled something off again that was flat-out wrong in their eyes. Fyr took another bite, then decided to stuff the humble remainder of the bread right into his mouth as well. "Does anybody know how far this farm is away from us ?"</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain Smithing was good, honest work. Unfortunately for someone like Amitha, it wasn't enough to subside on. Most of the honest, simple crafts were easily handled by other smiths. Horse shoes were a nice, stable source of income. Unfortunately, such work was more often left to farriers who specialized in such a thing. The simple works were easily left with the other, cheaper blacksmiths. Long-term work was left to the smiths and craftsmen who could read contracts. This left her in a perilous predicament: unable to do meaningful amounts of both skillful and unskilled work. However, her skills could perhaps be leveraged in other ways. When news broke about jobs opening up to those who possessed special powers, Amitha knew she had an opportunity to make coin again. If she could get enough coins, she could finally sate her appetite instead of eating just enough to survive! So there she was: at a no name bar which had just opened. Did they even serve food there? Maybe. She was crouching in front of the bartop, her chin barely above the counter top. "What say?" She inquired as her arm stretched to point at the piece of paper.</s>	<\|message\|>Feng Feng had gotten a verbal message about a meeting point for Spikers for the King. A strange inn or bar where jobs would be posted and others would meet. Maybe even the King would show up at one point. The information didn't cause any noticeable excitement as he lumbered through the town to the building. It looked like any other type of inn, but served a greater purpose than sleep and food and drink. Possibly, they'd find out if it did or not. Opening the door he held the upper part of its frame and ducked inside, and remained hunched somewhat. This was not a building designed with the more giant of the minotaurs in mind. It wasn't any different from any other building not specifically built by his kind. Luckily a strong back was something he had. His crimson gaze scanned the people within, a male demon, a woman with horns, and a half-breed. He scanned Runem a moment, taking in the small minotaur features she had. A snort of steam came from him as he approached the counter. It was frowned on to produce half-breeds, but he had gotten his own fair share of shit for being different he wouldn't treat her the same way. She showed the ones present a piece of paper with frantic writing and vague details. Really just a cry for help and that it was one of the outlying farms. The half-breed behind the counter, Runem, mentioned another coming and introductions. Ugh...introductions... The demon said he'd tag along with whoever went on the job., Which currently was only three people present that wasn't doing anything. The horned woman...couldn't read. He wasn't the most well versed in words upon paper but at least he could get the basics! He sighed while rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his hand. "It's a request for help from an outlying farm of the city." He rumbled down to the crouching goat woman. That voice sounded like it could crumble a mountain from how deep it was.</s>
<\|description\|>Feng Race: Minotaur Age: 29 Sex: Male Appearance: Feng is a behemoth like most of his kind, standing above a good portion at a little over seven feet tall, no his horns don't count. His fur is a snow white in color, a bizarre look since his tribe is filled with nothing but dark furred minotaurs. Another anomaly are his eyes, a deep crimson in color. Upon his thick shoulder lies a mark in his fur, a pale blue trident-like mark. Like the rest of his tribe he is built like a monster, his muscle structure thick and heavy, built for work or fighting. When angry all his teeth are on display, rows of sharp chompers, so that's a sure sign to back up. Personality: Feng is a pragmatic being, anything of use is used with little waste. People, materials, food, it's all the same to him. He's also incredibly blunt, getting straight to the point of things or destroying flowery language in favor of a simple explanation. He has little patience for word-play and is quick to get physical when annoyed. A trait among his tribe to settle most things with a duel than to use word-based diplomacy. Feng in particular can be rather ornery, quick to bare his teeth to let others know of his anger. History: Feng is an oddity among his tribe, essentially an albino minotaur with a strange mark on his shoulder. No stories, tales, prophecies, or legends surrounded his birth. He was just a strange one, which lead to a more ornery than most adult. Quick to anger, quick to fight thanks to a rather rough childhood. He and his tribe had moved to the Bronze Castle in favor of settling down over their more nomadic lifestyle. His people offered some forms of crafting and offered plenty of a work force for hauling. That was what most of his tribe did, they hauled the ores and stone out of the mine since it was more efficient than having the smaller races do it. During one of his hauling trips Feng had been accosted by one of his old bullies, past grievances never being settled. Well during their duel to settle things the smaller minotaur in a fit of anger pulled out the Spike and jammed it into Feng's chest. Strangely it didn't kill him, but it actually drilled itself in until it was flush with his skin. The pain of it had actually driven Feng into a new rage and he had snapped the offenders neck using their own horns as handles. Death was rare, but it did happen in these duels and his killing was justified with his tribe. But what to do about this artifact in his chest? Pulling it out seemed like a terrible idea, leaving it in sounded even worse. It wasn't until they learned about Spikes in general that eased the white ones nerves a bit. But what did his do? During a personal hunt he had downed a strangely armored creature. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to be a meal and be dangerous with those digging claws. Despite its curling ability he could slip a blade between its shell pieces and he was able to avoid those deadly claws. With it dead he obviously ate it, not even bothering cooking it. While he ate he felt a tingle through his body and his Spike showed off what it could do. Now he was covered in the same armor plating as the beast had been. He could steal other beings strongest attributes and use them himself! So with this knowledge in mind, and his tribe knowing it as well, he decided to heed the call for Spiker's that the King had put out. Maybe it would gain his tribe some prestige, if not the money didn't sound bad at all and you couldn't have too much cash. Equipment: * Stone Axe: A rather large axe made of dark colored granite and tied with leather straps to a thick piece of wood. * Red Clothing: Traditional garb of his tribe, a long and red loincloth made of a thick cloth. * Red Tooth Bangle: A copper bangle wrapped in red cloth and decorated with the sharp teeth of his ancestors. Spike Spike Name: Aspect Thief Spike Description: A jet black spike that looks to be made of chitin. Along its surface are red pulsing veins, almost as if the spike had been shattered and repaired at one point. The spike is located dead center of his chest and seems to be constantly active judging by the glowing. Spike Theme: Stealing beneficial aspects from dead enemies to make the wielder better. Which also grants limited forms of shapeshifting of the physical body. Spike Abilities: * Absorbing Theft: As the name suggests after killing something he absorbs something from them by consuming a portion of their body. This applies to physical attributes only and redundant aspects do not compile together. The stronger one is taken while the weaker is cast off. (He can't eat 50 ogres and have 50 ogres worth of strength, it's just the strength of one ogre.) * Transformation: With his spike functioning he can change his body to better suit certain situations. He can cover his body in chitin armor for example, or get monstrous claws, cudgel-like hands, etc etc. The more, and different, creatures he eats and steals from the more complex forms he can change himself into. Currently only one aspect can be active at a time and it takes a moment to change between them. Having to revert to normal before changing again. Lesser beings also offer nothing of benefit, no extra speed from a normal rat and such. Personal Ability: * Crafting: He's not the best but he can craft weapons from wood, stone, and metal. The highest quality material he has used is copper, its softness making it easy to make a weapon with. * Disassembly: What one can make, one can also destroy. Eying weapons, and even some armors, he can figure out how to break it despite the material it's made from. Harder materials are just harder to break but share the same weak-points. * Fighting: Unlike most of his tribe he's more of a fighter than a craftsman or miner. Hand to hand, no weapons, few are able to best him thanks to his sheer strength, durability, and ferocity. Even some weapons don't provide much help against him once he gets in close.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Runem barely batted an eye at the strange ensemble of characters in front of her, not even the white minotaur. As the elf stood up, she turned her head. "5 coppers for that fruit wine. Don't run off and leave your debt unpaid, Muzkaag." Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted immediately by a loud crash into one of the windows. A moment of silence, before it opened abruptly and a feathery head popped in cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING!" An almost earshattering greetings for so early in the morning, but that was why harpies were often messengers; it was very hard to ignore one trying to tell you something. This one rubbed her slightly reddened nose, before bending forwards, letting the bag lower enough for her dexterous claws to rifle through the contents and picking out another sooty, badly scrawled letter. "Clan Wolfbane would like to add more to the request they posted here. They need help very soon. E..Enm... Enimy? Will come soon. Please help." Flipping the paper to make sure nothing else was written on it, the harpy bowed and took a running hop before flapping into the air, presumably to continue delivering more messages. "Hnngh... Why can't they just read the letters normally..." Runem picked up the cleaning cloth again. "Well, ya heard the bird. Sounds like introductions can wait. The farm is on the outskirts past the second tower to the west. Yeah, it's very out there, but one of them told me the soil was good there or something. Better get a move on." Whatever they did, it was obvious at least that they had to go right now. It was not just about accepting the job after all, it was about the people here as well. That farm succumbing from whatever ails it would mean not only would they not get paid, but the produce that would have come from it would not be feeding any hungry belly in the Castle, including theirs. When they made their way there, the well travelled, and well lived in looking areas quickly turned to jungle trails and thick foliage, filled with the usual cacophony of animals and creatures. The cool air and heady smell of the jungle, of the life living there combined to make a smell all of them would be familiar with. Here there was no civilization, only the cold brutal honesty of living. With nothing more threatening than a herd of armored rhinolike creatures scraping at tree barks with their forked horns in their path, they arrived at the farm with nary an incident. They could hear the farm long before they arrived, the yips and barks of the kobold language readily apparent as they approached. The guard at the edge of the farm let out a series of short clipped barks as soon as it saw them, echoed by several distant kobolds as it finishes. Running on all fours at them, it was wagging its tail furiously as it greeted them. "Hail friend. Come help? See note? Help us?" Every word was barked out, the guard looking hopefully at them. Behind them lied the farm, a relatively wide flat area where small shrubs bearing purple hooked fruits was planted in a line. A furhook berry farm, it seemed.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain Well, the explanation of the large cowman didn't help. It was just to help them. Still, the arrival of more friends was sure to make this job go weller! Weller? Gooder? Whatever, it didn't matter. When the elf-man put the ring on and injured himself, Amitha was confused. Why did he have a ring that just injured himself? Was he one of those mass of chists she heard people around town talk about? They liked pain, didn't they? Or maybe it was that they liked pans. Amitha liked pans too. Especially when they contained food. The arrival of a screaming harpy gave more information. Now the call of an enemy? That was something she could handle. All she had to do was hit it! Easy, problem solved. She was especially invigorated when she realized that farm meant food. If she did a good job, then she could get food! So she went with the rest of the group to the farm. Their journey was uneventful. The joyous guard kobold appeared to greet them when they appeared at the entrance. "Yes! Here to help!" Amitha told the guard with a big thumbs up.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- Galain had almost replied to the Runem regarding the payment of his refreshments, or lack thereof, if not for the sudden outburst from the harpy messenger. Among Galain's few weaknesses, loud noise was one of them. Cringing in pain, Galain leaned onto the wall with his bloodied hand in order to support himself up. As he had done so, noticing that everyone's attention was towards the bird-brain, Galain relished this opportunity to clean his dirtied finger. He began by wiping the blood off of it, dragging it on the bar's walls like some sort of barbarian... not that anyone could tell off this primitive construction, anyway. "Ah... urgent, huh? I suppose we should get there quickly, then." Galain remarked, throwing his hood back on as he left for the door. Before he situated himself outside this not-so-fine establishment, however, Galain turned to the bartender once more, his fingers poised towards her in the shape of two pistols. "Just put that drink on my tab." He said, as if proud of his cheapness. One could even swear they saw a wink from his closed eyes. The trek for the farm was quite calming, if uneventful. Stereotypical of an elf, Galain quietly admired the more natural bits of the trail as they made their way into the wilder portions of the land. Birds chirping, leaves howling, horns scraping... An idyllic utopia came to mind in Galain's head, one where nature and civilization were one with each other. It filled Galain with a sense of longing to return to the Elf Kingdom. In the end, however, his new place was here, among beasts and monsters. Reaching the farm and meeting with the kobold guard, Galain nodded in agreement along with his horned companion. Was she a goat, or just a very strange minotaur? Eh, it didn't matter too much. He's sure introductions will be made more clearly as they completed their duty. Kneeling to the kobold, Galain scratched behind its ear reassuringly. He... still wasn't sure of the social norms of his monstrous neighbors, but he was quite confident in dealing with kobolds. He's owned a puppy before, after all. "Yes, we've received your message. Who's a good boy? That's right, you. What's going on? What do you need help with? Did someone fall down a well?"</s>	<\|message\|>Feng Feng's eyebrow quirked up when the harpy smashed into the side of the building face first. How she didn't destroy or flatten her nose he'd never know. Still more to the first message was given to the party, an enemy of some sort would be coming soon. I wonder how they know... He thought as the elf showed off his ring was in fact a Spike that did...something aside from just stabifying his finger. Then the half-breed spoke up to designate which farm it was, which was rather useful information since there were multiple farms with kobolds and other smaller races. Ducking out of the inn his hand swept to the side and plucked up a massive stone axe that was promptly laid across his shoulder for easier carrying. It was like a sharpened rock tied to a small tree! But he didn't need to use it because the trip to the farm was uneventful, a boring quick pace to get to the farm before whatever this enemy was got there first. The sounds of barks and yips were heard, kobold language. Something he couldn't be bothered to learn, seriously when would he ever chat with a kobold that didn't know common? The miniature guard came barreling towards them, looking hopeful as he asked if they were there to help and if they got the note. The horned woman replied positively, the elf replied positively as well and...treated the kobold like a common dog. A dull look turned to the elf before he shook his head. "What's the situation?" He questioned while looking down at the currently elf molested humanoid canine.</s>
<\|description\|>Feng Race: Minotaur Age: 29 Sex: Male Appearance: Feng is a behemoth like most of his kind, standing above a good portion at a little over seven feet tall, no his horns don't count. His fur is a snow white in color, a bizarre look since his tribe is filled with nothing but dark furred minotaurs. Another anomaly are his eyes, a deep crimson in color. Upon his thick shoulder lies a mark in his fur, a pale blue trident-like mark. Like the rest of his tribe he is built like a monster, his muscle structure thick and heavy, built for work or fighting. When angry all his teeth are on display, rows of sharp chompers, so that's a sure sign to back up. Personality: Feng is a pragmatic being, anything of use is used with little waste. People, materials, food, it's all the same to him. He's also incredibly blunt, getting straight to the point of things or destroying flowery language in favor of a simple explanation. He has little patience for word-play and is quick to get physical when annoyed. A trait among his tribe to settle most things with a duel than to use word-based diplomacy. Feng in particular can be rather ornery, quick to bare his teeth to let others know of his anger. History: Feng is an oddity among his tribe, essentially an albino minotaur with a strange mark on his shoulder. No stories, tales, prophecies, or legends surrounded his birth. He was just a strange one, which lead to a more ornery than most adult. Quick to anger, quick to fight thanks to a rather rough childhood. He and his tribe had moved to the Bronze Castle in favor of settling down over their more nomadic lifestyle. His people offered some forms of crafting and offered plenty of a work force for hauling. That was what most of his tribe did, they hauled the ores and stone out of the mine since it was more efficient than having the smaller races do it. During one of his hauling trips Feng had been accosted by one of his old bullies, past grievances never being settled. Well during their duel to settle things the smaller minotaur in a fit of anger pulled out the Spike and jammed it into Feng's chest. Strangely it didn't kill him, but it actually drilled itself in until it was flush with his skin. The pain of it had actually driven Feng into a new rage and he had snapped the offenders neck using their own horns as handles. Death was rare, but it did happen in these duels and his killing was justified with his tribe. But what to do about this artifact in his chest? Pulling it out seemed like a terrible idea, leaving it in sounded even worse. It wasn't until they learned about Spikes in general that eased the white ones nerves a bit. But what did his do? During a personal hunt he had downed a strangely armored creature. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to be a meal and be dangerous with those digging claws. Despite its curling ability he could slip a blade between its shell pieces and he was able to avoid those deadly claws. With it dead he obviously ate it, not even bothering cooking it. While he ate he felt a tingle through his body and his Spike showed off what it could do. Now he was covered in the same armor plating as the beast had been. He could steal other beings strongest attributes and use them himself! So with this knowledge in mind, and his tribe knowing it as well, he decided to heed the call for Spiker's that the King had put out. Maybe it would gain his tribe some prestige, if not the money didn't sound bad at all and you couldn't have too much cash. Equipment: * Stone Axe: A rather large axe made of dark colored granite and tied with leather straps to a thick piece of wood. * Red Clothing: Traditional garb of his tribe, a long and red loincloth made of a thick cloth. * Red Tooth Bangle: A copper bangle wrapped in red cloth and decorated with the sharp teeth of his ancestors. Spike Spike Name: Aspect Thief Spike Description: A jet black spike that looks to be made of chitin. Along its surface are red pulsing veins, almost as if the spike had been shattered and repaired at one point. The spike is located dead center of his chest and seems to be constantly active judging by the glowing. Spike Theme: Stealing beneficial aspects from dead enemies to make the wielder better. Which also grants limited forms of shapeshifting of the physical body. Spike Abilities: * Absorbing Theft: As the name suggests after killing something he absorbs something from them by consuming a portion of their body. This applies to physical attributes only and redundant aspects do not compile together. The stronger one is taken while the weaker is cast off. (He can't eat 50 ogres and have 50 ogres worth of strength, it's just the strength of one ogre.) * Transformation: With his spike functioning he can change his body to better suit certain situations. He can cover his body in chitin armor for example, or get monstrous claws, cudgel-like hands, etc etc. The more, and different, creatures he eats and steals from the more complex forms he can change himself into. Currently only one aspect can be active at a time and it takes a moment to change between them. Having to revert to normal before changing again. Lesser beings also offer nothing of benefit, no extra speed from a normal rat and such. Personal Ability: * Crafting: He's not the best but he can craft weapons from wood, stone, and metal. The highest quality material he has used is copper, its softness making it easy to make a weapon with. * Disassembly: What one can make, one can also destroy. Eying weapons, and even some armors, he can figure out how to break it despite the material it's made from. Harder materials are just harder to break but share the same weak-points. * Fighting: Unlike most of his tribe he's more of a fighter than a craftsman or miner. Hand to hand, no weapons, few are able to best him thanks to his sheer strength, durability, and ferocity. Even some weapons don't provide much help against him once he gets in close.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain "Anenome!" Amitha let out as her war cry. However, she wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith. Even then, that was a tenuous claim. Usually, an intelligent fighter would perhaps funnel the enemy. Use their numbers against them. Deploy a form of tactics that would ensure that the line is held and the bird beasts are left dazed and confused. So of course, what Amitha did was pick up the knocked out bird beast by the throat and swung it around as a weapon. She was a goat, damn it. Not a thinker. The only thing she could think about was how many of these birds she could eat when this was all over!</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) The elf took out the goose monster swiftly just to have a hoard-more spawn out of the bushes nearby. Kobolds in a line to defend, elf ran off to continue to flex his practiced talents, and Amitha armed herself with the recently knocked out goose. Tash watched Feng start shaking his head again and began to think it was some kind of thinking gesture, after all Feng seemingly kept doing it before some of his actions. Tash mimicked Feng before Feng ran off with the others. Tash ran in as some of the stray geese began getting really close to the crops. Running in a line between the billed birbs Tash reached out grabbing neck after neck creating a upside down bouquet under his right arm clamping on to their necks, collecting about five of them. They flailed smacking him and each other wildly while biting at what they could reach; arms and Tash's side. Tash's scales helped with most the pain, but it didn't negate not feeling little blunt smacks. The front of his shirt got scratched up where a stray webbed foot managed to get his chest, leaving a smol gash on his chest. It wasn't easily tolerable, but still noticeable, his belly side was not as rough as most of his body. A gooooose had managed to reach the crops began scooping up a onion, head to the sky, trying to let gravity make it fall into its gullet. Tash super man style stretched his left arm infront--- thumbs up while shaking his head, before leaping at the distracted birb with his mouth open catching the birb with his mouth with a forceful yet controlled bite locking it in place to not bite any further hurting it. "Gotcha enimey!" went through Tash's head has he was still flying off the ground goose shaking like a flag. Unforchantely Tash landed sliding into the crops serval feet leaving a land trail with onions sprayed about. To make matters worse the muddy ground grabbed on to Tash's feet as his velocity slowed and suddenly had him fall front side. Tash heard a crunch in his mouth. Tash continuing to hold the bird dropped the one from his mouth to see he had killed it by mistake.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul The jungle was not merciful to the weak, or those unable to work together. Angry barks filled the air, with intermitted yips and yaps. The kobolds at the outer perimeters was already swarmed, though mostly from the birds rushing in a feeding frenzy rather than attacking them directly. The staggered lines hit them first, thinning their numbers, but there was still too much for the kobolds to handle, the final shield wall bristling with the better equipped chief and his retinue looking to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. But that was why they were here. Spikers of a newly formed group, gathered for their abilities and their resonance with the strange magical objects. The elf was classically trained, and certainly mere birds weren't any match for him. Beautiful arced swings flashed out, slicing though their small bodies with ease. In numbers however, they were approaching faster than he could kill. He took a hits here and there, from several birds, but with his robe taking the brunt of the damage, he would probably only be bruised if that. Amitha was less refined, simply charging into the fray like an angry goat, swinging wildly at the crazed birds. Perhaps not the best of tactics, but it worked well enough for the birds as she simply plowed through them. Sturdy hammer broke bird bones easily, and swinging around another weapon, even if it be the body of another bird, ensured that any she hit with it will at least be stunned for a moment, easy prey for any nearby kobolds. Effective, but without a doubt a painful one as several birds managed to kick and bite her. The minotaur was barely phased by any of the birds' attacks, with his sheer mass and his chitinous coverings. Blood and gore splattered in a crescent arc as he swung his massive stone axe through the horde. It was enough that the kobolds fighting around them tried to give him a wide berth. Like a rock against which the waves crashed, his resolute presence was enough to cow even the frenzied birds, slowing down the rush in his area. Tash didn't fare as well however. Falling down onto the mud after killing one, he was immediately trampled upon by the horde of birds with no more resistance. At least the birds were more interested in the crops than actually tearing him apart. The tide was holding for the moment, but it now seemed that the farm was more in danger of being trampled rather than being eaten by this point, as the sheer number of their enemy threatened to simply wash over them. "Snagtoothed bill. Grows frenzied when small flocks amass, triggering a change to lead them to devour everything they could before breeding and laying eggs before dying." A clear voice rang out from behind the Spikers, as a snagtooth flew through the air, crashing onto a group of them so hard their bodies ruptured. A small figure just a bit taller than the average kobold walked carefully past the chief's shield wall. "Killing them all would be a monumental endeavor for this few men. Fire would both frighten and repel them." A helpful revelation, and indeed there were a few extinguished campfire as they entered the farm, but those now was filled with angry honking snagtooths smothering any chance of it being ignited in the chaos. Would it be worth leaving their front and risking the kobold lines be overwhelmed to light up the fires, or would they just stay and try to weather out the horde of birds? After all, surely there can't be that many birds?</s>	<\|message\|>Feng Feng wasn't really surprised by the fragility of the birds. Despite not seemingly able to fly their bones were still hollowed. Speed was on their side, not endurance. Still, their speed didn't help when he was used to attacking things smaller than him, those low sweeps nearly brushed the ground and the avians weren't very bright. They didn't jump they just tried to dart past him before getting splattered on the broad side of his stone axe. It they were tougher using the broadside of his weapon wouldn't work nearly as well as it did. But despite his efforts, and the efforts of the others, there was still an oncoming tide of these birds. But a voice spoke up from behind, the birds were snagtoothed bills, and they didn't seem to like fire. "Well you seem to have time, start a damned fire then." He called back. Well he could start one as well without leaving his 'post' really. Reaching back he pulled what looked like an ordinary stone from his satchel. It was flint to those who know it, a stone that made sparks easily. Since his zone was quieter than the others he got the chance to even do that without too much focus. Still he ran the stone across his immense teeth quickly, sending a shower of sparks on his stone axe. The leather was always well oiled to prevent it from rotting, the fat and feathers from the birds helped make it more flammable. A few more rasps and his weapon was alight, a vast torch of stone, leather, and wood. Unfortunately for the snagtooths...feathers were very flammable. Each new blow made the feathered fiends catch fire and land elsewhere. A shame so much meat was being potentially wasted.</s>
<\|description\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ Enter an odd situation - youtu.be/EOttMZAaURE What are we doing? - youtu.be/9F70KrO0XZ0 Race: Beast Morph Komodo Dragon Age: Tash visually looks like a young adult. Some features like around his eyes is darker, slightly wrinkled, and baggy that make him look older, but these features come from his animal side with a mix of never sleeping enough*. Sex: Hermaphrodite Appearance: 5'4" in height, tail just as long Amber colored eyes, visible capillaries in irises, forked yellow tongue, digitigrade feet, covered in dark grey scales excluding face biceps and most of the chest. White hair. covered in dark grey scales excluding face biceps and most of the chest. Personality: His mouth sometimes can't keep up with his mind, making him come off like a total bimbo sometimes. He can start talking about several things at once, and can make things worse in transition to trying to focus the words. Beyond his interests he tries to act like he's keeping up with what's around him given his lack of mannerisms. Seems to be thinking of something else. Screaming had echoed within a empty building. There sat upon remains of a small wooden animal cage, bones of several types of small creatures, and fecal matter, was Tash. The place seems to have been abandoned, with other kinds of creatures in cages with a assortment of being alive or dead. There were a few piles of dead rats on the floor being consumed by their kin. The rats actually trapped by the rat-traps were at the bottom of the piles, had rotted away long ago. After long Tash had gathered themselves, turning confusion and fear into bored contempt. Tash made a mess of bottled taxidermies and miscellaneous substances in containers. Upon a time of rest Tash could recall a females voice in their head. It turned into a memory of a hooded figure who would rummage around this room along with repeating several sentences for hours. They would hunch over serval books upon a rickety table. The memory would fade along with Tash's attempts at repeating the words of the women. The period that Tash spent in the building would last over two days and within that span he started piling like things together. Going through the building he had eaten some animals, while freeing the remaining ones. While investigating the books he came across a bestiary with several pages soaked in rat piss, others just missing. It depicted illustrations of some local fauna and races that included wolves, rabbits, deer, goblins, kobolds, and harpies. The rest of that book, intact, was written and harder for Tash to get interested in. There was a flight of stairs up and out of the basement. Upstairs, the rest of the house, was dim, dirty, and cold. It was nearly baron beyond furniture and essentials. It lacked personality and the soul of someone living within. Enough time passed forcing Tash to leave the house in search of food in a nearby forest. He ventured in directionless besides for his hunger driving him forward. He would hunt and bring game back to the hut. One day guards caught word there had been a reduced amount of deer in an area and went to investigate. On a trail Tash had been laying in a bush next to some deer tracks. Guards of the Castle happened to be marching in Tash's direction. As the men came within 20 feet of Tash, he decided to booked it after they had passed. One of the guards noticed and they apprehended Tash for questioning. . . Equipments: -Cook Book: You are stew! (Philosophy and cannibalism suggestive) -Arcane Book: (is it in a common language? If so TASH still needs to learn it!) -Thin cotton clothes Cook books to Wizardry. Tash had collected and kept several items from his "house" and from help of the people he's come acrossed. Tash normally is a foody with the metabolism to match. After developing his interest of wizardry Tash has lost them selves at times in their study sometimes starving themselves. Tash has also been found to neglect their interest in cooking when studying magic, leaving food to rot in their home. Spike Description: Tash discovered the spike during his time in the hut; when he first woke up as a beastmorph. It was piercing through his tail, which was inflamed. It was a foot in length with its ends revealing out the top and bottom. Beyond being engraved, it was made of some odd tinted metal that appears to be made of steel? with a purple glint to it. The metal looks as if it were cut hastily leaving sharp burrs. Spike Theme: "Falling" Spike Abilities: Your first ability is the ability to drop down towards earth, with more momentum and impact the higher you drop from. This will also strongly counteract any damage you might have taken from dropping down from heights that would usually injure you, up to a 10m for now. Any more than that, and you might start getting injuries from the fall damage. Activating it will stop any forwards momentum and immediately plunge you to earth. Second is the ability to affix any single item, including yourself in the air. Items affixed will not move around, nor can you fly with it. Throwing it in the air to get a greater distance will only give you about two feet of reach before it fixes itself in the air. Items (or you) affixed in the air can get knocked out of position and cancel the skill if someone hits it or you hard enough. While your energy drains slowly based on the size of the object you affix to the air, you can activate your first ability any time to make any affixed object plunge to earth with the same effects. Personal Ability: -bacteria and venom in its saliva can kill a hooman within a few days. The venom prevents the blood from clotting, which causes massive blood loss and induces shock. -powerful sense of smell: can smell carrion, or rotting flesh, up to 2.5 miles (4 kilometers) away. It uses its long, yellow, forked tongue to sample the air. -poor vision in dim light. -smaller hearing range than humans: cannot hear sounds like low-pitched voices or high- pitched screams -resistance to bacteria and venom -sharp teeth</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul With the beast slain thus, it seemed all would be fine and done. Of course, nothing was truly that easy. But it was not so, true these small flightless birds were a menace to kobolds, and anyone who had experience with them knew that the rows of serrated teeth on its beak while able to tear through flesh was more for tearing through tough fruit skins. The real danger these birds posed would be through their legs, with powerful kicks able to bruise and even break bones if one was not wary. That, and their numbers. Almost immediately the brush broke into a flurry of honking birds, rushing towards the farms. By now the staggered formations of the kobold would have made sense; without the advantage of size and weight, a proper battle line would just result in them being knocked over and overrun immediately. Staggered, they could slay what they could, leaving those who rushed past them to those behind them, and hopefully thin them enough that none remained alive to reach the crops. A wave of the birds crested over them, a veritable mob of angry honking and birds. Whatever tactics they used, it was clear they needed to thin the birds number quickly if they didn't fancy being kicked around.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- No sooner did Galain realize what he had done was a mistake until after completing his initial swing. His sensitive ears picked up the rustling quite easily, but he did not realize such rustling was indicative of something much worse to come. As such, he was at the forefront of the horde of raptors. A disadvantageous position for sure had it not been for his proficiency with the blade and his specific quirk. One of his eyes opened, revealing a glint of determination as he once again placed his hand on his blade. Like a flash of thunder, his blade withdrew from its sheath as he swiped at the oncoming wave of birb. To the kobolds, as well as to the rest of his party, the rapid swings of his blade appeared as if he was fashioning a silver net to contain a portion of the horde from advancing. In actuality, Galain was performing a simple swinging exercise, one that was meant to target every single potential opening from an opponent. As he swung his blade, Galain also kept his feet rooted to the ground. He had chosen to rely not on his frail Elven toughness, but instead the passive ability of his spike. With a standing offense and a hardy stance, Galain was sure he would not be trampled by the likes of these feathered menaces!</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng watched the interaction between elf and kobold before shaking his head. Apparently they knew when the enemy would be coming so they were led further onto the farm. Here they met the kobold chief, but was he the overall chief or just chief of the kobolds on the farm? Sighing they were led to the edge of the farm where more of the little furry yappers were positioned in a staggered line. Well that was smart, they didn't have big shields or a particularly powerful figure to hold up to a charge of...anything really. He always pictured kobolds to be hit and runners like goblins tended to be. Still the kobolds were growing more agitated before two ran out of the bushes, weapons in maws to use their canine bodies to really scamper. Were they scouts, were they leading the 'enimy' here? What was their purpose? Whatever, the giants eyes turned back towards the foliage just to see this little dinky bird creature come out and honk. He'd sigh, but he didn't forget that kobolds weren't much larger than this creature. What would be little baby cuts on him could be life-threatening wounds on the canines. The elf, Galain, approached the bird casually before whacking it across the head with his sheathed sword. Feng approached the downed animal and picked it up by its neck between his finger and thumb. He didn't get time to examine it when even more of the little feathered vermin rushed out of the foliage. Okay, the bird was a flock animal...a big flock. Dropping the first one to appear back to the ground his axe left his shoulder and was swept low across the ground with a single muscular arm. That sweep alone took out four of the little rushing creatures. their bodies weren't cut in twain as if it were a sword or even a metal axe. They were splattered and broken from the force of the blow, the stone axe acting more like a cudgel than a cutting took. His hand shifted, turning the weapon at the end of his controlled swing before it came back for another powerful sweep into the crowd of honking birds.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain "Anenome!" Amitha let out as her war cry. However, she wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith. Even then, that was a tenuous claim. Usually, an intelligent fighter would perhaps funnel the enemy. Use their numbers against them. Deploy a form of tactics that would ensure that the line is held and the bird beasts are left dazed and confused. So of course, what Amitha did was pick up the knocked out bird beast by the throat and swung it around as a weapon. She was a goat, damn it. Not a thinker. The only thing she could think about was how many of these birds she could eat when this was all over!</s>	<\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) The elf took out the goose monster swiftly just to have a hoard-more spawn out of the bushes nearby. Kobolds in a line to defend, elf ran off to continue to flex his practiced talents, and Amitha armed herself with the recently knocked out goose. Tash watched Feng start shaking his head again and began to think it was some kind of thinking gesture, after all Feng seemingly kept doing it before some of his actions. Tash mimicked Feng before Feng ran off with the others. Tash ran in as some of the stray geese began getting really close to the crops. Running in a line between the billed birbs Tash reached out grabbing neck after neck creating a upside down bouquet under his right arm clamping on to their necks, collecting about five of them. They flailed smacking him and each other wildly while biting at what they could reach; arms and Tash's side. Tash's scales helped with most the pain, but it didn't negate not feeling little blunt smacks. The front of his shirt got scratched up where a stray webbed foot managed to get his chest, leaving a smol gash on his chest. It wasn't easily tolerable, but still noticeable, his belly side was not as rough as most of his body. A gooooose had managed to reach the crops began scooping up a onion, head to the sky, trying to let gravity make it fall into its gullet. Tash super man style stretched his left arm infront--- thumbs up while shaking his head, before leaping at the distracted birb with his mouth open catching the birb with his mouth with a forceful yet controlled bite locking it in place to not bite any further hurting it. "Gotcha enimey!" went through Tash's head has he was still flying off the ground goose shaking like a flag. Unforchantely Tash landed sliding into the crops serval feet leaving a land trail with onions sprayed about. To make matters worse the muddy ground grabbed on to Tash's feet as his velocity slowed and suddenly had him fall front side. Tash heard a crunch in his mouth. Tash continuing to hold the bird dropped the one from his mouth to see he had killed it by mistake.</s>
<\|description\|>Jon Taylor Age: 25 Appearance: Slightly shorter than average in terms of height, with a tanned complexion and brown hair and eyes. Personality: Jon has always been more interested in books than other people, and as such his social skills are less than perfect. However, he is skilled with technology. Though he rarely interacted with them (that was his brother's job), Jon is knowledgeable about the resurrected species on the island… at least, the ones that InGen showed to the public. About: Formerly an intern at Jurassic World, Jon was able to land the gig thanks to help from his twin brother Hunter, who worked as a handler for some of Isla Nublar's carnivorous species. However, two years ago, his brother was reassigned and Jon rarely saw or heard from him. In 2015, both brothers were on the island when the Indominus rex escaped her paddock. While Jon evacuated Isla Nublar without injury, Hunter was not so fortunate. Though the details were never fully disclosed by Masrani Global, Hunter was attacked and killed by an escaped carnivore in the northern part of the island. Now, almost a year later, Jon has been approached by an individual offering not only money and a chance to catalogue the dinosaurs, but to find closure for his brother's death.</s> <\|message\|>Jon Taylor Cupertino, California \| July 2016 Christ, it was hot. Reminded him of Costa Rica, minus the humidity. He could live with dry heat, at least. As he made his way to the meeting place, he checked his watch. 12:30. If his contact wasn't already there, they would be there soon. Jon picked up his pace. His eyes were drawn to an old, dilapidated ad on the side of a building. One half showed a parent and their child rolling in a Gyrosphere among grazing herbivores, while on the other was a snapshot of the Mosasaurus leaping from the water to snag a shark for a snack; in the center separating them was that familiar logo with a skeletal Tyrannosaurus. Jon stepped into the shop, and was greeted by a young barista. "Hi, there, what can I get you?" "Just a small iced coffee for now." He glanced around at the other patrons. None of them really stood out. But what was he expecting? His contact to look like some secret agent? "Mr. Taylor, I presume?" Jon turned to see a woman dressed in a simple blouse and slacks. She was tall, with a tanned complexion, and brown hair and eyes. "That's correct. And you are?" "All in good time, Mr. Taylor." "Please, Mr. Taylor was my father. Jon is fine." He paid for his coffee. "Are we waiting on someone else?"</s> <\|message\|>Agent Grey (Identity Hidden) Cupertino, California \| July 2016 'The contact is looking into the recent events surrounding the Island...' the message played as Agent Grey walked down the busy street, he wore a simple white button up dress shirt and shorts. Grey had a hand on the earpiece that was playing the message regarding his current mission: investigation on the conspiracies regarding Isle Nublar. The summer heat was sweltering as he made his way towards the meeting scheduled, rubbing his temples Grey looked around his surroundings. He couldn't see anything suspicious from behind his shades, yet his brown eyes were ringed with lines from lack of sleep. "Damn it," the agent sighed while crossing the street "Why do I always get a mission at the worst opportunity?" Grey frowned looking up to the familiar ad on a nearby building and shook his head "My daughter finally gets engaged and her old pops going to miss everything...I knew I should have become a fisherman like my father but nooooo!" reaching the coffee bar he made his way inside and looked around. The barista greeted him and he walked to the counter towards two people.</s> <\|message\|>Jon Taylor "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." The woman offered the agent a smile. "Mr. Grey, I presume. My name is Roberta Regis, but please Bobbi is just fine. Follow me, please." She led the two men to a table near the back of the shop, away from the other patrons, and sat down. "Let's get introductions out of the way. Mr. Grey, this is Jon Taylor, formerly an intern working at Jurassic World." She turned to Grey. "Mind introducing yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Agent Grey (Identity Hidden) "Harvey," the agent lied "Harvey Grey." Grey said offering Jon a handshake after he took his shades off "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Jon" Grey smiled creasing the lines under his eyes. He knew a little more about the man than he let on as he viewed files on the mans past even before Jon worked at Jurassic World.</s>	<\|message\|>Jon Taylor "Now, you're wondering why you're here," Regis said. "I represent a client who is very much interested in obtaining genetic samples of the resurrected species on Isla Nublar." Jon frowned. "Why? To make another theme park and sell more popcorn?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I understand why you say that," Regis said. "InGen and Masrani have exploited these animals since the very first dinosaur was cloned. And with files leaked by groups like the Dinosaur Protection Group and a hacker known as '8kun', I don't blame you. Illegal experimentation and cloning on Isla Sorna, dinosaurs trained or modified for the end goal of being used as living weapons... the list goes on. "However," she went on, "there have been some developments on Isla Nublar since the Indominus rex incident. Populations among many species are rapidly declining. Between a lack of the usual medical care and the amount of predators on the island, herbivore populations may fall back into extinction before the end of the year. The client I represent wishes to make a genetic catalogue of every species on the island, if possible." "For what goal?" "For the same reason that DNA samples from other species are preserved: to preserve biodiversity. These are magnificent animals that, regardless of the circumstances, are a part of our world now. My client plans on finding a suitable new home for the animals, cloning them, and then leaving them to their fate. Trust in nature, as John Hammond once said."</s>
<\|description\|>Julia "Juls" Banks Age: 14 Gender: Female Personality: Excitable and sociable, Juls has a zest for life and likes to think she's friends with everyone. She can laugh easily at herself, and it is hard to hurt her feelings because she is so slow to believe anyone is being deliberately mean. Her boundless confidence extends to those around her, and she has a knack for making others believe in themselves. A middle child at heart, she likes to keep the peace, and will never be the one to escalate a situation. Julia glides easily between friend groups, and makes a natural intermediary. Bio: Julia lives a privileged life in a comfortable family. Typically, she loves her brother Jacob dearly, and will joyfully tag along with him, even when she's not wanted. She tries to drag their other sister along, but she is too much of a quiet soul to get into much trouble. In school she does well in quizzes and tests and the like, but is known for missing homework, especially writing assignments. Appearance: Weapon: (Everyone will be able to become a Keyblade Wielder when the plot gets rolling. So go ahead and leave this blank until then.) Spells: (Similar to the Keyblade. You'll be learning these after the plot picks up, so feel free to leave this blank for now.) Abilities: (Attacks like Strike Raid or Sonic Blade can go in here, in addition to more passive abilities. But like with spells, leave it blank for now.)</s> <\|message\|>Erik Z. Osteriecher Jr. \| "Zacharius Eckert" ('Zack') Eyes opening as though pulled startlingly from a slumber, Zack felt himself plummeting head-first through what seemed an endless abyss of darkness. Panicked, he writhed and spun through the air with his best impression of catlike movement in the effort of correcting his position, hoping that his feet might find ground to land on. His hair began to fly upward, his helpless body feeling the acceleration of its descent into the unknown depths below. Faster and faster, it seemed each shift in his alignment exacerbated the sense of falling, until... Finally! He managed to set his feet below him; he at least stood some chance if he could just land on his feet. However, just as his body righted itself into a better landing posture, he felt the speed of his dive slow. He was no longer in a perilous free-fall; where he should have reach terminal velocity, a force began to counter his momentum. Rather than slamming in a knee-shattering impact, Zack slowly floated as if struck by a weightlessness. Gently, and beyond relieved, he set down softly upon a barely visible surface of an obscure material. As if activated by the pressing of his feet against it, the surface suddenly lit up with a sudden brightness with no apparent origin. Now bathed in the ethereal light, Zack could clearly see where, and what, he was standing upon. His eyes widened in disbelief. Firmly beneath his weight was a large, circular space, formed by what felt like a sort of stone, yet glowed similarly to stained glass filtering light. Set upon the surface was a massive scale, mosaic style work of art. Wanting a better view of the imagery, Zack stepped back several paces, faltering to regain balance as his heel landed upon a sudden nothingness. Shocked, he spun about, he peered downward. He let out a harsh gasp at the view... or lack thereof. The structure he was standing on was a sort of tower, or pillar, that spanned downward so far the that darkness surrounded it. Sighing out relief from this near miss, he turned back to view the mosaic more clearly. Familiar figures: himself and some of his classmates from school, were the focus of the design. Perplexed, he tread curiously toward the center of the pillar. "So much to do, but so little time..." A voice broke the eerie silence. Zack, flustered, looked around, drawing his fists in expectation. But there was no one else around. "...Take your time." Zack loosened up, and stopped for a second. The voice, he realized, was calling not from somewhere in the darkness, but from somewhere deep within himself. It was clear as his own thoughts, yet not his voice; familiar, yet foreign at the same time. "Walk forward..." "Can you do it?" The voice need not have asked; Zack, without hesitation, set his steps toward the center of the mosaic. Then came a quiver and a quake; it felt like the pillar was shaking. Zack adjusted, finding his balance enough to focus on what was happening before his eyes: three stone pedestals rose from the floor, somehow without breaking through the material of the mosaic. Each was bathed in its own light in addition to that which lit the pillar. Upon all three pedestals where items, weapons of sorts; one was a shield; the other a staff or wand; the third presented a sword. All three weapons bore the same emblem. "Choose." On instinct, Zack moved swiftly towards the pedestal bearing the the sword. He clasped it in a ceremonious fashion, as a knight might receive a gift from a king. He brandished the blade before himself, carefully inspecting it. While it hadn't seemed so at first glance, it was quite formidable up close. The blade was sharp, the tip pointed to perfection, the weight balanced and easily handled. Still, he felt a heaviness, though more so in his heart rather than his in arms or shoulders. "Power of the Warrior. Courageous strength. A sword destructive power." A duty? Responsibility? he wondered before another rumbling shook him, forcing him to abandon the pedestal. All three pedestals, as cleanly as they had emerged, sunk back into the floor. "There will be times you have to fight." "Now?" A cluster of shadows raced across the mosaic floor, homing in on Zack's position. As they drew closer, they rose from the floor into the forms of five, wild looking creatures, pure black, wide, sinister, yellow eyes. They split from each other, circling Zack like ravens eying their next meal. But Zack, without knowing it, could see clear what he needed to do. He gripped the hilt of his new sword firmly. As the first shadow pounced, he swung the blade up on a diagonal, slicing through the creature as it fell towards him; it's form dissipated into a black, smoke-like substance before vanishing completely. Zack turned, facing the other four shadows. Another made a leap towards him. Fluidly, he slashed the blade on a horizontal, cutting through it just as easily as the first. The third ran along the ground, sinking into the floor as it moved towards him, and then rising back up, scratching at Zack's leg. Gritting his teeth against the unexpectedly sharp pain, Zack pulled back, and dropped his blade, cutting through the beast. Two of the creatures now remained, and both, learning from the error of their three packmates, assailed Zack in unison, both running at him from the side. Zack quickly shifted to his left, putting space between himself and the shadow coming from his right, while thrusting the blade through the one on the left. The shadow dispersed, and Zack pulled the sword back, bashing the last shadow down with the pommel of the hilt, knocking it to the ground. The creature, flustered but not defeated, staggered in recovery from the hit. Wasting no time, Zack charged on the monster, driving the tip of the blade through its head. Feeling victorious for a moment, Zack breathed heavily in search of his breath. "The closer you get to the Light, the greater your shadow will become." On cue, another shadow appeared. This one, however, emerged from underneath Zack where he stood. "My shadow?" The shadow grew exponentially, rising from the ground, yellow eyes opening and glaring down upon the young warrior with malice. At least two stories tall, the hulking, muscular beast loomed over Zack and readied itself to strike. "No. No! No!" Zack wailed as the massive fist barreled into him, breaking his feeble attempt to block or parry the strike. He closed his eyes, shamed in the impending, overwhelming defeat. "But don't be afraid." Beneath his feet, Zack felt a strange oozy substance forming in a pool. Slowly, he began to sink into the shadows, while lashing out in a fruitless effort to escape. "And don't forget." He slashed and thrust as much as his arms could, but each cut his blade made into the shadows mended almost instantly, returning even stronger and ticker than before. "You hold the mightiest weapon of all." Zack tightened his closed eyes and held his breath as his head fell through the pool. Then, there came a complete silence, and finally, the voice calling one last time. "You are the ones, who will open The Door." ---------/--------- Zack awoke, his torso bolting up right as his eyes flew open in shock and fear. His face felt cold, and his body numb as he began to come fully awake. His senses, foggy at first, slowly returned to him. He heaved a deep breath, and looked around to confirm that he had indeed woken up. He craned his neck up at a sudden rattling, clanking noise above him. "The trains." He shifted to a seated position, setting his feet on the floor. and sank thoughtfully into the couch cushion. He had fallen asleep in the spot that he and friend often hung out at; "The Usual Spot" as they called it, tucked into a back alley of Twilight Town. "A dream?" he thought. He stood up, the weight of something upon his lap falling to the floor. He looked down, his train of thought broken. At his feet lay his Struggle Bat; he had been holding it even as he slept. He shook his head, dismissing the dream. He had no time to dwell it. Kneeling down, he grabbed the Struggle Bat, propping it over his shoulder as he headed out into the alley to train.</s> <\|message\|>Jacob Banks "Hrrm…" Jacob let's out as he takes in the strange environment he finds himself in. Under his feet, the ground seemed to be much like a giant mosaic. A giant mosaic that apparently contained a large, seemingly sleeping version of himself taking up a large portion of it. Other, familiar visages seemed to appear on the surface, the most prominent being those of his family. "So much to do, but so little time..." Breaking from his thoughts, Jacob glanced around as the voice entered his mind. Confusion ran through him as he couldn't see where it was coming from. "...Take your time." Weirdly, at best he could tell… it was coming from inside him. As if speaking through his very heart. A curious feeling, to be sure. "Walk forward..." "Can you do it?" Though an odd question, he felt no reason to go against what the voice had asked of him. With a slow stride forward, he approaches the center of the floor below him. As his foot fell upon the center, three pillars appeared around him. Upon each one held a particular item, which the voice confirmed as his eyes fell on each one. A sword. A shield. And a staff. "Choose." Hearing this, he takes one more look at each item. Jacob's eyes passed over the sword and shield quickly, but once they landed upon the staff, he found himself locked on the strange rod. Like it called to him the most. He reaches out, and takes the staff into his hands, his eyes catching the other two seeming to vanish with his choice. "There will be times you have to fight." As if to make it apparent that time is now, five small beings of shadow rose up out of black like ooze that had appeared on the floor. Instinctively, Jacob moved into a fighting stance with the staff. He held a more cautious stance, waiting for the creatures to make the first move. On cue, one lashes out to try and claw him. Reflexively, he takes a small side step before slamming the staff into the side of the creature's head. Defeated, Jacob sees the little shadow dissipate in its defeat. Adrenaline pumped through him, as both worry and a bit of excitement filled him. Again and again, the creatures tried to bring him harm. A few times, their claws would scratch into him. But even then, he would return these wounds with a strike of his own. Luckily, he seemed to be made of sterner stuff, as with but a few good hits each, they would fall and disappear into black mist. "The closer you get to the Light, the greater your shadow will become." Jacob could only watch as his own shadow seemed to expand, becoming bigger and bigger until it towered over him. It's yellow eyes glared down at him, as it raised its hulking fist back. Well. That escalated quickly. "But don't be afraid." The hulking beast of his shadow slammed into the ground. Dark seemed to spread out from the fist, cascading across the floor all around him. From this darkness, more and more of those smaller ones rose up, surrounding him. To make matters worse, he felt his balance falter as his body began to now sink into the dark abyss below him. "And don't forget. "You hold the mightiest weapon of all." And as the darkness was just finishing taking him completely under, he heard one final bit from the mysterious voice in his heart. "You are the ones who will open The Door." ———————— His eyes shooting open, Jacob finds himself in his room, laying on his bed as the light seeping from the window indicates it's a dawn of a new day. He raises himself up out of his bed, rubbing his eyes as he thinks upon the dream he awoke from. "What a weird dream. It felt so… real." A rasp at his door indicates that his sister is wanting him awake. Likely to inform him breakfast was soon to be ready. Shaking his head, Jacob throws on a set of clothes for himself, as he heads downstairs. With the smell of sausage and eggs entering his nostrils as he enters the kitchen, he sees Julia busy getting everything together. "Morning Juls," he says. He takes out a carton of orange juice from the fridge, before grabbing a couple cups from the cabinet, in case she wants one too. "Did you get enough rest?"</s>	<\|message\|>Julia "Juls" Banks Juls was humming a common festival tune as she shifted sausages around the pan. She was scooping the last of the eggs(scrambled, as that was all she knew how to make) onto a plate when Jacob walked in. "Morning Juls. Did you get enough rest for the feastivities?" "I must have," she answered, turning to take the offered cup, "I slept in pretty late. What are we gonna do?" She spoke as if their going together was a foregone conclusion. Julia scooped up a reasonable share of the eggs and sausage onto a plate for herself, leaving the spatula in the pan for Jacob to help himself as she sat to eat at the table.</s>
<\|description\|>KJARTAN KNUDSEN --- Kjartan stood quietly, the flames of his brothers funeral pyre illuminating his battle scarred visage and pale blue, almost white, eyes. He could smell the burning flesh as it curled and the corpse began to shrink from the heat. His brother had been shorter than his six feet, though just as broad in the shoulders and chest; now he was no larger than a small boy. The pyre shifted and then collapsed in an explosion of sparks that shot high into the sky, just one a hundred such blazes along the shores of the River Thet. Some, like his, served as funeral pyres while others were surrounded by celebrating warriors. Ale flowed and the screams of captured women echoed across the water as their captors forced them onto their backs. He frowned and shrugged his shoulders slightly to shift his chainmail. He had never been one for rape and had always discouraged it where he could, but trying to prevent it would certainly lead to a fight and enough men had died today. His own mead horn was still half full, the feeling cool against the blaze before him. He ran a hand through a thick blonde beard, stroking the ends of it as he stared into the fire, unfocused and unseeing. There was no escaping the reality that he was now the last of his family line. Two brothers had been killed fighting in Englaland, another had drowned at sea, and his parents were long dead of old age. As it was, he was nearing his thirtieth winter and he could feel the aches in bones and the cold bothered him more now than it had when he was young. No wife, no legitimate children of his own, and no true land to call home. What he and his brother had built had burned during the recent fighting. Now he had nothing save his weapons', armour, and the small horde he had collected over the years. Maybe the time had come to seek new opportunities elsewhere, somewhere far from the blood and death. His hand drifted from beard to battered pommel of his longsword as he absently rubbed the leather. There had been talk over the past months of a land far to the West, beyond even Iceland and Greenland. Rumours of a huge land, inhabited by tribes of men who some said were Arabs, and filled with such beasts and great forests that no man need be hungry or cold again. That would suit him just fine. He hated the cold. Post Catalogue: 1. To Go West (Kjartan and Jaska) 2. Finding a Crew (Kjartan and Åse 3. The Saxons Attack (Lise and Sisse)</s> <\|message\|>KJARTAN KNUDSEN Kjartan Knudsen --- The mood in the longships was nothing short of fury mixed with black humour. Danes were not used to retreating, even less so to defeat. Call Thetford what you wanted, a victory one day, certainly a defeat the next and no one was happy about it. Of the seventeen longships that had been on the beach, three had burned, another had eventually sank, and only one Saxon ship had been captured to replace them. The dead seemed likely to number more than sixty and no single oarbank was full as the Danes rode the current northward. "Well that was shite," Lise was muttering as she cleaned mud and blood from literally every article of clothing and gear she owned by scooping up river water and scrubbing with a handful of straw. "Pure shite." "Aye, that's a fine way to put it." Her sister agreed, her own equipment immaculate save for the blood that sheeted her axe from blade to rope knotted handle. "A shame we could not stay to kill more of them, though I don't think I am destined for a heroic death on some nameless Saxon riverbank." Kjartan, pulling strongly at one of the nearest oars, eyed the two with interest. They were identical in every-way save for a small scar on Lises right cheek. Whip thin with long black hair, green eyes, and almost fairy like looks, they were often underestimated by their enemies or mistaken for children. They had joined the crew a year before, rescued from a Frankish slaver, and been valuable members of the crew ever since. He had been present when they took their blood oath to never be taken alive by anyone again. There no doubt among those who had been present that they meant what they said as their bloodied palms joined over their offering to Freya. "We got careless," Jaska, across the vessel from Kjartan and pulling his own oar, chimed in. Nothing ever seemed to worry the Finn, nothing. It was disconcerting at times and Kjartan had teased him about it on occasion. Jaska would always just shrug his shoulders and smile. "Over confident." "That does seem to be a problem with men..." Lise muttered as she scrubbed at a particularly stubborn patch of mud that had stained the grip of her short-sax. "Always got more confidence in their skills than they ought too." Jaska laughed. "And yet even you two got caught napping, what's your excuse there, eh?" "All these beards are rubbing off on us. We were as dozy as you lot." Sisse replied. She and her sister could volley a conversation back and forth between them in a way that left most folk confused. Jaska was the only one who was apparently impervious to their games. "Right, bearded.." "Snoring." "Likely as not playing with your cocks." "When you should have been keeping watch." "I won't even ask you what you were playing with." He interrupted them mid-flow and tossed an amused smile at them. There had long been a rumour among the army that the sisters were lovers but Kjartan did not think there was any truth to it. Their stories of being enslaved were chilling to hear and he was certain any experience like that would forge a bond he could not understand. "My cock, obviously." Lise replied with a sly grin. The small exchange, though in truth not hilarious, brought out a few more grins among the crew. Going a Viking meant learning to survive setbacks when required; failure to do so would only lead to taking risks that would get you killed and they were short crewed enough as it was. Kjartan looked around the boat, noting those who had made it, and those who had not. Åse was hunched at the rear, squatting next to the steering oar as she guided the longship down the river. They were picking up speed and she gave a quick command to cease rowing. The river would take them the rest of the way to the sea. It wouldn't be a fast trip, but it would give them time to lick their wounds and not limp into Lynn like whipped dogs. There they could resupply, re-arm, and discover which of their crew wished to continue the journey.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET Åse Ingolfsdatter --- Dried mud and blood flaked off of Åse's arms and body as she steered their vessel down river using her weight to maneuver the oar she managed. Taking a quick glance behind her, the young woman saw no signs of a pursuit behind them. Perhaps the Saxon's decided to celebrate the victory of taking back Thetford rather than chase them completely out of their land. Åse had the mindset to call them fools, but she rather not curse their good luck. The enemy's lack of the drive to hunt them allowed the Danes to escape, recover, and plan their next move before their enemy could decide it for them. The talk on the boat was a welcomed distraction as her arms worked to keep the boat in her control though it was not necessarily a taxing task as they moved with the current. Many spoke of retaliation as they were not accustomed to the taste of defeat, others spoke of their carelessness, and some did not speak at all, probably wrestling with their own opinions on what happened and what to do next. The young shield maiden had no such internal struggles, for she had already decided to move on from her life of battle. Feeling the boat settle nicely in the flow of the river along with the remaining ships of their division, Åse took the opportunity to relax next to her place by the steering oar and investigated herself. Save for some scratches and bruises, she had no serious injury to concern herself with and the blood that covered her body was not her own. Åse noticed that another had taken charge of Arne once he was shoved onto the boat and had made quick work of his injury. The arrow had since been removed from his shoulder, an endeavor that resulted in many curses towards the thankless healer, and a bandage now laid in it's place. The man was expected to recover, though it is too soon to tell for certain. The fourteen remaining ships of their division were slowly making their way back to Lynn, a decently sized river town that was conquered and inhabited prior to the Dane's attempt on Thetford. It was there that Åse planned to stock up and head out to world's unknown. They would reach the town before nightfall so the young women settled into the oar to rest, chuckling with the rest of their troupe as they joked about being to busy playing with themselves to pay attention to their surroundings. The shores at Lynn burst into life when their approach was discovered by their kin whom had occupied the town and took notice of their colors in the light of the setting sun. Many came to their aid, working to anchor their boats at the river's edge and carry their wounded to tents were they could be tended to. Åse was glad for this as it meant she wasn't needed for this labor and her mind could focus on other tasks. She was eager for a bath and a warm bed to sleep in but knew that a meeting amongst the lords on their next course of action was unavoidable given their current circumstances, a responsibility she inherited with the death of her beloved. It would be then that she would declare her intentions to take her vessel and leave, taking whomever wanted out of this venture. The rest would be dealt with in the morning she thought as the heaved herself over the boat and landed softly upon the sandy beach. Passing by Kjartan on the shore, she placed her right hand upon his left shoulder, squeezing it gently in greeting. She didn't have a chance to say anything sooner to the man as they both had duties to attend to in order to get their people to safety here in Lynn. Åse thought to ask him to join her, but decided against the notion. "If anything, I'll see you in the morning Kjartan." She said softly while releasing her grip on him. Her weary legs carried her into the weathered town, trading the soft sand for moist grass that licked away at any mineral particles that stuck to her leather boots.</s>	<\|message\|>KJARTAN KNUDSEN The touch still lingered as Kjartan made his way into Lynn. To call the impromptu community of wood and canvas shacks a town was being generous. In truth it was a collection of wooden shacks built around a Roman ruin that had once served as a storehouse for the salt of an empire none of the Danes who now sheltered amid its grandeur could ever understand. To the Kjartan, the Romans might have been gods. He had once seen the great stone arches that had carried water to Lunden and stood beneath stone that seemed hung in the air, higher and stronger than anything built since. Even the Christian Churches, built of brick and stone, were dwarfed by the ruins of a ghostly empire. Familiar faces leapt out at Kjartan as he made his way through the shelters; warriors he had fought alongside, merchants who had done business with, and one or two women whose favours he had enjoyed. The muddy paths that crisscrossed the space sucked at his tall boots and more than once he had to step over human shit. Disease would come soon if this continued. Keep to many folk in a space to small for them for too long and people would begin dying. Canvas roofs twitched in a strong wind that blew in from the ocean and he could see, in the distance, the white beaches where he knew small troupes of Saxon slaves worked a half salt pans to the white crystals as they dried in the sun. The Romans had built hundreds of such pits, enough to need the building in which he now stood, but most had been eroded with time; there were simply not enough people to work them. Not on the scale the Romans had managed. It was strange to think that he would be sailing away from England. For so many years he had fought to reach the rolling green fields until he had made it, at last, and then he had fought to take his own small portion of it. Now it was all for nothing, of all it, for nothing. Danish fortunes were waning in England, any fool could see it. Even in Northumbria there were rumours of uprisings and more attacks from the Scots. The English were on the march in Wessex; they had at last solved the Danish problem. No Jarl wanted to throw away their men against fortress walls and all of southern England was covered with fortified Burghs now; more were being built every year. Those Danes who remained were converting to Christianity - the nailed God was winning the war. He looked down at his hands. They were still strong, the hands of a warrior, but a thousand small cuts had turned them into a mess of white scars that cross-crossed everywhere. The tip of his left thumb was missing, lost during a skirmish with the armies of Wessex. He had a limp on cold days - he had been thrown from a horse - that hurt when the worst of weather was closing in. He was not a young man anymore. The distant wave tops were starting to show white flecks as a grey wall of rain advanced southward toward Lynn. More rain. He was sick of the rain. Was there anywhere in the world that it did not rain? A glance over his shoulder revealed the small forest of masts above the few ships that had arrived so far. Tomorrow they would begin travelling North. A stop in Northumbria, perhaps the Norse settlements in the very north of Pictland, and then West. West. To the unknown lands. * * * * * The storm blew itself out overnight. Only two shelters collapsed and one burned with its occupants inside. More ships had arrived as well, swelling the population to the point where to many folk were crammed into too small a space. Fights broke out as men angry and humiliated by Thetford looked for any excuse to vent their rage. The dead of Thetford, those of the fyrd - unburdened by armour - had begun to float downriver now and some became wedged beneath the hulls of the longships drawn up on the soft sand. Kjartan shoved one of those bodies clear with a spear as others stood to the gunwales and grunted as they thrust the longship into the running current with their oars. The river snatched at the hull, trying to twist it and drive them backward downstream. He could hear the whisper of sand as it caressed the hull - a glance overboard revealed only a muddy swirling mass that streamed out beyond the longship as it drew into deeper water. He looked over the crew and was happy to see some new members, mostly women, had joined them during the night. It was evident that they had their own demons, it appeared that no one among this crew could not, but all looked capable fighters. Åse had chosen them well. The lady herself was standing nearby, her own face turned into the breeze, toward the ocean. She must have felt his gaze, turning her head to catch his eye. She smiled and he felt his heart warm. "North, steersman, north and then west."</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Frost Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns For the glory of the Federation. --- Davenrom \| Saturday 15:29PM \| Frost's Hideout In the metropolitan city, people were going about their typical day. Cars rolled down roads, federal cargo amp-ships pulled into the docks, and life on this piece of federal territory was perfectly normal for all upstanding citizens of the Galactic Federation of Landrunia. All the upstanding ones, anyway... A renegade android nested in an old warehouse, in a largely abandoned section of Davenrom, out to the southside of the heart of the city. The building was found off the main road of Abernathy Street, only a couple streets away from a waterway meant to redirect flood surge. The warehouse was once one of three locations for a large shopping center, Megaplex, to store inventory on a large scale. It was now, however, collecting dust in a forgotten side of the massive city; An old retail building, full of useless junk, perfect for an android outside the law such as herself. No one came to this part of the city anymore, no one had lived in the neighborhood for a few years now. It was essentially a ghost town of houses and dusty buildings, and would surely be repurposed for another shopping center any day now. The android, going by the name Frost these days, sat on the steps of a staircase going upwards. The top of the stairwell was essentially her home, as the ground was cluttered with high-stacked boxes of depreciated trinkets and other capitalist wastings only children and shallow teenagers might care for most. At the inner balcony of the warehouse's stairs, a large walkway from one wall to the other accompanied by old railing, was a makeshift living quarters with the most notable things being a single-person mattress next to a hammock nailed to the walls, a large, dusty table with wipe marks, a gun, and magazines as well as several loose sheets of paper with various things on them. This was where Frost and an absent partner in crime stayed most days as of late, neither of them were on the good side of the law- they were effectively criminals. The broken windows of the second floor where they stayed were covered with tarps to keep the breeze out. It was a dull and pitiful image, living in a graveyard of retail in a completely dead piece of the biggest city on the planet, with the most things to do you could ever imagine. This was Frost's life, and she was fine with it. The android was staring out an intact window to the horizon, clouds drifted forward along the desolate sky of the street as the day grew longer. Any other person in the galaxy in such a city would no doubt be seeing a movie with their friends or hanging out after school, not Frost though. Not Frost. Androids don't live with that kind of luxury, in Landrunia's politics, metal is just metal. The galaxy was surely brimming with opportunity and time wasters for what could be everyone else in the federal territory, and yet she sat her furthest from it all. Not even two weeks ago, she and her illicit and ever trustworthy partner in crime, Vorra Mau, were nearly caught by federal agents in another heist over in another city. It was simple, sneak into a military base, steal a federal APC, stuff as many weapons into it as possibly, load it onto Vorra's ship before sunrise, and cart it off to Eyrkosh. It was an easy plan for plenty of cash to be made, but the feds changed their patrol schedule, so the two crime artists had to ditch the APC. They managed to keep an assault rifle, which was stuffed under Vorra's bed, but they didn't get the job done, so they didn't take a trip to Eyrkosh's black market, meaning they didn't get paid. The whole thing got on Frost's nerves, they weren't doing so great on cash at the moment, and Frost's bike was low on fuel; if they didn't catch a break soon, they'd be in bad shape. Where was she? A few days prior, Frost contacted Vorra just before she started crashing at the warehouse, she heard on her radio about a couple of downed ships from some starside pirates on a place called Formalis, Frost had never been to a planet like that but from what the pirates were saying, it was pretty chilly. It was just the kind of luck she needed to turn things around, so she got Vorra on the line and slipped her a couple hundred credits to scout things out since she was the one who could hop into space. When Vorra would get back to the hideout, she'd get another couple hundred for the info she could get. If it was anything good, Frost would try to jump down there with a crew to take what she could before the feds came in to reclaim their property. The only issue was she hadn't heard from Vorra in a while, not since yesterday morning. Frost shut the window and made her way over to the table and grabbed a radio transmitter, roughly the size of her hand, to try and get ahold of her partner on a low scale channel that feds wouldn't be on. Of course, anyone in the low 20s could hear her, but no one would be on them, more than likely, except those two who operated regularly on it. "Vorra, it's me. You alive?" Frost's voice sounded like it was rather rough, coming through the radio, but in person it sounded like she was speaking through a radio anyway. The papers next to the radio looked to be a drawn out, half done strategy about how to tackle the operation, from loading tech to directions gathered from chatter. @CitrusArms@LustForDecay@datadogie@Letter Bee@Red Fox</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "I wish I knew. Are you attempting to get caught by the enforcers of the law? Get a better com-device." The voice that responded was a scraping, distorted buzz that sounded harsh enough to be almost degrading but annoyed enough to not actually be hostile. Something scraped against the ground, skittered as if caught out of its hiding place and scampering for cover. Not too long after, a door could be heard clicking with a series of metallic scrapes, indicating that the locking mechanism was being undone. The gears whined and thuds ensued; heavy footsteps and a series of dimming chitters. "I'm not a fan of waiting especially in conditions like these." The lock clicked back into place and the heavy steps continued."It is difficult for my kind to move around unnoticed. The porcine kind have eyes and ears all around. I walked in the city not as a free sapient but a creature to be watched and observed. It was difficult to not give them a piece of my mind, as your kind say." His voice continued over the radio. "They attempted to follow but I lost them in the scrap-yards. They thought me another vagrant, a lumbering hulk. They know not that the squalor and decay they created was my kingdom before it was their hunting ground." A grim chuckle, sounding more like metal scraping over dried bone than anything approximating human laughter. It was not easy for his kind to replicate the language of vertebrate species. The steps stopped as the creature stopped, simply sitting onto the floor. Its massive, arthropod bulk was a death sentence for the old rusted chairs that were laid about. "I was told there was work needed to be done, work that requires my talents." The huge creature continued, content to sit inside and speak over the coms built into its suit. "I want to know how big our team is and who they are first."</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity Serenity sipped her cup of coffee as she gazed at her station beneath her feet. She watched each construction bay assemble it's current project. Some were idle, many were engaged in repair operations, some few were building new for a client. She turned slowly, gazing across the security and defense platforms dotted here and there, eventually making her way around to the other end, with the residential section and the port. Vaguely busy, as usually. The way she liked it; it meant federal security wouldn't care as much about this area. The rotation of the residential area seemed fine. She'd been salvaging components for another artificial gravity core, to build a more compact residential area, but she just had to finalize a few things in the blueprints before construction could begin. Satisfied with her inspection from the observation deck, she entered the elevator in the center and descended to the privacy of her home, the only open walking space attached to the manufacturing & processing block. She'd had one of the utility drones minding her breakfast. She wore pajamas. As she sat down to her meal, she started some music over her sound system and reviewed notes of the things they'd recovered from the ship graveyard since she went to bed. There had been some interesting finds over the few years she'd been here. If she were a better archeologist, maybe she could make more meaning out of it, but... She'd just have to let the information simmer in her brain. After breakfast, she decided she'd check out an interesting report from the spaceport, something about an ancient mech? One jaunt down some moving sidewalks, through residential, would take her to the spaceport, but finding the mech in that maze was going to be a hassle, too. She'd read some interesting things about the machine in question, and she wanted to speak to the owner about it. Heck, she should just find the owner. She remembered being surprised by his age when she reviewed the datawork. She disembarked into the residential archon of the station, following the listed address. The residential section was done up to resemble an actual town, and not just be a series of rooms on some lonely station. There were a few parks, as well. It didn't take her too long to find the place, but was the kid even in? If he wasn't asleep, would he be busy? Whatever. She knocked at the door, stepping back then and turning to gaze out over residential. If she was going to build that new section and have folks move over, she should really be sure to improve on the design.</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity She hadn't seen a picture. Vortex hadn't included it in the report because it wasn't a security report, just a notification of interest. Security was automated, with Vortex managing things until something required Serenity's attention. That's why she got the report about a boy with a mech that morning. It wasn't urgent, but it was interesting. "No need to trouble yourself, I had coffee this morning already," too much caffeine would make her jittery, not a great feeling. Courteous. "Ah, haha, you got me." He'd guessed correctly, sharp kid. "It's about your mech," she paused, "but about you, too. I don't often get lone kids on my station and certainly not with hardware like that," she hadn't come in like he offered, and stood in the doorway. "I'll be frank, I want to take a look at your mech. I won't take anything apart, I promise. Unless you don't mind? I'll throw in a free tune-up, if you'll let me!" Contrarily, she suggested they leave and go to the hangar. She was more used to making space ships than mechs, but she had that old constructor model... Maybe she'd learn some things and be able to modify it in some cool way. "While we go over there, why don't you talk to me a little? Kids your age shouldn't be on their own, it's rough. We can talk while we go to your mech, If that's alright. When's the last time you had a mechanic look at her, anyway?" He might be hesitant to just trust her like that, but Serenity was a professional. Besides, she could just design her own, if she really wanted a mech. This kid had a totally different air about him than any other kid she'd met. Well, maybe not any other, but most. You meet serious kids kind this one occasionally, even in a place like hers, where you only get there by going in a ship. Or a mech. Bee</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot nodded, then said, "To be honest, I came here to get my mech maintained, anyway. So sure, you can see it and let's talk on the way - Let me lock the house up, and we can go." ------- As they walked to where Ashbringer was docked, Ascot said, "My backstory was rather simple - My parents were dissidents against the Federation and I ran away just before they can get arrested and I sent to a more 'loyal' family who would 'reprogram' me. I then used my money to travel from spaceport to spaceport for a while before becoming a minor smuggler and thief. I then found my Mech, Ashbringer, while stealing from some rich guy's treasury and it awoke my latent... Potential." To show Serenity what he meant, he created a small, orange barrier of psychic energy, which he dispelled almost as soon as it manifested. "Yes, I'm psionic," he continued, "Anyway, I spent one full year fighting against the Federation alongside the Vyexul and Outer-worlders. Then I went to this place with enough money in order to rest for a while, get my mech maintained, and of course, find wherever my parents have been imprisoned so that I can rescue them." They got to where Ashbringer, the 4.51-meter-tall mech, was, and Ascot remarked, "Ain't she a beauty? Either way, just a tune-up - Don't take it apart." Then, a thought, "By the way, if there are any 'jobs' I can do for you while I work on getting my family freed, I can do them if they pay well enough..."</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity Wow, this kid was an open book if you pushed the right buttons. He should definitely be a little more suspicious of her, even if she is the- WHOA! Psionics?! "Kid, gods, don't do that!" She spoke hushed, looking around quickly to make sure nobody was looking. "Do you know what the feds would do if they found out I have-" she stopped herself, shaking her head, "Vortex, I need you to stay on top of this one. Nothing about this kid leaves my station. Ascot, right? Do not do that on my station. Not where anyone could possibly see you." A circular holographic panel appeared in front of her face with a green checkmark and disappeared. Some small solace, there was only so much her AI could do about it from here without attracting attention, herself. Damn, this was going to be more trouble than she thought, she'd have to figure out how she could have caught this sooner. The mech brought out his potential? Does that mean it was some kind of psionic mech? She should look for strange materials. She'd have to have him bring the mech around to her private workshop so she could look at it more thoroughly. "A year, fighting? I'm surprised she's held up this long, if you're only now looking for maintenance. I wouldn't be surprised if you need parts, too. Don't worry, I can have them made for you, I can manufacture just about anything. I'll even do the work." Can't trust anyone else to work on it, anyway... They stepped out of the residential area into the security hallway between the space port and residential. It was spacious and branched off to where she would be building the residential section. She was automatically identified and let through with Ascot into the public area of her station, the spaceport. She checked for her self defense measures, but knew that the intense presense of her drones would deter most criminals from open aggression. "Feds could be here, you never know. Remember that. We'll talk more about your mech somewhere private." She let the kid lead the way to wherever his hangar bay was. She didn't have too many mech hangars, but there were a few. Most pilots came in ships, and usually larger ones. Bee</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "You can release your grip on the pistol. You would need an accelerator-mod to even dent me." He continued, his multiple mandibles stretching outwards like a gigantic set of narrow sickle-like bear traps with serrated teeth lining every appendage. He was facing away from her, watching through the wide field of view afforded by his dome-like eyes, but the length and gnarled features of his mouthparts were clear. Sapient as he was, he looked more as if he should be some creeping, crawling, mindless creature. It was a miracle his voice, rough as it was, could somehow be more comprehensible than the vile biomechanical tapestries of grotesque cybernetics, mutations, and symbiotic growths that covered his carapaced form. "We are not an illegal people. My kind have wandered your streets and back alleys before me. It is harder now but far from impossible, unless like me, you are in a certain line of work." He continued, extending one of his large arms. Even simply stretching it out caused multiple complex mechanism-like joints to reveal themselves as if it was not a limb but some enormous creature whose head ended in a formation of claw-like digits, each one moving as if bearing a life independent of the main body. A section of his wirst flicked open a series of text messages and star-maps opened up. They contained rather pertinent details - it appears he had been recruited for a very specific assignment. "I was told a certain kind of expertise was needed. Aczyiom Dvrawsxyir thankfully, is the exact sort often requested in such a scenario." He continued, retracting the holo-display and turning fully to face her.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity "I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear. Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway." "Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then." She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?" The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "Political dissent," Ascot said as the two sat down in the diner, "It wasn't even major, mostly standing against policies which would have driven people out of their homes so that the Feds can set up a few hundred plantations. They paid the price and I had to run away, as I said before." He looked away, instinctively trying to hide his grief. "But they're still alive, I know that much." He saw the residential area through the windows, and continued, "You run this well - It doesn't take... You know, to see that the people like and respect you." Note that he did use his psychic powers, though, he just hadn't needed to. A smile, "Anyway, I should order something - Words won't fill the stomach, you know." He then ordered corned beef, turkey bacon, eggs and rice as well as coffee and water, before saying once more, "So, does anyone who won't betray me right off the bat have a job?"</s> <\|message\|>Frost @datadogie Frost listen to the Vrexul speak in his strange accent as his arm writhed in legion-like manners, she watched the holographs curiously. They emerged from his body like he was machine-like. Perhaps they weren't as different from androids as they seemed. Frost slowly pressed her gun into a holster she kept at her hip while he continued. This creature was like a hundred smaller ones, he was weird to look at, but it didn't bother her. She had seen unusual things before. This guy, Aczyiom, apparently, caught wind of their operations. Did he hear about it on the radio? Elsewhere? "Where'd you hear something like that?" Her own face was just a metallic sheet of rough texture with a glowing pair of eyes, no mouth, no nose, just glowing dots that suggested eyes. She was wearing street clothes, and old white t-shirt and her jacket, looking a little out of place with the scene around them. "How'd you find t-" Beep...Beep...Beep. "Who's this?" Frost picked up the datapad and hit the call button, setting it to speaker.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "The walls have eyes and ears. So does the dirt. An old saying from my homeland." His response was about as casual as he could get with a voice like rusting metal and rotting wood and a body like a jigsaw puzzle of segmented biology. It was an old saying but it wasn't wrong - work wasn't always steady for a vagabond like himself. Between dodging Federation patrols and dealing with the more unscrupulous parts of galactic society, it wasn't necessarily easy for someone was conspicuous as him to get work through official channels. Listening in, sometimes where he shouldn't be, was a necessary skill. The fact that he hadn't simply murdered anyone made it clear that he had skills he didn't mind putting to use in the service of another's goals.</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity "Rright, yeah, you told me that part." Just political opinion? Man, she knew the Feds were upright, but this was something else. Serenity ordered a breakfast with some french toast and bacon. Paid the price for what, wanting decent policies? It's why she left federal space and employ. It had been a while since she'd had a serious chat with someone. She'd talk with her residents, but she kept it fairly professional with most of them. "Well, kid, you give people the things they need with fair conditions and that tends to happen. The people living here are ultimately under my protection. They live on the station I built myself. Even better that it's on the edge of federal territory, and they don't have to deal with the bullshit. They appreciate that, y'know?" "Looking for work? Mm..." Well, as long as he wasn't running around with his telekinesis all over. "There's always something to be done for the station. Vortex knows what she needs." The kitchen sizzled, they could hear it from their seat. The diner was fairly quiet, just a few folk having their own meal. "I've got a couple builder mech suits, depending on how long she takes with your maintenance. They're nothing special like yours, but they do the work I need." Their food didn't take long to come to them. Serenity didn't waste any time in digging in, thinking about what the lad could do. "The work you'll find around here might be a bit boring, kid. We don't get a lot of excitement out here, which suits me perfectly fine." I should look into where his parents might be held. But, say we rescue them… what then? She certainly didn't want to bring the feds here in force or anything. She didn't have the kind of firepower to defend herself against the Federation if they really decided to come down on her. She might last a little while, but that'd just put her on the run again… Not something she was excited to go back to. "Do you have any sort of plan? For how you're going to proceed from here." If he had somewhere to go, or some such, that would make things easier.</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Milfuegos Xavier crushed another can of energy drink. The crumpled can was bank shot from the wall and into the trash bin whereupon landing Xavier would crack open another one. The fruity scent of the spicy, mango-lime drink filled the air around him. He would sip it slowly as he stood around thinking what to do. Formalis, that was the boonies-ass planet he was heading to. It was rather unfortunate for him, that after already being in a remote sector, that he ended up wrecking his ship on a field of spacejunk flotsam. Xavier had already preformed maintenance on his blade, cleaned his clothes, and outside of some reorganization and cleaning of his ship he had no intention of doing, he had nothing else to do. He'd exit his ship and pass the airlock into the merchant ship it was attached to. Dressed in sweatpants, sandals, and a faded graphic tee, he wander around. From the corner of his eyes he'd spot one the crewmates that picked up on the distress beacon. "Thanks for picking me up man. I already sent some credits as thanks." "No problem. You're awfully far from most places, but once we land you should be able to get your repairs done and be back to civilization." The crewmember replied. Xavier wandered around some more and sat by a window. A large blue and white ball stood amidst the stars and darkness. So this was the planet they were heading to. He'd just sit back and wait for the ship to enter orbit. Minutes would pass and then the ship would rumble as they entered the planet's atmosphere. He'd get ready to go back and change clothing once they landed.</s> <\|message\|>Frost Frost checked her gun's mag near the door as Vorra's ship touched down, her emotionless face told nothing of her instinct to stick to an in-and-out plan. This was unknown territory, even for a neutral planet. "If the crew's still kicking, leave 'em. They're feds anyway, no skin off our backs if they freeze to death while we're here. If we run into somethin' sentient like a human or a Spryzen, keep 'em at a distance- don't shoot unless they're reachin' for a gun. Varzyrin, you're packing the most heat out of all of us, so you're best watching our backs. Rest of us'll set to scrapping things. If it's breathin' leave it. If it's shooting us, light it up." That was the plan. Reactionary self defense only. Frost's tone was clear and concise, she was clearly used to leading operations like this before. As the door opened up to fill the ship with cold, dry mist, Frost took a step out onto the fresh-fallen snow. The dead mass of ships in front of them. "Alright, let's get grabbing." And so they did. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ridge... Dozens of footprints added together more and more, a mass of furs and bodies trudging together towards the noises they heard further away. Skala. Scavengers, to be precise. Word began to circulate that something fell from the sky a good few moons ago, yet to be touched. The Skala making their way past the mountains were nomads, hunters who didn't take to civilization that few ever take to. They were not carrying guns, they had spears, and bows made from nature in anyway they could manage, animal sinew and bone, trees, whatever one could scavenge and work with on Formalis, one did. It would still be a while before the two groups of individuals met face to face. They were too far away in the snow and hills to be seen by their lookout, much less the rest of them. Skala were in great many numbers on this planet, but they had a tendency to cling together in groups, so they were difficult to come across. The noise of an intact spacecraft landing on their planet, which was otherwise dead silent, only perked their ears more than the prospect of unclaimed scavenging.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski Vazyrin nodded and immediately made his way across the snow, sinking in deep with his immense weight. It barely seemed to dissuade him as he casually sunk his claws digits into the body of his rifle, causing a wet ripping sound that teetered on the edge of completely bisecting the weapon. That's what wone might think if not for the fact that his carbine began to extend with pale, newborn biomass manifesting in the space between its elongating barrel and slimming body while its stock began to mold as if being forced into the shape of some sort of x-shaped cup-like mass, bracing against his shoulder. "Get going and stay on the coms. Ping me every five or so minutes. If your coms go down and an emergency happens, make noise and light." With that, the huge creature advanced and settled on some of the elevated ground, partially shoved upwards from the cratering brought about the crashed vessels. His powerful claws stretched out from underneath his raised gun, shovelling away dirt and snow as he began to burrow into ground, soon partially concealed as he shovelled snow onto the rest of his body with smaller rear legs with brush-like claw-digits. Soon, he looked little more like a rock formation himself, keeping a close eye on the vast plains. Subtly, a group of six or so flat-bodied creatures crept out from the snowy pile. Two skittered off to the crashed ships, climbing atop for a better vantage point and the remaining four split off to form a perimeter around the area. "I've set up my surveillance. I'll let you know if I detect anything unusual."</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity "Vortex will take care of arrangements. The merchant will be waiting for you in the spaceport, but you can probably just rendezvous on departure." The elevator door opened and quickly and she let Ascot board with her before taking the elevator to the hangar bay, beneath her workshop. Vortex should have already had the mech ready to go. "If you want to purchase supplies, I suppose Vortex could also load your supplies for you. She'll figure it out." The elevator opened to reveal the hangar, and there it was, the Ashbringer. "Alright, kid. I think that merchant is ready to leave when you are. Be careful out there." She'd stay by the elevator, letting the kid walk to his mech and waiting until he got in before she'd get back in the elevator. She needed to review Vortex's report and get to work on her designs. ~~~ The coming week was enough time for her to finish designing an upgrade to one of her builders. Nothing major, just some performance optimizations. She'd started construction on the new residential section, and had plans to convert the existing one into dedicated food productions once work on the new one was complete and everyone moved over. That'd also put her personal quarters behind tighter security, something she wasn't opposed to. For the moment, she was taking a break from things. A nice stroll through the park in residential was what the mind needed. For all the trees, though, there wasn't any wildlife... She missed the sound of birds and forest critters. Maybe she'd have to arrange for some. Would they live happily here, though? If she wanted to bring animals here, they should be able to live well. Sounded like she'd have to balance an ecosystem, and that sounded like a nightmare.</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "I wish I knew. Are you attempting to get caught by the enforcers of the law? Get a better com-device." The voice that responded was a scraping, distorted buzz that sounded harsh enough to be almost degrading but annoyed enough to not actually be hostile. Something scraped against the ground, skittered as if caught out of its hiding place and scampering for cover. Not too long after, a door could be heard clicking with a series of metallic scrapes, indicating that the locking mechanism was being undone. The gears whined and thuds ensued; heavy footsteps and a series of dimming chitters. "I'm not a fan of waiting especially in conditions like these." The lock clicked back into place and the heavy steps continued."It is difficult for my kind to move around unnoticed. The porcine kind have eyes and ears all around. I walked in the city not as a free sapient but a creature to be watched and observed. It was difficult to not give them a piece of my mind, as your kind say." His voice continued over the radio. "They attempted to follow but I lost them in the scrap-yards. They thought me another vagrant, a lumbering hulk. They know not that the squalor and decay they created was my kingdom before it was their hunting ground." A grim chuckle, sounding more like metal scraping over dried bone than anything approximating human laughter. It was not easy for his kind to replicate the language of vertebrate species. The steps stopped as the creature stopped, simply sitting onto the floor. Its massive, arthropod bulk was a death sentence for the old rusted chairs that were laid about. "I was told there was work needed to be done, work that requires my talents." The huge creature continued, content to sit inside and speak over the coms built into its suit. "I want to know how big our team is and who they are first."</s> <\|message\|>Serenity Serenity sipped her cup of coffee as she gazed at her station beneath her feet. She watched each construction bay assemble it's current project. Some were idle, many were engaged in repair operations, some few were building new for a client. She turned slowly, gazing across the security and defense platforms dotted here and there, eventually making her way around to the other end, with the residential section and the port. Vaguely busy, as usually. The way she liked it; it meant federal security wouldn't care as much about this area. The rotation of the residential area seemed fine. She'd been salvaging components for another artificial gravity core, to build a more compact residential area, but she just had to finalize a few things in the blueprints before construction could begin. Satisfied with her inspection from the observation deck, she entered the elevator in the center and descended to the privacy of her home, the only open walking space attached to the manufacturing & processing block. She'd had one of the utility drones minding her breakfast. She wore pajamas. As she sat down to her meal, she started some music over her sound system and reviewed notes of the things they'd recovered from the ship graveyard since she went to bed. There had been some interesting finds over the few years she'd been here. If she were a better archeologist, maybe she could make more meaning out of it, but... She'd just have to let the information simmer in her brain. After breakfast, she decided she'd check out an interesting report from the spaceport, something about an ancient mech? One jaunt down some moving sidewalks, through residential, would take her to the spaceport, but finding the mech in that maze was going to be a hassle, too. She'd read some interesting things about the machine in question, and she wanted to speak to the owner about it. Heck, she should just find the owner. She remembered being surprised by his age when she reviewed the datawork. She disembarked into the residential archon of the station, following the listed address. The residential section was done up to resemble an actual town, and not just be a series of rooms on some lonely station. There were a few parks, as well. It didn't take her too long to find the place, but was the kid even in? If he wasn't asleep, would he be busy? Whatever. She knocked at the door, stepping back then and turning to gaze out over residential. If she was going to build that new section and have folks move over, she should really be sure to improve on the design.</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider The door opened to reveal a sixteen-year-old kid in a jacket, shirt, pants and a simple set of slippers, a sixteen-year old boy who opened his eyes wide in surprise upon seeing Serenity then quickly recovered enough to let her in, saying, "Ms. Serenity, I didn't expect to see you! Come in, come in..." Letting her inside the interior of his home, Ascot hoped that the scrupulously-clean interiors didn't come off as too bland - He just didn't want to be attached to his temporary home. Either way, he continued, "I'll have the drones make you some tea - Or I can make it myself, whichever you prefer." Now, why would the station owner come here? Is it curiosity about the mech, or does she have something to do for me? Ascot thought as he waited for Serenity to respond to his offer of tea. Once he had paused long enough, the young man continued, "I presume that this has to do with the Ashbringer? If so, I'm prepared to answer whatever you want as long as it doesn't endanger my life and safety - After all, I have my own secrets." And he did, having fought against the Federation alongside the latest push by the Vexyeul and the outer colonists before parting ways with them (amicably) due to differing ideologies and some whiff of mistrust. That and upon finding out he was psychic, they chose to communicate with him via robots and paper mail instead of face-to-face. Either way, he had gotten a good haul of money and a lead as to what Federation Prison his parents were locked up in. Now all he needed was more money and reliable partners in order to assault said prison and secure his parents' freedom. Then they can be a happy family again.</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity She hadn't seen a picture. Vortex hadn't included it in the report because it wasn't a security report, just a notification of interest. Security was automated, with Vortex managing things until something required Serenity's attention. That's why she got the report about a boy with a mech that morning. It wasn't urgent, but it was interesting. "No need to trouble yourself, I had coffee this morning already," too much caffeine would make her jittery, not a great feeling. Courteous. "Ah, haha, you got me." He'd guessed correctly, sharp kid. "It's about your mech," she paused, "but about you, too. I don't often get lone kids on my station and certainly not with hardware like that," she hadn't come in like he offered, and stood in the doorway. "I'll be frank, I want to take a look at your mech. I won't take anything apart, I promise. Unless you don't mind? I'll throw in a free tune-up, if you'll let me!" Contrarily, she suggested they leave and go to the hangar. She was more used to making space ships than mechs, but she had that old constructor model... Maybe she'd learn some things and be able to modify it in some cool way. "While we go over there, why don't you talk to me a little? Kids your age shouldn't be on their own, it's rough. We can talk while we go to your mech, If that's alright. When's the last time you had a mechanic look at her, anyway?" He might be hesitant to just trust her like that, but Serenity was a professional. Besides, she could just design her own, if she really wanted a mech. This kid had a totally different air about him than any other kid she'd met. Well, maybe not any other, but most. You meet serious kids kind this one occasionally, even in a place like hers, where you only get there by going in a ship. Or a mech. Bee</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot nodded, then said, "To be honest, I came here to get my mech maintained, anyway. So sure, you can see it and let's talk on the way - Let me lock the house up, and we can go." ------- As they walked to where Ashbringer was docked, Ascot said, "My backstory was rather simple - My parents were dissidents against the Federation and I ran away just before they can get arrested and I sent to a more 'loyal' family who would 'reprogram' me. I then used my money to travel from spaceport to spaceport for a while before becoming a minor smuggler and thief. I then found my Mech, Ashbringer, while stealing from some rich guy's treasury and it awoke my latent... Potential." To show Serenity what he meant, he created a small, orange barrier of psychic energy, which he dispelled almost as soon as it manifested. "Yes, I'm psionic," he continued, "Anyway, I spent one full year fighting against the Federation alongside the Vyexul and Outer-worlders. Then I went to this place with enough money in order to rest for a while, get my mech maintained, and of course, find wherever my parents have been imprisoned so that I can rescue them." They got to where Ashbringer, the 4.51-meter-tall mech, was, and Ascot remarked, "Ain't she a beauty? Either way, just a tune-up - Don't take it apart." Then, a thought, "By the way, if there are any 'jobs' I can do for you while I work on getting my family freed, I can do them if they pay well enough..."</s> <\|message\|>Serenity Wow, this kid was an open book if you pushed the right buttons. He should definitely be a little more suspicious of her, even if she is the- WHOA! Psionics?! "Kid, gods, don't do that!" She spoke hushed, looking around quickly to make sure nobody was looking. "Do you know what the feds would do if they found out I have-" she stopped herself, shaking her head, "Vortex, I need you to stay on top of this one. Nothing about this kid leaves my station. Ascot, right? Do not do that on my station. Not where anyone could possibly see you." A circular holographic panel appeared in front of her face with a green checkmark and disappeared. Some small solace, there was only so much her AI could do about it from here without attracting attention, herself. Damn, this was going to be more trouble than she thought, she'd have to figure out how she could have caught this sooner. The mech brought out his potential? Does that mean it was some kind of psionic mech? She should look for strange materials. She'd have to have him bring the mech around to her private workshop so she could look at it more thoroughly. "A year, fighting? I'm surprised she's held up this long, if you're only now looking for maintenance. I wouldn't be surprised if you need parts, too. Don't worry, I can have them made for you, I can manufacture just about anything. I'll even do the work." Can't trust anyone else to work on it, anyway... They stepped out of the residential area into the security hallway between the space port and residential. It was spacious and branched off to where she would be building the residential section. She was automatically identified and let through with Ascot into the public area of her station, the spaceport. She checked for her self defense measures, but knew that the intense presense of her drones would deter most criminals from open aggression. "Feds could be here, you never know. Remember that. We'll talk more about your mech somewhere private." She let the kid lead the way to wherever his hangar bay was. She didn't have too many mech hangars, but there were a few. Most pilots came in ships, and usually larger ones. Bee</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot could feel the surge of surprise and fear - For him as well as for herself - Which emanated from the station owner as she told him not to use his Psionic powers. It appeared that the old suspicions still lived on in this space station. He briefly nodded, only glad that it seemed Serenity was going to be reasonable about this. "I'm sorry," he said as apologetically as possible, "And thank you for your offer - It's both unexpected yet kind. Again, if I can do anything to pay you back, I will." And with that, he led Serenity to the Ashbringer's hangar bay, a small chamber more fit for an exosuit or oversized power armor than a 'true' mech. Ashbringer stood there, docked, with its crimson surface glistening despite its year-long combat career - It must have been cleaned already. Aside from the original frame, which was of unknown manufacture, it had also been retrofitted with Vexeyul weapons, which confirmed that Ascot had fought on their side. But its most notable feature was that it was so small, only 4.51 meters tall. "Ain't she a beauty?" the sixteen-year old said proudly. "Don't be decieved by the size - She's much more powerful than her size."</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity "I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear. Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway." "Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then." She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?" The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "Political dissent," Ascot said as the two sat down in the diner, "It wasn't even major, mostly standing against policies which would have driven people out of their homes so that the Feds can set up a few hundred plantations. They paid the price and I had to run away, as I said before." He looked away, instinctively trying to hide his grief. "But they're still alive, I know that much." He saw the residential area through the windows, and continued, "You run this well - It doesn't take... You know, to see that the people like and respect you." Note that he did use his psychic powers, though, he just hadn't needed to. A smile, "Anyway, I should order something - Words won't fill the stomach, you know." He then ordered corned beef, turkey bacon, eggs and rice as well as coffee and water, before saying once more, "So, does anyone who won't betray me right off the bat have a job?"</s> <\|message\|>Frost @datadogie Frost listen to the Vrexul speak in his strange accent as his arm writhed in legion-like manners, she watched the holographs curiously. They emerged from his body like he was machine-like. Perhaps they weren't as different from androids as they seemed. Frost slowly pressed her gun into a holster she kept at her hip while he continued. This creature was like a hundred smaller ones, he was weird to look at, but it didn't bother her. She had seen unusual things before. This guy, Aczyiom, apparently, caught wind of their operations. Did he hear about it on the radio? Elsewhere? "Where'd you hear something like that?" Her own face was just a metallic sheet of rough texture with a glowing pair of eyes, no mouth, no nose, just glowing dots that suggested eyes. She was wearing street clothes, and old white t-shirt and her jacket, looking a little out of place with the scene around them. "How'd you find t-" Beep...Beep...Beep. "Who's this?" Frost picked up the datapad and hit the call button, setting it to speaker.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "The walls have eyes and ears. So does the dirt. An old saying from my homeland." His response was about as casual as he could get with a voice like rusting metal and rotting wood and a body like a jigsaw puzzle of segmented biology. It was an old saying but it wasn't wrong - work wasn't always steady for a vagabond like himself. Between dodging Federation patrols and dealing with the more unscrupulous parts of galactic society, it wasn't necessarily easy for someone was conspicuous as him to get work through official channels. Listening in, sometimes where he shouldn't be, was a necessary skill. The fact that he hadn't simply murdered anyone made it clear that he had skills he didn't mind putting to use in the service of another's goals.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity "Rright, yeah, you told me that part." Just political opinion? Man, she knew the Feds were upright, but this was something else. Serenity ordered a breakfast with some french toast and bacon. Paid the price for what, wanting decent policies? It's why she left federal space and employ. It had been a while since she'd had a serious chat with someone. She'd talk with her residents, but she kept it fairly professional with most of them. "Well, kid, you give people the things they need with fair conditions and that tends to happen. The people living here are ultimately under my protection. They live on the station I built myself. Even better that it's on the edge of federal territory, and they don't have to deal with the bullshit. They appreciate that, y'know?" "Looking for work? Mm..." Well, as long as he wasn't running around with his telekinesis all over. "There's always something to be done for the station. Vortex knows what she needs." The kitchen sizzled, they could hear it from their seat. The diner was fairly quiet, just a few folk having their own meal. "I've got a couple builder mech suits, depending on how long she takes with your maintenance. They're nothing special like yours, but they do the work I need." Their food didn't take long to come to them. Serenity didn't waste any time in digging in, thinking about what the lad could do. "The work you'll find around here might be a bit boring, kid. We don't get a lot of excitement out here, which suits me perfectly fine." I should look into where his parents might be held. But, say we rescue them… what then? She certainly didn't want to bring the feds here in force or anything. She didn't have the kind of firepower to defend herself against the Federation if they really decided to come down on her. She might last a little while, but that'd just put her on the run again… Not something she was excited to go back to. "Do you have any sort of plan? For how you're going to proceed from here." If he had somewhere to go, or some such, that would make things easier.</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot's response as he ate his food was, "As you said, you're on the edge of Federal Space. Once I rescue my parents, I'll flee with them to beyond the edge, find a nice little neutral world not touched by either Feds or Vyexul Coalition, and then live out the rest of our lives in relative safety among a community of farmers or townsfolk. Or rather, they will - I plan to rejoin the Vyexul counteroffensive once I've rescued my parents and settled them, then defend against the inevitable Federation counterattack. After that, if I'm still alive, I'll join my parents in their hopefully peaceful life." A wistful smile, "And I don't intend on compromising your people's safety, Ms. Serenity - You can believe me on that." Finishing his meal quickly, the young man said, "As for peaceful, boring jobs, I won't lie, I can use those too. But if you ever need additional security and it won't endanger my and your secrecy, well... I'm good at that too." In essence, he was offering himself as his host's personal bodyguard and soldier, or even someone who would do any dirty work she might need done. A sign that while Ascot was a kid, he was one who had seen much, done much, and been permanently marked by it. "But for now," Ascot said as he was finishing his meal, "I'd be happy to help with maintenance and such, even cargo hauling. There's also salvaging derelict wrecks if there are any. But yeah, I'd be happy to work."</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "I'll take it," Ascot said, noticing the fact that Serenity might actually miss him. "Thank you for the job - I'll be taking it." Pressing the button needed to signal agreement, Ascot muttered, "Formalis... That's a real backwater, but I can see why there might be trade goods there." Going down to the hangar where Ashbringer was, Ascot found himself in a surprisingly good mood as everything seemed to be going well for him. Serenity was a gracious, somewhat caring host and an honest woman - One rare in this region of space. Either way, once back in the hangar, with his mech in close proximity, Ascot said, "So, can I purchase extra rations and supplies for the escort mission?" A pause, "Wait, the merchant probably has enough space in his ship for the Ashbringer. Does he? And when can I meet this merchant? Also, do give him forewarning that I'm a kid - He might think that's a breach of contract if he finds that his protector is one..."</s> <\|message\|>Frost In the following week... The cold of Formalis had seeped into the crashed, rimed ships on its surface. Skala wandered about them thinking them to be something curious, but ultimately they were nothing but wonders that served no purpose to the wandering people. As quickly as they appeared, they were lost to the snow. The metal and plasteel that composed their twisted and mangled frames froze and warped as rocks and permafrost pressed further down on them. It would take some considerable effort to dig the snow away from the ships, but all that salvaged material could put a team of scrappers up for months if they got everything they could. This was the break Frost and Vorra had been needing for a while now, low on credits, bad luck, and running from heat. Not good for their type. Vorra found them and all was smooth, though recently the radio chatter on the less well known sides of the airwaves were talking about some white-knight-complex-having federal toady calling himself the "Ivory Flash." Some guy in a huge robot running around clearing places out for the Feds or something. Apparently his robot was packing major heat, wouldn't be good to run into that even if they had a Vrexul communist running with them. Vorra had picked Frost up after a mildly long explanation explaining their new...arachnoid accomplice as well as carpooling for Molly who they had all met up with. Molly was her usual chill-vibed self around Frost, they hadn't spoken in a while. Frost and Varzyrin worked on getting everyone caught up to speed on the job and what Formalis actually was. It was a little awkward trying to get a Vrexul and two fugitives out of orbit, but then again, it wasn't something any of them weren't used to. once they were all aboard Vorra's ship, Frost got in front of everyone who was gathered around, for the sake of a briefing. She had a glock visible at her hip with a knife and magazines for said glock put up in her coat. While Vorra soared the lot of them through the less regulated pieces of the Federation's skies to get out from under their watch, she spoke to get everyone up to speed. It wouldn't be long before they got there. Alright, listen up for a second, if I ain't told you already, we're going to a place out of Federal space called Formalis. Vorra says it's colder than hell there but we're going to loot a bunch of federal ships that crashed there. Big ones. They hit lower orbit at a sharp curve and the clouds threw 'em off their game. Pilots'r probably on ice by now but we dunno how much time we'll have until someone sends a rescue team out there or something. The plan is we get down there and take everything that ain't nailed down, haul ass to Kastrack or some other black market where the Feds won't look, split the cash, and go one about life like normal afterwards." They had all spent a week's worth of time together so everyone by now was well acquainted, on a first name basis and background. Varzyrin was an anti-fed war hero, Molly was an anti-fed spy of a sort and Frost just a straight up criminal with good contacts. Since they were all familiar with one another, they knew everyone was here for the money, and more people meant smaller shares but more ease of shares at all. If anyone wanted to stab someone else in the back, that could put everything in a messy state. Formalis was coming into view on the horizon. Formalis A dreary, foggy atmosphere of grays and whites which could barely be seen by the snow clouds. Of far behind the planet was an orange, mopey glow that could debatably be called a sun. This was it. "Okay, we're here, everyone. Get ready fer'a landing." As Vorra hit the landing protocol on her dash, the planet slowly began to grow bigger off the windshield, which was progressively getting foggier and foggier. They emerged from the sky near a valley with the sun high in the clouds, the wind blowing hard against the ship, but unnoticeably so; their targeted place wasn't very far. Formalis was a very quiet place, herds of oryx-esque mammals big enough to mount as steeds lept away over hills into peace as they descended. Off in the distance stood high, stoic mountains that broke the pale background with their dark, gleaming colors. There wasn't much in terms of civilization, but humanoid figures could be seen in small groups, off far away with staves to walk through the snow with. Once they made contact with the ground, roughly 30 feet of space between them and the two ships that had crashed, it was time for work. One of the ships was an aerial APC designed for transporting workers, everyone inside being dead with missing bodies. The other was much bigger and bulkier, it was for cargo. One could assume that they were going to set up shop here and take the place over for the government. "Well, here we are."</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Michael sighed as he saw the message on his omni-tool, and went over to change to his pilot suit before entering his Mech, from where he reviewed the information promised to him. The dossiers shown on the mech's screen gave details of the criminals in question, an Android, a Vyexul, and a few Human subversives - These would not be easy pickings, especially as he was only going to bring one transport and resupply ship with him, one instructed not to try and help him when the combat started. Once said supply ship was safely requisitioned, he would ask its captain to speed all course for Formalis, where he planned to engage a few criminals in a firefight. After asking them who really killed the colonists on the planet, of course - He had a sneaking suspicion that those specific criminals were innocent of that particular crime. And who knows, maybe Ascot would be there too...</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot Ashbringer's sensors picked up the burst of radiation and Ascot, making a decision, flew the Mech to the source of the strange signal. As the mech moved closer, the young man sensed another mind drawing near, one clearly not human, but similar enough. As for A-150 Shikishima, he'd see the approach of Ashbringer and if he cross-referenced it with various mech models, he can find out that this was a machine like no other, a machine which was powered by raw psionic force and not just natural heat and electricity. Then Ascot, realizing that his apprroach could be taken as hostile, said through the comms, "Hey, mind if we talk? A colony here just went missing and I am trying to find out what caused it. Can I ask if you know anything about it? If not, would you mind if I search the area near you?" A pause, "And finally, you have a ship - Can I pay for passage on it later?" Michael Michael the Ivory Flash, seeing the clouds block him, decided to have Light's Wrath enter the area, taking his chances that he can threaten the criminals to talk with him in exchange for not being obliterated right away. As he broke through the lower atmosphere, finally coming into sight range, Michael tried to land some ways away from the criminals' expected position in order to keep himself hidden a few seconds longer. But if that attempt failed, he'd wait for them to hail him - They should realize the folly of shooting at him right way, after all...</s> <\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" The hard point's were automated somewhat it looked like. The ship itself, was humming very very softly. Slowly the hydraulics hissed, and a ramp lowered, a suited android walked out, looking very hesitant, hiding behind the weapons of the ship and its armor. He had vague data on the mech abilities, and it was obviously out of his ability to damage so his only option was diplomacy. "Colony? I don't have any information on a colony... Who are you, what do you want? I am armed and I won't hesitate to use everything at my disposal, even if that means launching a neutron beam from orbit, which believe me I'll do." The android was obviously scared, voice wasn't damaged, but it sounded heavily synthetic with an odd feeling like it was being forced to stay on a certain pitch occasionally. "What's the deal with coming here... When I scanned this planet there was nothing like your technology within its sphere of influence, especially after throwing myself free of a comet. What a crappy place, I'm not sure where I am, or how long I've got before that stupid junction works." Bee</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot Ascot decided not to contest the Android's absurd-seeming claim about a neutron beam, and said instead, "This is the planet Formalis - It's normally primitive but people tried to colonize it and vanished. Not just that, but there are a lot of crashed ships here and salvagers sometimes come here for scrap metal and other supplies." A pause, "I and my mech can help repair your ship if it's damaged, sir - I've had to do a lot of my own repair work during my days wandering alone." He sounded just like a child, which he was. "Either way, if you want me to leave you alone, I will as well!"</s> <\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" "No, no, its not damaged, I'm just resetting the phase buffers. My shielding is off by a few terahertz and it sucks because one thing that can damage it will, and this transport ship isn't exactly the most maneuverable." The android stepped out and pulled the helmet off. "Of course I wasn't kidding when I said I'd use a neutron beam from orbit. I've got Another ship in orbit. No crew. I'm the only one who can control that ship right now. Every single aspect is linked here to me. Just come out here and get out of the mech. It's scary. Even for someone like me." Bee</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski It took a few seconds for the humungous arthropod to detect two other presences. Soon he chipped into the com channel to get Frost on the line. He hadn't seen the skala at first; not with his own senses. With his drones, his sensory perception wasn't relegated to his own body but distributed across multiple smaller ones, linked to the central nexus of his own conscious perception. He smelled, heard, and saw what they saw like a thousand eyes inside of his own linked to a brain already used to controlling multiple limbs, bodily organs, augmentative parasites and other such components with a precision at once naturalistic and borderline mechanistic. "Vazyrin here. Skala group detected. Around 12 of them, no firearms. A click or so away from our position. I cannot tell if they are here to scavenge or if they are a territorial patrol. That's not all." His drones had picked up another signature; something like a faint tingle on their waving, whispy antennae. This wasn't a scent but a strange tingling that was almost electric. Elecromagnetic in particular. "There's something else - the pilot has gone to investigate it. I can't detect it properly from here with the atmospheric conditions however. Some sort of electronics. Someone ask them whatever it is they've made contact with." Normally, he would have gone and told the skala to stay clear. He'd been among their kind before and this planet was not unfamiliar to him. It was a good place to hide away from Federation patrols and the locals understood that. The problem was that getting up meant giving his positions away and with an unidentified, potentially hostile presence in the clear, that meant making himself a target in an area with poor cover and visibility. "I can try to contact the skala through my drones. Maybe I can stall them or we can work out an agreement. What's your call?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot opened the cockpit and climbed down, saying, "All right, you happy?" He knew that this Android wouldn't hurt him out of hand - Psychic Empathy was great for a lot of things. Nevertheless, as the boy approached the Android, he said, "So, you just went here out of curioisity or to find a refuge? As for me, I came here for a job - escorting some supplies to a colony which turned out to have vanished. But it appears you don't know anything about that, so it seems I am at a dead end." A pause, before he continued, "By the way, my name is Ascot Rider. I'm sixteen years old and already a Mech Pilot." As for Michael, the young man had managed to sneak his mech behind a large outcropping, and was using his cameras to zoom in at the Skala - Whom he did not want to harm - and the band of criminals who were already conducting what seemed to be a salvaging operation. Should he try and contact them, or stay hidden for a while longer? Needless to say, he was on watch, trying to get a sense of what exactly the environment was. It seemed as if the criminals had a lot of potential cover due to the wrecked ships all around them, making just shooting at them dificult and increasing their chances of survival. Needless to say, Michael did not fancy fighting a battle of attrition, even if it was one he was confident of winning...</s>
<\|description\|>Vorra Mau Vorra Mau is 1.78m talls with a rather slim build. She wears her blonde hair in complicated braids most of the time. They reach under her shoulders when undone. Her most distinct feature are the Wayfarer markings on her face, earning each stripe on her face for a feat highly valued by them. Species Human Gender Female Age 31 Personality Vorra is most easily described as all over the place, when it comes to her personality, at least. Generally, she is a calm, collected individual that doesn't take things that seriously, and is prone to cracking jokes at all times. No matter if it is during a merry night spent in a cantina, or an intense shootout. She tends to make fun of persons she finds repugnant based on their reputation and moral renown on a regular basis, even if it gets her into a trigger happy situation. Where Vorra knows no fun and doesn't hold back is when it comes to those who can't protect themselves. She loses her sense of humor when a situation of that kind occurs and does her best to recklessly take down anyone preying on the weak and defenseless. Be it a local crime lord or a corrupt Federation official, Vorra allows herself no rest until scum like them are allowed to breathe. Reputation The reputation that Vorra Mau built for herself is that of a Bounty Hunter. Whether the bounty is a person, a ship, a family heirloom, Vorra can be hired for the right price. She doesn't really care whether the job is against the interest of The Federation, but her one rule she never breaks is to work with the most violent and criminal elements of the underworld. She often refuses to pay full payment for jobs against said elements. Vorra is not the most valuable target to bring to justice by The Federation, but she still does her best to avoid provoking them too much. History Vorra was born on the planet Treserus, a palace described as the galaxy's foremost junkyard. Her parents were workers in the local ship scrapping facilities. Their housing was rather rudimentary, but it offered them all the comfort they needed to make a living in the scrapyards. Vorra, knowing nothing else she could aspire for in her life, so after getting her basic education, she started to work in the same line of work as her parents. She started working in the factory when she was 14 years old. She worked next to her parents for four years, earning a reputation of a hard working person. Vorra gained her tech savviness here, something she hoped to use one day to build or repair a ship and get off Treserus together with her family. A few weeks before she turned 19, the Treserus Scrapyard & Salvaging Dock 19 came under attack by a band of pirates and raiders, dubbing them to be followers of a Great Khan, on a crusade for freedom. The Federation's response was lackluster and arrived only after most workers were slaughtered, with Vorra being among the few survivors. Leaving Treserus for good, Vorra started to work as a deckhand on any ship that would be hiring a tech savvy pair of hands. This way, she travelled around the outer fringes of Federation space for four years, seeing a lot of injustice and often being the target of it as well. She was often denied payment and escorted out of ships under death threats, and she hated how powerless she was, time and time again. In the Ugurth system, she was once again escorted from a crew no longer interested in her services at gunpoint and without payment, when she had a life changing event. A group of armored assailants made short work of the crew and gave Vorra the payment she deserved, but she refused it. Inspired by the Wayfarers, as they called themselves, she instead asked to join their ranks. Her proposal was accepted and for the next eight years, Vorra trained with the group, slowly working her way and building a reputation for herself, both among the Wayfarers and in the outer fringes of Federation controlled space as well. She made countless acquaintances during these years, the one she worked the most with was - strangely - an Android going by the name Frost. The duo formed a friendship that endured even longer periods of separation. One year ago, Vorra and the Wayfarers parted ways. The group maintained a high opinion of her and they retained good relations between each other ever since. Now working alone, Vorra travels from planet to planet, accepting jobs as a Bounty Hunter, or as she likes to call it, an asset acquisitor. During her last job, she came across a finding that might secure her and her most trusted friend a fortune they could not spend in an eternity. That, or a very cold grave. Gear Vaxen Anaconda Mk.I The Pegasus is Vorra Mau's pride and joy. She acquired the ship through means only known to her closest persons, as it is a tale she often tells during nights spent at bars and cantinas. Based on the design of an ancient manufacturer, the ship serves as a mobile base of operations for the crews she is part of, and offers a rather generous amount of storage for gears and other belongings, as well as personal means of transport. The Pegasus packs a decent punch in itself, being equipped by a single Huge Gauss Cannon, 3 Large Auto-Cannons, 2 Medium Pulse-Lasers and 2 Small Missile Launchers. The Pegasus also can take quite some punishment, but Vorra avoids extended engagement due to the ship's low overall maneuverability. The most unique feature of the Pegasus is its unique dual transponder that predates The Federation, that allows the ship to reach almost any destination in the galaxy once. Vaxen Hawk Mk.II Vorra's personal speeder, the Hawk is her means of getting along the way when planetside. It came aboard the Pegasus when she acquired it, so she seems fit to use it as her own. The mileage is slightly lower than Frost's trusty beast. Guardian Mk.III The armor of choice for Vorra Mau is a Guardian Mk.III set, one she acquired legally. The armor allows her maximum mobility at the cost of reduced endurance. The boots and the backplate contain built in jetpacks that allow her to dash around the battlefield at ground level, or allow her to gain the aerial advantage. The time allowed to be in air is between 60-90 seconds total per fuel cell. The visor of her helmet contains a HUD with thermal and night vision built in. Siber K Mk.I Propellant : Radon Hydronium Battery (10gw) Ammunition : 0.75L Helium-Hydride Cell ( 6 spare cells, ~7 shots per cell ) Class : Heavy Energy Handcannon FSD 7 Propellant : 15 KW Magnetic Induction Coils Ammunition : .307 Tungsten-Palladium rounds ( 3 spare clips, 12 rounds per clip ) Class : Gauss Rifle Other PDA A Personal Digital Assistant, an equivalent of a smartphone. 447 Federation Credits 300 FC's stored digitally, 147 in cash.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity Serenity sipped her cup of coffee as she gazed at her station beneath her feet. She watched each construction bay assemble it's current project. Some were idle, many were engaged in repair operations, some few were building new for a client. She turned slowly, gazing across the security and defense platforms dotted here and there, eventually making her way around to the other end, with the residential section and the port. Vaguely busy, as usually. The way she liked it; it meant federal security wouldn't care as much about this area. The rotation of the residential area seemed fine. She'd been salvaging components for another artificial gravity core, to build a more compact residential area, but she just had to finalize a few things in the blueprints before construction could begin. Satisfied with her inspection from the observation deck, she entered the elevator in the center and descended to the privacy of her home, the only open walking space attached to the manufacturing & processing block. She'd had one of the utility drones minding her breakfast. She wore pajamas. As she sat down to her meal, she started some music over her sound system and reviewed notes of the things they'd recovered from the ship graveyard since she went to bed. There had been some interesting finds over the few years she'd been here. If she were a better archeologist, maybe she could make more meaning out of it, but... She'd just have to let the information simmer in her brain. After breakfast, she decided she'd check out an interesting report from the spaceport, something about an ancient mech? One jaunt down some moving sidewalks, through residential, would take her to the spaceport, but finding the mech in that maze was going to be a hassle, too. She'd read some interesting things about the machine in question, and she wanted to speak to the owner about it. Heck, she should just find the owner. She remembered being surprised by his age when she reviewed the datawork. She disembarked into the residential archon of the station, following the listed address. The residential section was done up to resemble an actual town, and not just be a series of rooms on some lonely station. There were a few parks, as well. It didn't take her too long to find the place, but was the kid even in? If he wasn't asleep, would he be busy? Whatever. She knocked at the door, stepping back then and turning to gaze out over residential. If she was going to build that new section and have folks move over, she should really be sure to improve on the design.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider The door opened to reveal a sixteen-year-old kid in a jacket, shirt, pants and a simple set of slippers, a sixteen-year old boy who opened his eyes wide in surprise upon seeing Serenity then quickly recovered enough to let her in, saying, "Ms. Serenity, I didn't expect to see you! Come in, come in..." Letting her inside the interior of his home, Ascot hoped that the scrupulously-clean interiors didn't come off as too bland - He just didn't want to be attached to his temporary home. Either way, he continued, "I'll have the drones make you some tea - Or I can make it myself, whichever you prefer." Now, why would the station owner come here? Is it curiosity about the mech, or does she have something to do for me? Ascot thought as he waited for Serenity to respond to his offer of tea. Once he had paused long enough, the young man continued, "I presume that this has to do with the Ashbringer? If so, I'm prepared to answer whatever you want as long as it doesn't endanger my life and safety - After all, I have my own secrets." And he did, having fought against the Federation alongside the latest push by the Vexyeul and the outer colonists before parting ways with them (amicably) due to differing ideologies and some whiff of mistrust. That and upon finding out he was psychic, they chose to communicate with him via robots and paper mail instead of face-to-face. Either way, he had gotten a good haul of money and a lead as to what Federation Prison his parents were locked up in. Now all he needed was more money and reliable partners in order to assault said prison and secure his parents' freedom. Then they can be a happy family again.</s>	<\|message\|>Vorra Mau Formalis - High Orbit \| Saturday 15:31 PM Davenron Time \| Aboard the Pegasus "Alright, one more pass should do it. Victor, prepare the probes." Vorra was sitting behind her display panel, reading down the data from the previous batch of probes. She was about to use another three from the remaining seven, but if the info Frost gave her was true, it will be worth it. " Probes on standby, awaiting further orders. " Victor, the ship's AI Assistant replied, and simultaneously, three green lights lit up next to Vorra's right hand. They were about to come upon the part she wanted to scan in a minute or two. Vorra felt her light leg jump up and down, like a spring, too anxious to stop. She was dangerously low on credits to her liking, and the Pegasus was running at half a tank. More than enough to make the route back to Davenron and back to Formalis, but she felt like she's dangerously pushing her luck. A few more seconds passed and Vorra felt her heart skip a beat as her ship reached the point from which she will finish the scan of Formalis. " Probes away! " Vorra gave the order and less than a second later, a series of three soft thuds were heard from below the bridge of the ship. " Probes are away. ETA to scan completion, 90 seconds. " Vorra leaned back into her chair and observed the screen in front of herself as it counted down the time." Vorra, it's me. You alive?" Judging by Frost's voice, she was trying to get in touch for quite some time now. She punched a button, opening a comm-link with her old friend. " Frost, it's Vorra! Alive and doing well. Still orbiting Formalis, just doing the last round of scans. One more minute and we'll know what's true about the rumors. " Vorra immediately went back to following the probes descend on a diagram on one of her screens. The minute passed in agonizing silence, and most of all, it seemed to drag on forever. Then, the screen lit up and Vorra reached to a screen with her left hand and dragged it infront of herself. For a first few seconds, there was nothing appearing, except the terrain. Vorra bit on her lower lip, only for her eyes to open in complete awe a few seconds later. The scan revealed the rugged terrain of Formalis, dotted with dozens of crashed ships. All sizes, all the manufacturers, all the models one could imagine. " Frost, you have to see this. I'm saving the scan data onto my ships computer, it's too dangerous to be sent out freely. But the rumors seem to be true. Formalis is a gold mine. My scans picked up dozens of possible wrecks, I'm actually still counting them. But they are there, waiting for us. I'll go trough the scans in depth while travelling to you, filtering out the duds. You better get a trustworthy crew for this one. There could be enough stuff here to warrant a backstabbing or two. I'll leave Formalis within the hour, it will take me around a week to get to you. You prepare your part of the plan, I'll see what we have there. " Vorra finished speaking, a smile spreading on her lips as more and more possible hits popped up on the scan. " And Frost, do me a favor. Don't get killed. Or captured. I enjoy busting your shiny ass from prisons, but we don't have that kind of time at our hands right now. "</s>
<\|description\|>Vorra Mau Vorra Mau is 1.78m talls with a rather slim build. She wears her blonde hair in complicated braids most of the time. They reach under her shoulders when undone. Her most distinct feature are the Wayfarer markings on her face, earning each stripe on her face for a feat highly valued by them. Species Human Gender Female Age 31 Personality Vorra is most easily described as all over the place, when it comes to her personality, at least. Generally, she is a calm, collected individual that doesn't take things that seriously, and is prone to cracking jokes at all times. No matter if it is during a merry night spent in a cantina, or an intense shootout. She tends to make fun of persons she finds repugnant based on their reputation and moral renown on a regular basis, even if it gets her into a trigger happy situation. Where Vorra knows no fun and doesn't hold back is when it comes to those who can't protect themselves. She loses her sense of humor when a situation of that kind occurs and does her best to recklessly take down anyone preying on the weak and defenseless. Be it a local crime lord or a corrupt Federation official, Vorra allows herself no rest until scum like them are allowed to breathe. Reputation The reputation that Vorra Mau built for herself is that of a Bounty Hunter. Whether the bounty is a person, a ship, a family heirloom, Vorra can be hired for the right price. She doesn't really care whether the job is against the interest of The Federation, but her one rule she never breaks is to work with the most violent and criminal elements of the underworld. She often refuses to pay full payment for jobs against said elements. Vorra is not the most valuable target to bring to justice by The Federation, but she still does her best to avoid provoking them too much. History Vorra was born on the planet Treserus, a palace described as the galaxy's foremost junkyard. Her parents were workers in the local ship scrapping facilities. Their housing was rather rudimentary, but it offered them all the comfort they needed to make a living in the scrapyards. Vorra, knowing nothing else she could aspire for in her life, so after getting her basic education, she started to work in the same line of work as her parents. She started working in the factory when she was 14 years old. She worked next to her parents for four years, earning a reputation of a hard working person. Vorra gained her tech savviness here, something she hoped to use one day to build or repair a ship and get off Treserus together with her family. A few weeks before she turned 19, the Treserus Scrapyard & Salvaging Dock 19 came under attack by a band of pirates and raiders, dubbing them to be followers of a Great Khan, on a crusade for freedom. The Federation's response was lackluster and arrived only after most workers were slaughtered, with Vorra being among the few survivors. Leaving Treserus for good, Vorra started to work as a deckhand on any ship that would be hiring a tech savvy pair of hands. This way, she travelled around the outer fringes of Federation space for four years, seeing a lot of injustice and often being the target of it as well. She was often denied payment and escorted out of ships under death threats, and she hated how powerless she was, time and time again. In the Ugurth system, she was once again escorted from a crew no longer interested in her services at gunpoint and without payment, when she had a life changing event. A group of armored assailants made short work of the crew and gave Vorra the payment she deserved, but she refused it. Inspired by the Wayfarers, as they called themselves, she instead asked to join their ranks. Her proposal was accepted and for the next eight years, Vorra trained with the group, slowly working her way and building a reputation for herself, both among the Wayfarers and in the outer fringes of Federation controlled space as well. She made countless acquaintances during these years, the one she worked the most with was - strangely - an Android going by the name Frost. The duo formed a friendship that endured even longer periods of separation. One year ago, Vorra and the Wayfarers parted ways. The group maintained a high opinion of her and they retained good relations between each other ever since. Now working alone, Vorra travels from planet to planet, accepting jobs as a Bounty Hunter, or as she likes to call it, an asset acquisitor. During her last job, she came across a finding that might secure her and her most trusted friend a fortune they could not spend in an eternity. That, or a very cold grave. Gear Vaxen Anaconda Mk.I The Pegasus is Vorra Mau's pride and joy. She acquired the ship through means only known to her closest persons, as it is a tale she often tells during nights spent at bars and cantinas. Based on the design of an ancient manufacturer, the ship serves as a mobile base of operations for the crews she is part of, and offers a rather generous amount of storage for gears and other belongings, as well as personal means of transport. The Pegasus packs a decent punch in itself, being equipped by a single Huge Gauss Cannon, 3 Large Auto-Cannons, 2 Medium Pulse-Lasers and 2 Small Missile Launchers. The Pegasus also can take quite some punishment, but Vorra avoids extended engagement due to the ship's low overall maneuverability. The most unique feature of the Pegasus is its unique dual transponder that predates The Federation, that allows the ship to reach almost any destination in the galaxy once. Vaxen Hawk Mk.II Vorra's personal speeder, the Hawk is her means of getting along the way when planetside. It came aboard the Pegasus when she acquired it, so she seems fit to use it as her own. The mileage is slightly lower than Frost's trusty beast. Guardian Mk.III The armor of choice for Vorra Mau is a Guardian Mk.III set, one she acquired legally. The armor allows her maximum mobility at the cost of reduced endurance. The boots and the backplate contain built in jetpacks that allow her to dash around the battlefield at ground level, or allow her to gain the aerial advantage. The time allowed to be in air is between 60-90 seconds total per fuel cell. The visor of her helmet contains a HUD with thermal and night vision built in. Siber K Mk.I Propellant : Radon Hydronium Battery (10gw) Ammunition : 0.75L Helium-Hydride Cell ( 6 spare cells, ~7 shots per cell ) Class : Heavy Energy Handcannon FSD 7 Propellant : 15 KW Magnetic Induction Coils Ammunition : .307 Tungsten-Palladium rounds ( 3 spare clips, 12 rounds per clip ) Class : Gauss Rifle Other PDA A Personal Digital Assistant, an equivalent of a smartphone. 447 Federation Credits 300 FC's stored digitally, 147 in cash.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Michael sighed as he saw the message on his omni-tool, and went over to change to his pilot suit before entering his Mech, from where he reviewed the information promised to him. The dossiers shown on the mech's screen gave details of the criminals in question, an Android, a Vyexul, and a few Human subversives - These would not be easy pickings, especially as he was only going to bring one transport and resupply ship with him, one instructed not to try and help him when the combat started. Once said supply ship was safely requisitioned, he would ask its captain to speed all course for Formalis, where he planned to engage a few criminals in a firefight. After asking them who really killed the colonists on the planet, of course - He had a sneaking suspicion that those specific criminals were innocent of that particular crime. And who knows, maybe Ascot would be there too...</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "We're making this quick. The Federation do not lose that much personnel and hardware without raising alarms. There may be other vultures looking to cash in on this as well. Someone stays on lookout duty." The rust-scraping voice of the crew's largest companion grated away warningly. This mission was simple but so was every battle he had been in at heart. Everything else that would happen rarely was. As Vazyrin finished talking, a series of loud clicks, clacks, and cocking cha-chunks responded as his arsenal (that anyewhere else would be a crew-served weapon) prepared themselves for their task. The huge arthropod stepped forward as his various firearms folded up into compact modular forms and seemingly vanished into his armour. It was dizzying to watch the plethora of alien limbs, each one guided by a single consciousness but working in an interconected series of prodding, shoving, twitching motions while his enormous primary arms and legs moved in some rough approximation of a common biped. At his enormous height, he looked almost to be guarding the landing chute if not for the fact his back was turned. "The cargo ship will be the main priority. Once we make it in main threat will be security automata; this isn't the first ship I've raided and where humans will break, they do not. That leaves the potential for flesh and blood survivors on board and if so..." He turned his long, mandibled skull to face Vorra and Frost. "Rules of engagement, if you please. For surviving crew and unwelcome visitors. I'll leave it to you to decide who stays on watch duty."</s> <\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" It was not an expected sight if you were to see it, but on a distant ridge connecting to a small plateau lay a transport, landed and fully functional. Though it looked like it wasn't used to support long term organic flight, meaning it had already been stripped or something entirely different. The somewhat free floating spherical thruster at the back rotated itself downwards and fired just for a few seconds, melting away any snow that covered the ground around it. This seemed to happen periodically, every time snow crept into a certain radius of the ship. Though it was odd to see that nothing was entering or exiting it. It was most certainly something that had not been left there. So who, or what was it? That was certainly the question. It was unpainted, and looked like it had not touched a planet, in a long time. The blade like model giving it a sleeker and flat look. The engine sphere had full range of motion through some kind of technological wizardry, and the ship was big enough to house at least four people to orbit and back at a time. It didn't appear armed from that distance, but it was most likely retractable hardpoints for EM cannons, slow but pack a punch against smaller targets. It's behavior seemed more automated and robotic than it did organic and human, activating at specific and exact distances the snow seemed to creep in at instead of time based, suggesting that it's sensors were wired to a program firing the thrusters on a low power to keep components from freezing.</s>	<\|message\|>Vorra Mau Formalis - Touchdown \| Local Time Unknown \| Aboard the Pegasus "Alright, Victor. You know the drill. Get us in there safely, and make sure you land the ship as close as you can, but on a safe place." " Understand, Vorra. You can leave it to me. " Vorra stood up from her seat and walked to her personal cabin. The last week was difficult for her, to say the least. The Pegasus was rarely packed this full of persons. And to say that their crew was diverse was the understatement of the year. At first, their quirks annoyed Vorra to no end, but after the week's journey, she got used to them. Upon entering her own cabin, she opened her personal locker, containing her Guardian armor and gear. It took her a few minutes to adorn her white gear with streaks of golden fabric interwoven in them, topped by her purple sashes. She left the hood down for now, attached her sidearm to her hip, her main armament onto her back. She attached her utility belts containing ammo clips just as the ship touched down, with an audible thud, and slight recoil as the landing legs overtook the weight of the ship. Vorra reached for her mask and closed the locker, than went back to the cockpit. She looked out of the window and saw they were right next to the wreckages they mapped a week ago."Well done, Victor. I want you to use the sensor suite of the ship to be on the look out. You can patch into our comms any time you find something. Also. Victor, initiate mainframe lockdown. Full bionic verification required to override - fingerprints, retinal scan, voice ID. I don't want anyone to mess around with the Pegasus while I'm gone." There was a brief silence before Victor replied. "Understand, Vorra. Mainframe locked down. Initiating surveillance. " Vorra looked out of the window once again before stepping out from the bridge of the ship and managed to intercept Frost announcing their arrival. Then Vazyrin spoke and changed shape in the weirdest way Vorra ever saw. She instinctively placed her hand on her sidearm, despite doubting it would do much against the walking weapon platform. Vorra gave Frost a who the hell did you find look before stepping down. "Victor stays on the lookout. He'll see more through the Pegasus's sensor suite than all of us combined. We all need to hustle up, it won't be long until the Feds come swarming to Formalis." Vorra than turned to the rest of the crew and placed her right hand on her hip."Vazyrin is right. We should focus on the big one. Use caution in there, even the wrecks can be deathtraps. As for rules of engagement." A pause as she looked at Frost, once again annoyed she could not read her face for what she thinks about. "Security automata are expandable, and salvageable. As for any Federation personal, I'd allow them to surrender. If they refuse to, well, we have no choice." She locked eyes with Frost."But I'm not the boss here. What will it be, Frost"</s>
<\|description\|>A-150 "Shikishima" Appearance - Species -Android Gender - Male Based On Appearance and AI. Age - Of Recent Memory only around 17 or 18. Detail will be explained later in the Document. Personality - It's hard to say with him. At some times he can be indifferent and cold, at others can be reliant and warm. However it depends on the state of the situation, and person who's interacting with him. Reputation - His Documentation is thin at best. He's neither a ranger or a public figure, he has no one to protect but himself, and has no real need to perform a job he was never given. It is an odd sort of existence. Being recorded as existing but never being able to access it himself. History - It would be a lie if I said I knew what I was doing here. From every angle the android seems to have knowledge of its own existence, but nothing more than that. It however has no knowledge of its own creation, and has memories recorded only up to eighteen years ago, when it reactivated. Underneath the connected suit, he is surprisingly human, having kept most of its familiarity from being human. It has an odd sort of duality, while it refers to itself as both a vehicle and a person, to a person who does not have prior information. His activation took place in an unstable orbit around a decaying comet. His direct link with a ship with onboard manufacturing systems and the prepared armaments needed repairs so he leeched off thr comet itself, repairing the systems. By himself it took years, unable to produce anything to assist him. However it was not fitted for planetary decent, and after narrowly escaping death by comet tail during a unexpected collision between a rogue asteroid and the comet, managed to make it's way to the current planet of Formalis. It's remaining landing craft wasn't in perfect condition but would last him quite a while, whilst he looked for some kind of information regarding where he was located. He has not managed to make contact with anything or anyone else, too afraid to exit the landing craft, and much to afraid to reach out. [h3]Gear - [/color][/h3] - Lotaronin The Lotaronin Is the primary orbital ship connected to A-150. It's primary purpose before supposed deactivation was as a heavy cruiser type battlecraft. Armament Type - Main Armament : Spinal Neutron Accelerator - The primary purpose of this cannon was to tear away heavy armor and blow away small craft with a storm of neutrons, or punch through ships with a heavy neutron beam. Secondary Armament : 8 x 3 Medium Photon Repeaters - Designed for medium range defense, think of them as the secondaries on a warship, designed to take pot shots at a close range target. Situated on the sides of the top and bottom cannon bars. Anti-Small craft and Missile defense: Positron Beam Emitters - Small semispheres attached to key parts of the ship to formulate a defense zone against small craft and missiles, by emitting a continuous beam of positron energy. More Info The ship seems to be designed to integrate directly with A-150, causing a state of duality, where he exists both as the ship and as the android at the same time. Issuing commands just like a human would issue commands to an arm or a leg. However connected through a quantum link, instead of physically. Hygea Hygea is the lander craft, small in size, supporting around four people at once. It was not designed to be heavily used in combat and has little armor and little armament. Armament Type - Main armament : Four type 95 EM pulse cannons- The simple solution to defense, with range of 180 degrees around them, but cannot exceed four shots every eight seconds, dealing minimal damage to large ships, but is capable of taking out fighters and missiles with some difficulty. Personal Equipment Designed as a command based android, he is not equipped with anything more than a combat disk. It's designed to take much more than a few hits from a high caliber rifle but cannot emit any projectiles itself, and instead favors an energy line to use it like a yo-yo like weapon. The armor displayed above is a multipurpose suit designed to interface with his synthetic mind, to give him detailed information about his surroundings and give him decent protection against enemies and elements. I should make this clearer. The mind is entirely synthetic based. The body is mechanical in nature and designed to be as close to human as possible. The armor is a suit he wears to protect himself against erosion and other items. The second picture is an accessory If you need help, ask me in the discord where we'll all talk the most.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "I'll take it," Ascot said, noticing the fact that Serenity might actually miss him. "Thank you for the job - I'll be taking it." Pressing the button needed to signal agreement, Ascot muttered, "Formalis... That's a real backwater, but I can see why there might be trade goods there." Going down to the hangar where Ashbringer was, Ascot found himself in a surprisingly good mood as everything seemed to be going well for him. Serenity was a gracious, somewhat caring host and an honest woman - One rare in this region of space. Either way, once back in the hangar, with his mech in close proximity, Ascot said, "So, can I purchase extra rations and supplies for the escort mission?" A pause, "Wait, the merchant probably has enough space in his ship for the Ashbringer. Does he? And when can I meet this merchant? Also, do give him forewarning that I'm a kid - He might think that's a breach of contract if he finds that his protector is one..."</s> <\|message\|>Frost In the following week... The cold of Formalis had seeped into the crashed, rimed ships on its surface. Skala wandered about them thinking them to be something curious, but ultimately they were nothing but wonders that served no purpose to the wandering people. As quickly as they appeared, they were lost to the snow. The metal and plasteel that composed their twisted and mangled frames froze and warped as rocks and permafrost pressed further down on them. It would take some considerable effort to dig the snow away from the ships, but all that salvaged material could put a team of scrappers up for months if they got everything they could. This was the break Frost and Vorra had been needing for a while now, low on credits, bad luck, and running from heat. Not good for their type. Vorra found them and all was smooth, though recently the radio chatter on the less well known sides of the airwaves were talking about some white-knight-complex-having federal toady calling himself the "Ivory Flash." Some guy in a huge robot running around clearing places out for the Feds or something. Apparently his robot was packing major heat, wouldn't be good to run into that even if they had a Vrexul communist running with them. Vorra had picked Frost up after a mildly long explanation explaining their new...arachnoid accomplice as well as carpooling for Molly who they had all met up with. Molly was her usual chill-vibed self around Frost, they hadn't spoken in a while. Frost and Varzyrin worked on getting everyone caught up to speed on the job and what Formalis actually was. It was a little awkward trying to get a Vrexul and two fugitives out of orbit, but then again, it wasn't something any of them weren't used to. once they were all aboard Vorra's ship, Frost got in front of everyone who was gathered around, for the sake of a briefing. She had a glock visible at her hip with a knife and magazines for said glock put up in her coat. While Vorra soared the lot of them through the less regulated pieces of the Federation's skies to get out from under their watch, she spoke to get everyone up to speed. It wouldn't be long before they got there. Alright, listen up for a second, if I ain't told you already, we're going to a place out of Federal space called Formalis. Vorra says it's colder than hell there but we're going to loot a bunch of federal ships that crashed there. Big ones. They hit lower orbit at a sharp curve and the clouds threw 'em off their game. Pilots'r probably on ice by now but we dunno how much time we'll have until someone sends a rescue team out there or something. The plan is we get down there and take everything that ain't nailed down, haul ass to Kastrack or some other black market where the Feds won't look, split the cash, and go one about life like normal afterwards." They had all spent a week's worth of time together so everyone by now was well acquainted, on a first name basis and background. Varzyrin was an anti-fed war hero, Molly was an anti-fed spy of a sort and Frost just a straight up criminal with good contacts. Since they were all familiar with one another, they knew everyone was here for the money, and more people meant smaller shares but more ease of shares at all. If anyone wanted to stab someone else in the back, that could put everything in a messy state. Formalis was coming into view on the horizon. Formalis A dreary, foggy atmosphere of grays and whites which could barely be seen by the snow clouds. Of far behind the planet was an orange, mopey glow that could debatably be called a sun. This was it. "Okay, we're here, everyone. Get ready fer'a landing." As Vorra hit the landing protocol on her dash, the planet slowly began to grow bigger off the windshield, which was progressively getting foggier and foggier. They emerged from the sky near a valley with the sun high in the clouds, the wind blowing hard against the ship, but unnoticeably so; their targeted place wasn't very far. Formalis was a very quiet place, herds of oryx-esque mammals big enough to mount as steeds lept away over hills into peace as they descended. Off in the distance stood high, stoic mountains that broke the pale background with their dark, gleaming colors. There wasn't much in terms of civilization, but humanoid figures could be seen in small groups, off far away with staves to walk through the snow with. Once they made contact with the ground, roughly 30 feet of space between them and the two ships that had crashed, it was time for work. One of the ships was an aerial APC designed for transporting workers, everyone inside being dead with missing bodies. The other was much bigger and bulkier, it was for cargo. One could assume that they were going to set up shop here and take the place over for the government. "Well, here we are."</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Michael sighed as he saw the message on his omni-tool, and went over to change to his pilot suit before entering his Mech, from where he reviewed the information promised to him. The dossiers shown on the mech's screen gave details of the criminals in question, an Android, a Vyexul, and a few Human subversives - These would not be easy pickings, especially as he was only going to bring one transport and resupply ship with him, one instructed not to try and help him when the combat started. Once said supply ship was safely requisitioned, he would ask its captain to speed all course for Formalis, where he planned to engage a few criminals in a firefight. After asking them who really killed the colonists on the planet, of course - He had a sneaking suspicion that those specific criminals were innocent of that particular crime. And who knows, maybe Ascot would be there too...</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "We're making this quick. The Federation do not lose that much personnel and hardware without raising alarms. There may be other vultures looking to cash in on this as well. Someone stays on lookout duty." The rust-scraping voice of the crew's largest companion grated away warningly. This mission was simple but so was every battle he had been in at heart. Everything else that would happen rarely was. As Vazyrin finished talking, a series of loud clicks, clacks, and cocking cha-chunks responded as his arsenal (that anyewhere else would be a crew-served weapon) prepared themselves for their task. The huge arthropod stepped forward as his various firearms folded up into compact modular forms and seemingly vanished into his armour. It was dizzying to watch the plethora of alien limbs, each one guided by a single consciousness but working in an interconected series of prodding, shoving, twitching motions while his enormous primary arms and legs moved in some rough approximation of a common biped. At his enormous height, he looked almost to be guarding the landing chute if not for the fact his back was turned. "The cargo ship will be the main priority. Once we make it in main threat will be security automata; this isn't the first ship I've raided and where humans will break, they do not. That leaves the potential for flesh and blood survivors on board and if so..." He turned his long, mandibled skull to face Vorra and Frost. "Rules of engagement, if you please. For surviving crew and unwelcome visitors. I'll leave it to you to decide who stays on watch duty."</s>	<\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" It was not an expected sight if you were to see it, but on a distant ridge connecting to a small plateau lay a transport, landed and fully functional. Though it looked like it wasn't used to support long term organic flight, meaning it had already been stripped or something entirely different. The somewhat free floating spherical thruster at the back rotated itself downwards and fired just for a few seconds, melting away any snow that covered the ground around it. This seemed to happen periodically, every time snow crept into a certain radius of the ship. Though it was odd to see that nothing was entering or exiting it. It was most certainly something that had not been left there. So who, or what was it? That was certainly the question. It was unpainted, and looked like it had not touched a planet, in a long time. The blade like model giving it a sleeker and flat look. The engine sphere had full range of motion through some kind of technological wizardry, and the ship was big enough to house at least four people to orbit and back at a time. It didn't appear armed from that distance, but it was most likely retractable hardpoints for EM cannons, slow but pack a punch against smaller targets. It's behavior seemed more automated and robotic than it did organic and human, activating at specific and exact distances the snow seemed to creep in at instead of time based, suggesting that it's sensors were wired to a program firing the thrusters on a low power to keep components from freezing.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrsi Eirisphere Age: 17 Gender: Female Personality: Kirsi could be considered a bit eccentric if it wasn't for the fact that all mages are eccentric in their own ways already. She's energetic and happy-go-lucky, almost a goofball when it comes to her outward personality. However, her values are warped to the point that she's completely ok with cursing people in horrible ways and literally grafting their souls to the dolls that she uses her familiars. That said, Kirsi isn't an evil person, she won't go out of her way to hurt others unless it's absolutely necessary. Appearance: Skills: Aside from magecraft related stuff, Kyrsi's only noteworthy skill is sewing which she does not only because her magic demands it but hobby that she caught over the years. Abilities: As a traditionally schooled magus, Kyrsi has all of the basics covered. Her family's signature magecraft is Spirit Invocation, a research into the very substance from which souls are made of as well as their interactions with fate. Kyrsi employs it in an unorthodox manner; binding wraiths to mystic codes shaped like plush dolls (particularly damaged-looking teddy bears) that she carries around as key chains. With a minimal infusion of magical energy, the dolls are turned back to their normal size and do Kyrsi's bidding. They attack with vicious claws and fangs that carry curses from the vengeful spirits. In addition to her plushies, Kyrsi has a sewing kit mystic code that has been passed down her family for generations, which she carries around in a pouch the whole time. It's a collection of tools specialized for the creation of other mystic codes and other related activities, but since they also carry a considerable number of curses of their own, they can be to fight other magi if need be. The most important items in the kit are a bundle of thread made from an ancient witch's hair, a set of needles made from narwhal tusks, and a pair of scissors whose blades are rumored to be made from the shards of a demonic sword. Last but not least, because of her family's research into the substance of souls, Kirsi is knowledgeable about Spiritual Surgery. Whether or not it's a good idea to let her practice it is another matter entirely. Brief Backstory: Kirsi is the latest heiress of the Eirisphere family; a not particularly ancient magus bloodline, having between two and three hundred years of magecraft practice. Their household is located in the lands under the jurisdiction of the Edelfelts, even though they remain mostly independent as long as they can keep honoring their leasing contract. While Kirsi is the most brilliant individual to be born in her family to this day, her quirkiness was a massive source of worry for her father. It was in fact one big surprise for everyone, including Kirisi, when she received the command seals that meant that she would have a chance to participate in the infamous ritual known as the Holy Grail War. However, it was to no one's surprise that she took the chance just because it looked like it would be fun. The idea that she might lose her life in the process never crossing her mind. Class: Caster True Name: Demon Skull Princess, Takiyashahime Parameters: * STR: E * END: D * AGI: C * MAN: A * LCK: C * NP: B Class Skills: * Territory Creation B: Caster is able to reproduce her former workshop at Souma Castle. * Item Construction B: Allows the creation of all kinds of talismans and other items related to onmyoudou. Personal Skills: * Witchcraft A: Caster was bestowed with the knowledge of onmyoudou and frog magecraft by a mysterious wizard named Nikushisen, quickly mastering it as a tool for her ill-fated revenge. Noble Phantasm: * Gashadokuro: Grudge from Yomi's Depths * Rank: B * Type: Anti Army * Range: 1~20 * Maximum Number of Targets: 50 people * The summoning of a giant flaming skeleton formed from the bones and grudges of those who died on a battlefield and were never buried as well as those of died of hunger caused by the endless wars that ravaged the land during Caster's lifetime. She's able to summon the creature in parts without invoking the Noble Phantasm's True Name using both its physical powers and defense as well as its ability to throw fireballs created from coalesced grudge. Once deployed the true nature of this Noble Phantasm is opening a gate to the dark Japanese underworld, in the form of a massive torii enveloped in darkness and burning hitodama, from which a much larger Gashadokuro crawls out and does her bidding. After the duration ends or at Caster's command, the creature will go back to where it came, trying to drag any opponents within its range down to Yomi with itself. If the targets don't have neither the Strength or the Agility to escape, their doom is unavoidable. Personality: A person with a personality fundamentally warped by the desire to avenge her father's death. Despite having the traditional grace of a Yamato Nadeshiko, Caster isn't defenseless or passive. In fact, she's practical to the end, cold and merciless to those who wronged her. She values family bonds to the point she joined her brother in a rebellion they had no hope of winning. Even after death, her only desire is to destroy the society brought forth by the spilling of her father and brother's blood and she'll sacrifice anything to do so. Alignment: Neutral Evil</s> <\|message\|>Sakurazawa Hitomi --- The First Night --- In the end, it had been her curiosity above all else that lead her to this position. While she professed her loyalty to the Church without a shred of duplicity, the truth was that she had little interest in the veracity of naming this conflict 'the Holy Grail War'. She could care less about its ultimate goal. Perhaps that was why they had approached her in the first place? To be honest, she didn't care. Not when the opportunity that had been afforded to her by her appointment lay right before her eyes. She had no interest in the Holy Grail itself. Not only because she did not desire it for her own, but because she did not even care about it in the same regard as the Church itself. If it were a fake? That didn't matter. Nor did it matter if it was the genuine article. What mattered to her was its capabilities. What mattered to her was who it could call. Heroic Spirits. Servants. Summoned figures of the history of humanity brought to the present to wage battle against one another. To claim this Holy Grail. That was where her interest lay. The opportunity to meet these people, to see who they were, to see their true nature. That was what she desired. She clasped her small, delicate, frail hands together in prayer as her eyes regarded the moonlight. The night was still quite young. The sun had only just set. She had accepted the role of the Church's Overseer for the sake of witnessing them. A smirk crossed the lips of the Overseer. She had accepted the role of the Church's Overseer to watch them struggle. --- The first night approached. She was nothing if not confident. For what reason had she prepared? For what reason had she been born in the first place? This was her purpose, and she wouldn't fail. Especially given the spirit she had summoned in the first place. Her long black hair hang over her back as one of the maids provided by her remaining relatives brushed it. The small girl, appearing to be nothing more than a child, sat with her legs kicking lightly as she considered the course the war would take. Undeniably, no matter who her opponents may be, she was going to claim victory. It was a simple fact, not only backed up by self-confidence but also by her capacity as a magus, as a homunculus. She was tied to this land. The Sakurazawa bloodline always had been, but Hitomi herself was even more intrinsically linked to the land by her very nature. As long as the battle took place here, there was no doubt in her mind that she would win. Not that there was any reason to doubt she'd win in the first place. "... I am done, ojou-sama," the maid's voice said behind her. "Good, good. There's no reason not to look my best tonight, after all," she declared, smiling to herself as she slipped off her seat and looked back over her shoulder, "Not that my opponents will be capable of appreciating the fact that I am." Her smile only broadened. Ah, the strain on her when she'd summoned her Servant hadn't been the most pleasant experience, really... it had hurt inside of her stomach when she initially called him from the throne. But it had faded swiftly, and Hitomi was greeted with a powerful figure from Japan's history. Not only a native heroic spirit, but one whose name was known through the country for his exploits. Sakata Kintoki, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Minamoto no Yorimitsu. ... Who had immediately asked if she was feeling well when as she recovered from the initial summoning, which was a little unexpected... but not unwelcome... but still! She had summoned a powerful Servant, and she was going to take advantage of this to the fullest. Hitomi left her room, followed by her maids, and headed downstairs. "Are you ready, Berserker?" she asked, arms placed on her hips, "We're going to teach our opponents that they never should have tried to enter this Holy Grail War!" @Rin@Raineh Daze@KoL@King Cosmos@Vahir</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn Fehrenbach Evelyn and Elisabeth Travelling to Japan across the breadth of the world had been entirely uneventful compared to the runup, which had almost inexplicably--to Evelyn, at least--involved strange, hushed meetings with Church officials. Who was she, what did she want, who was putting her up to this? Despite Elisabeth's insistence that this was for her own safety, it had felt rather like she was being assessed for death. The later explanation that this was entirely true but still preferable to getting the information from an actual magus had been... disquieting. As much as she disliked her eyes, having them plucked from her head and her arm cut off as a key into this war was a step down from wearing a blindfold. Once in Japan... well, she was a girl of limited means; there was no fancy catalyst for her summoning. All Evelyn could do was hope that whatever spirit most resonated with her was strong enough to have a chance at victory. So far, she seemed fortunate...? Orion was a legendary figure, the second most identifiable constellation and likely the greatest hunter to have ever lived. How that would translate into fighting other Servants, though, or if he was really all that... she couldn't say for sure. For some reason, Elisabeth had taken a near immediate dislike to him and started arguing over nothing much in particular. Not enough to refuse his assistance in reaching their current position, though, as she begrudgingly stood beside the hulking figure and looked down at the city. Evelyn, having no business standing near the edge of a skyscraper like those two, had instead seated herself cross-legged in the middle of the roof and lit up a cigarette. "You really think you can spot a Servant from up here? They're probably hiding," Elisabeth said, doubting that anyone would do anything to reveal themselves so blatantly. "I'm telling you, we'd be better off checking with the Overseer. Last thing we need is to antagonise the Church." --- GOLDEN "Yo, Master!" the Berserker said, uncharacteristically cheerful for... basically anyone summoned into that class, as he turned around to look at her. From somewhere else in the mansion, he'd managed to pull a full-length mirror and had, until her appearance, been admiring himself in it. That, at least, was something trivial for him to do. How the man had so rapidly acquired a change of clothes and sunglasses...? Well, his shopping ability was probably golden, too. "Feelin' better now? My ol' costume ain't golden enough, so I got somethin' fresh that should fit in more." Not that he really had any hope of fitting in. If there was one thing Kintoki wasn't, it was subtle. Or unobtrusive.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrsi Eirisphere The Holy Grail War...a ritual to summon Heroic Spirits, powerful figures from throughout human history, from their resting place at the Throne of Heroes, and have them vie for supremacy in battle. The final prize was nothing but the Holy Grail itself—or rather one of the many objects to ever be called by that name—an all-mighty wish-granting device. "That's an impressive idea, huh?" In Kyrsi's opinion, there was something amiss with this ritual. It all sounded too good to be true, or perhaps, a little incomplete. She decided to take part in it just to see if how false this advertisement was, and maybe learn a thing or two. Most important of all, the part about summoning Heroic Spirits was true! Kyrsi found that baffling when she finished the summoning ritual and found herself face to face with a...Caster? Yeah, that had to be it. After all, there was no other explanation for what kind of Servant would answer her summons. Of course, Kyrsi would have preferred something more dashing like a Saber or a Rider, but at least she won the cutesy lottery it seems. All that was left to do now, is go out and win this war! "Hey, Caster, I know you probably want to set a workshop or something like that. But, what do you say about going out and scouting the area personally first?" Kyrsi asked of her Servant while rummaging through a pile of random clothes. "I even have the perfect disguise if you want to remain incognito," she said as she pulled a pair of garish yellow raincoats.</s>
<\|description\|>Nyx Author: Deliciusman "X-307. Imagine if the Destiny and the Langford got busy." Dr. Phil Lawson Class: X-307 Dimensions: 270 x 170 x 60 m Operator: IOA Date of commission: 1st JAN 2021 Facilities: Command deck C&C Observation deck CO quarters Conference room Crew deck Science department Physics Biology Archeology Chemistry XO quarters GO Quarters Crew quarters Mess hall Sick bay Rec room Gym Brig Asgard Knowledge Core Hangar deck SCC Quarters Hangar 8x F-302 100x AMRAAM missile FESS (Pronounced Fez) - Fatal Error Safety System 2x Puddle jumper 2x Puma IFV Gate room Engineering Asgard core Resource processor and factory unit Armory HK 416 Assault rifle + carbine modification M320 Grenade launcher M249 LMG Glock-17 Sidearm MP5 SMG Zats ARGs Transphase eradication rod EMP generator Cargo hold Supplies for 90 days Hydroponics Airlocks 2x Jumper dock Starboard airlock Portside airlock Cargo ramp Systems: Engines - 2 central - 2x2 wings Hyperdrive Comm array Ancient stones Cloak (Testing phase) Sensors Shields Asgard transporter - Ring Transporter Asgard core Power generation Subspace capacitor (Incomplete development) 2x Naquadah generator 6x Hydrogen fusion reactor Gas harvester Resource processor and factory unit Crew: Military Officers Crew - 25 Marines - 50(10 Trained pilots) Pilots - 5 Dedicated Pilots + Marines if necessary. Civilians Diplomat(s) Scientists - 10 Per Department + Department head. Specialists (Could use ancient stones to get those when needed) Weapons: Top 26x1 Modular turret 4x2 Missile tube 2x2 Heavy turret Bottom 2x2 Heavy turret 12x1 Modular Turret Front 2x1 Heavy Spinal mount Commanding officer Catherine Black (Forsythe) Executive officer Morrigan [Tok'Ra] (Forsythe) Wing Commander [Traveller] (Apollosarcher) Ship Computer Hermiod [Asgard AI] (Apollosarcher) Recon-1 commander James Tyler (Apollosarcher) Recon-1 combat specialist Cpt. Oscar johansonn (Forsythe) Recon-1 scientist Flynn Fletcher (Apollosarcher) Recon-1 engineer Falnore Tollan (Forsythe)</s> <\|message\|>Jameson "James" Colt Henry Tyler "So... If there are no more questions, mind if we see the ship? I couldn't sleep last night, it's my first proper off world trip. Not to mention it'll be a whole new galaxy! Perhaps one without a bunch humans or things that just eat, use, or convert us..." He froze remembering the former Goa'uld at the table. "Uh... No offense intended..." He gave a blush nervous, though he looked rather the part of the brute. Flynn was obviously the most green of the group, though his knowledge and enthusiasm for the work were commendable. He was one of the top minds here at the SGC getting him as their own personal nerd meant they were avoiding the more cynical McKay and the more all knowing self righteous Daniel. Of course, both were annoyed they were not going on the trip, but of course the military was barely okay with one civilian, even if they had trained before all this. The Colonel got up smiling, as he pushed the brim of his Stetson up. "Well, maybe when we get there we can get some proper army boys instead of the jarheads... Cap'n I just don't plum get how you put with 'dem crayola loving navy lovers." Chuckled the army soldier as got up from the table. "And kid, don't worry... Alien's only try to kill most of the tame... And hey once in awhile you meet one that can talk all pretty and helps ya out." He gave the XO a wink as he turned to head for the stairs. "So... Where did ya park the ship? Is it in orbit or did we least put further out to shorten the trip?" James asked as he turned leaning on the railing looking back the crew.</s> <\|message\|>Nyx "None taken. You are not wrong. Even I have to admit to being disturbed to some degree when I learned of the Wraith. To think that with our ability to heal the host, the process might take even longer... I shudder to think." Morrigan said, visibly uncomfortable with the idea. "But I would not worry. The replicators probably did a thorough job of eliminating any civilization that was advanced enough for them to assimilate, and it is likely that we can stand up to whomever they left behind. I would be most worried about any automated Asgard defenses we might stumble upon." "Well, fortunately during our stay on the Langford, we've had ample practice fighting against the odds and treading carefully." The captain added, "Hence why we will carry two puddle jumpers to act as recon craft. If there is a civilization that can well and truly hide even form Asgard sensors, the Lanteans are it." and if it came to slugging, she believed that the asgard shields would be able to hold out long enough for a quick jump out of range. Turning to the colonel, the captain grinned: "The marines are trained to repel boarders on ships, so they will do nicely for ship security and for protecting whoever explores the seed ship. But I concur that once we establish ourselves and start exploring planets, gating in a few good old SG teams or fresh PBI is a good idea. No sense carrying them with us immediately though, we can carry only so many supplies. Hopefully we will be able to set up on the garden world, from what the doc said, it should be able to feed quite a few mouths. Maybe even a bunch of livestock. I would not say no to fresh cheese after a few months." she sighed. While she enjoyed her command of the Langford, the cuisine despite the best efforts of the mess staff was severely lacking in variety and flavor, and that was with considerably shorter supply lines from Earth. "Speaking of, the Nyx should finish beaming up supplies by the end of the hour. Falnore is overseeing the preparations on board, so he should give you an echo when it's your time to beam aboard. although if you excuse me, I have to catch a plane to Edwards. I will be taking one of the 302s up, it will probably be the last chance I get to fly for quite some time." Black dismissed them, heading out. "I believe the captain is one of the people who believe they do not survive usage of modern transportation means and are replaced by an identical clone." Morrigan observed, "I don't think I have ever seen her walk through a gate, ring or beam aboard. She flown one of your fighters aboard the Langford as well." As she said that, their earpieces came to life. "XO, Colonel, doctor Fletcher? We are ready for you up here." the voice of the Tollan engineer said.</s> <\|message\|>Jameson "James" Colt Henry Tyler James gave a grin. "Well if we're getting cattle when we get there I'll call up mom and pop arrange for some horses and longhorns! I know how you loved it when I slipped steak onboard." He chuckled as he moved towards Morrigan adjusting his hat, before taking it off giving a small bow the former Queen, placing his hat over his heart. "Morrigan, might I accompany our wonderful XO to her ship? Give us a bit to catch up, I missed ya something fierce while they had me down learning to play nice with all the flyboys, water jockeys, and jarheads." James put his hat back on and offered his elbow as if he was planning to escort her to fancy dinner party, not onto the latest battleship built by humanity. James chuckled as he watched the Captain leave the ship. "She's not a big fan of anything she can't control... Like what I do in my off hours, she's great fun off duty though." He stated looking at Flynn with a chuckle as stood next to Morrigan cracking a sly grin. "When your working she's all business... Unless you got the luxury rations to bribe her. Speaking of which, I hope that cooler made onboard... Picked out a few choices steaks, wine, and a few other tidbits from back home. I figured if I make all personal items food she'll be a little less mean about the whole drinking on her ship thing?" James tilted his head curious if Morrigan knew if the Captain was still particular upset about him and his rather... Unorthodox methods of relaxation and creative use of his time. Flynn was simply confused deciding to ignore all of it, mostly because he didn't really understand all the science behind it nor did he want to really. He heard from Daniel that Samantha Carter could make even interesting topics go right over anyone's head with techno babble skills, he decided he didn't want to chance it. "Well... Were ready down here. Just finished our briefing and the Captain's already gone." he explained to the Engineer turning again shaking his head at James and his seemingly unimpressed attitude to all of this. A second chirp could be heard in the earpiece before the AI of Hermiod spoke through the comms. "It would be faster if the captain would also simply use the transporter herself. Should I start factoring this human illogical stubbornness into all of my calculations involving the Captain of this vessel?"</s>	<\|message\|>Nyx "Listen to none of this nonsense, Doctor." Morrigan chuckled dryly. "Only that about alcohol. There is a time and place for it, and that is not 'my cabin, every evening'. The captain has an uncanny instinct where to look, and the cleaning staff appreciates the additional degreaser. If the colonel here wants to drink, he will have to generate a victory worth toasting to." the XO deadpanned at the recon team leader. "The fighters need to be flight tested and brought up in either case, Hermiod. No reason why the Captain can not enjoy herself in the process. In either case, it is just a theory. Although I am baffled that an Asgard would fail to realize that organic beings are not free form emotion and illogical behavior. How did you ever defeat us?" the XO snarked to the comms. "Falnore, three to beam." One white flash of interrupted existence later, the XO found herself stood upon the bridge, with the two men being beamed to their cabins so they could unpack. "Falnore. Dr. Lawson. Status report, please." she said, moving to her station. The bridge of the 307 was anything but similar to the 304. Where the Daedalus-class ships had the bridge in the command tower on the aft, the 307 had a control room tucked safely on the inside of the ship, with enough monitors and holographic projectors to create a full sphere view of the outside if necessary. In the center was a slightly dipped space with a holo table where the Captain and herself commanded the other crew from. Said table lit up with a checklist that reported most things in the green as the lead designer and chief engineer approached. "She is ready to go. All that remains is for the captain to arrive with Viper squadron and you are ready to go. I'm going to miss it here." Dr. Lawson noted, unfortunately not allowed to join the expedition due to his worsening health. "You've done enough, Phil." Morrigan attempted to console him, "She is beautiful and everything we asked for. I promise we will bring her back in one piece." After that, the intercom came online. "Nyx, Viper-1. We are orbital and closing in. Don't leave without us." Half an hour later, the crew was all on their posts, listening to the shipwide broadcast. "Nyx, this is Lorne. You are departing on what is a mission of an importance in the big league. The Abydos expedition. The Atlantis expedition. The Destiny expedition. You will be up there with them. The bar has been set high, but I have every confidence you can do it. You are on this mission, because you are the best at what you do. What you can fins in Ida can potentially catapult us to the same level as the Ancients technologically. We are all looking forward to you bringing us some cool souvenirs. Godspeed." Taking a breath and straightening her uniform, Catherine looked upon the projection of the Earth one last time for what she assumed would be a long time. "Thank you, general. We will get this done. Homeworld command, ES Nyx requesting authorization for departure." The voice of O'Neill came through: "Permission granted. Good hunting, captain." "Helm, take us out." she gave the order, switching the display to show the ship's movement. The six engines at the back of the Nyx roared to life, and the sleek frame broke free of the orbit and started accelerating to the departure point. "Last chance to jump the bus." Morrigan grinned. "Not for the World." Black grinned back. The Earth slowly shrunk and vanished, the display shutting down and being replaced by the standard data feed. "Captain, we have reached the departure point." the helm reported from under their VR helmet. "Take us out." A blue tear opened in the space past the moon, and the Nyx was swallowed by hyperspace.</s>
<\|description\|>Kir Gender: Female Appearance: She is very beautiful and attractive, more so than other goblins. Personality: A relentless individual who pursues her own goals and desires, and in simple one could call her 'greedy'. Whilst her drive and bravery can lead her to push ahead valiantly, or frankly perform even laborious tasks if it means getting something out of it herself, they are also just as likely to lead her into trouble. Whilst she is very possessive of 'what is mine', somewhat like dragons from certain folklores back on Earth, at the same time she can be rather amicable and friendly and even get along in general in social situations otherwise. Past Life History: A yes-woman, a flirt, a beauty, and a criminal tease who lived much her life using others to her advantage and benefit. A child who grew up with everything and wanted more, and used her wits and charm to turn heads and empty wallets for her own sake. However, whilst a skilled manipulator she would eventually fall onto bad times after trying to pick at the wrong target and see her efforts all for naught. In the end she would be forced to pick up the pieces of her life and come to terms with it, before finding a husband and actually settling down. She would ultimately become an anime lover and a kinder person in this latter half of her life, and ultimately make more income on the side from selling super-detailed cosplay attire to others and selling pictures of her cosplaying to boot. She would even go to conventions alongside her also anime-avid husband, both getting exposure for her work and fostering a deeper connection with her beloved and eventually her own kids. In the end, however, she would die when a victim of her former shenanigans ran her over with a car. At the time she was out walking with her husband, heading from a parking lot to an anime convention in the city for a 'date night'. Both her and her husband died instantly from the impact, and the driver would die of her own wounds in the ambulance soon after. Skill: "Recreate" - To put it simply, the wielder of this skill can create 'fake' copies of items/things as well as mimic/copy the skills/abilities/techniques/powers of other living things for their own use. In other words the wielder 'recreates' capabilities they have witnessed, and objects they have seen/encountered, for their own use. To recreate something, all the wielder needs to have done is have seen/perceived said object or capability they wish to recreate. This is because their senses and mind in general have been altered and tweaked by this skill to passively read, analyze, and retain this sort of information in their mind. Even the history of a recreated object or capability (aka: skill/ability/technique/power) is perceived and recorded by the wielder's mind, though this is simply a way to make a 'more convincing and stronger copy/mimicry/recreation' by 'recreating' the history of the original and applying it to the copied/mimicked/recreated version. The storage of all of this information, however, allows the wielder to recreate items and capabilities to make use of them over and over and over again. Like a rapid-fire copy machine, basically. However, as a rule of thumb 'recreated' objects and capabilities are always inferior in quality and power to the originals and would lose to them in these specific aspects in a straight 1-v-1 every time. They are, however, superior in quality to 'mimicries' created using magic and such otherwise, basically making these 'recreations' to be 'high quality but inferior copies'. Likewise, these 'recreations' are all still just temporary 'mimicries' of the originals that will fade away in due time (items fading notably slower than recreated capabilities). Further, this skill does not take growth into account. What this means more specifically is that, for example, if you recreated a warrior's spear and spear-wielding skills, you only have the information of 'what that spear and spear-wielding skill was like at that point in time'. If that warrior from before has since honed their spear-wielding skills more, and their spear was enchanted and made more powerful and reforged, then you would have to see them both all over again to be able to recreate the stronger versions in turn. Further limiting this power is also the wielder's state of evolution, or the strength of their soul, so the stronger the wielder becomes through evolution the more powerful the objects and capabilities they can actually recreate. As a base goblin, for example, you couldn't recreate the skills of a hobgoblin or an item that only something stronger than a hobgoblin could wield for one reason or another...but could do so when it comes to other goblins and the things they can utilize or own. Or if a hobgoblin wields a weapon or shield or other item they made as or could still wield as a goblin, then a base goblin with this power could recreate those objects in such a case. Further, something like a divine blessing given to or inherited by a specific individual can't be recreated. Certain powers like 'can shoot out webs cause they killed enough spiders', techniques that can be learned such as weapon-wielding techniques, skills like sewing, etc, can be recreated though. Finally, as an aside, in the specific case of 'recreated objects' there is another catch. If you 'overload' them with magical energy, then they can very very briefly match the power of the original item they were based after. As a result, however, they are outright and immediately destroyed in the aftermath of using them in such a state. As a simple base goblin, recreations of objects and capabilities last for up to a maximum of five minutes before disappearing. This time frame increases exponentially with each evolution, going up to fifteen minutes if they were to evolve into a hobgoblin. If a certain line of evolution somehow synergized with this skill, then the time limit would exponentially increase even further going farther down that evolution line. Other: -I'm a Mighty Goblin - EXP: 0 Inventory: - x5 Horned Rabbit Pelts - x2 Horned Rabbit Skulls With Their Horns - Sinews Harvested From 5 Horned Rabbits - Acquired Skills: -Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. -Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Gird Hobgoblin Gird Not the biggest thing in the forest >> Time to go home. /// Day 0 // Afternoon > Evening The duo traveled back into the forest towards the spider's home and along the trail they came from. Gird could tell that the light was beginning to dim as his eyes didn't hurt so much as he was looking into the dark forest. Clearly it would be getting dark soon that combined with the dark coloration of the spiders that even with the enhanced senses they had a t night it was unlikely that they would be successful. It was actually more likely that they would be the ones being hunted if they tried to travel into the Spiders domain. Gird stopped and looked around, first into the trees and forest and then up to the sky. He hadn't spoken since they spotted whatever that beast was. He had heard his friend just didn't want to say anything until now. "Hmm I think that we will have to get spiders later." He could tell that his mind and his heart had refocused and he was able to talk and speak regularly again. "Whatever that thing was, is king of the mountain, but if something like that can get that strong, it just means that we can too." He looked to his friend and smiled. "I'm going to go back to the church and rest for now. It's beginning to get dark and this expedition was more tiring then I thought." He paused for a moment and looked around. "Tomorrow you can choose wear we go, I want to venture south at some point as well but again I'll leave that choice up to you tomorrow." "So let's go home and check on the others." Summary:@Jangel13 Gird has calmed down and decided to head home now that it has gotten dark. He also decided to let@demonspade64 Luz decide where they will go tomorrow. EXP: 81 xp (Bats 3x27XP:81XP) Inventory: Purple Book? Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth Armor: Medium bone and spider silk armor Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Echolocation, Vampirism, Nocturnal, Equilibrium, Titles: Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck, Current Injuries: Curses/ negative effects: Dread: a creature of immense power saw them.</s> <\|message\|>Zats Hobgoblin Zats Zats was surprised that Wan hadn't eaten anything yet, even if he could act jerkish given how he talked about Arch's bracelet the hobgoblins should have gotten enough food for everyone. Honestly he doubted Wan would find something he could use to imitate the bracelet but they could search for useful stuff while gathering berries, as long as they didn't waste too much time. "Grandpa is right, it isn't much fun being out at night. Anyway if we do go look for berries … and tech we should also keep an eye out for sticks and stones we can use to make weapons for tomorrow with." Zats was ready to go but waited to see if the others were willing to come with, after all while he and Arch could handle themselves pretty well the other Hobgoblin didn't really have stake in this and the younger Goblin might decide it was too risky. Zats suggested that while gathering berries they also look for material for weapons for tomorrow.. @Jangel13 @Eviledd1984 EXP: Inventory: * Everoak Shield * Rabbit skin loincloth * Rabbit horn Acquired Skills: * Crush * Knowledge of the Three * Pole arm combat beginner * Creaturologist * Military Strategy Centurian position * Gravekeepers spirit * Instant armor * Earth call (lesser) Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Luz Hobgoblin Luz Twilight @Jangel13 Before Luz knew it, it was already twilight which likely would make hunting spider more of a pain, Luz wants more time to do things that would allow her to evolve into a more fitting form and realize the mistake she made when she offered up all those bats to Death Goddess which honestly she didn't think she would accept but apparently she has a soft spot for Gird. "Agreed! It looks like those things are hunkering down for the night." She said quietly to him. "Tomorrow you can choose wear we go, I want to venture south at some point as well but again I'll leave that choice up to you tomorrow." "What a coincidence, i was also planning on heading there." she stated calmly. "I think i head there with you tomorrow, after which if you still want to hunt the spiders i suggest we split for then, cause i want to see if i can level up my Vampirism sort of like my Pinpoint Strike and Quick strike." She started thinking it was at least worth an experiment. She then turn around and start walking away. "And Gird..." she said before stopping in her track and looking back at him. "...thank you!" She simply told him calmly before continuing walking back to the church. Summary -Luz and Gird made plans tomorrow to hunt Night vipers and decided to go back to the church.</s>	<\|message\|>Kir Day 0 \|\| Evening (Before Dark) \|\| Forest Hmmm, it was getting dark indeed. But she'd taken the time to make sure her work was at least the best quality she could make it out to be. Albeit it was primitive, simple, so 'quality' only went so far. Yet with her finished bow, cloak, and arrows, Kir would don her new single piece of garb and stash her two arrows in it as she held her bow. It all felt 'right' in some sense, so at least there was that much going for her. Yet she did look over at Argos as he complained, simply giving a nod as she began to walk towards him. Sure the day was giving way to night...but that proved to have its own opportunities during this last tiny bit of daylight. A unique opportunity indeed. "You're right, it's getting dark and we won't be able to hunt many things...but we still have a nice chance for something on the way back. A few small creatures emerging in the evening, maybe tired ones on the way back to their dens and such, that sort of thing. Don't intend on being stupid enough to sit around at night myself, but right here before it is a perfect chance to get something on the way back from out here in the forest. So let's get moving while the light still lingers." Part of her was curious about sitting out to see the moon again. It was a pretty sight, but the night wouldn't likely be kind to her either. Bigger things, nastier things, etc coming out to eat and hunt and play in their own way. A little goblin like herself stood no chance, and that didn't take any major knowledge or talking to in order to comprehend. Sometimes death, if those hazy past memory things were any indication, could come suddenly and without warning to take everything from you. Even so, Kir would begin to take a route back to the Church whilst carefully moving and hunting at the same time to make use of the last bit of daylight along the way. If she found anything to kill she'd recreate an arrow of her and fire it as best she could at the prey to kill it. Better to not stomp around willfully and scare things if she wanted to get something! Besides, her path would ultimately take her back to the Church. She'd also keep an eye out for anything that looked edible otherwise to boot. ***Summary: Kir is heading back in the direction of the Church with Argos, BUT is taking a more circuitous route to hunt prey on the way back. Her intended path will get her back by the time it gets fully dark, but is meant to take advantage of tired daytime creatures hopping back home or small nighttime critters she could hunt that are beginning to wake up and step out at this time of day. In other words, on the trip back to the Church she is taking advantage of the time of day to hunt (and on the side see if anything else edible pops up for her to grab along the way). EXP: 0 Inventory: - x1 Primitive Bow - x2 Horned Horn Arrows - x1 Horned Rabbit Pelt Cloak - Acquired Skills: -Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. -Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s>
<\|description\|>Gird Current EXP: 0 Inventory: Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws, Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character. Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease. Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment. Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead. Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust. Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string. Echolocation: The ability to hear noises clearly within their immediate vicinity by creating a sound eg.a snap of the fingers, click of the tongue etc. Vampirism: the ability to regain health by drinking the blood of other creatures Nocturnal: Gain bonuses to both sight and sound when at night, during the day makes seeing farther distances harder. Equilibrium: ability to balance on precarious positions like being upside down and still being able to identify the proper directions Titles: Blessings: Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance. Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances... Curses/ negative effects: Dread: a creature of immense power saw them. They are filled with fear and genuinely fear for their lives. While they didn't see what it was that was staring at them the mere presence the creature exudes even from such a vast distance couldn't remove the knowledge that they were dead if they dared to challenge the beast. Current Evolution: Hobgoblin - Day 0 Past evolutions and xp: Hobgoblin - Notable places: Directions from starting church. small cave to the south west. Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas. Venomous vipers to the south east. Venomous spiders to the North East Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun. also possible legendary beast to the far far north. Gender: Male Appearance: Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith. Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color. Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them. Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator. Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters. Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.</s> <\|message\|>Argos Humans fear the unknown, for they can not understand what is beyond it. Humans can have the purest of souls or the darkest of lives but one thing that connects all men and women is death. Death does not discriminate for it was their time to die. However what is beyond death? They say in the Christin faith that it is heaven and hell for those of the Jewish faith there is no hell. Some simply believe that death is the end and there is the only darkness that awaits and they are partially true. For a rare few they are given the chance to change and are unknowingly thrust into a world that won't forgive failure or weakness. In this world, they are born as weak creatures but with the rare ability to grow in not only height but to a completely different lifeform entirely. This is the story of a few of those that are born on this day and will go out into this unforgiving world and change it in ways never thought possible, this is their story... --- Darkness everlasting. It is all that could be seen and while it is very unsettling it is also somewhat calming. Anything from the darkness is forgotten or buried deep in the back of their minds. They don't know what is going on but soon they realize that they were dead or rather that something is happening. Soon a soft shuffling could be heard getting closer and closer to them. When they opened their eyes the light was blinding for a brief moment before it was revealed that they were in a church and that their skin was green. While they were very tiny one word came to mind immediately Goblin They knew it the second they opened their eyes. The elder goblin shuffled closer to them seeing the goblin that would be soon be known as Goblin Grandpa. "Come little ones time to wake up" The goblin said in a raspy voice looking over each and every one of the baby goblins with a discerning eye gently waking each one to see the world around them and to see which one will become the strongest. --- On the third day when the young goblins would be strong enough to walk the elder ones who have become hobgoblins will be back after another hunt. No doubt to give the new young ones their last given meal before they would be forced to hunt for themselves just like their elder brother and sisters. None get a free pass forever and that was one of the rules that governed the world. If you want to eat you have to earn the right to do so by hunting and getting your own meal. They didn't always live in a church until recently they had lived in a cave not far from here but the young hobs found this place and took it from the undead skeletons that had called this place home. Now they have stone walls and giant oak doors to defend themselves properly then before. He knew the young hobs would be back soon to greet their younger goblin brothers and sisters...</s> <\|message\|>Kir Kir Day 0 \|\| Morning \|\| Church It was so...so frustrating! To be so small, to not be able to move at first! Over the following days it would get better, bit by bit, until Kir found herself unable to sit still as soon as she was able to first move about. Moving about the church, looking for cool rocks or trinkets or such to grab up into her own little pile, examining the place, examining the others, all of it! If nothing else to get a better idea of things. Strange memories of someone that 'used' to be her hung in her mind as well, what they did and were and that basic stuff, but nothing more beyond that. She got the feeling they weren't her, but also 'had been' her at the same time. It was strange, in a way, but nothing she would think hard on for the time being at all. After all, it was a new day! The day she could escape the church, and finally stretch her legs into the forest to get an idea of more things as well. But Grandpa had said to wait for the hobs to get back with their last meal...ugh! She wanted to ask about the layout of the forest, and get out there already to explore it all so she could get started! To this end, Kir was already pacing around the entrance to the church itself. She'd already snuck this far as soon as she could simply crawl it the night before, before Grandpa had drug her back! "They need to get here already!" the admittedly attractive female goblin said aloud, before giving a light childish 'huff' and sitting down in front of the great doors. Was she being impatient? Yes. But to be frank, living in a tiny body unable to move only a few days ago had left her with a desire to get some fresh air. Not that she wanted to die, that's why she was still here at the church after all, but to hell if she was sitting around forever. That, and being hungry was honestly probably getting under her skin just a little bit. Just a little. EXP: Inventory: Acquired Skills: Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s>	<\|message\|>Gird Hobgoblin Gird A new day /// Day 0 // Morning A gentle morning breeze blew through forest, a lush green landscape full of strange wildlife and curious plants. One such animal was a small brown and white rabbit, its defining feature being a sharp pointed horn protruding from its skull. The small creature was quick to move from bush to bush. As beautiful as the landscape may be danger and predators could be lurking around every corner. The horned rabbit was taking its time nibbling on what grass or leaf's it could get to and moved on to the next bush. A blur was all the rabbit would see as it seemed to be devoured by a bush. A small squeak came from the rabbit as it fought to break free from the bush that seemed to stand up. In between the branches and leaves one could make out the form of a humanoid. Sharp white teeth tightened down just behind its back. One might think that the humanoid missed but as it pulled its mouth away from the bunny a small white wisp seemed to be pulled away from the animal. With one last jerk the white wisp was pulled from the rabbit and swallowed. The bush shook itself free of several of its branches revealing bone tied together with web strands and dried tendons over pale white skin. Several scars showed through the pale skin, black marks over its chest and torso with paler ones across its head and thigh. The pale skin and goblin scent of this rather ghost looking hobgoblin was covered and concealed with mud, grass, and pieces of the bush he was pretending to be. Quickly he made his way back toward the church with three rabbits as his morning catch for the young ones, he already ate the first one he found. The church was always a comforting sight. Not only was it made of stone like the cave they started in but it had giant doors and it was almost as tall as the trees around it for a vantage point. On top of that it held many secrets still to be found. His memory of the night they cleared out the church and the skeletons that they had to destroy flashed through his mind. After that he woke up like this, hell they all woke up to be different. Hobgoblin Gird walked confidently through the main doors of the church to find the goblin elder helping the newest additions to their group. One could see some differences right away but for some they just looked regular. Hopefully they could become strong members of the tribe. "Goblin Elder, I have returned with three rabbits for food. I did not clean them hopefully some of these can do something with them." Gird set the rabbits down next to the elder and nodded, "I split up from the others I don't know what they will bring back." EXP: 0 Inventory: Purple Book? Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth Armor: Medium bone and spider silk armor Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Titles: Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck, Current Injuries: Curses:</s>
<\|description\|>Grik Gender: Male Appearance: Standing at 3'8" and weighing 95 lbs, Grik is lean with broad shoulders which isn't typical for a goblin. His eyes are yellow in color and he has slightly less exaggerated features, such as slightly smaller ears that aren't as pointed and a less pointy nose which slopes upward a little. When he stands Grik doesn't slouch and his posture is almost always imposing even for a runt like him, his face often wears a look of confidence that seems out of place amongst his kinsfolk. Personality: Grik isn't like most goblins and he is proud to rise above the stereotype that all goblins are cowards, he is confident as well as brave to the point of being foolhardy. Some may see that as a true mark of leadership but he has little interest in leading his brethren because he seeks glory greater than what leading his tribe as he slowly grew old then deposed by his brood. He isn't dumb by any standard but he doesn't have much experience outside of combat or physical labor but always seeks to better his skills in other regards. Grik respects the combat prowess of Hobgoblins whom often control and lead their kind as well as others. Grik is competitive and always seeks to be better at what he does than anyone else. Past Life: Before he was a goblin Grik had been a warrior of some renown for his exceptional strength. Skills: * Brawler: Grik excels in feats of strength as well as hand-to-hand combat. Other: EXP: Inventory: Acquired Skills: Titles: Blessings: Curses: --- \|\| I AM A MIGHTY GOBLIN!!!!! \|\| ---</s> <\|message\|>Yzzi Yzzi Goblin Day 0 Morning @Crusader Lord --- Yzzi narrowed her eyes, giving a small grunt of surprise as Grandpa goblin bonked her. So. He made no preparation and no one else seemed particularly bothered by it either. Was that how...goblins simply operated? It seemed absurd. When training one should always be prepared, especially new recruits. Obviously make them work for it...but there was a difference between simply setting someone up to die and challenging them. She didn't reply to Grandpa. The world was unforgiving and cruel, to be sure...which is why you gave yourself and others the best possible chance for success. He was also certainly right. She would strike it out on her own, and she wouldn't give these fools the time of day...but first, she had to get strong. Strong enough to survive. If she had to put up with them until then, so be it. She was nothing, if not patient. Ignoring the others, Yzzi walked over to where Kir was carving up one of the rabbits. Perhaps she wasn't as dumb as the others. "Hm...you complained, but you're not too bad." She said to Kir, taking a portion of the meat and berries for herself. "Let me have its skull." She wanted to try making something out of it, if possible, and if Kir let her she'd set to work on making a small weapon for herself. Nothing huge, and likely nothing amazingly damaging but it'd be better than using her bare hands. It was also likely to be a bit small for her purposes, but even an ill fitting makeshift weapon would be better than nothing. "...hunting, always dangerous." Yzzi replied after Aya spoke up. "Probably going to get hurt, so I'll do any of the dangerous things if we go together." Best way to ensure success, was to do it yourself after all. That way at least, you're the only one you could blame too. "Can't get stronger without danger, either." EXP: 000 Inventory: N/A Acquired Skills: N/A Titles: N/A Blessings: N/A Curses: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Kir Kir Day 0 \|\| Morning \|\| Church Kir silently noted as Argos just walked out, before redistributing his portion promptly to herself as a mid-work snack. Wiping the berry juice and blood from the far corners of her mouth, the first rusty sword she'd recreated shimmered away. Letting out a small sigh, the female goblin went right back to work after recreating up a new rusty sword to act as her tool. Of course at this point in her work, arms deep in horned rabbit corpses, one of her brothers walked over and asked what she was using. She didn't even have the time to toss a sarcastic remark back, much less say anything as the brother ate his portion of food, before Grandpa cleared his throat and Kir tuned into his words as she continued her work. She could multi-task this much at least, and frankly speaking Grandpa had a point. No world was nice, and they were being thrust into it without mercy and without warning. A couple of the Hobs were at least seeming to offer help, which she'd keep in mind, but otherwise she wasn't playing at things being easy or deluding herself to think it was all sunshine. Still, the name 'Kir' wasn't bad at all in her mind. A good place to start, as were these rabbits once she would get done with them. She was butchering up the horned rabbit meat to evenly distribute out with the berries for her siblings and herself, and she'd already eaten her portion and then just now what would have been Argos' portion. She was as carefully as possible removing the sinews from the bodies for her use, and with the same level of care cutting off the pelts of these as best she could for her own use as well. Moving along with this, however, she was starting to keep the bones and skulls in a small pile next to her as well, horn attached and all. (@Jangel13). As it were, her plan was simply to get a head start by taking advantage of 'assisting' with this last meal brought to them. With the sinews she would work with them to create a bowstring, and then find a good stick out there in the forest to turn into the bow to put the string on. Nothing less than the best wood for this! Nothing less than her best efforts to make the bowstring! Then all she'd need is a couple of the rabbit horns at most, maybe three just in case, to start work on arrow-making at that point. All she needed was one or two horns to practice with as arrow-tips, practice until she made the best arrows she could, and then make one really good arrow. She could see the mental image of such a weapon and arrows among those old hazy images and such, among what very little she had in that regard, to at least base things on in general shape. But this process would take time, and right now she just wanted to get the work on a bow going whilst she still had the means to hunt on the fly otherwise. Even so, one of her sisters now brought her the final rabbit and handed it over, broken skull and lack of a horn and all. Kir simply gave a nod and a small grunt of acknowledgement before getting back to work. Ah, Lexie, wasn't it? Seemed to have an idea for things, but the suggestion of using her harvested sinews for that was another thing entirely. To that end Kir's attention was drawn right to Lexie as she looked her sister directly in the eyes and silently pulled the pile of sinews even closer to herself protectively. "Look, I've got a plan for those sinews. So I won't be handing any over to make some spears. But maybe there's some plants out there you could use, like one of the Hobgoblins seems to have used? Or like, find a good thick bone here and tie the horn into the top of it with plants?" Even so, her sister seemed to just stop there with the sinews suggestion anyways. Good. Though as she continued on with her own work, Kir otherwise ignored Lexie as she continued her work with the rabbits and portioning the meat out and keeping the pelts and sinews a bit closer to and more safely near herself. Another sister would then come over to eat, Aya, before then seemingly trying to chow down on a bit too much and getting bonked on the head thusly with the flat side of Kir's counterfeit sword. "Ey, don't waste my work, and slow down or you'll choke." Idiot. But then again the same idiot was turning away and moving over to talk to the others again, getting both her name and another one's name entirely wrong, before running back to her and clamming up. In response, Kir simply continued on with her own work without stopping, before glancing up at Aya again for a moment during the course of this awkward silence. Frankly the only reason she was so annoyed right now herself was the no less than three attempted interruptions, but more so just wanting to get her plans moving, get some information from Grandpa, and get out of the Church so she could get things moving for her own survival at least. Once she got moving, then there would be time to chill and be a bit more social about all of this perhaps. But it was a stressful nonetheless right now. "...Take your time, say the words when you can think of em' right," Kir said, before immediately resuming her work once more with renewed focus and care. Beyond the sinews, she was planning to use those pelts for a rough cloak/armor garment. Of course that would take time and supplies harvesting to make, but again it was in her plans to kick things off for her survival at least. However...this was when again someone came over to where she was to talk. Her sister Yzzi would finally walk over with her own demand after taking her share of food, albeit a demand that was far more manageable in this case. Kir even let out a small sigh of relief. Sure this sister was a grump, but so was she right now to a certain extent and for her own reasons. "Sure, you can have the skull of this one once I get done. Even the other bones if you want. I've got no use for em'." the female goblin said, gesturing with the recreated sword towards the bone pile next to her before getting back to work as she talked, "All I want out of that pile of bones is a couple of those skulls with horns for myself. Otherwise if you're going hunting with them count me in. These sinews I'm keeping will make me a good bowstring, just gotta find and shape the right flexible but stiff enough stick for the job, and the pelts a nice cloak, but that'll take time. So might as well fill up some more and get some more sinews and pelts to work with so that work'll go better later." @SilverPaw@TheMushroomLord</s>	<\|message\|>Grik // Day 3 // Morning → Afternoon // Nearby the Church → Woods // --- It was pointless to wait around and do nothing, but the young goblin couldn't help but take a moment to watch the sky in awe and fascination as he felt the warmth of the sun on his face while a gentle wind blew. The trees rustling in the breeze and the calls of songbirds echoing from within the woodlands. Curiosity filled Grik with the urge to follow the lilt of the birdsongs wafting out from beneath the canopies of leaves to the north of the church. Walking slowly over to edge of the clearing but hesitantly turned to look back at the church one last time. Goblin Grandpa was the only one who paid attention to him and it reinforced his attachment to the old goblin when he told Grik to get strong and prove himself by his actions. He didn't care what happened to his siblings because they didn't acknowledge him and neither did he, but he hoped they would at least make good decisions. With a heavy sigh he took one last glance at the old church then turned disappearing into the woods without looking back. ◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ He hadn't gone far into the woods and stopped to closely inspect his surroundings, feeling the trees and searching the forest floor for anything useful like rocks for throwing because he surmised that rocks could be very useful for breaking or hitting stuff, so he spent a great deal of time searching for a large enough rock. EXP: 0 Inventory: Medium Sized Rock. Acquired Skills: N/A Equipment:</s>
<\|description\|>Aya Gender: Female I'm a Mighty Goblin Appearance: Aya is a rather scrawny goblin, somehow even smaller than most of her brothers and sisters, with large droopy ears, dull green skin and messy black hair. Where most goblins fall towards the hideous or downright monstrous ends of the appearance spectrum, Aya instead falls on the cuter side of things, at least as far as that can go for a goblin, though even then this cuteness manifests itself in that monstrous sort of way that ends up being far more creepy to most other races than endearing, like a demented, warped, interpretation of a non-goblinoid child. I'm a Mighty Goblin When in the company of others, Aya is most often found doing her best to present herself as someone weird to be avoided, most likely sporting her signature too-wide grin plastered upon her face, an expression that in conjunction with her maw of pointed teeth and overly large, ever staring eyes, only serves to further sell the image of a demented child to those that see her. I'm a Mighty Goblin Personality: Aya has always been an outcast, the kind of person who really struggles knowing how she should interact with others and copes by presenting herself as a weirdo with far more energy than she actually has, using the persona as a sort of shield from having to interact with others. Notably, the act is just that, an act, and in many regards not a very good one at that. Aya is prone to getting exhausted and retreating from social situations, sudden dramatic changes in presented motivations, getting lost in thought and breaking character and a slew of other obvious mistakes. I'm a Mighty Goblin Regardless of how she's presenting herself at any given time, Aya is obviously smart, really smart. While her past life didn't really provide her much opportunity to learn any specialist knowledge, beyond what could be extracted from a highschool education and some random trivia, Aya has no problems with adapting what she does know to abstract situations or coming up with new ideas entirely and a combination of natural smarts, curiosity and a life of constant rumination has left Aya with excellent mental faculties. I'm a Mighty Goblin Finally, Aya is also the sort to think things through to a fault, going well past anything helpful and instead crippling herself with indecision and doubt over even simple tasks, leaving things until circumstances leave her with little choice other than to proceed out of an irrational fear of missing something important even when doing so is obviously detrimental, and endlessly agonising over every little thing that has, might have, or might go wrong. I'm a Mighty Goblin Past Life History: Aya was a highschool student in her past life, nearing the end of her school years when she died. Her life had been relatively uneventful up until that point. Even with the persona she puts on before others, people usually just learned to ignore her after a while or avoided her in the first place, leaving her to a quiet school life without much of interest ever happening. I'm a Mighty Goblin The most noteworthy part of her life, if any at all, was the discontent she'd felt towards the end. She wasn't stupid or anything like that, quite the opposite actually, she enjoyed learning and was good at it too, but the quirks of her personality, the constant irrational fear she felt, lead her to dwell on and amplify all her failings in her mind, while a lack of any real social bonds had made it difficult for her to vent her dissatisfaction, leaving it to slowly cumulate. Even her death, in the end, was uneventful, she just went to sleep one day and for one reason or another never woke up. I'm a Mighty Goblin Other: I'm a Mighty Goblin EXP: 0 Skills:* Anxious Mind: Thanks to a past life spent thinking through even the most unlikely of worries in excruciating detail Aya has been rewarded with an all-round improved intelligence that is further enhanced when identifying or dealing with hazards and risks. * Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s> <\|message\|>Yzzi Yzzi Goblin Day 0 Morning --- What was this? What was any of this? If she had been a less rational and level headed person...goblin, she might have very well gone mad from it all. Yet, memories from 'before' helped somewhat. Memories from another 'her' that seemed to exist in some other place. Was it real? was it just a dream? Fragments of a childs fantasy before birth that would be forgotten once more solid memories formed? Hm. Something told her it wasn't. Whatever this situation was, honestly it wasn't that bad. All she had to do was look at what was in front of her. She was small. She was weak. And she hated it. Unpleasant memories surfaced. Not that any other goblin present would notice this inner thought. Nay, unlike most of the rambunctious goblins...Yzzi had been quiet. Sitting in a quiet corner of the Church that served as their home, sitting cross legged, eyes closed. At least, until the voice of one of her sisters broke her train of thought. "...hmph." She got to her feet, her larger than average frame cracking slightly from the prolonged bout of meditation. Was that the word? It came to mind. Loud. Annoying. "Impatient." She approached Kir from behind, giving the other goblin a light smack on the back of the head. "You can't change the situation yet. Don't spend time complaining." She could agree though. She wanted out of here. While she was fine with sitting and waiting, should that be what was needed...she still disliked it. She wanted to get out there. She wanted to fix this pathetic, scrawny body of hers. It was then one of the Hobgoblins returned. A bounty of meat. Rabbit, huh. Hm. She wanted bigger prey than a rabbit...but patience. Patience. So this was one of the hobgoblins. Impressive, but something about them rubbed her the wrong way. She narrowed her eyes, focusing more on what else was in the room. As much as she'd like to do something better with her time than sit around, there was nothing in this place to make use of. Pathetic, if that's what these other goblins used for shelter. What of things to fight with? Food? Tools? Were they so completely destitute and simple minded they did not think of these things before attempting to...have baby goblins? It seemed no one here had a brain to think with. She'd have to change that. "Grandpa, I want a weapon." EXP: 000 Inventory: N/A Acquired Skills: N/A Titles: N/A Blessings: N/A Curses: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Grik G R I K --- Day: 0 (Morning) Location: Church --- The sound of a raspy voice and the gentle nudge of his shoulder caused the young Grik's eyes to flutter open, as the light invaded his eyes so did the sudden realization that he had been something or at least someone before he had awoken from the darkness where he had been devoid of thoughts and emotions. All he knew was that he had felt big and strong before as well as respected for that strength, but how could that be possible? Images of a tall and muscular person played in his head but this person seemed like a stranger to him, whoever that person might have been was clearly not Grik but he couldn't help but envy that person for their strength. Grik wanted that strength and he wouldn't be happy until he became as strong as the person in his memories, but he knew he couldn't do it by simply sitting idly. Filled with the desire to move around and passion to overcome all obstacles the young goblin got up on his little knees and looked around the dusty church where he would learn from the old goblin he soon called his grandfather alongside his brothers and sisters. --- As soon as he could walk on his own as well as properly speak Grik wouldn't let his voice go unheard nor let his actions go unnoticed by those around him. After the first day he followed their grandfather closely and peppered the old goblin with questions as he simply had no interest in his siblings. "Hey Gramps?" standing close to his grandfather Grik repeated "Hey hey Gramps?" Grik looked up at the Goblin Grandpa with an inquisitive look in his eyes "Is there bad people outside?" he asked the paternal goblin with a slight tilt of the head "If there is I'll beat'em up someday Gramps," Grik spoke confidently and stared the elder in the eyes with steely determination as he crossed his arms and stood imposingly "Then I will be the strongest and everyone will respect me!" It sounded naive and stupid but it was everything he wanted from life.</s>	<\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya When the goblin girl had first woken up she'd immediately begun to freak out. Being born was frightening, even more so when she was pretty sure this wasn't the first time it'd happened. Even if she couldn't remember the previous time, she was almost certain she'd had a different life, one that she'd been living up until she'd woken up wherever it was she was now. Panic mounting she'd tried to pick herself up, but had found herself lacking the strength to do so, instead only managing to flail her tiny green limbs. Wait why were her limbs green? Oh right, she was a goblin now. She probably should have taken more time to consider the fact that she hadn't been a goblin prior to now, at least as far as she could recall, work out just how she knew she was a goblin in the first place, or answer any of the multitudes of other questions all this raised, but it seemed as though her current form wasn't quite yet as capable of handling as much excitement as her previous one so instead she'd begun to cry. --- It was the third day since the goblin had first woken up. She probably could have continued crying up until now, had her body not quickly exhausted itself on that day and fallen asleep. The goblin girl guessed that made sense, she'd since worked out that she was a baby so it was only natural that she'd spend much of her time sleeping. Or at least she had been a baby, looking now she seemed to be the size of a young child now possessing more than enough strength to pick herself up. It seemed goblins grew faster than they had any right to, did that mean they'd also die young? If she continued to age at the rate she had been wouldn't she only live for... She forcibly pushed away that line of thought with a shudder, there were more important things to freak out about for now. Now standing up for the first time since she'd become a goblin, well for the first time she could remember ever doing so really though she was pretty sure she'd stood in her past life, the goblin observed her surroundings. She was in a building of some sort, perhaps some kind of rundown church, though she failed to recognise any iconography. More importantly, she was surrounded by goblins, quite a few of which looked to be stirring to get up for the first time as she had just done or who had otherwise already done so. She watched one of her... sisters(?) complain about wanting food, and another one chastisee them for it. Wait how did she understand her siblings? She was three days old and she was pretty sure she hadn't heard enough of whatever language they were speaking to properly contextualise it yet... another goblin, a large male, arrived carrying what appeared to be a rabbit but with a large horn protruding from its forehead. The young goblin was realising now that she was pretty hungry, the sight of the horned rabbit causing her to salivate. Should she go up and ask for some? Maybe not, there clearly wasn't enough to feed them all and if it came to a fight she doubted she could do much. Actually, given how pointy her teeth felt in her mouth she was pretty sure goblins were preditors of some sort, so fighting her siblings would probably be a bad idea if she didn't want to get hurt. Then again what if avoiding fights just meant that she would never get food until she eventually starved to death? That sounded even worst than getting injured in a fight! Trying to push down the rising panic she felt the goblin took a moment to think things through some, the larger goblin with the rabbit had probably hunted it down and it seemed like one of her sisters was planning to do the same, so why couldn't she also go hunting? Because hunting in an unknown place shortly after birth seemed like a really stupid idea. What if she tried to go with her sister? That also seemed like a bad idea, but not nearly as much so, especially if they played things smart. Unable to think of a better plan the goblin mustered up what courage she could before approaching her sister, "Er. Um..." Wait was talking to people meant to be this hard? Surely not when it was a sibling. Was she forgetting some kind of trick to it... oh yeah, that was right. The goblin let the corners of her mouth begin to twitch up into a smile before stretching the whole thing into the horrifying grin she'd perfected in her bast life. As long as she pretended to be someone else talking wouldn't be so hard. "Er.. sister are you going to hunt something? Could I come with? I think..." The goblin paused, she should wait for a response before anything else and at the very least she should spend some time thinking her plans through before actually presenting them. EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* N/A Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s>
<\|description\|>Aya Gender: Female I'm a Mighty Goblin Appearance: Aya is a rather scrawny goblin, somehow even smaller than most of her brothers and sisters, with large droopy ears, dull green skin and messy black hair. Where most goblins fall towards the hideous or downright monstrous ends of the appearance spectrum, Aya instead falls on the cuter side of things, at least as far as that can go for a goblin, though even then this cuteness manifests itself in that monstrous sort of way that ends up being far more creepy to most other races than endearing, like a demented, warped, interpretation of a non-goblinoid child. I'm a Mighty Goblin When in the company of others, Aya is most often found doing her best to present herself as someone weird to be avoided, most likely sporting her signature too-wide grin plastered upon her face, an expression that in conjunction with her maw of pointed teeth and overly large, ever staring eyes, only serves to further sell the image of a demented child to those that see her. I'm a Mighty Goblin Personality: Aya has always been an outcast, the kind of person who really struggles knowing how she should interact with others and copes by presenting herself as a weirdo with far more energy than she actually has, using the persona as a sort of shield from having to interact with others. Notably, the act is just that, an act, and in many regards not a very good one at that. Aya is prone to getting exhausted and retreating from social situations, sudden dramatic changes in presented motivations, getting lost in thought and breaking character and a slew of other obvious mistakes. I'm a Mighty Goblin Regardless of how she's presenting herself at any given time, Aya is obviously smart, really smart. While her past life didn't really provide her much opportunity to learn any specialist knowledge, beyond what could be extracted from a highschool education and some random trivia, Aya has no problems with adapting what she does know to abstract situations or coming up with new ideas entirely and a combination of natural smarts, curiosity and a life of constant rumination has left Aya with excellent mental faculties. I'm a Mighty Goblin Finally, Aya is also the sort to think things through to a fault, going well past anything helpful and instead crippling herself with indecision and doubt over even simple tasks, leaving things until circumstances leave her with little choice other than to proceed out of an irrational fear of missing something important even when doing so is obviously detrimental, and endlessly agonising over every little thing that has, might have, or might go wrong. I'm a Mighty Goblin Past Life History: Aya was a highschool student in her past life, nearing the end of her school years when she died. Her life had been relatively uneventful up until that point. Even with the persona she puts on before others, people usually just learned to ignore her after a while or avoided her in the first place, leaving her to a quiet school life without much of interest ever happening. I'm a Mighty Goblin The most noteworthy part of her life, if any at all, was the discontent she'd felt towards the end. She wasn't stupid or anything like that, quite the opposite actually, she enjoyed learning and was good at it too, but the quirks of her personality, the constant irrational fear she felt, lead her to dwell on and amplify all her failings in her mind, while a lack of any real social bonds had made it difficult for her to vent her dissatisfaction, leaving it to slowly cumulate. Even her death, in the end, was uneventful, she just went to sleep one day and for one reason or another never woke up. I'm a Mighty Goblin Other: I'm a Mighty Goblin EXP: 0 Skills:* Anxious Mind: Thanks to a past life spent thinking through even the most unlikely of worries in excruciating detail Aya has been rewarded with an all-round improved intelligence that is further enhanced when identifying or dealing with hazards and risks. * Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s> <\|message\|>Zats Hobgoblin Zats "If you say so" Zats was relieved that Arch claimed to be fine as well as impressed with his mastery over Earth Call (lesser). He decided to copy his sibling by moving one of the rocks to his own open hand. He was also willing to do as Grandpa asked and help the young Goblin out, if reluctantly."Of course, Grandpa." When the Goblin started talking about "tech" and "gadgets" though it became clear that he was indeed odd, but his desire to create inventions meant that he still could be useful and reminded him a bit of Gina's drive to climb trees in how shamelessly he announced it. Zats faced the young enthusiastic Goblin in order to introduce himself. "I'm Zats and what is your name? " Zats copied Arch's use of Earth Call (lesser), agreed to Grandpa's request and asked Wan for his name. @Jangel13 @Eviledd1984 EXP: Inventory: * Everoak Shield * Rabbit skin loincloth * Rabbit horn Acquired Skills: * Crush * Knowledge of the Three * Pole arm combat beginner * Creaturologist * Military Strategy Centurian position * Gravekeepers spirit * Instant armor * Earth call (lesser) Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Luz Hobgoblin Luz Mountains of Madness @Jangel13 Honestly, Luz began to question rather or not this legendary creature exists if it doesn't then Gird and her would just have to kill something else in its place. The two of them then came across a large hill which look like a decent place to get a view of the surrounding area. From that hill, Luz search out the surrendering area and notice mountains in the distances. "Honestly i didn't think we would be so close to the mountains." She remarked. But then Luz caught a red streak blitzing across the mountain. "Whoa you see tha-" she tried to remark before all of a sudden but hit but a sudden terror that paralyzes her whole body. All she could do it watch it, watch it as it gazes on them from afar. How does she know it was gazing at them...she doesn't know...but for some reason, she could not escape the feeling like it was even from the gap between them. She wants to move...she wants to move but she couldn't her body will not listen it just stayed there...helpless all she could do was watch helplessly and wondering if she was going to to be killed without even so much as being allowed to struggle. All of sudden the entity just left them...and Luz dropped her sword while felling to her knees stun at what just happen before slowly turning to her hands which were shaking like crazy; and from that, she knew...she was scared. Never before in this life had Luz felt such terror in her life or perhaps even her past life. For minutes she would stay there on her knee and just look at her hands not responding to whatever Gird says to her. Summary: Luz's wax wings melted When into a mini-catatonic state cause she's not used to such an experience</s> <\|message\|>Arch Hᴏʙɢᴏʙʟɪɴ Aʀᴄʜ --- @Jangel13@Eviledd1984 --- Arch grins as he holds the stone in his hand, precisely as the Goddess willed! That is perfect. Once, he was done with the little test he looked over at Goblin Grandpa, "Sorry for that Grandpa... I'll bring you some rabbit meat for the trouble, and maybe ask you to teach me some more about medicines in case there are any goblins that get hurt in their first hunt, but don't die. I'll take good care of him, if he is willing I'll even teach him the basics of proper hunting." He grinne widely... but before he could even turn to the goblin he was already up close and very touchy. Good thing he had no killy reflexes beyond lightly stepping away from the goblin once he was done, "You really shouldn't... just go and touch others like that. At least, not outside, or without consent. Someone might break your arm. If that does happen though, I can fix it, don't worry." He grinned at the young goblin, "But don't worry about my flower it is a gift by the Goddess Shirila herself, therefore I can only thank her for this blessing. The bracelet is a gift I have obtained from Her, and now it even allows me to do things like I just did." He put the hand on VVan's shoulder once he turned to goblin Grandpa, "I can bring you out now if you want, I'm Arch." He turned to Zats, "I can also teach you my stalking techniques for hunting while I am out. Just don't plan on going too far beyond the rabbits so that I can be sure that as many of us survive." Looking again at the young goblin, "From what you are saying... you need materials. Things to make other things. There is nothing left in here, but you have to learn how to get your own food regardless of anything else you want to get. I can teach you how to get it, and how to not die while trying to get it." The hand didn't leave his shoulder... unless he attempted to brush the hobgoblin off, in which case, the hand wouldn't be on VVan's shoulder anymore. Arch offers goblin grandpa some meat in exchange for more, medical knowledge. He LIGHTLY threatens VVan, explains that he novv plans to teach Zats his stalking vvays and offer to also teach VVan. EXP: 90 Inventory: - Earth conduit: Without a natural affinity for magic, the Goddess had to take more drastic measures with what little power she owned. The weave has now engrained itself into the hobs very muscles and bone structures giving him a literal conduit towards earth and earth based magics now powered by his own stamina rather than mana. Acquired Skills: - Duelist's Stance: This stance has been passed down from soldier to soldier. It teaches the correct way to hold their weapon when faced with an equal opponent. - Gravekeepers Spirit: Arch is able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton, he is able to draw strength without the requirement of being a necromancer. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust. - Intense Strike: Intense strike is a move that brings the user the greatest power through a single strike with willpower alone. This strike can cause intense damage if aimed correctly and when upgraded can break bones to pieces - Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Primitive Medicine: The goblin now knows how to make primitive salves and bandages for fresh wounds. He can't make sophisticated medicine but can craft items that will ease pain and prevent infection. - Primitive Surgery: This goblin has gained some small understanding into physiology and as such can perform minor medical actions like setting broken bones, stitching deep cuts, creating slings (for broken arms and legs). - Stalking Stance: Stalking stance allows the user to enter a sort of stealth mode when hunting. The user is harder to detect and see while in the stance allowing for easier surprise attacks. Titles: Fire Dampener: Higher resistance to fire and fire magic. Blessings: None Curses: None</s>	<\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya Aya was getting excited, unreasonably so actually, considering she had no idea of how this sudden learning thing worked in the first place. Still, even if she wasn't successful, learning something about how the system itself worked, or rather didn't work, would be valuable in its own right. As she walked Aya continuously analysed every critter she saw to the best of her abilities. Butterflies… Those were the post chrysalis forms of caterpillars right? Designed pretty much solely for reproduction… also pollinators, what was the evolutionary advantage to that? Incidental as a result of their diet or maybe benefiting the ecosystem at large was indirectly beneficial to them… She tried to maintain her usual sense of caution, occasionally snapping her improvised weaponry back into position and scanning for danger as a sudden wave of panic hit her, but each and every time Aya's attention was quickly sucked back to the task of identifying the local wildlife. Birds… flight was useful but the mechanics behind it escaped her grasp… a centipede, lots of legs, lived in the underbrush, probably poisonous... EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* Alpha Horn Rabbit Pelt * Alpha Horn Rabbit Horn * Hand Held Rock * Aya still doesn't know how the system works, so she spent her time wandering around and analysing random animals in the hope of gaining knowledge. She's probably going to continue wondering until she finds something noteworthy or it gets dark.</s>
<\|description\|>Lexie Gender: Female Appearance: Lexie has a moss green complexion, ashen grey eyes, and a thick mane of black hair falling just past her perky pointed ears. Her body is fit with well-defined muscles, and she moves with a grace that is rather odd to see in a goblin. She is of average height, weight, and build, but her knees and elbows are a bit pointy, and her fingers and toes marginally longer and slenderer than is average. Personality: Lexie is a curious, adventurous, if quiet individual. She likes nature and outdoorsy activities, and while she is bothered by overly noisome people and environments, she isn't a fan of eerie silence either. She tends to avoid those who are too boisterous, but may be drawn into the excitement if a common point of interest exists. She does enjoy company, but being somewhat reserved, she takes a while to approach and get to know strangers. She prefers following to leading, though she's quite organized and responsible. As an introvert, she needs a regular daily time-block spent in solitude to recharge her batteries. Despite all appearances, Lexie can get quite fierce when the need arises, for example if she's insulted and becomes defensive; nor is she afraid to tangle in a tussle, though it's not her preferred manner of settling things. Past Life History: In her past human life, she was a scholarship college student and an aspiring athlete. She'd enjoyed moving around since she was a child, and being encouraged by her parents, advanced easily - though there were always those better than her, of course. Her life had been a fairly average one, despite often being busy with her extracurriculars. However, for several months before her death (in an unfortunate accident), she had been stuck in a rut. Perhaps her regrets, frustrations, and unfulfilled ambitions were what led to her reincarnating. Skill: Maneuverability. Due to her limber, strong body, and having inherited some of her past life's skill, Lexie can easily perform acrobatic and athletic feats. Mainly, she excels at contorting her body into various positions and holding them, or performing gymnastic acts. She also has a slight advantage when traversing terrain (such as hiking, climbing, swimming, or running outdoors). Other: I'm a mighty goblin. EXP: Inventory: Rabbit horn ×1 Rabbit hide ×1 Acquired Skills: Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya When the goblin girl had first woken up she'd immediately begun to freak out. Being born was frightening, even more so when she was pretty sure this wasn't the first time it'd happened. Even if she couldn't remember the previous time, she was almost certain she'd had a different life, one that she'd been living up until she'd woken up wherever it was she was now. Panic mounting she'd tried to pick herself up, but had found herself lacking the strength to do so, instead only managing to flail her tiny green limbs. Wait why were her limbs green? Oh right, she was a goblin now. She probably should have taken more time to consider the fact that she hadn't been a goblin prior to now, at least as far as she could recall, work out just how she knew she was a goblin in the first place, or answer any of the multitudes of other questions all this raised, but it seemed as though her current form wasn't quite yet as capable of handling as much excitement as her previous one so instead she'd begun to cry. --- It was the third day since the goblin had first woken up. She probably could have continued crying up until now, had her body not quickly exhausted itself on that day and fallen asleep. The goblin girl guessed that made sense, she'd since worked out that she was a baby so it was only natural that she'd spend much of her time sleeping. Or at least she had been a baby, looking now she seemed to be the size of a young child now possessing more than enough strength to pick herself up. It seemed goblins grew faster than they had any right to, did that mean they'd also die young? If she continued to age at the rate she had been wouldn't she only live for... She forcibly pushed away that line of thought with a shudder, there were more important things to freak out about for now. Now standing up for the first time since she'd become a goblin, well for the first time she could remember ever doing so really though she was pretty sure she'd stood in her past life, the goblin observed her surroundings. She was in a building of some sort, perhaps some kind of rundown church, though she failed to recognise any iconography. More importantly, she was surrounded by goblins, quite a few of which looked to be stirring to get up for the first time as she had just done or who had otherwise already done so. She watched one of her... sisters(?) complain about wanting food, and another one chastisee them for it. Wait how did she understand her siblings? She was three days old and she was pretty sure she hadn't heard enough of whatever language they were speaking to properly contextualise it yet... another goblin, a large male, arrived carrying what appeared to be a rabbit but with a large horn protruding from its forehead. The young goblin was realising now that she was pretty hungry, the sight of the horned rabbit causing her to salivate. Should she go up and ask for some? Maybe not, there clearly wasn't enough to feed them all and if it came to a fight she doubted she could do much. Actually, given how pointy her teeth felt in her mouth she was pretty sure goblins were preditors of some sort, so fighting her siblings would probably be a bad idea if she didn't want to get hurt. Then again what if avoiding fights just meant that she would never get food until she eventually starved to death? That sounded even worst than getting injured in a fight! Trying to push down the rising panic she felt the goblin took a moment to think things through some, the larger goblin with the rabbit had probably hunted it down and it seemed like one of her sisters was planning to do the same, so why couldn't she also go hunting? Because hunting in an unknown place shortly after birth seemed like a really stupid idea. What if she tried to go with her sister? That also seemed like a bad idea, but not nearly as much so, especially if they played things smart. Unable to think of a better plan the goblin mustered up what courage she could before approaching her sister, "Er. Um..." Wait was talking to people meant to be this hard? Surely not when it was a sibling. Was she forgetting some kind of trick to it... oh yeah, that was right. The goblin let the corners of her mouth begin to twitch up into a smile before stretching the whole thing into the horrifying grin she'd perfected in her bast life. As long as she pretended to be someone else talking wouldn't be so hard. "Er.. sister are you going to hunt something? Could I come with? I think..." The goblin paused, she should wait for a response before anything else and at the very least she should spend some time thinking her plans through before actually presenting them. EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* N/A Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s> <\|message\|>Luz Hobgoblin Luz It sometime in the morning. A horn rabbit peeks out of its home in a burrow and looked around right quick before stumbling out of its hole. It then stood still, Only to be killed instantly by a hurled spear aimmed at its neck, its body sent flying cause of the sheer force of which the spear was thrown. "Damn..." A hobgoblin remarked at her work, clearly impressed by her newfound strength. She then walked up to the body and lifted up the spear that penetrated cleanly through the rabbit's neck. She then grabbed the rabbit by its fur on its back and pulled the spear out of the rabbit's deceased body before rewrapping the spear it vines before tying the makeshift spear back on her back. Afterward, she then went back to the church with the dead rabbit in her arm. She opens the Church door to find Gird already beat her there...and is currently holding one more rabbit than her. Honestly, she couldn't help but frown a bit and sigh knowing that one of her rival hobgoblins had beaten her, and him no less. The one who got this name first. Nevertheless, Luz went to the elder and sweetly ask him "Hey grandpa where should i put this?" before taking a minute to the younger goblins, glaring at them as she checks out their lifeforces. She can tell that the newbies were not much as they are now but hopefully they would make something of themselves later.</s> <\|message\|>Krishna Krishna Day 3/ Morning/ Church Interact with: @TheMushroomLord@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist@SilverPaw --- Awakened from her slumber, Krishna was not a very happy goblin on this particular day. Not that she was very pleasant the day before or the day before that, just that she felt more irritated today. She just had a dream where she lived in a jungle of these grey trees, where the night is blighted with lights and these metallic beasts roared endlessly. And she died. And that made her irritated ... as if she had lost something very important in that dream. Confused, irritated, and somewhat hungry, Krishna made her way toward the gate, where there was already a little line beginning to form. Looks who is agitated , Krisha glanced over those before her before joining the line. If it wasn't … What was that goblin name again? Kiro? Kira? Ki? To be honest, Krishna isn't doing very well in remembering her brothers and sisters' names yet. With how much they all look alike and the fact that she was born three days ago, Krishna only has a few names in her mind. One of them is Monk, a female goblin who also happened to be in line right now. But Krishna thinks it is better to call her Weird because of how she always spends hours sitting in a corner in the same position. The other would be Lexie. She is cool. She plays with Krishna yesterday, so she is on Krishna's cools sisters list. This also brings Krishna's attention to the fact that it is the third day, and she should look to go out with someone else. Luckily enough, there is a goblin before her who just happens to ask the weirdo who sits weirdly in the corner. So pulling the female goblin from behind, Krishna said with a gleeful tone while pointing at herself. You. Go with me? EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* N/A Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A ] Hi, we never formally meet, but Kimi no Nawa?</s>	<\|message\|>Lexie She…existed. That was weird. Hadn't she died not too long ago? The memories were rather hazy though, not nearly clear enough for her to regret anything she might have lost in her past life. If that is what it truly was, rather than a dream or delusion. She didn't move around much until she could see, just a bit of crawling, sometimes bumping into someone or something else. When Lexie was finally able to open her eyes, she saw a lot of green. And an enormous building, which upon closer inspection she could easily identify as a church. A human church, most likely. She – and her siblings, which there were a fair number of – were goblins. Whether she realized that based on her previous life's information or if it was an instinctive knowledge, she wasn't sure. However, in the end, it did not matter. More importantly, she could now walk, which she did, to explore the place a bit. Not the whole of the church, though, since being as small as they were made it take longer than she'd like, and tired her out besides. By the time she was getting hungry, an older, wrinkled goblin approached them, and had them gather around him. Lexie did so, wondering if this was their father – and if so, where the mother was. Not long after, an older brother returned from a hunt, carrying a pair of rabbits. They weren't exactly how she thought they should be; the shape was right, and though they weren't a small thing to a goblin, the size wasn't exactly wrong either. However, they both had a bony sharp horn protruding from the top of their heads. Lexie eyed it curiously, somehow drawn to the sharp thing nearly as much as she was to the smell of food. As soon as both rabbits were laid onto the ground, Lexie walked closer bravely. The rest of her siblings weren't so prompt. Perhaps they were afraid of older brother? Regardless, she grabbed a rabbit by the neck, and dragged it just a bit away from the older goblins, and closer to the pile of younger ones. "Food?" she asked them, waving at the rabbit pointedly. As an example, she plonked herself down right by the corpse's head, and bit into its neck. She was able to suck some fresh blood out of it, and nibbled on the neck and shoulder until her hunger was sated. She wasn't hogging the whole rabbit at all; at least another goblin should be able to eat simultaneously. We really are tiny, after all, she concluded. She wasn't as grumpy about that fact anymore; it was just how life was now. That she wasn't the only one also helped, though she did note the older brother was larger, and her mind supplied hobgoblin in regards to him. I wanna grow like that too, she determined, still holding the rabbit head between both hands. Although her hunger was sated, she had not departed yet. She'd overheard two sisters talking about weapons and hunting. Lexie also felt that having their food brought was a luxury, so the self-sufficiency was most likely another goblin instinct. Given that, Lexie thought how she could safely remove the horn. Pulling at the base of it unfortunately accomplished nothing. The best bet was to smash the skull, but she'd have to be really careful not to damage her target. Crouching over the head, and wrapping her hands protectively around the horn, she kicked and ground her little knee at the base of the horn, knocking the rabbit's head into the ground each time she did so.</s>
<\|description\|>Skrik I am a mighty goblin... probably. Gender: Male Goblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are more vicious than the average goblin. Combined with his lanky figure, red-gold eyes, and preference for very tight places, he is one creepy looking goblin, even among goblins. Hobgoblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are largely unchanged but have taken on a more distant and calculating semblance from recent experiences. Lanky as ever, but somewhat better muscled and with a slightly more olive tone to his skin, his evolution to hobgoblin didn't change much aside from slightly lengthening his clawlike nails and giving his features a slightly more refined appearance. Still, refined or not... he's still one creepy looking guy. Personality: Being betrayed by his best friend in his past life has had an effect on his thinking. He accepts the possibility of treachery and murder, unknowingly becoming more likely to kill other goblins as a result. However, he is still undecided as to whether or not he will be loyal to his own kind. He has a strong sense of need, knowing that everyone needs something and that the one who can provide what is needed has power over the one with the need. Thus, he will always seek to understand the motivation behind the actions of people and creatures. However, this does not help him with a deep seated loneliness that lurks deep within him. He is also very visceral, being strongly influenced by his physical senses and susceptible to certain social forms of manipulation. He enjoys his food and drink more than most as well as the moment of the kill and the taste of fresh blood. Past Life History: Studying to become a doctor while working with livestock on a farm can make for an inspiring story… so long as it doesn't end with your best friend luring your out into a fallow field to beat you to death with rebar because he thought you were looking at his girlfriend too closely. Skill: Butcher's Insight: Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass. Other: ------------ My Hidden Value-------- EXP: Inventory: Numbing Poisoned Light Javelin, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Scrap Loincloth. -Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.] Acquired Skills: -Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded -Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor. -Throwing Intuition= This goblin, having thrown enough things, has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots. -Rookie Weaponsmith: The goblin has learned through experience what ways to move and create a primitive weapon would be. Gained the skill to craft spears, axs, swords, and knives -dark aim: allows the user to guess a vital point even when visibility is low. At higher levels can strike vital points from darker positions. Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Kir Kir Day 0 \|\| Morning \|\| Church Hmm, so that was the moon she'd seen. But the moon was also the domain of Duvelna, goddess of death, so that was equally interesting and strange. Shouldn't the moon be the domain of some sibling of Ramos or something? Unless Duvelna was...mmm, better not to assume that either. Either way it answered her questions nicely, so she gave a quiet nod to Grandpa before turning toward the front doors to exit. At this rate she could try to get a bow and cloak assembled, and of course a couple of really good arrows she could just recreate over and over again to shoot from the bow. Make the proper arrows of good quality though, just to make sure the recreations would hold up under use. She didn't want to have them- Jeez. Well, there was one of her loud sisters having a fur and horn slapped into her hands. Now she was being drug off by a grumpy brother out of the blue. Moron of a goblin. It was making an already frustrating start a bit more so, and just as she'd been getting back into a sort of good mood! Letting out a sigh, Kir walked over and promptly bonked Argos on the head lightly with one of her fists. Enough to hit, but not enough to try to deal real damage. Just something to get the dunce to stop for two seconds at least. "Hey, dumbass, you could just ask one of us you know. Don't just drag people off. If you want help then follow me, I'm headed out to make myself a cloak and weapon anyways." With a deep sigh, Kir then began to walk out of the doors, glancing back over her shoulder at Argos and Aya before continuing on walking outwards. Was she saving Aya? Not really. She just wanted to avoid another headache-giving situation along the way, and inviting her brother along was probably just going to make things simpler if the rest of the sister group came along. At least as compared to bonking him on the head with a sword, like she'd done to a certain sister earlier. She'd already eaten her good fill of the other horned rabbits and berries already, so she was ready to go to get a weapon made and go hunting. Would be simple enough as it was. She'd help with the trap as well if the others didn't slow her down though. That meant more food and supplies for making things after all. Summary: Kir walked over and bonked Argos (@Jangel13) lightly on the head with a first as he tried to drag Aya (@TheMushroomLord) out. She briefly lectured him about grabbing people for a brief second, before inviting Argos to come along with her as she goes out. Kir's intention is to go and make the best bow and the two best arrows she can and the best horned-rabbit-pelt cloak she can. This is so she can made good-enough quality recreations of the arrows to use them effectively, by making the original ones of a high quality, to go hunt a couple of rabbits in the woods with her bow. If Argos comes along, she'll help him fashion the horn and fur of his dead rabbit into something after making her own stuff and before she goes hunting. If Aya and company come along, she'll help with the trap after finishing making the other things and going on her small hunt for a couple of rabbits. EXP: 0 Inventory: - x5 Horned Rabbit Pelts - x2 Horned Rabbit Skulls With Their Horns - Sinews Harvested From 5 Horned Rabbits - Acquired Skills: -Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. -Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Argos @ReusableSword bats en mass The bats were quiet and didn't notice them until the mother bat that was struck gave a loud screech waking every one of its family up and if that wasn't enough that wasn't enough since the mother bat was now heavily bleeding the second bat that was struck hard was then screeching. That essentially rang the alarm for the groups of bats nearby. Soon enough they would see the little light that was in this part of the forest darken even more as the bats flew down almost like a giant shadow moving as one to kill what disturbed their sleep. Bats either flew high or low to the ground and constant screeching could be heard as they used it as echolocation to attack the monster that hurt them. It seemed clear that even though the mother bat dropped from the ground thanks to the blood loss the sheer numbers of the weak bats would prove to be the hobs undoing if they didn't think fast... --- @Darked13 As the goblin would pull the rock towards him he had the idea to see if he could throw it as a projectile. He soon focused once more to pull the rock but this time into the pew in front of it. When he would pull the stone he would hear the soft bonk as it hit the wood. It couldn't be pulled fast enough to make it a weapon that could do genuine damage to the wood or enemies but it proved he had an effective way of distracting or harassing an enemy if he used it right --- Lord@TheMushroomLord He sighed as he was told by the shy one that it would be best if he fought smarter so he could have the best of both worlds. He stopped moving forward and he said "All I need is my fists, at least for right now. I know their must be ways to make my punch stronger but until then I fight with what I was born with" just as he was about to move her along he got a bonk on the head by another sister making him release Aya and at her words he couldn't help but growl loudly at her. He was visibly pissed at that and was struggling to keep himself from fighting her right out of the gate. He figured it was better to prove that he was anything but dumb so he then said "Says the goblin that simply ate up the leftovers the hobs gave her, I don't need you or your help anyways! he growled turning the opposite direction he then said "I make my own way, follow or don't doesn't mean I'll care" he said with a huff as he started to head to the north east not knowing what would be waiting for him.</s> <\|message\|>Wan Baw Mcgraw (Under construction)</s>	<\|message\|>Skrik Skrik's smile widened a little. This little cousin had a straightforward manner and a bold one at that. So he values strength that much. It was different from Skrik's own path, filled with nagging questions and curiosities about the mysteries of the world. Skrik wanted answers and options, various paths that would allow him to defeat foes that were stronger than he was. But, different paths do not always create conflict. "Good, take what is yours and follow quickly." Skrik instructed, holding out the stout stick that he had found. "This too. It should make a good club for you with some work." With that said, Skrik waited only long enough for his instructions to be followed before turning away to head in the direction of the tribe's previous home. "My name is Skrik. When you get stronger, I'll ask for yours." It felt strange and uncomfortable, being so domineering. But, Skrik's young cousin respected strength. So, that would be the goal. Both of them needed more strength. Strength should be rewarded, and recognition from someone stronger... that could be a potent reward for some. Besides, if this motivation worked in spurring his young cousin to more rapid growth then it would benefit all of them in the tribe. Skrik set a pace that would not be easily matched by a goblin in the direction of the tribe's previous home cave. While he kept alert for danger, he was also looking for any exceptional wood to use for a spear shaft and common wood for javelins. He wanted something stronger than the common woods that were around. They were good for most foes, but that bear might demand a better quality weapon. He was also looking for the types of berries that the horned rabbits didn't eat. Their poison might prove a valuable addition to his options. -Gave "Stout Stick" to Grik -Lead the way toward old cave. -Searching for the following along the way: Poison Berries, Better than average wood for a spear shaft, Up to 5 average sticks for javelins. Inventory: Numbing Poisoned Light Javelin, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Scrap Loincloth. Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.] Acquired Skills: Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor. Throwing Intuition= This goblin, having thrown enough things, has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots. Cloud</s>
<\|description\|>Skrik I am a mighty goblin... probably. Gender: Male Goblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are more vicious than the average goblin. Combined with his lanky figure, red-gold eyes, and preference for very tight places, he is one creepy looking goblin, even among goblins. Hobgoblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are largely unchanged but have taken on a more distant and calculating semblance from recent experiences. Lanky as ever, but somewhat better muscled and with a slightly more olive tone to his skin, his evolution to hobgoblin didn't change much aside from slightly lengthening his clawlike nails and giving his features a slightly more refined appearance. Still, refined or not... he's still one creepy looking guy. Personality: Being betrayed by his best friend in his past life has had an effect on his thinking. He accepts the possibility of treachery and murder, unknowingly becoming more likely to kill other goblins as a result. However, he is still undecided as to whether or not he will be loyal to his own kind. He has a strong sense of need, knowing that everyone needs something and that the one who can provide what is needed has power over the one with the need. Thus, he will always seek to understand the motivation behind the actions of people and creatures. However, this does not help him with a deep seated loneliness that lurks deep within him. He is also very visceral, being strongly influenced by his physical senses and susceptible to certain social forms of manipulation. He enjoys his food and drink more than most as well as the moment of the kill and the taste of fresh blood. Past Life History: Studying to become a doctor while working with livestock on a farm can make for an inspiring story… so long as it doesn't end with your best friend luring your out into a fallow field to beat you to death with rebar because he thought you were looking at his girlfriend too closely. Skill: Butcher's Insight: Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass. Other: ------------ My Hidden Value-------- EXP: Inventory: Numbing Poisoned Light Javelin, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Scrap Loincloth. -Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.] Acquired Skills: -Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded -Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor. -Throwing Intuition= This goblin, having thrown enough things, has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots. -Rookie Weaponsmith: The goblin has learned through experience what ways to move and create a primitive weapon would be. Gained the skill to craft spears, axs, swords, and knives -dark aim: allows the user to guess a vital point even when visibility is low. At higher levels can strike vital points from darker positions. Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Arch Hᴏʙɢᴏʙʟɪɴ Aʀᴄʜ --- @Jangel13@Eviledd1984 --- Arch grins as he holds the stone in his hand, precisely as the Goddess willed! That is perfect. Once, he was done with the little test he looked over at Goblin Grandpa, "Sorry for that Grandpa... I'll bring you some rabbit meat for the trouble, and maybe ask you to teach me some more about medicines in case there are any goblins that get hurt in their first hunt, but don't die. I'll take good care of him, if he is willing I'll even teach him the basics of proper hunting." He grinne widely... but before he could even turn to the goblin he was already up close and very touchy. Good thing he had no killy reflexes beyond lightly stepping away from the goblin once he was done, "You really shouldn't... just go and touch others like that. At least, not outside, or without consent. Someone might break your arm. If that does happen though, I can fix it, don't worry." He grinned at the young goblin, "But don't worry about my flower it is a gift by the Goddess Shirila herself, therefore I can only thank her for this blessing. The bracelet is a gift I have obtained from Her, and now it even allows me to do things like I just did." He put the hand on VVan's shoulder once he turned to goblin Grandpa, "I can bring you out now if you want, I'm Arch." He turned to Zats, "I can also teach you my stalking techniques for hunting while I am out. Just don't plan on going too far beyond the rabbits so that I can be sure that as many of us survive." Looking again at the young goblin, "From what you are saying... you need materials. Things to make other things. There is nothing left in here, but you have to learn how to get your own food regardless of anything else you want to get. I can teach you how to get it, and how to not die while trying to get it." The hand didn't leave his shoulder... unless he attempted to brush the hobgoblin off, in which case, the hand wouldn't be on VVan's shoulder anymore. Arch offers goblin grandpa some meat in exchange for more, medical knowledge. He LIGHTLY threatens VVan, explains that he novv plans to teach Zats his stalking vvays and offer to also teach VVan. EXP: 90 Inventory: - Earth conduit: Without a natural affinity for magic, the Goddess had to take more drastic measures with what little power she owned. The weave has now engrained itself into the hobs very muscles and bone structures giving him a literal conduit towards earth and earth based magics now powered by his own stamina rather than mana. Acquired Skills: - Duelist's Stance: This stance has been passed down from soldier to soldier. It teaches the correct way to hold their weapon when faced with an equal opponent. - Gravekeepers Spirit: Arch is able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton, he is able to draw strength without the requirement of being a necromancer. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust. - Intense Strike: Intense strike is a move that brings the user the greatest power through a single strike with willpower alone. This strike can cause intense damage if aimed correctly and when upgraded can break bones to pieces - Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Primitive Medicine: The goblin now knows how to make primitive salves and bandages for fresh wounds. He can't make sophisticated medicine but can craft items that will ease pain and prevent infection. - Primitive Surgery: This goblin has gained some small understanding into physiology and as such can perform minor medical actions like setting broken bones, stitching deep cuts, creating slings (for broken arms and legs). - Stalking Stance: Stalking stance allows the user to enter a sort of stealth mode when hunting. The user is harder to detect and see while in the stance allowing for easier surprise attacks. Titles: Fire Dampener: Higher resistance to fire and fire magic. Blessings: None Curses: None</s> <\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya Aya was getting excited, unreasonably so actually, considering she had no idea of how this sudden learning thing worked in the first place. Still, even if she wasn't successful, learning something about how the system itself worked, or rather didn't work, would be valuable in its own right. As she walked Aya continuously analysed every critter she saw to the best of her abilities. Butterflies… Those were the post chrysalis forms of caterpillars right? Designed pretty much solely for reproduction… also pollinators, what was the evolutionary advantage to that? Incidental as a result of their diet or maybe benefiting the ecosystem at large was indirectly beneficial to them… She tried to maintain her usual sense of caution, occasionally snapping her improvised weaponry back into position and scanning for danger as a sudden wave of panic hit her, but each and every time Aya's attention was quickly sucked back to the task of identifying the local wildlife. Birds… flight was useful but the mechanics behind it escaped her grasp… a centipede, lots of legs, lived in the underbrush, probably poisonous... EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* Alpha Horn Rabbit Pelt * Alpha Horn Rabbit Horn * Hand Held Rock * Aya still doesn't know how the system works, so she spent her time wandering around and analysing random animals in the hope of gaining knowledge. She's probably going to continue wondering until she finds something noteworthy or it gets dark.</s>	<\|message\|>Skrik Skrik & Grik Collaboration: Skrik was pleased at the results of his efforts. An uncommon spear head and a good quality axe head were good results for an amateur, to say nothing of the skill that he gained. With this skill, he'd have a much easier time making decent weapons and tools for future hunts. But, more importantly for the moment, he had finished his reward for his cousin. Looking over, he easily confirmed that his young cousin was still nearby... and looking a bit disappointed. Well, that was natural. "Young one, here." He said without preamble as he held out the good quality axe head. "This should be good for your hunting. Add it to your club. We'll be hunting when you're done." the young goblin perked up at this, and eagerly took the axe head in his hands while he dragged the club closer to where he was sitting. Grik was slightly more engaged as he was excited to be properly rewarded by his older relative. Skrik's mouth curved upward at one corner, just a little. He had succeeded in rewarding his young cousin well. But, now the questions that remained were how much time it would take to finish the weapon and how much time would remain for them to hunt before nightfall. They would need a good tree to spend the night in as well. Skrik's small smile vanished at the thought of the two of them confronting those wolves on the ground. That would be... a brief and unpleasant affair. In the meantime, Skrik took note of the rocks that his young cousin gathered and started trying to increase their number. Even if they couldn't kill a wolf from a tree, they could practice and maybe improve their chances later. Grik took his time figuring out how to attach the axe head to his club but took this opportunity to pester the hob with a few questions but one stuck out amongst the chatter between his task, one that was something of a thought that he blurted out "...Did you ever feel like your brothers and sisters ignored you? Do you hate them?" it was something he had on his mind yet he failed to keep the thought to himself. Skrik stopped his work for a moment to consider the question. It wasn't really something that he had thought about much. Besides, he had been keeping a casual eye on his young cousin's progress with his new weapon. The change of subject was rather sudden. "I don't hate them. We all hunt to become stronger, each in a different way. We can't stay together and get what we want." He said flatly as he returned to his work. It was true that he missed the company of his siblings from time to time but they had never been coddled. Survival first, everything else came later. For that very survival, tools and powers were necessary. "My siblings sought power through hunting first. I looked for tools and other methods first. But, it's time for me to begin truly hunting. I need to be stronger to get the methods that I want." The young goblin listened intently to his cousin, nodding at the explanation. "I guess I understand, but my siblings didn't even speak to me. I just don't understand why, and it makes me want them to fail..." he said sounding hurt and angry. "You need to be strong. If they help you, you will be weaker. Most of them would see you being with me as a bad thing, holding you back... allowing you to be weak. I will reward progress but I will not give you anything for free. I will not go that far." Skrik fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "Failure is death. Death allows no returns. Your feelings are your own. Make your own choice." Grik grew silent as he got close to finishing his task of fitting the axe head to the hefty stick he was clenching tightly between his legs, using the strength he had to hold the club still enough to chip the top with a rock he picked up from the ground. It took a few minutes but before he got close to finishing he spoke up in a solemn tone. "My choice is to take action, to meet every challenge without fear." Grik told the hob before returning his attention to the club. "I thought so. That's why I made the axe." Skrik said with a nod as he set down the few additional throwing stones that he had completed next to his junior and began to walk out of the cave. "I will look for a tree strong enough to shelter us for the night. When you are done, come out and join me for our hunt." The trees near this cave were not very suitable since most of the low branches had been broken off by young goblins looking for easy clubs. But, Skrik knew that there would be better trees close enough. He would stay relatively close and quiet. It would also be important to find out if this cave would attract anything looking for a lair. Cloud Summary: Skrik - Gave Good Quality Axe Head to Grik - Made/found a few more throwing stones for Grik - Went out to search for a tree that can protect both of them from wolves at night - Also looking for signs of any new beasts in the area Summary: Grik - Crafted the Good Axe Head to his club.</s>
<\|description\|>Aki Rosewall Age: 19 Appearance: Personality: Aki is a reserved but outgoing girl without any major aspirations. She is a novice to the Megaman franchise and to gaming in general. She has some natural talent for rhythm games, but can't win a first person shooter if her life were on the line. History: Aki graduated high school last year and is working at the local roller skating rink. Although she doesn't make much, she wanted to take a gap year to find herself and discover the right direction in life. She likes the occasional RPG or two on weekday evenings, and having finished Star Force a year ago, Aki wanted to see the line of games that started it all. She decided to dive into Battle Network series out of order (not that anyone could blame her; 2 was thirty dollars and 4 was on sale—besides, it was probably the best game in the series anyway), and is currently looking forward to competing in the in-game Red Sun tournament. When her friend Ashley found out that she was starting the series, she gave Aki her brother's old Protoman Advanced PET; he had grown up since then and probably wouldn't miss it. While she isn't very familiar with Digimon, she loves the Summer Wars anime film and has watched it at least four times over. Other: Aki found a weird purple sword chip on eBay once; she thought it was a bootleg, but decided to buy the chip anyway for the fun of it. She doesn't use it in fear of damaging her new PET. Ciel.exe Appearance: NaviCust: Shield, First Barrier, Tango Personality: Ciel is a loyal, defense-type navi who seeks to protect her operator from harm. Even pending threat of deletion, Ciel refuses to leave a teammate behind. Ciel has a soft spot for viruses and wants to find a way to continue SciLab's work to reprogram them into helpful data rather than malicious. She considers Tango her pet cat and loves him to death. Other: Ciel's default weapon charge is the C-Saber. Once charged, she can briefly summon a green, triangular sword and use it to slash a single enemy. Her navi emblem is a small 3D diamond.</s> <\|message\|>Suzuki "Suzie" Takada `C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...` Suzi sighed in relief when she saw the man coming. An actual adult! However, she hesitated when she noticed his hard hat. She was attacked by one of those. How could he be wearing one on his head? Instead of answering his question, she stared at him. She didn't want to get into trouble by not answering, but she could not bring herself to converse with him. She pondered about the other children he had mentioned. She but her bottom lip closed and averted her attention away from him. Maybe, Aki-Senpai will say something… or Lily-kun. She was happy an adult was here, but she felt unsure at the same time. She had never felt this way with an adult before. It felt uncomfortable and made her hands and wrists tingle with nervousness.</s> <\|message\|>Lily Anderson It took Lily a little bit to snap out of her brief crush on the digital angel. Her cheeks turned red when she realized that more than a few of them had given her a sideways glance. Demi-Meramon sent a face palm emoji through the expanse caller and she could almost sense that Minomon was sulking. What really worked to snap her out of it though was her stomach. Hearing from the digimon that there was food but no guarantee that it was edible made her heart sink. Looking Round gave her the impression that this place may not have a Walmart or something to shop at, but she assumed there would be something. Potentially starving to death hadn't really crossed her mind. "Thank you Mr. Meramon, that's a very kind offer." Lily says, deciding that showing her anxiety wouldn't help anyone right now. They didn't have the luxury of doubts or stalling out here. They had to advance and that meant keeping a positive attitude up even if that felt impossible with an empty stomach, "If you can catch it I can cook it! I cook for my dad and his friends all the time!" Seeing two adults come out of the woodwork so suddenly made her give pause. They had the same helmets as the little monsters. Or rather...not the same. Different in some key ways but clearly a red flag. Her expanse caller seemed to hum as she looked at them, as though her partners were warning her that these men were probably not all they appeared to be. "We...we did sir." Lily admitted, taking a step closer to Suzi. There was something not quite right and she wanted to be close her new friend right now. Meramon and Clockmon were what was really setting her on edge. They seemed ready to fight. The digimon they met so far had been friends, even these two who had originally attacked them. 'Actualize' came to her thoughts and in a flash of green Wormom appears. Looking tired, but responding to some silent bond between them as he crawled between Meramon and Clockmon, his mandible clicking in what could be approximately be called a 'growl'.</s> <\|message\|>Rumi Holding some of the sandwich in her hand as she turns and looks toward Aki with an unamused expression she says "I was with y'all initially, but was blipped away with some gross hand things. I think I was sent to some sort of heaven, cause there were angels and it was annoyingly bright, but that didn't last long either. I wasn't their cup of coffee I guess." She says as she shrugs with a smug grin. "Other than that, I do not know, cause all I got now is this big guy here and a half eaten sandwich that I to-was given to me." Octavia turns to Suzi when she asks about the angel, and nods. "Eyyup! a ugly looking one at that, too many wings. Gross." She looks around at the others when Clockmon snatches the sandwich away, Rumi immediately takes a step towards the weird looking creature, but stops when Octavia snatches it back in excitement. "You can regenerate food? That is awesome!" Rumi then relaxes slightly, as he stares at Octavia with a watchful and careful manner. Octavia then turns around towards the man and hides the sandwich immediately, tilting her head slightly in confusion. "Wave tower?"</s> <\|message\|>Aki Rosewall This was it, this was her ticket. A beacon of sanity in this nightmare ocean of a world that went out of its way to kill her. Although the construction helmet gave Aki some pause, the tower and his general roughitiness made her feel like this guy was at least supposed to be here. Hi!! Wait, too much enthusiasm would scare him off. I mean, hey there. Do—do you know where we are? That... thing just attacked us. We almost died. As the now-tolerable heat beamed down on the small group, Aki finally took the opportunity to take in everyone's status. The kids seemed scared, and some of them tired, but at least they were all still alive. Even the annoying girl somehow managed to show back up after the fight. And the digital creature things would probably recover on their own over time... or at least she hoped. Things finally started to seem like they were going her way, and now she just needed to get this guy on her side. And... wizards? None of us know magic if that's what you're asking. If they woke up in some kind of fantasy world, Aki supposed even fantasy magic could be possible. Maybe she would even have a chance to start over, learn some kind of cool magic spells, and make something over herself. It would beat her life back home, at least.</s> <\|message\|>Jacob Wise --- Noticing Suzi's apprehension, but too oblivious to notice the tension from the digimon, the man held his hands up in an attempt to diffuse the situation before the young girl became too frightened. "Hey, actually... Looking at you kids, I don't think you'd really be able to mess with it anyway, so don't be scared, okay?" He was confused for a moment at Lily's admission of guilt, but was about to wave it off when Wormmon appeared from thin air and went over between the two higher stage digimon. "What the-!?" he shouted in surprise before looking around and shaking his head. Clockmon and Meramon noticed Wormmon and lowered their guards to a more neutral stance as the man in the hardhat regained his composure. "Alright, so... If you kids can make your Wizards appear like that, I could probably believe that you'd be able to hack the wave tower. But I don't think that whoever did it would just come back and wait for someone to come check on it." He then looked at Octavia and Aki, slightly concerned at the voice that Aki had greeted him with. He noticed Octavia's confusion as he replied to Aki, "You don't know where you are? And you were attacked? What 'thing' are you talking about?" He stopped and thought for a moment. "Well, let's say that you really don't know. This is -" was all he managed before his eyes glazed over and he slouched forward slightly, no longer conscious. "Hey there. Sorry about that, girls." a young man said from behind Meramon and Clockmon, who both turned in shock and took up a full fighting stance this time. "Who are you!?" Meramon asked, clearly surprised. "And how did you sneak up on us like that?" Clockmon added. The boy held up what appeared to be a Capture Chip, or at least a Battle Chip of some kind, with an image on it. "'Invisible' Battle Chip." he said in explanation. "I came to check out the wave tower, but with it on the fritz I figured it would be better safe than sorry. Picked this one up off a virus yesterday so it worked out." The boy looked towards the other four humans. "You girls have transers, or Expanse Callers?" He looked at Wormmon directly, before continuing. "Stupid question. You have digimon, so they can't be transers. I take it then that you're new to this place too? Not very good at info collection if you don't know the local tech, though." The boy held out his left hand to Aki, while using his right to put the 'Invisible' Chip in his pocket. His right arm had what appeared to be an Expanse Caller on it, down even to the symbol on the bottom, which was visible as he kept his hand in his pocket. "Name's Jacob. Nice to meet you all. And a 'Wizard' is like a digimon. From what I've learned the past few days, they're programs of some sort, but can't normally actualize like a digimon can." He paused a moment. "Though I guess digimon can't either, normally."</s>	<\|message\|>Aki Rosewall "What do you mean 'the past few days'?" "The past three days." The boy paused. "Like… the past three days since waking up here? Did you girls not get Omniphone Golds? That seems to be the common factor from what I've learned." "We did, but… we just got here. And all at the same time, too."Aki considered the implications. If he'd been here already, then that must mean…"Did you somehow get yours early?" "No? Did you get yours late?" Aki tugged at the hem of her shirt. The boy's words weren't an accusation, but she couldn't help but feel like they were. "I mean, my uncle got it for me on launch day. Definitely not three days late." "That lines up with me and the two I've met, then. Dunno why you think you only got here now." He looked over at Clockmon. "Aren't you a time-based digimon? Did you do something?" "No. I haven't done anything." Clockmon replied. First they get isekaid, and now there's time shenanigans to look out for? "Well, you've been here longer. What is this world, and more importantly, how did we get here?" "I've only been here three days. But it seems to be like… a world where technology is different. They've got a lot of electromagnetic tech that we didn't have, assuming we're all from the same world. Or that this is even a different world at all. It could be time travel, I suppose. But pretty much everyone has a 'transer,' the device on that guy's wrist," He pointed at the man in the construction hat, "or something more advanced than it. Seems like there was recently a better device put on the market." Aki took advantage of the moment to eye the now-fallen man. He didn't seem to be moving, and was large enough that Aki couldn't see any clear signs of breathing. "Is he… erm… you know…" Aki shook her head, unable to swallow the thought. "Is he okay?" "Should be. I used a card that gives the 'Freeze' and 'Confuse' effects. We've got a few minutes, but he'll wake back up with little memory of the past few minutes and totally fine.." Aki sighed in relief. The man wasn't dead. Now she turned and gave the 20-something her full attention."I'm so glad. And, er, Jacob, was it? What's with this thing about statuses? Like in a video game?" "Don't wear it out. But, sort of. It seems like the biggest difference between where we came from and here is the existence of Battle Chips, sort of like Megaman, and cards that work similar to them. They can affect the real world, but I've found that they work best in a place where there's a lot of digital… influence, I guess? Like near a wave tower, like we are now. Or where digimon are around." Okay, this guy had clearly figured out the most important parts of this world over the past few days. He seemed to be a pretty nice person and, well, it didn't exactly hurt that he was kind of cute. "So this really is like those old Megaman games, huh." Good job, Aki. Playing it smooth. "I don't guess you've found any kind of an exit?" "At the very least, I've seen viruses from them and Battle Chips work with Expanse Callers. But no, I don't know of any way to get back. I've had to do a lot of experimentation with the other two guys I've met here to figure anything out, so I hope that telling you all this helps with the whole 'skipped three days' thing." "Yeah, it helps a lot. And you've met others here besides us? Oh, and uh, I'm Aki by the way." "Like I said, I've met two others. But they were both by themselves, aside from their digimon. I haven't met anyone with a Netnavi yet, but I assume there's got to be a few if viruses exist here. The regular people have Wizards, which seem to be basically EM Netnavis. One of them was really… angry, honestly. The other guy was cool though." "I've got a navi named Ciel. She was here when we woke up in this world." "Oh, that's cool. Now at least I know they're a thing here too." This world was bigger than it first seemed, and now that they knew other people were around, some even transported like them, their whole situation just got a lot more complicated. But forget all of that. Most importantly, they weren't alone.</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "You seem smart. What do you got in your kit?" Rael was divvying out whatever she found in her kit, and Benkei joined her, doing the same. Out came various potions, food stuffs and materials. Sharpening stones, small torches, a lantern, and rope. He also produced several potions. Several health draughts, a few mana draughts, one remaining stoneskin potion and several strength elixirs as well were laid out on the floor. He also placed a few wrapped packages of dried fruit and meat alongside Rael's. One final meal they could all share together before journeying into the deeper dungeon. "Seele, take some food and drink this mana draught, you burned too much energy in that trap room," Benkei called the girl, knowing how much she'd gone through already. "And don't pull heroic stuff like that again. We need you with us, not half-dead from spell exhaustion." They needed every ounce of strength.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Thump-thump Thump-thump Thump-thump Kelly couldn't hear anything over her own panicked heartbeat, and the voice that kept replaying: You will die. You will die. You will die. You will die. Then she jerked as she felt something touch her knee. At an unknown touch, Alja would probably be fine. She was balanced. If it was a particularly strenuous situation, she might punch the touch. But on the whole, she was pretty hard to shake. But Kelly was not. Kelly was in a state of perpetual shaken-ness. And so instead of looking sharply up at what was on her knee--her eyes still staring listlessly into nothingness--she only cringed away from the touch, burying herself further into her knees. "Alja, sweetheart." Alja. "Shhh, shh. It's okay. Look at me." Kelly lifted her--lifted Alja's--head from her--Alja's--knees. Her eyes--Alja's--still streaming tears, met Seele's, and a moment of utter shame ripped through her. She closed her--Alja's--eyes. You're disgusting. Less than nothing. Weak, selfish, useless coward. Who are you to think that you could help these people? Any people? Anybody? Any situation? You can't even help yourself. You lock yourself away in a video game--you neglect your studies--you neglect what few friends you have--you neglect your family. All to fulfil this fantasy of a world where you mean something to somebody. But you don't. You never have. And now you never will. "Right here, hey. You're okay. You're okay, you're going to be okay. I promise." I promise. The two words slashed through the chains of self-pity that were holding her in place. And in front of her in her mind's eye--was Alja. Oh, shut up. I... No. Shut up. You listen to me. You have a chance here. You finally have a chance to do something. Something that really means something. Something that will help people. Isn't that what you always wanted, Kelly? To help people? Why else are you going into medicine? Why else did you roll a tank in Pariah? You finally have that chance. You're good at what you do. And if you die--if--then you'll die in service of helping other people. So get off your whiny ass and do some good, huh? Then she opened Alja's--her--eyes, and looked around. Seele was comforting her. Rael and Kalie--she almost laughed. She slowly pulled her hands away from her head, and began to uncurl. She met Seele's eyes. Her voice, when she spoke--"Thank you, Seele"--was tiny. It was fragile. But it was her's. Then Kelly breathed deeply. And Alja stood.</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- There was work to be done. The party wouldn't get another respite until the dungeon's end, so it was best they prepared for what challenges lay ahead. Their fearless leader, Benkei, was working with Rael to account for all the supplies they had to work with. They'd gotten to work mere moments after the attendant left-- were they just putting on a brave face? Or did a chance encounter with death really not scare them? "Could use a snack." He cleared his throat on approach, burying his shame for another day. He hadn't expended much energy thus far, but he was still peckish. It was weird. He didn't get nearly so hungry so quickly in the real world. Was it all the extra muscle he'd put on in the game? An odd thing to mull over as he reached down and collected a sizeable bit of food. After a moment's thought and a glance over his shoulder he picked up a second share. Then his eyes went to the collection of special items and potions they'd laid out. Graves hadn't taken the time to drop by the alchemist in Thorinn before the raid, stupidly enough. He'd gotten cocky, excepted to run through this no problem. "I could use one'a them ironskins too." He reached down and plucked one up, slipping it into a specially made loop in his belt. There was another vial hanging next to it that he pulled from its string. "Don't like takin' without offerin' anything back," he said, tossing it to Rael. "Extracted straight from a basilisk's fang. The guy said the poison's so potent it'll burn you just by lookin' at it too long." Graves winced just at the memory of it, a hand moving up to rub his shoulder. "Think I believe him, too." That single, concentrated extract was worth almost a quarter of the kill by itself. It would've made for a hell of a hunting tool in his arsenal if the world hadn't gone to shit. Now, all he could hope was that it saved a couple'a lives before the day was done. "Maybe hand it over to the archer. Can only imagine what a shot of that shit through the eye would feel like. But, y'know," he shrugged, "I trust your judgement any which way." With a final, over-exaggerated bow, he turned away and was off. His path brought him over to where Seele was "helping" the much larger Alja to her feet. Evidently they'd managed to work through her panic attack together. That brought some comfort, he had to admit. Alja was good at what she did and they needed her help if they were going to get through this. She might not be back to her usual, chipper self for awhile, but this would have to do. Seele'd done good. "Here." Graves offered the second serving of food he'd taken over to Alja, plopping down on the ground where she'd once been to scarf down his own meal. "Goshta keep yer shtrengthh up." He sloshed out between chunks of jerky and dried out fruit.</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: The Dungeon, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "If we wake up." Rael sighed as she cracked her neck. She was sore and tired, but not absolutely exhausted. Kalie had exerted all of her energy to bring down the demon; Benkei was having a panic attack. She was certain the rest of the group would rejuvenate them soon enough. "We're stuck here." Hanako said in the annals of her head. "What if the hack gets worse? What if they can't fix it?" The thought was something Rael thought about as she leaned against one of the room's walls to brace herself. Her eyes moved to Priscilica as the large doors to the control room opened and the pink-haired spellcaster wandered inside. She was glad there was no more surprises, but even Rael was on edge. Part of her was disappointed that the battle was over but that was a part of her that was in opposition to her body and her mind. Hanako, Rael... and whoever she was now. She supposed the way she thought and acted was divorced between the two, like an amalgamation. There was no real reason to roleplay in the new landscape of the world and it was a world she was going to have to get used to. "You're thinking it, too, aren't you?" She said as people rushed to Benkei's aid, "How this could be it." She crossed her arms after she leaned her spear against the wall. There was an aching part of her mind. Why wasn't she scared? Why did she want to keep fighting? What was wrong with her? It ate at her like an acid, though she did not show this anxiety as she did so. But this time it wasn't out of keeping up the appearance of looking cool; this time it was out of numbness.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Priscilica was too kind--he hadn't done anything special that anyone else couldn't have accomplished. Anyone else could've given her a draught. If anything he was the least effective in the last fight, he didn't even contribute to killing the boss. And the one thing he could do, he failed at. Nonetheless it'd be pointless and rude to say otherwise, and Kazuki only offered the girl a nod of acknowledgment, watching her as she walked off. He couldn't quite look Seele in the eye, instead choosing to walk past her as he unhooked his lyre. The familiar, ear-scratching grind of the door let him now that the dungeon was officially over. Starting up the familiar-sounding song, Kazuki let his body go on autopilot, staring at nothing in particular. It was easy to let the notes carry him away to anywhere else, but the sound of Luci's sobs made sure to root him to the dungeon's room. He could feel the pull of his magic already; he must have used up more magic than he thought. He figured he may as well get everyone up as best he could so they could make it back to town in one piece, albeit a quick look around let him know that exhaustion was just as common as injuries. That would be the second thing he would look into, there was probably a spell out there that could help with that. He'd be more effective next time. He'd succeed next time. Failure was no longer-- The sound of metal hitting the ground caused Kazuki to stop as he whirled around to the source. For a split second he thought that even the dungeon's end had changed and something else was coming, but instead he was greeted with the sight of Kazuma on his knees. Had he been hurt worse than he thought? But the way he grasped at his chest set off every single alarm in his head. Kazuki didn't even realize he had dropped his lyre when he ran over, kneeling down next to him. "Kazuma!" Kazuki called out his name, louder than he meant but stern as he held his hand. "Kazuma, breathe, I'm right here with you! You're okay now, just breathe!" --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon, -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "You're thinking it, too, aren't you? How this could be it." It had crossed his mind more than a few times. If the glitch was easily fixed they never would've heard about it. Nobody in their right mind would admit the players couldn't be logged out and that they were at risk of death unless there wasn't an alternative. The situation in the real world must've been untenable. It was the only thing that made sense. So what then? What were the chances they were stuck in Pariah for days, or weeks? What if they were stuck in here for the rest of their miserable lives? Graves should've been frightened by the thought, but instead all he felt was... "They don't deserve it." He breathed, watching Benkei hit the floor. A panic attack. He'd seen 'em before. He remembered one night William came home with eight different drugs in his system and spent hours freaking the fuck out. It hurt to watch- just like this did- but there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could do but ride it out. "They have somethin' to go back to." Graves sniffled, wiping his nose. "People. Lives. I-I mean, Aags and Luci were gonna be together for Christ's sake. They had so much. So much ahead of 'em." He felt like a monster for laughing after everything that'd happened. After all that was still happening. There wasn't an ounce of joy in the sound; just pained, angry resentment."What- what the fuck did I have, y'know? Without this stupid game I might as well be..." Graves never finished the thought. He climbed back to his feet, and shook it all off. Took all that shit he'd been moments from letting fall out into the world for the first time in his life and put it back where it belonged. There was still work to be done. Still bodies to be buried. They could deal with what came next later.</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: City Streets -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Buh..." Alex unpeeled his face from the finished letter. Or at least, the letter in which he really didn't know what else to include. It reminded him of talking to distant relatives after years of not having seen one another, where there were so many possible topics and you avoided them all in favor of small talk because you didn't really know them well. Logan and Alex were closer and loved one another, but Pariah had caused a lot of friction within their relationship. Was there really a point in divulging details apart from not being dead and vague motions towards his current plans? He'd just get frustrated at Alex no matter what. Assuming he was alive of course, but ale did a good job of keeping him from thinking about that. Facing him was Kazuki, the healer who had survived the raid with him. Kazuki was the opposite of a relative he'd known for a long time, being a near stranger Alex wanted to talk to incessantly over topics such as having almost died and having lived. Not a lot to cover, admittedly, but damn if it wouldn't feel good to find more people to unload with. It took his alcohol-infested brain a while, but what he originally wanted to bring up eventually surfaced in his conscience again. "Kazuki, dude. Long time no see. I mean, it hasn't really been that long, but it sure feels like it." The words left his mouth in no hurry, a contrast to his usual voice. He was aware of this, but that hadn't been enough to stop him from taking another chug. "Just here, chillin'. I was gonna ask you guys about your plans and stuff, but I had a letter to write, and, uh..." His face, the lower third of which had smears of ink, tilted towards a corner of the tavern where Seele and Alja were having what looked like an intimate moment. "...Yeah. Don't know what's going on over there." He slowly grabbed his tankard and swished it around. "So, what brings you here?"</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- It had definitely felt like a long time, Kazuki agreed with that much. Still, he couldn't help but slightly raise an eyebrow as Alex drank. The tavern obviously reeked of alcohol, but he was a little surprised to see someone his age--were they the same age?--take a swig like an experienced drinker. Then again, he couldn't really blame him, even if he wished he had arrived beforehand to stop him. There was just something wrong about seeing an obviously sullen Alex trying to drink his woes away. Gone was the warrior archer from yesterday, replaced instead with a young man that seemed like he was in over his head. Not that he was one to talk. Alex spoke of a letter and followed where he had gestured to, only now seeing Seele and Alja. It looked like Alja was in the same boat as Alex with Seele comforting her. Was there ever a moment she wasn't comforting someone? He had to admit it was admirable to see her the same as yesterday as she continued to be there for everyone. He never did thank her, did he? Kazuki tore his gaze away from Seele and looked over to Kazuma for advice, only for the latter to have gone elsewhere. Alright, he supposed recruiting Alex would now fall to him, the socially inept Kazu. Well, if he succeeded, maybe afterwards he could catch Seele and Alja. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to Alex. He was pretty sure the poor guy didn't even realize he had ink all over his chin. "Actually, 'plans and stuff' is why we're here," Kazuki told him with a slight shrug. "Ka--Benkei and I thought that maybe banding together would be more effective than staying apart. At the very least having more people to rely on isn't a bad thing nowadays." He had no idea if what he was trying to say even made sense, but he knew he had to try. "Yesterday happened and we're all still here. We're still alive, and that only happened because we were together," He continued, pausing for a moment as he scratched his cheek. "Truth be told, I--It's difficult to find people that are trustworthy. People that are reliable. You're someone that people can rely on and you pull through when needed." --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Stay safe!" Graves waved to Rael as she sauntered off. "Don't talk to strangers!" A brief glance around the tavern told him that everybody from their party had showed up. It was strange how glad he was that they'd all decided to stick together after yesterday's events. He didn't know them; not really. Was one life-changing shared experience enough for him to call them his friends? Graves didn't even know their real names. It was silly to care about this group of strangers. He smiled anyway. The tavern was too muggy for its own good. If outside had been bad, this was practically unlivable. Like walking out of a summer's day and into a sauna, or something. He was thankful he'd skipped out on any extravagances at Raja's- breathable pants, sandals and an open vest as red as... He crossed over to where Kazuki was standing over Alex, who was knee-deep into a mug of ale about the size of his head. And he had a bunch of shit all over his face, too, on closer inspection. Like he'd fallen asleep in class and some jokester had drawn a penis on his forehead, only the penis was a bunch of misspelled words and the jokester was himself. "How're my two favorite fuck-ups doin' this fine mornin'?" Graves threw an arm over Kazuki's shoulder. The two didn't know each other well, but Kazu had saved his ass enough times to earn a little love. He'd only caught the tail end of their conversation, but it sounded as serious as it was awkward. Hopefully they weren't too torn up about yesterday- justified as it would be, Graves had no idea how he'd handle that. He could barely handle his own baggage as is. He was no Seele. He couldn't process all this shit and play parent at the same time. "So everybody's still around. You two gettin' somethin' to eat too, or was there some kinda meetin' I wasn't invited to?"</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- A somber moment between friends ended abruptly as Graves jerked away. His attention shifted fully toward the tumultuous waters beneath them. Something was moving under there. It wasn't visible to the naked eye, but he could feel it: the hairs on his arms stood on end, his vision filled with black dots, and the rhythm of his heart beat louder and louder until everything else was drowned out. Three people, harrowed but alive. One of them was dragging the other two along on a mad dash toward the surface. It boggled his mind that someone would even attempt that sort of rescue, let alone get this far. He shoved his hands into the water, grabbing the lead swimmer, and hauled them up onto the stony surface. "Rael?!" Graves asked, bewildered, even as he helped her and then Kalie and Valena find their footing. They were all positively disgusting, yet alive. He couldn't ask for more than that. A rush of conflicting emotions hit him like a wall of sewage. Glad to see them safe. Angry as hell that Rael had nearly killed herself saving those two. Guilt at not having tried to do the same. Alja had shaken herself out of her pained stupor and gotten to work rallying everyone, trying to make sense of their situation and find a way out of it. A good idea, but he said nothing. He couldn't get himself to focus on practicality at the moment. After hesitating a beat, he decided to cross over to where Rael was standing, still recovering from her misadventure. "Hey," he whispered harshly, trying to contain his volume as to not interrupt the other conversation. "What the hell was that, you goddamned moron? You tryin' to die playin' hero? I thought you were-" He caught himself before continuing, swallowing the worst of his impulses. He didn't meant to berate. Didn't mean to lecture. It was hard to communicate what he did mean- maybe he didn't know what he meant at all. "I'm...glad you're okay. Stay okay."</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Why was he yelling? What was he yelling? Rael's palms pressed against the cold stone of the sewer floor as the tall American screeched at her about her playing hero. What? Did he prefer Kalie drown in the depths of the sewer because she had been about as caught off guard as most of them had been and didn't stick the landing for once in her life? Did he want the healer, who Alja apparently knew to some inherent level? It didn't make sense. Then it did. Nobody cares about you. He's yelling because you acted stupid again. Like with the bat. A familiar whisper in the back of her mind. But her own anxieties, her own inner self didn't make sense with what she was hearing. It confused her and she was still coughing up a good deal of water. Admittedly, it was a pretty stupid thing but he was glad she was okay? I mean, if she drowned the guy would be up Mt. Fuji without a parachute, or as the American expression went—up shit creek without a paddle. This group of theirs relied on her and it felt good. Seele tried to impart that she was a good person in the tavern in their conversation, a hero, but all she had done is dismiss it. What was heroism in a game of survival? If she was out there alone who knows how many people who didn't like her would string a rope around a tree just for a little revenge? Sometimes Hanako didn't even know how her own mind worked. "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" She smirked, deflecting her own internal thoughts as she pushed herself to her feet. "The elevator, huh?" She repeated as she channeled her magic as a gust of wind dried out her clothes and hair before she spat out some water from her mouth onto the ground before retying her hair into a loose ponytail. "Shouldn't be too hard to find." She commented though as she went to say another remark a distant, distorted shriek could be heard in the likely direction they would be heading. Her brows narrowed as she looked to Valena. "With our luck, we got another dire rat at..." Valena nodded. "The élévateur."</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" Rael gave a clever little retort just before walking away. She was good at deflecting. Good at hiding what was going on inside that thick skull of hers. It made Graves' blood boil. He could spill his guts to her and it could wash off her back like nothing at all. What was he supposed to get out of that? How was he supposed to interpret it? Maybe he hadn't expressed himself well. Maybe he didn't know how to turn the mayhem in his mind into words others could understand. What he'd actually said was almost cruel in its incoherence. Aggressive, contradictory, more a vomit of raw emotion than a conversation starter. But he meant it. He meant it, even if he didn't know how to say what he meant. 'Like you really know what you were even gettin' at,' he sneered. All he'd accomplished was pulling her closer with one hand while pushing her away with the other. It was like he'd forgotten how to be sincere. Like he'd woken up from a years long, narcissism-fueled haze that had stripped him of all memory of how to be a decent human being. Things were easier when he was on his own. Life was simple. Hard, perhaps, yet uncomplicated. Then he met seven idiots in a video game and everything went to hell. Graves had hoped things would be easier after that first week's...events...were behind them. They knew he cared about them, right? Maybe he hadn't said it to all of them, but he shouldn't have to. Not to her. Did his actions not make it clear enough? "Fine," Graves drew Alja's knife from his belt and started toward the tunnel entrance, desperate for some way to blow off steam. "Let's go kill ourselves more rats."</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand. Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone. As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- It was easier said than done. Still, it wasn't like Alja was going to let Kazuki get away at this point. To her credit, her words were logical and along the lines of encouraging. He stared at Alja for a second, though he didn't respond, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets. This was the pain of having to interact with people, wasn't it? Now that he thought about it, on top of every other problem they were having, Kazuki wasn't used to being this...social. If one could call it that, anyway. He didn't say much of anything, more focused on sobering up as he resumed the walk wordlessly. He wasn't expecting much out of this little trip, though that was more his pragmatism speaking. If Prisillica managed to rally people, maybe, but as far as he was aware, Aaginim's death still had the place pretty grim. It would be nice if he was surprised, but he wouldn't hold his breath. And even in the slight chance where things could be moving, Luci was still an obstacle. His own involvement aside, he was certain she held resentment towards their entire group in general. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kazuki was running away. Would it be right to just let him walk off, to avoid dealing with Mystic Prophecy? It would be easier than handling that sore wound that both brothers felt, after all. He knew Luci blamed Kazuki for Aag's death, but he also knew why they'd all done the dungeon in the first place. To test the waters. To see if Benkei was ready to join Mystic Prophecy. Kazuki wasn't the one who failed Aaginim. It was Benkei. It was his fault they were in that dungeon at the time. His single-minded desire to be the best led him down a path that good people died. And now when you died you never came back. "Ka-" Before he could even say anything, Alja burst onto the scene. Her words were better than anything he could force down, and he was thankful she'd come to join them as well. "Alja's right. We need to meet with Mystic Prophecy, and we all have to work together if we're going to survive." He wanted to bite his lip in frustration. Who was left in Mystic Prophecy now? "Let's go, everyone. There's no better time like the present, right?</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern -- City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Graves wasn't much of a thinker, even if he'd never admit it. Seele spoke in an excited rush, days worth of careful research and pondering pouring out like a flood. She was shuffling through stacks upon stacks of documents featuring all sorts of information: missing wayfarers, a map of the city, a second map of the city, then a third and a fourth. It would've been difficult to keep up with her even if Graves wasn't halfway through a sizeable tankard of ale. Still, he did his best to follow her line of thought. People were being taken in some kinda pattern. Certain places in Thorinn where it was easier to nab folks in the dead of night, he figured, were hotspots for these kidnappings. And they were targeted, too, not just at players but specifically mages from Drox. Why would they go after the hippies of all things? Every Drox guildie he'd ever met was obnoxiously nice and obsessively helpful. 'These guys've gotta be real bastards if these are the people they're huntin'.' Cowards, too, if the only wayfarers they were willing to fight were supports and healers. They'd be easy pickings for somebody like him, if only they could actually find them. But it seemed Seele had a plan for that, too, as she drew a vial from her robes. A cold prickle climbed up the back of his neck at the sight of blood. His heart beat just a little bit faster, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and snatch it off the table. He opened his mouth to speak only for the words to catch in his throat, his attention drawn elsewhere. Something was on his arm. He glanced down at it, and even on seeing Artemis's hand gripping his he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. The idea that someone would dare to touch him seemed so outrageous that his first instinct was to dismiss it out of hand. His eyes were playing tricks on him. Or it was an accident, maybe. Graves looked up to give Artemis a puzzled look as she released her grip, mumbling out an apology about a lack of sleep. The gears in his head turned hard enough to send smoke trailing out of his ears, but he finally got it. "Oh," he muttered, blood rushing to his cheeks. "No, no! You're, uh, you're okay. Its totally cool. We're cool." Graves assured her everything was okay with a pat on the arm and a thumbs up. He quickly turned away from her. "You don't have to do that. You're not doing that, actually. We ain't lettin' you out of our sight. Besides," he grabbed the blood vial Seele had placed in front of them, holding it up. He gave Seele a long look, trying to read the intention behind her eyes as he spoke. "Seele already went to all the trouble of drawing this. You sure you're up to this, Missy?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- There was a crash as the door to the faction hall was flung open and a titaness of a woman in heavy blue and brown armor clomped loudly into the open doorway, a grin on her face. She spat out a strand of white hair, leaning casually up against the jamb. "Yo! Who's here? What faces in this crowd do I know?" As she panned her head around the room, her grin grew even wider as she caught sight of a familiar readhead who sat at a table with someone who Alja knew she'd seen before, but couldn't quite place. Pausing only to grab a tankard full of some kind of ale from the bartop, she threw herself down uninvited into a chair at the same table, slinging her knees over the armrest and lounging back. "Ay, it's Rael! Looks like Aaginim's pulling out all the stops if he's bringing you in on a raid team!" She took a long pull from the beer, then none-too-gently dropped it back down and wiped the foam from her lips and chin. She paused for a moment before continuing. "Wow, slots for a raid team this large for one dungeon? Lotta people here." she swept her long arm around. "You and Aaginim are supposed to be able to solo floors or something--and I'm not half-bad at this dungeon thing either. We must be up some kinda creek, huh? This dungeon must really be somethin' else." She twitched her fingers. Fog coalesced on her gauntleted hand, then solidified into a thin shell of ice. She promptly knocked her armored fists together until the ice fell off in chunks, which she scooped into her drink (only half of it left at this point). Sure, the shards'd disappear back to mist and magic in a couple seconds, but hey, any chill was better than the lukewarm that the drink had been. SHe took another drink, smacking her lips appreciatively at how much colder it was. "Looking forward to workin' with you again, though." Another draught of ale. "Sure, you drive me nuts sometimes, but you damn sure know your stuff. Nothin' better than slappin' some Tundra Glass on that spear of yours and watching you go!" She punctuated the remark with a loud laugh, pulling herself into an upright position, more or less using the chair how it was meant. She leaned her head back into her hands, then turned to the man at the table and snapped her fingers--or at least made the motion, since gauntlets didn't snap well and she seldom removed hers--in an exaggerated show of attempted recollection. "Know I've seen you somewhere, but I'll be damned if I can place. If ya don't remember me, name's Alja Frostguard." She grabbed Glacier Chain up from the floor where she's put it along with her backpack, tossing it casually over her shoulder and letting it rest there."Think I could grab yours, jog my memory some?"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- A lone hunter stumbled into Thorinn with a great weight upon his back. He was a mighty figure built like an oak tree-- tall and broad and ever sturdy-- yet it seemed his strength was failing him. The burden he bore was several times his size. It was a mass of sickly pale scales, hanging bits of gore and ligaments and broken bone. Two great eyes like red orbs stared back at those who walked behind the hunter, unblinking, empty. Chains wrapped about the severed head bound it to the man that carried it. He had pursued the thing through the wilderness for three weeks. It had struck the killing blow against the hunter twice throughout their game, yet he kept up the chase all the same. Such was the endurance of wayfarers: not even death could stop them. Not permanently. The beast could neither hide nor fight by the end of it; it was too bloodied to do anything more than whimper in its nest as that wicked nodachi relieved its shoulders of its head. In whatever afterlife Pariah provided its monsters it could look down with some irony-driven revenge as its corpse harried its killer. The head's weight had collapsed the man's horse three days earlier, forcing him to bear it all on his own. What should've been a short journey to a just reward transformed into a perilous, monotonous trek up the main road to Thorinn, where every day there came the risk of someone coming along to steal the proof of his triumph for themselves. By the grace of lady luck that never came to pass. There were even some that stopped on their own journeys to offer the hunter help in carrying his quarry home. It annoyed him. More annoying was when they insisted that it was no trouble, not understanding that he wasn't being polite. He wasn't going to be climbing into anyone else's cart with such a valuable bounty chained to his back; their hearts would only stay good until they realized the value of what he carried. Regardless, he didn't need the help. Or so he told himself every time he fell to knee along the road, his legs nearly buckling under him each time. But the ordeal was over now, for he'd made it into Thorinn and the bounty office was a mere hop and skip from the front gate. There, he dumped the now-rotting carcass into the hands of some poor denizens schmucks that worked for the acquisition officer, who paid Graves handsomely for his trouble. 'Good Lord do I need a break.' Tired feet carried him back across town, toward his favorite little drinking hole: the Wayfarer's Rest. It didn't have the best drinks, or the best beds, or the best people. The work there was usually interesting, though not consistent. No, it was his favorite because of the one thing it didn't have. He beat his boots against the door frame to rid them of the dust of the road before pushing the door out of his way, stepping inside. The front room was more crowded than usual, and not with the same do-nothings he was used to seeing around here. They were well-armed and gathered 'round for what sounded like talk of business. There was one woman in particular who reminded him of a mammoth who was making particularly loud talk. Was she actually taller than him? 'Tch.' Graves pretended he wasn't intrigued by it and walked up to the bar to order himself a drink. He'd keep his eyes toward it, but his ears were focused elsewhere.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: Fountain Square -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kazuki was going to make them late. "Look, if you want to finish your little performance, go ahead. But I'm going to check us in at the Wayfarer's Retreat. I added the location as a waypoint for our party; so you can't get lost." His brother's little concerts were impressive enough that other players did enjoy watching them. Hell, they'd received a few guild invites because of Kazuki's popularity-okay, not they just Kazuki. Raid groups didn't hate Kazuma-Benkei's-skills as a tank. In fact he was an extremely reliable tank in most dungeons and encounters. It was the attitude that rubbed groups the wrong way. "The DPS died during the trash pull. That's unacceptable. The off-tank didn't pull the right groups. It took us 15 seconds longer than average to defeat this boss. The DPS isn't committing enough damage to skip the second phase. If you can't parse, why the hell are you even playing the game? Kicked. Removed. No commendations. This was normal. People needed to play perfectly if they wanted to be the best, and these chumps were in it for "fun" and to "relax". They had no idea how important it was to be regarded as a top player. As a reliable tank. As someone people could look up to. Accepted. Kazuki was the opposite. His brother was more concerned with mastering the music in the game than healing in dungeons. And being forced to carry his older brother through these events while shouting down everyone else? It hadn't made a good impression on anyone. Benkei made his way into the Wayfarer's Retreat. Even though he'd customized his avatar, he'd spent hours making the avatar resemble himself IRL. In a world where everyone else made themselves look fantastic and wonderful, Bekei's obsession was making himself look...well, like himself. It didn't matter that his avatar looked a little silly with the oversized sword nearly the size of its wielder. He wanted to be the best version of himself in the game, since outside he was...well, he was Kazuma. Second son, second best, completely forgettable and average. But here? He scanned around the room, surprised at some of the top level players that had been invited. He'd recognized a few of them; he had to know the competition he faced in his dream of becoming number 1. He found a seat away from the group, eyeing up the ones talking and chatting amongst themselves. Raids were cooperative experiences, but in his mind, it was just as much player vs player as any arena match. These people were his competitors on his journey to become the best. There was the one girl; the tank everyone hated. Still, she was one of the best in the game, and it made sense she'd be invited here to complete a raid before anyone else knew about it. There were other big names showing up as well. Former members of famous guilds, players who just wound up in nearly every party eventually...all sorts. Benkei wondered if they'd be reliable.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Fuckingpieceofshitmotherfuckinglittlebitch...' Graves sat in silent contemplation, stewing on the wrong done to him. His attention was focused on a stream of dark liquid: it was flowing off the top of his head, down into a half-empty mug set down on the table before him. Wisps of primordial energy kept the ale contained, stopping even a drop from spilling out. His efforts seemed to be proving fruitful as his face, hair and clothing were mostly dry by now. Just a few more seconds, annddd... Something came crashing onto the table, shouting nonsense and splashing ale everywhere. It shattered Graves's concentration, spilling alcohol across the wood. "Ah, come on!" One final, defeated huff left him as he decided to just live with it. He leaned all his weight onto his elbows and looked over at Leaves, trying his best to conceal his annoyance. Doubtful that she'd care, though; she was already talking a mile a minute after making her grand entrance. It was lot. Too much, after the shitshow he had just failed to clean up-- and move on-- from. At the very least he could be glad she wasn't a dickhole about it. "S'pose so. Anything's better than sticking 'round here," he grunted, his hand idly grabbing at the nearest mug. "Just got back from the wilds n' I'm already ready to leave again." Life was a lot easier when there weren't any people in it. He took a swig. The raid itself wasn't something he was ecstatic about, if he was being honest. It'd pay well, sure. But Graves didn't play Pariah to delve into dungeons to go treasure hunting. He'd done it plenty, though he wasn't like Leaves: hitting the top of the DPS charts and climbing the leaderboards. No, he was made to do something different, and he was a damn sight better at that than anybody else in the room. Kalie might make him break a sweat. Maybe. "Oh!" Graves blinked, seemingly remembering they weren't alone. He waved a hand over at Seele. "This is uh...Jesus, did you tell me your name? Hope not. I think she heals, er, somethin'. Didn't really ask."</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele found herself smiling—now this girl was a breath of fresh air! Energy entirely different from the people she'd encountered so far—for the most part, though she saw a bit of the titan woman in her mannerisms—excited and ready for the adventure ahead of them. It was enough to shift the mood and shove Seele's creeping doubts away. She giggled good-naturedly as the unruly man fumbled his way through the conversation, still clearly aggravated by the ale that lingered. She did take note of the slight magic he employed in drying himself, though. "Seele," she said, nodding politely to them. "Or Missy is fine, too. I'm not picky. It's nice to meet you both!" Seeing as her basket had served its purpose, she took the cloth from inside and set about dabbing up the ale the new girl had splashed about in her enthusiasm. As with her cleaning before, it was mostly meaningless, but she did it anyway. Perhaps that was why people sometimes mistook her for a denizen. Not that she minded, they were for the most part a lovely folk. "I don't provide healing, unfortunately, but I've been told I'm a very reliable support. If I'm lucky enough to be grouped with the two of you, I promise I'll do my best to keep you safe." Mis…sy…</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Alja huffed out a relieved sigh when Luci came along and broke up Graves and Rael. Stepping backwards out of the maelstrom's center, she smiled in an altogether different way than usual as she watched the rest of the scene play out; a soft grin, with a bit of an amused tilt at the corners. More catlike than her usual bombast. She loved watching Luci put people in their places. She'd grouped with the DPS on occasion, and she'd been an absolute joy to work with every time. Yeah, she was competent--way past competent actually, better than Alja by a long shot--but that wasn't super important to Alja. Rather, what was important was that Luci was just...fun. Once you dug past the ice-queen politeness, there was a certain streak of dry, deadpan humor that made it a total joy to banter with her. And for the cherry on top, their playstyles gelled together pretty well too. Of all the people she'd met in Pariah, Luci was probably the one she liked the most--maybe with a single exception--even if they didn't end up seeing each other very often. Not to mention, she chuckled to herself, she knows how to keep Rael in line. And that takes some doing. A few minutes passed; Alja spent them making small talk with some of the denizens and smaller-name Wayfarers in the guild hall, downing ale all the while. She'd just finished a showcase of Tundra Glass to a couple new players--they were moderately impressed with her fairly high-level and very specialized conjuration tricks--when she heard Luci come up behind her, commenting on the altercation between the two hotheaded players from earlier. She laughed, slapping the other woman on the shoulder (it was a greeting that she used often) and chugging down another drink of the digitized alcohol. "Too long for sure, Luci! Goddamn, it's nice to see you!" She pulled the other woman into a crushing, bearlike hug, taking her time--a good five seconds--before releasing her "When was the last time, anyway? Was it that time I tried to duel Aag and he wiped the floor with me, or was it one of the dungeons? Never had the best memory." She pondered a moment, then her face broke out in a massive grin. "Well, who gives a shit anyway? It'll be good to work together again!" Only after her rambling was over did she address the first comment that Luci had made. Her smile became a rueful grin, and she rubbed the back of her head. "Ah, I don't know exactly what I was thinkin'. Kinda thing I said is exactly what stokes Rael and Graves, gets 'em riled up. Only way it coulda been worse is if I put loot on the table and started taking bets." She shrugged her massive shoulders, leaning back against the table. "Still, kept 'em from each others' throats long enough for you to roll on up so...success!" She was about to say something else, leaning in, when she paused: someone was talking over near Graves. Someone that she hadn't seen in just as long as Luci, and someone that she missed even more. Her eyes lit up, and her grin--rueful as had been--bloomed into something almost manic. She bounced on her heels, and then, with a quick "hang on!, she was bolting her not-inconsiderable mass over towards the green-haired girl and launching a huge flying tackle-hug at the exception: her favorite partner in crime. "YO LEAFY! LET'S PAINT THE FUCKIN' TOWN!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Priscilica definitely kept vague about who Aaginim wanted to bring in as an off-tank, and Benkei wasn't sharp enough to catch the hints she was dropping. Then again, he was only 17, and woefully still in that teenage mindset that he knew everything. He nodded to the mage and eyed up the others in the room. "It looks like there's enough people to field two raid parties. I guess we'll go over the plans soon enough. Talking to the girl had been a good distraction; his heartbeat was no longer pounding in the back of his head, and he was feeling the tinge of excitement to take on new content. "I guess this raid will be a good showcase for prospective guild members," he mused, grinning. The idea of being offered a seat at the table of Mystic Prophecy wasn't something he considered lightly. Then he turned to look at Kazuki. What if they offered him a place in the guild? Would he have to leave Kazuki behind? Those thoughts twisted Benkei's smirk into a slight frown. He had to push those thoughts down, below the surface. He needed to focus on the raid at hand, not stupid fantasies of being the best.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Dungeon, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It happened Kalie couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes at Graves, with what he was doing at looking at a mural of the dungeon. She could see it much easier than him without squinting since she has a great vision in dark places, one of the quirks of being an assassin. ' A Ray of Sunshine, that Graves is. Ha, ha, not.' Kalie thought to herself with a smirk on her face. She felt the mural was telling them about future traps, etc., but it was a bit harder to understand since she usually used the dungeon guide mostly. It was a great help in raiding other dungeons to the finish, and it's the only way she completed those dungeons with her guild. What came out after his mouth afterward made her roll her eyes again. ' All Brawn and no brains, it seems he is.' Kalie thought with her trying to think. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, and it would be better not to be heavily annoyed by Graves or Rael. Kalie took a second to have a slight realization, and all her dungeoneering happened because of guides. She opened her eyes wide and shivered down her spine with what that means, Rael is the best at this type of thing. ' Uh oh, that's terrifying… I can't believe I have to rely on Rael of all people. If what I heard earlier is true, then that means she's been playing this game longer than I have since the company who created this game is Japanese.' Kalie thought with her entire body shivering slightly. She didn't want to give Rael an ego boost at all, honestly. It didn't take too long for another to speak his concerns about what's going on, which was Alex. Kalie had a nice looking smile on her face because it does make sense it would be a tech demo. She felt like it was the most logical explanation for now, even though the suspicion was still there. It took a bit for her to wait until after Alja to speak to Alex about the same subject she was going to speak about. It would be better not to step on any toes with her talking over them now, even if she wanted to slightly. " I'll go with your explanation, for now, Alex… but I am still uneasy about all this. Also, what? I am just trying to be considerate, I waited after Alja spoke to Alex..." Kalie spoke kindly to Alex. She blushed a bit because she's not used to being considerate to other people's feelings or not wanting to be talked over by her. After the considerate act, Kalie heard their fearless leader talk to her about her position ahead of Alja on the left flank. " Alright, Fearless Leader Benkei. I will do that thankfully, and I can see further distances than most people in this group." Kalie spoke a bit informal to Benkei. She was one of the few people who listen to the team leader, which is ironic how she plays this game, by the way. However, she did notice the potion that Rael drank after refusing Benkei's gift. It was potion of moonlight, but how she reacted to drinking made Kalie have a slight shiver down her spine. ' Oh great, these potions now have tastes? Uhhh, that's not good.' Kalie thought with her hand on her forehead. She couldn't help but facepalm at this new development; what else effects do potions have now. It would be interesting to taste, but it wouldn't be wise to use her potions now. Kalie felt a shiver down her spine when Kazuki admitted this was his first time healing a new dungeon by himself. It caused her to stare at him a bit heavily, but a pyromaniac healer would be worse in this case. " Wait... what are you fucking kidding me? I do hope you can deal with the new mechanics without screwing up." Kalie said, a bit angry and slightly relieved. The latter was mostly the fact she didn't have to deal with Diana. It is like she had to deal with a stupid dumb ass that was on purpose using offensive spells over her healing spells once upon a time. She was so frustrated; hopefully, Kazuki is much better than that dumb ass, which pissed her off, really. " I'm sorry for yelling at you, Kazuki. Fireballs, all those freaking fireballs... with that dumb bitch of a healer in Gloro Inquisitors." Kalie said with a slight bit of regret and annoyance in her tone. It showed Kalie had much baggage from the Gloro Inquisitors, but she tries to hide it, then she lets on.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- As the group began dividing itself to discuss duties, things finally started to feel like normal. This was one of Seele's favorite parts, getting to know her team's strengths and weaknesses, figuring out where she could best fit in to help the others. Whether the challenges ahead were conventional or not, some level-headed planning and practicality would see them through. Graves hollered some fun, good-natured banter their way, and she gave him a placating wave in return. But when Benkei came asking after…what was tonic water? She felt a little hiccup catch in her throat. Oh, oh no. He thought she could cook. She'd brought sandwiches to the Wayfarer's Retreat and now her group leader thought she could cook. Shoot. "Ahm…aheh…well—" she started, but then Benkei's attention turned to Rael, and the two discussed some sort of artifact. Rael turned him down, downed some sort of potion, and then did some spectacular work with her spear. Electric light emanated from the runes, and while it wasn't perhaps enough on its own, it was better than the tonic water Seele didn't have. Kazuki spoke up again, a welcome change of thought. She was surprised to hear that this would be his first rodeo in a dungeon like this, but that was fine. Keeping Kazuki and Alex together would benefit them both, and splitting her focus between Graves and their backline wouldn't be too difficult. "Perfect! You two can watch each other's backs, and I'll do what I can to mitigate some of the damage you'll have to heal. Alex, give me a great, big holler before you throw out your strongest attacks, alright? Oh, and Kazuki—" Seele paused as the lanky healer produced a torch from his bags, and she audibly sighed with relief, hands clasped as if in a grateful prayer. "Oof, you lifesaver. Anyway, if you know someone's about to need major healing, just point'em out and I'll try and throw some big defense-buffs their way. Hopefully that'll make it a bit easier on you. And one more thing, both of you. If you feel a chain pulling you—" She flicked her fingers, the ring-claws clinking faintly together. A thick, ghostly chain manifested from beneath her sleeve, wafting dim-violet light, then vanished in an instant. "Don't fight it. I know it's not fun getting yanked around, so I promise it'll only be for emergencies!" …they're not…coming… Seele started a bit when Kalie spoke up. The girl was something of a shadow it seemed, but she supposed that was a given considering her role. Perhaps she had an affinity for the dark as well, or perhaps Seele wasn't nearly as observant as she thought she was. Likely a combination of the two. "Now now," she said, a bit stern, but not unkindly. "Let's focus on the enemies ahead. Experienced or not, with all of us working together, I'm sure there won't be any reason to panic."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "No. You keep it." That was a shock to Benkei, and he nodded, sliding the ring onto his finger. As she used her magic and a potion to enhance her ability to see, he smirked. "Of course you'd think ahead like that. It's why you're one of the best." No sarcasm, just an admittance that she was just that good. "I'll help cover our rear in case we do get ambushed. That goblin tunnel from the entrance makes me wary of anything here." When Kazuki lit his own torch, Benkei moved back to the center of the group. "Kazuki, if you can cast and hold the torch, that would be helpful. I know Alex will be busy with his bow." He trusted his brother, even if he wasn't the kind of player to solo-heal new content. He'd been a rough taskmaster, but Kazuki always surprised him at how well he adapted. Even though Kazuki was more focused on the non-combat portions of Pariah, he'd actually done well in game. Benkei was proud of his brother. He turned back to the group. "Does anyone have any questions about our marching formation? Once we go in, there's no turning back unless we have a full wipe. Keep your eyes open, and be prepared for anything in there. This looks like a tricky dungeon."</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- When he was younger, Kazuki's parents used to push him towards getting a medical degree. It was typical for their culture and even their family; doctors earned well and he was bright enough that studying wasn't really a problem. For a while, he had definitely considered it--his piano career wasn't guaranteed and it was as decent a backup as any. As time passed, however, he couldn't help but shy away from it. On paper the job seemed noble but in practice it scared him. Seeing people getting hurt and suffering from illnesses wasn't for the faint of heart, and while he applauded those that took on the challenge, Kazuki wasn't sure he could handle doing that on a daily basis. The sight of blood in particular was something that bothered him deeply, and even if he didn't have any particular reason for it, seeing it always disturbed him deeply. Graves' voice managed to snap Kazuki out of his thoughts, surprising him. He actually seemed sincere, too, and somehow the acknowledgement brought Kazuki back to reality. Right, this wasn't the time to panic or to lose his head, it was too early to just roll over and stop. If this was a sign of things to come then he couldn't afford to clam up. This room was just the beginning of the dungeon, after this there were still battles ahead. There wasn't anyone else to rely on--he had to make sure they all got through in one piece. Everyone else was doing their best to get out, it was about time he started pulling his weight as well. After carefully lifting the torch from the cassinet and stuffing it back in his bag, Kazuki cautiously got up. He may as well put his brain to work if if it was needed. What were they working with? Levers, a door, a lowering ceiling, traps on the floor, and a riddle that would solve it all. It talked about stats in a certain order and finding a specific one, so putting them in order was probably the best bet. Kneeling down once again, Kazuki took advantage of the blood on his hand and scribbled a few abbreviations, staring intently at them. Strength was first for sure, Charisma and Dexterity had two between them, so one of those was definitely at the opposite end. Charisma? It was the 'foe', so it was a safe bet. Constitution and Dexterity together, and Intelligence next to Charisma...wait, he was missing one? Tapping the empty spot, Kazuki looked over at Alex asking which level to pull. "The second from the left!" He called out to the brunet. He held his breath, watching anxiously as Alex pulled the lever, though he jumped as he heard what sounded like gears grinding. In a few seconds, however, the door opened, and he let out a massive sigh of relief. Cautiously approaching the tile, he slowly stepped on it and put his full weight down. Good, the floor spikes were disabled, too. Throwing his head back in relief, he stiffened as he realized that despite solving the puzzle, the ceiling was still getting closer! "The floor's safe, but the spikes are still coming down," He yelled, making sure everyone heard him. Looking back at Seele, his voice was caught in his throat as he noticed something was off with her hands. Was everything suddenly changing now?! "Drop it! Your--We have to run!" He'd have to look at her hands once they were safe, but right now they needed to get out. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Dungeon, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie had been slightly quieter than usual, and it's mostly because all the stuff that was happening was too fast. Or, in this case, too dangerous one wrong move meant death, which definitely didn't help the situation, not at all. It's like this game has gotten way too dangerous even quicker than usual as if it wasn't a game. ' What the hell is going on? Blood and pain that makes me uncomfortable.' Kalie thought to herself, quietly. It was one thing, but the most grateful thing was that the floor traps were disabled, but the ceiling was still coming down. She would rather live than be speared by those spikes coming down on the ceiling. As such, she decided to run through to the door as quickly as her agility could take her. " Holy Fucking Christ… What the fuck is going on?" Kalie questioned, a bit terrified. All these things felt too much for her as if the world turned upside down for a second, with a glitch. She was also trying to also catch her breath from running from one side of the trap to the door. Kalie couldn't help but freak out a little bit because all the stuff that happened in that room was terrible. What next in this dungeon? This wasn't a normal dungeon, that's for sure. ' I need to calm down, but this is utterly freaky… I never had panic attacks or freak-outs in Pariah Online before...' Kalie thought to herself, with a definitely scared look on her face. She tried to breathe in and out to calm down after getting past the door. She had never once felt like she was actually in danger before, which is why she was suspicious. Thankfully, she let the others figure out the puzzle because she was too shocked by what happened to Graves. It did make her worry about Graves a little bit, but thankfully the healer did his due diligence in healing him. It would take a bit of time for her to recover from that horrifying experience fully, but there's probably more like that. Kalie shook her head slightly and sighed. " Umm, I'm terribly sorry for my outburst. But This is helluva scary right now… Did we enter some horrific horror game or something?" Kalie said. She was definitely not in character because this was an utterly terrifying experience. It didn't take much to see, but she was shaking a bit terrified, which was a definite different look on her. As if something definitely rattled her cage much more than normal.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- She was so proud of them. She was also, frankly, terrified, but even in the midst of impending, unprecedented danger, Seele couldn't help but beam as the group managed to figure out the room's tricks. She wanted to shout out some kind of encouragement, or congratulations, but when she opened her mouth all she managed was a choked gasp. Right, the shield. The effects of her Broken Chains spell had worn off long ago, and now the barrier above her existed only by the loophole of the fact that she was still channeling it. The spikes had gradually bored through the cumulative power of the shields she'd applied, and she'd had to start funneling her own health into it. It felt…awful. Seele was used to the fatigue brought on by this sort of exertion, but she wasn't just feeling exhausted, she was downright hurting. And it wasn't hard to see why. Her uplifted hands were shaking against the continued pressure, and her skin had begun peeling off. Black veins snaked down her fingers, her palms, and were even starting to creep down her wrists, leaving the flesh around them pale and burned. She was burning from arcane aftershock. And…she felt a slight wetness on her lips, and on her ears. A quick flick of the tongue confirmed her suspicion: blood. …it…hurts… "Drop it! Your--We have to run!" Kazuki shouted to her. "Door…go…right…behind ya!" She'd wanted to say more, but it had taken a fair amount of composure just to squeeze those words out. She could make that run, totally, sure, absolutely. Probably. But speed didn't look like the forte for some of them, especially with recovering wounded, and she was going to give her team as much time as she could to get to safety before she let that ceiling drop one more inch.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Bekei stood in the doorway, motioning for everyone to pass through. "Come on! Go, go, go!" His eyes were locked on Seele, however, who was exhausting herself to maintain her magic. "Seele, you need to let go! We're not out of this dungeon yet, and we still need you!" He gripped his greatsword and slammed it into the stone floor, channeling his magic into it. Gaia's Protection. He'd spent over and hour when he'd first started playing Pariah simply studying which schools of magic and what elements to take. He knew he wanted to play a tank; the leadership role and responsibility meant that people would rely on him in game; that was something he desired above all else. It seemed that the majority of players, especially tanks, trended towards enhancement; boosting their skills and their power on themselves. But a tank had to lead everyone and that meant protecting everyone; front line and back. That's when he realized how powerful conjuration magic could be; he could shift the ground itself into a protective form without relying too much on his own stamina to hold the conjuration. Rock and dirt was solid, and when bound together, would hold together long enough to protect against attacks. He didn't need to rely on too much concentration or stamina to hold the form together once the spell was completed. Stone and earth began to shift in the room, and a pillar of stone began to shift and turn towards the middle of the room; building itself up atop the stone floor. The height was only so high, roughly six-feet. But it could hold the ceiling for a little bit longer; enough to help Seele and the others get out.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "If I pushed you, I don't think I'd hear the splat." That great, terrible canyon stretched down for what felt like eternity-- so far down that the rock Rael had kicked never seemed to hit the bottom. It made bile rise up in the back of his throat. Heights were something he got a lot of back home in Nowhereseville, Indiana. The tallest point of the town was a hill right up from the church; some genius a long time ago had decided it was the best place for the graveyard. Andrew still remembered how badly his legs had ached after they'd buried his father. "Think we found somewhere to fit all that ego." He grunted. Try as he might, he couldn't hide how nervous he was. He hadn't been able to compose himself since the Glitch. Every little sound, every sudden movement, made his blood pressure spike. His hand kept finding its way to the hilt of his blade, like a child reaching out for his comfort blanket. What was he goin' to do if he fell, exactly? Stab the fall to death? It'd worked on those trolls back there, at least. Blood still lingered along the edge from where he'd lopped one'a those massive arms off. Fatigue still lingered in his muscles, too, as it never had before. All of the visceral aspects of Pariah's combat that Graves had loved had been cranked up to eleven now, n'...it scared him how much he was enjoying it. Sure, he was terrified of every blow he had to tank. It hurt to all hell, too. But the fucking rush he'd gotten killing those things was better than any high he'd ever experienced. 'Least there's nothing to feel guilty for,' he mused to himself, watching the rest of the party deliberate about how they'd get across this gap. Graves turned from the edge at Rael's request-- giving her a sly wink as he did-- and jogged to the back of the party to keep an eye out. 'S' not like they're actually alive.'</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex had been out of it, to say the least. The people around him underwent serious emotions, some of them switching from one extreme to another from what he could guess, but none of it truly registered in his mind. It was as if he was trapped inside his own head as an observer, gazing at the rest of the world from a foggy window. As he returned to his senses it felt like waking up for the first time, the mixture of euphoria and discomfort, the good kind that kept him alert. He was alive and in the body of his dreams and equipped with powers. Consequences could be ignored... ...But there were his parents to think about. They loved him and he wanted to make them proud. But they didn't know about his identity, nor did he think they would approve of it. And so much of their lives had been invested in raising him and providing him with the best life they could. But I want to be happy too. But his future as a professional needed to be considered. The world of freelancing was a tough one where industry standards changed every couple of months and work would disappear right in front of you unless you were constantly fighting for it. There were long-term projects that were depending on him, e-mails and phone calls that needed to be made. But I want to be happy too. But his friends were back at home, probably missing him. They had made plans with him, wanted to see updates on some things he was making for them. Sure, none of them understood him beyond a surface level, but it was fine as long as they kept seeing each other. But that's not my happiness. That's theirs. I just want to be happy too. It was a cruel joke. The boy who kept himself under so much pain to let the world revolve with no complications, now having the opportunity of a lifetime dangled in front of him with no certainty to it whatsoever. His breaths remained sharp despite the exhaustion having waned considerably, and his sense of freedom was beginning to fade as well. None of his doubts or yearning or wishes mattered if they were all dead. "A chasm, huh." The words were aimed at himself more than anyone else. He could avoid that strange loop of guilt by keeping his thoughts confined to the outside. With fatigue now being a permanent addition to their trek, the idea of using wind abilities to get across was discarded immediately. In its place was... nothing at all, really. Being faced with an impenetrable wall of darkness gave one very little in the way of artistic inspiration, he realized. With a vague shrug that only hinted at his turbid interior, he dug out the potion of moonlight he was given and began to chug it like an energy drink. "Bleh, this thing tastes so bad, what the hec- holy fuck I have night vision." He messily wiped his mouth as his warm eyes shifted to a shade of silver. The opposite side of the chasm was now visible, although the results were disappointing. "Looks like it's nothing but rocks. There's four weird ones, though." It reminded him of cartoons where you could tell something wasn't part of the background because it was drawn slightly different. He wanted to say that, but even someone like him knew it wouldn't make for very good commentary. "Wait, I got it." He drew his bow in a single movement and began firing at every one of the four stones. They were large and stationary targets, so all it took was extra time to secure the success every shot. After a brief pause the groan of shifting weight could be heard reverberating throughout the dungeon. The bridge was starting to lower. He knew it was in poor form to keep treating this as a game but... four out of four? "Awesome," he said. He held up his free hand, expecting a round of high fives.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Deeper into the dungeon. Deeper into the trials. From puzzles and treasure (which Benkei's surprise at his brother's treasure hunting skills left him flabbergasted). When did Kazuki get so….good at this? The troll was shocking from its surprise attack, but luckily Kalie was safe from the surprise attack of the troll. The stress of the dungeon was growing with each new room, and Benkei was feeling it. Just a little further. Just a little further and we'll be out of here. Then came the chasm. Another problem that came completely out of his wheelhouse, but Alex took point and surprisingly raised the bridge. Benkei breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over to the archer, patting him on the shoulder. "Good job," he whispered to him. When was the last time he'd given a real compliment? Hell, how many times had he ever been complimented? Kazuma. These grades are inexcusable. Kazuma. Why aren't you watching Kazuki? You need to be more like your brother. Why did I get stuck with the disappointing son? Benkei had to focus up. They were not out of the woods yet, and another beast like the troll could be waiting ahead. He hefted his sword up and looked to the others. "Hopefully we'll be nearing the end, which could mean more fights. And a boss." He did his best to give the group a smile, though his stomach was twirling into knots. They'd barely made it this far; would they be able to finish off an unknown boss with zero casualties? Just a little further. They'd link back up with Aag's party, they'd escape the dungeon, find somewhere safe, and be logged off when a fix was found. And what if there was no fix? What if this was permanent? After all, this already felt real. What if this was reality from here on out? Was it so bad?</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- So far, so good. At least there wouldn't be any complaints on his part, even if he was sure the moment they were out of here he'd probably end up either collapsing on the ground or throwing up everything he had eaten in the past twenty four hours. Still, as much as the pressure was on, there was also satisfaction for every success. As risky as things were, the group was holding their own for the most part. Even so, all of that was accompanied by a dread at what was waiting at the end--even he knew that it was the end of the dungeon that was the hardest to get by. They were going in blind, so the best they could expect was just playing careful and watch each other's backs. Alex took on the challenge to get the bridge to drop easily, though Kazuki noticed that he had taken his potion of moonlight. Potions gaining taste was probably the worst thing to happen; judging by everyone else's reactions, they had bad taste. It felt like adding insult to injury at this point--they could die, bleed, feel pain, but did they really have to make the potions taste like crap, too? His mouth still had the awful aftertaste, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to go forgetting it anytime soon. He hoped the sadist that added all this was enjoying the show at least. Benkei's mention of the boss brought him out of his thoughts. Looks like they were on the same wavelength, at least, though before he could comment on it, the girl from before spoke to him again. He wondered what it was like to have the ability to be whatever you want and choosing to be a bitch. Kazuki couldn't help but stare at Kalie, trying to decide if he should even bother with a response. She seemed like the type that wouldn't just let it go, however, so he figured he may as well get it out of the way. "I don't trust anything you have to say, so don't bother. Focus on the dungeon," He replied, instead watching Graves as he walked past them. The sudden screech from above scared the crap out of him--yeah, this place was definitely trying to give him a heart attack--though he wasn't sure what was worse, the giant bat they woke up or the number of gnolls behind them. Either way they needed to be taken care of. "Seele, we'll support both sides," He told his fellow caster, holding his hand out towards Graves. "Mih morf yawa!" He called, an abrupt barrier of wind surrounding the tank. With a snap of his fingers, the wind scattered, blowing away any gnolls that had decided to jump on the guy. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The Moonlight Potion had tasted bad enough that she nearly preferred the darkness. Nearly. While Alex drew his bow and took aim at the "weird stones" across the room, Seele meandered to the chasm's edge, giving Graves a warm smile as he passed, and joined their tank at the cusp into the dark. Before the glitch, a pit like this might very well have gone on forever, and players unfortunate enough to take the plunge would just be code falling into code until the system decided to spit them back out at the entrance. Now though, she wasn't so sure. Was there suddenly a bottom? Had the glitch tacked on one more pointed, ugly facet of reality to this place? Or was it still as she'd imagined it was; bottomless, not from code but from…well, magic, she supposed. That was the only explanation in her mind. The saying was: "It's not the fall that kills you, it's the landing," but they appeared to have found the exception. It made her teeth itch, made her brow damp, but it wasn't fear. She was no stranger to heights, in fact there had always been something serene about them to her. …you… …promised… She would have taken the moment to chat Rael up—they hadn't said too much to each other so far that wasn't strictly-business. The girl at least looked like she was holding up spectacularly well, but it never hurt to reach out and make sure. It'd have to wait. Expecting there to be only the puzzle was perhaps a bit naïve, it hadn't even been deadly. When the direbat's shriek filled the room, Seele backed away with the group, only to find gnolls waiting for them. She'd mispositioned herself wandering off from the backline, but while she was here she might as well make herself useful. "Alja! Rael!" With a turn of her wrist and a flex of her fingers, Seele cursed their weapons. Ghostly vapor drifted from the haft of Rael's spear, warm to the skin like mist from a bath, and the sharp point of its tip glinted with an uncanny glow. Her Moonlit eyes would find sudden difficulty in defining its edges, as though they were sucking what little light there was away. Alja's great flail was touched differently, being a thing of magic. Umbral light budded within its icy frame like the embers of a newborn fire, growing steadily into a violet roar that emitted no heat. The same ethereal mist wafted from its bulk, thicker than Rael's spear, almost like smoke. That would do for now. She'd gleaned that the direbat was wounded—strange, but undeniable—so she hoped they'd be able to handle it well enough. Part of her wanted to throw Alja an extra shield, but with how close those gnolls were getting, she had to trust the icy warrior would be able to handle herself. To her relief, Kazuki stepped in and with a curt incantation, brought a fury of wind to bear against the incoming creatures. It granted Graves a moment of reprieve, and herself an opportunity to compound Kazuki's efforts. Seele took a strong stance and whipped up her hands, aiming finger-guns at the recovering gnolls. Dark-bright light flared in her eyes, and she invoked the Fivefold Path. Denial. Thin, quarter-sized rings of arcane light flashed into being at the tips of her index fingers. She flexed her thumbs, the rings flashed violet, and one by one the gnolls caught in her manicured crosshairs would find themselves fighting a devilish affliction to their speed. The amulet's effects were beginning to show themselves. The spells she'd casted were minor, but she'd thrown a fair number of them out, and the frayed end of her inner power was closer than she was used to, or comfortable with. She'd have to be a bit more conservative with her efforts going forward, or risk running herself empty.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It was all coming apart. Their way forward was blocked by an enormous, wounded dire bat. Their way back was blocked by ravenous gnolls. And Benkei was remembering. It was always in these situations, wasn't it; when the tension was highest that the most calm broke down? When the pressure got too high? You're a tank and you don't have any enhancement magic? That's stupid! Public games were always like that, weren't they. Players ready to make the first comment, to insult. I don't need enhancement magic with what I can do. I'm the best tank around because I don't rely on buffing myself, but protecting my party. He'd always been proud of how he'd found a way to use a different school of magic to help build his defensive skillset. Earth sucked, people said. There weren't many good ranged abilities, and you required your terrain to fit your needs. Dumbass. Without enhancement, your DPS as a tank will suffer. You're slow enough using the Greatsword path. If we tried to PVP right now, I bet you wouldn't last ten seconds. Ten seconds later, and it was over. Benkei's skills weren't all focused on defense after all. Benkei looked out at the charging group of gnolls and his comrades engaging them. With Rael engaging the bat, he knew that meant he had to mop up the trash. Off tanks were usually in charge of picking up the adds, after all. He dashed to Graves' flank, but before he entered the fray he quickly slammed his blade into the ground. "Earthern sprites, heed my call!" The ground began to shift around them, just like earlier when he'd conjured up a pillar of earth. This was different, however. "Skewer my quarry!" Spikes of earth erupted from the ground in the middle line of the charging gnolls, much like the deadly spikes from the trap room they'd begun this hellish dungeon in. They erupted out of the ground at an angle, piercing the breasts of any of the gnolls too foolish to keep charging into the fray. Benkei hefted the blade from the ground, and continued his charge now, with the aim of providing backup to Graves in the front line while Alex fired away at close range. Benkei hoped that his spell pissed off enough to draw their attention to him now.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Blood flew, screams from man and beast echoed in the cavern, the ringing of metal and the sounds of rending flesh were savage to the senses. More than once Seele nearly slipped on the slick, red carpet spreading across the stony floor. The gnolls had almost reached her many times, but each attack was thwarted before it could land, be it by Benkei's earthen assault, Alex's keen eyes and keener reflexes, or Graves'… That boy worried her. She fired off a few shields to those closest to the gnolls, but her reserves were thinning out. With a flick of her wrist, Graves' wicked blade grew wickeder, its curved edge wavering like a ghostly, serrated tide. If more damage meant more life, then hack away, she supposed. A snap brought one more shield to Benkei before the direbat let out an absolutely horrifying shriek, and her attention whirled around. She half expected to see it there, rearing on them, but instead it was up above, and it looked very, very hurt. As it slammed into the far wall, Seele saw her. Rael. The wild girl had practically pinned herself to the thing with her spear, but not tightly enough. Lightning sparked from her, it was clear she was trying to bring the thing to heel, but its pain and panic had rendered it utterly uncontrollable. The direbat thrashed and plummeted towards them, and like a magic trick, Rael was gone. A cold fist gripped Seele's heart, stole a beat. No, not gone. That smudge in the dark, trailing traces of bright static, that was her. She was falling like a ragdoll towards the chasm. She was— I can hear— "Stop!" What a silly thing to say. Seele dashed like a madman for the chasm's lip, nearly tumbling over. She shoved herself off the stone, pushed off the balls of her feet. If she'd still had her hat, it would have flown from her head, impractical thing. The direbat careened past overhead, tattered wings and broken claws scraping by her; she didn't even hear the impact. She made it within feet of the edge and skidded to a halt on her heels, hand thrusting out. PLEASE The chain coalesced from her sleeve, flew with the speed of an arrow and sunk into Rael's body, as if it meant to anchor in her very soul. Seele felt the will there—thank god—and ripped her arm back so fast and so hard she might have thrown her shoulder out of socket. The chain retracted, Rael's vertical journey took a sudden, horizontal detour. Directly into Seele. Normally the spell would have deposited her target safely and gently before her, but, as she was now discovering, that was going to require a little more explicit focus than she'd applied. Thankfully, Rael wasn't particularly big or heavy, but that didn't stop her from taking Seele off her feet, and the two of them tumbled back onto the ground. To her credit, Seele did technically catch her. Things were sore. She'd cushioned their fall with her, well, herself, and as she found the air to groan, she realized she was clutching Rael with a grip like a corpse. "Sohry…" she wheezed. Nope, not ready for words yet. She let go of the other girl and let her head fall back against the stone. The direbat was still there, somewhere. To heck with it. If she had to choose right now between moving and dying, then at least she wasn't going to have to worry about resetting her shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Steel clanged against rusted iron as the last of the gnolls met Graves in combat, unafraid of the death that awaited it. They were each exhausted, unable to howl at the other-- all they could do was stare hateful daggers and push. It was a tug-of-war match and whoever won got to plant their weapon into the other's throat. Graves was moments from overcoming the dogman just as an arrow soared right by his ear, burying itself into the creature's eye. It died with a whimper in its throat. "I had that one-" He started to snarl, turning to face Alex just as the incident on the bridge reached its crescendo. Seele was screaming, Rael was following into the abyss's dark embrace and a heap of broken Dire Bat was moments from turning Graves and Alex into a pair of DPS-shaped skid marks. It was a lot to take in. A swirl of emotion, of fear and panic and rage, replaced the ecstasy of combat. A quick look around and Graves took a dive toward the nearest bit of cover: those spikes Benkei had stuck him with earlier. What had been his bane would soon save his life. The bat tumbled, wing over heel, bouncing off the ground like a stone across water. It reached its apex when it impaled itself upon that spiky field. The beast's massive body lurched with pain. Blood spurted from its innumerable wounds. And yet, despite that, it raged on. All screams and howls of violent defiance. Its unwillingness to die would've been something to admire under other circumstances. For now, Graves was busy pulling himself out from under its heaping mass, crawling along his belly until he was safely able to rise. It snapped its teeth toward him. If he'd been even an inch closer it may've gotten hold of him. The killing stroke was quick, precise, but far from clean. Gore sprayed like a fountain all over Graves and anyone else in the splash zone, catching him in its innards. The thing went into its death throes, tossing and turning until it snapped the spikes inside of it and began to wiggle loose. He stumbled backward onto his ass to avoid catching one of those claws in his chest. The Bat went still a few moments later. And Graves was back on his feet, sword left in the dirt as he ran toward where Seele was laying near the chasm's edge. He saw Rael laying over her chest. He didn't see her moving. "Nonono you tiny moron, don't tell me you played hero and..." His voice trailed off, something else playing in the back of his mind. 'Don't fuck it up.' The panic died in his throat once he was close enough to see Rael was still breathing. Just as he came to stand above her and Seele, Rael stirred awake from the daze. "Did we—Did we get it?" His shoulders sank a foot as he sighed out his response: "No thanks to you."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Oh no. In a single battle, most of the frontline had been wounded. And Benkei couldn't judge how bad the wounds were. They'd almost completely lost Rael when she fell to the void; but Seele proved incredibly useful. The girl he was worried about holding them back? She'd saved their lives numerous times. And she didn't have any DPS at all. Benkei's entire worldview was at question now. In a normal game environment, a player like Seele would be completely useless. But here? She was invaluable. It was the same with anyone who could support and protect. Even though his spikes had screwed up with stabbing Graves in the leg; they'd been helpful in finishing off the direbat. The era of game meta was over, at least for now. As long as they were in this weird state of the world, the things they'd previously learned and knew were completely out of the window. What else had changed during this "hack" as the moderator called it? They felt hunger, they felt pain, all of their senses were enhanced; no that was incorrect. Their senses were unlocked; it was as if they were really there. And who was to say they weren't? In this game of dreams, what marked the difference? If he lost an arm here, would he suddenly lose the function of his arm when he woke up? Would they ever wake up at this point, or were they all just braindead vegetables laying in their beds, couches or futons as they experienced one last gasp of consciousness before the oblivion of death? They still need your help. Snap out of it Kazuma. "Kazuki! Alex! Seele! Kalie! We need to treat our wounded!" Graves obviously had multiple lacerations and a puncture wound. They'd need Kazuki's magic and some healing draughts to close his wounds. But what if they fell into an even bigger fight, and received more wounds? Would they need to conserve their medicine for more serious wounds? He looked to Rael, who was wounded by the debris from Alja's attack. That meant that friendly fire was on; or maybe the idea that spells could avoid others, that game-idea, was gone and replaced with reality. If someone launched a fireball, they'd incinerate everyone, friend or foe now. Just like with his spikes and Alja's ice. Rael also probably had multiple bruises from her tumble. He hoped she hadn't cracked anything internally. Alja also had received multiple cuts as well. If they had first aid kits, with things like gauze and bandages, even someone like him could at least treat some of these injuries. They wouldn't need Kazuki to exert himself and to constantly use their dwindling supplies of healing potions. But right now, they had to make do with what they had. "Let's get everyone treated, and then re-think our formation. We can't keep over-exerting ourselves." His heart pounded in fear. How much farther until the end now? And what would they face there? Would they all make it out alive?</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It feels a bit nice to hear the man say it's on the house; Kalie smiles slightly happily with that news. She nods about what he says, and it's always good to build brand loyalty for whatever type of place you are working at or doing. " Thank you, Dariel Yaleioric." Kalie said smiled in return. As Kalie watches Dariel slink into the kitchen, she responds to him. " I won't, Dariel." Kalie said. She tries to think about what she will do in the future, but it wasn't like she got anything to do. At her wit's end, in all honesty, many things went wrong in that dungeon, and she broke down in front of everyone. It's a bit depressing that a little push here or there would cause her to break down like that. She roleplays for the sake of feeling better about herself and trying to hide her true feelings about others. Kalie has always been a bit standoffish towards others because she doesn't know how to react to failure or consequences. It was easy for her to be so because of all the hurt she has in her heart. Kalie breathes in and out, trying to stop herself from breaking down again, but it's hard for her. It doesn't take long for her tears to go down her face, and she tries to wipe them away. ' I should seriously think about my actions and all I have done… I want to feel happy and not with all this sadness in my heart as I do. I don't want to die, though.' Kalie thought to herself. She has her hands near her face to stop the tears from going any further down on her face. Kalie was slightly breaking down again because of all the trouble she causes for her selfish reasons. It made her think about becoming a teacher a bit more since it is her favorite school subject. Kalie hadn't thought much about the school she would be teaching since she still needed to get the proper credentials to teach. She would probably teach at her Elementary or Middle School, rather than High School. It made her smile slightly since the younger generations need to learn how to write English correctly. ' Come on, Dawn, you can get through this… it's not as if you are going anywhere any time soon.' Kalie thought to herself. Her little pep talk with herself stops her waterworks for now. In essence, she needs to prepare for anything, and it is what her father usually says. She sighs slightly with all that happens to her and everyone else. It hurts to say it, but she fails to make friends throughout her time in this game. All she saw was the competition and nothing else; if she tries a bit harder, she couldn't feel so empty in her heart with so much guilt. Kalie tries to correctly think of a solution to her most significant problems, which is never understanding others' feelings. How can she be able to understand others' feelings when she hasn't figured hers out. The missing opportunities to find love or find answers to the reasonable questions for her heart has. It's still hard on her, but her parents were the most rational people in her life, and they love her no matter what. ' My feelings are all over the place. I should have opened my heart to others. Only my mother Heather and father Julian knew my feelings well. It's probably why they intervened for me to relax once in a while before breaking down and feeling unfulfilled. But I did break down in that dungeon as if my life was over...' Kalie thought to herself with slight regret to never opening her heart to others. It hurts, and all she wants to do was deal with her path to becoming what she wants the most.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- The snow was still falling. Kelly was standing underneath it, letting it come down upon her. She smiled. It had been a long time since she'd been up in the Grampians; not since she was just a little kid. It was beautiful. She stuck her tongue out and caught a snowflake on it, giving a little giggle. But didn't that snowflake taste weird? Oh, that's right. It was red. She wondered what caused the red coloration; she didn't know enough environmental science to ponder what kind of weird meteorological phenomenon might have caused that. Her mouth quirked, and her brow furrowed slightly. It felt like she was forgetting something. The taste of the snowflake stayed on her tongue. She was no longer smiling. The snow fell faster. Harder. It poured down upon her in almost a rain, staining her cardigan red. The tang on her tongue was even stronger now. It tasted like iron. --- Alja jolted upright, eyes wide, and barely held back a scream. Everything tasted like blood. A moment later, she slouched down, letting her head rest on an elbow. At least her head hurt less than it had, and the world was no longer wheeling around her. Thanks to Seele, probably. She looked languidly to the side. She was still there. And, a bit further on, so were the rest of their dungeoneering party. Good. At least they were staying together. She mumbled a quick "thank you, Seele," then gathered her strength and pushed herself up from the chair, stumbling a little bit as she rose to her full height. She stretched her arms, her face fixed in a frown. No more drinking. Not that much, at least. She couldn't be this nonfunctional in a game where things mattered. I need to get some different clothing on. The lining of her armor was soaked with sweat, and that really didn't help the uncomfortable Thorinn heat. She considered for a moment. What else do I have to wear? With a quick aside to Seele saying that she'd be back, she picked up her backpack and headed to the bathroom at the back of the tavern. She vaguely remembered being here a lot last night, and shifted uncomfortably before she doffed her armor and slid on whatever was the lightest clothing she had. It wasn't comfortable--nothing was right now--but at least it was less awkward to move around in. Awkwardly distributing her armor between her backpack and her hands enough that she could carry it somewhere--she didn't know where exactly, but she couldn't keep sleeping in this tavern--she walked back out to the main floor, dressed in a pale blue tunic made of something like linen over a pair of brown trousers and high leather boots. It weirded her out seeing herself in it; for most of Pariah, she'd only worn her armor. But Thorinn was so overpoweringly warm, she was sure if she'd kept wearing it she would have had a heat stroke. With the bits of her armor she couldn't fit into her backpack awkwardly balanced in her hands, she made her way out to the table, putting it down with a grunt. She felt oddly vulnerable outside of her metal shell. Giving Seele one last grateful look, she clomped her way over to the bar where Kalie sat, feeling kind of weird that she wasn't clanking as she walked. "Yo. Hell of a night, huh."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Just trying to figure out why… why Kazuki's magic didn't work." She'd had the same thought both he and Kazuki had. Of course she did. She was smart and that set her apart from many meathead players in Pariah. She went on to discuss her own theories and questions about why restorative magic didn't work like it did before. Benkei was surprised that she'd even gone to look into similar books his brother had also invested in. Smart was too imprecise a word to describe her. "You must think it's stupid of me to think like this…" The self-flaggelation wasn't uncommon for Benkei or his brother. They were Japanese, after all, and dishonor and shame were always on the tip of any serious parent's tongues. Especially theirs. "Stupid? No. Brilliant is a better word. It's something Kazuki and I have also been discussing. Why do we now feel actual sensations, like hunger, pain, and our actual senses. Why is everyone suddenly able to get drunk?" Benkei had a wild look in his eye as he pondered these existential questions. "It's like this world is a living system, but before the glitch we were only observers and casual manipulators of the world around us. Now after this glitch, we're a part of the system too. The rules that governed our magic don't apply anymore. At least, that's my theory. He looked around the room, nodding and glancing at those he knew. "How many players are still stuck in Pariah right now, I wonder. And of those players, how many of them have some useful skill or knowledge? I wonder how many players are in the medical field, or engineering field, or in a science field. We need to understand how this world works, but also we need to use the knowledge we have from the real world. If Pariah is a living system now, there are rules and laws. Laws for magic, but also laws for physics. Laws for biology. If we're going to survive in this place until they can get us out, we need to use everything we have access to." Maybe he sounded stupid. Or crazy.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- So much for things going smoothly. A small, tiny voice said that Kazuki should apologize. His initial assumption was completely biased and aside from an unpleasant comment before everything happened, he had no real reason for his words aside from a gut feeling. Nothing Graves said was wrong. Nothing he said was inaccurate. Well, this is probably what he got for trying to be social. He should have considered this a possibility, but he hadn't really thought Graves would get so emotionally defensive over someone not worth it. No, the best thing to do was to calm down. Apologizing was for the weak, but for the sake of unity, it was probably needed. At the last sentence, however, Kazuki's eyebrows shot up for a second before he narrowed his eyes, his eyes cold and every previous thought thrown out the window. He knew it. He knew he wasn't just being paranoid or hard on himself. He knew that this is what they'd pin on him. "I'll never forgive you." "Say it," Kazuki challenged Graves, ignoring Alja for a moment. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Raised voices. And now Graves was on his feet, looking like he was prepared to deck Kazuki. His brother. "Excuse me-" he said quickly to Sif, realizing he had to act fast. Right now everything he'd worked for was going up in smoke, and he had no idea why. Honestly, he didn't care why. Someone was being aggressive to his family, and there was no way in hell he was going to stand by and watch this. He felt a tremor in his hands. He forced it down. He had to force it down because right now Kazuki was in trouble and he wasn't going to be a coward. He wasn't going to collapse. "Hey!" His voice rose higher than he wanted as he approached Graves' flank. "The owners already said to keep things civil in here." His voice was less calm and more tinged with anger and venom. The fact that Graves of all people was pulling an aggressive card with his brothers-his brother-of all people was already out of the question. "You need to walk away and cool your head before you cause trouble for everyone." Benkei was serious. And not serious as he had been yesterday. This was a colder serious. The kind of attitude that followed with a thrown fist. He'd been in enough fights. Lost enough too. But he'd be goddamned if he let someone push his family around.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Even if Luci's been insufferable 'bout blaming us for somethin' outside our control.' Graves knew he didn't believe it. He knew he was only thinking it because Kazuki was being a massive asshole and Graves knew just where to stick the knife to hurt him- that was somethin' he'd learned at home too. He knew just how to hurt somebody bad enough for it to last. He'd been watching Kazu. He watched him during the fight, watched him afterwards. Watched him at the graveside. He'd been watching the man and he knew just how much the guilt weighed him down. It was a terrible burden he'd put on himself and it was one he didn't even deserve. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Kazu had pissed him off and he needed to be hurt. Graves got close. Close enough he could whisper it. Make it dig deep. "You could'a saved-" Somebody else cut in, interrupting him. Benkei, the boy who thought he'd be king. All it took was a glance- he looked as heated as Graves felt. Everything about how he was standing, how he was speaking, how his hands trembled just a little told him their auspicious leader was ready to explode the moment he had an excuse. He turned, facing the bigger of the two. "Civil." He practically spat the word. "I'on't know what you are to Kazuki, Kazum-something, but I'd step the fuck back n' let him take responsibility for the shit he says for once in his God damn life. He's gonna apologize, or yeah, we're gonna have a problem."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- He couldn't believe he let himself get so emotional. Fighting was stupid, arguing was stupid, but there he was getting all worked up. He was supposed to be banding together, not egging on a hothead who was coming at him prepared! But for the first time in a long time, Kazuki had to admit to himself that it hurt to hear. Graves didn't even have to finish the sentence--just hearing it out loud shook him. It was cathartic in the strangest way, he couldn't wrap his head around it. What the hell was wrong with him? Why would he want to hear that? It made everything so much worse, it made it so much more real than he wanted to be. Seeing Kazuma had snapped him back to reality, recognizing the situation. For fuck's sake, this was literally the opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. And once again, it was his fault. Kazuki moved between Kazuma and Graves, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder to stop him as he looked him in the eye, shaking his head. He knew he needed to properly explain himself, to get things back on track. Not that he thought there was a point--any hope of unity was shattered because of him. He had to at least try to salvage it. "Stop," Kazuki said, his voice a little louder than intended. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." In every possible way. Choosing to bite his tongue and feeling like it wasn't going to help anyway, Kazuki looked directly at Graves, having to resist the urge to look away. "I am sorry," He stated it clearly. "I spoke based on what little I know and a terrible first impression." And a bad second impression, and bad third impression...in an odd sense, he was right that that girl caused issues. Go figure. "This isn't what I--what we came here for," Kazuki made an effort to put things back on track. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei's eyes widened. His heart rushed. His fist clenched and he was ready to punch that smug fucking gaijin in his stupid jaw. Every word that followed out of Graves' stupid mouth just made Benkei's heart pound. In the corner of his eye, he spied a glass of ale. Every instinct said to smash it in this ugly fucker's face and- "Stop." Benkei stopped. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." No, that was wrong. What happened in that dungeon- "Enough Kazuki." Benkei looked around the room at the eyes focused on them. He met their cold gazes with the glare he'd done so well to define during his days yelling at shitty scrub players. "I don't know what the hell you two talked about to get so heated. And I don't care." Kazuki could have said the vilest shit and Benkei would have backed him up, even if he disagreed with it. Because he wasn't going to watch his brother get yelled at, spat on, talked down to. That was what he had to deal with. The fights, the broken noses, the black eyes, the bruised ribs. That was his normal. "What I do care about is your shitty insinuation that my brother caused Aaginim's death." Every word of that hurt. "If you want to start throwing blame around, you'd best remember who agreed to go into that dungeon. We're all to blame for going in there when everything felt off. Aaginim. Atlas. Enos. I killed them. You killed them. Every one of us killed them when we entered that fucking dungeon. Don't you dare imply that they're dead because of my brother. Because if you think you're high and mighty, remember that you would be dead before you even left the third room without him." What was Graves? Just another bigger guy. Just another person who fucking threw his weight about and beat up punks like himself. "And don't you dare fucking think I'm going to sit around and watch someone stand over my brother and threaten him. I don't care how strong you are or how big you think you are. If you have a problem with me or my family, we can take it somewhere else."</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele watched the tension in Kazuki…not 'unwind' per se, but more rewind, slackening in some places, tightening in others. He was a tangle of things, the poor boy, and most of them he kept shockingly well-hidden. Some, though, came out in his body-language—she swore at one point he was going to crush that innocent teacup in his hands—and others still were there in his voice, in the little tremors and sighs, the pauses and, of course, the things he said. She was used to meeting people who held others to impossible standards. Kazuki was evidently guilty of that as well, but he also expected that same impossibility from himself. For how well-composed he'd been through the glitch, she guessed he was no stranger to the strain that must have beset him with. They might have been trapped in a strange world, but that didn't mean they'd left all their problems behind. It was their minds inhabiting Pariah, after all. You couldn't escape your own mind. ... You just couldn't. ... "Then don't convince them," she said, and brightened again. "Show them. Maybe you can't take back what you said, but there's an important difference between unsaying something, and undoing it. Or just doing, maybe. For example—" Seele plucked up another piece of the pastry and popped it into her mouth, chewed—"Mmh!"—and then gestured to the plate. "I've just eaten another bit, and now there's hardly any left for you. I can't undo that, I'll just have to live with the guilt. I could say ' I'm sorry, Kazuki, for eating your very tasty pastry,' —even though I'm not really, it was very tasty—or I could do something about it instead. Like, say, buy you another to replace it, or maybe bake you one myself, if you aren't averse to eating poison. "Am I making sense? I think I'm just rambling, sorry—again. My point is, the forgiveness isn't nearly as important as just making things right."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Kazuki's gaze lingered on the now-empty plate, a childish thought popping in his head as he held back the urge to pout. There were four pieces, did she really have to eat three of them? She was a guest, yes, but it was usually agreed upon that when sharing treats it was always best to be fair with it. He had initially bought it this morning as a sort of comfort food and had originally planned to eat it later, but he didn't have much to offer once they got here, and green tea was always best eaten with sweets. In hindsight, he should have only served half of it--at least that way he would've been able to still have half when Seele decided to be greedy and set an example. Still, Seele had a point, even if he lamented the loss of the treat. At the end of the day it didn't matter how he felt or what he said as the one and only goal of his was to survive. If that meant swallowing his pride despite his firm belief that he's right and resisting the urge to say 'I told you so' if one of them died due to that girl, then he supposed so long as it didn't personally affect him or Kazuma he might be able to deal with it. His original point of 'strength in numbers' rang true, and unfortunately that meant beggars couldn't be choosers. Once he finished his tea, he placed the cup down and muttered a small thanks before giving Seele his full attention once again. "It makes sense," He finally replied, standing up and taking the empty plates and kettle in hand. "I guess the next step is finding Graves, then. If I can get him to be agreeable, then the rest are likely to follow." He left them in the sink for the moment, returning to Seele. Then again, Graves had left because he thought the group was a time bomb. He stared at Seele for a moment, his mind working on something before he finally let out a sigh. He couldn't believe he was referring so much to her--she was dangerous. Was she a therapist? Maybe a counselor? It wasn't until now that he noticed how much he had opened up, or at least as much as someone like him could manage. Well, at least she wasn't annoying about it. "But if an apology didn't work, then what counts as 'making things right'?" He ended up asking, giving her a half-shrug. "I'm still firm in my belief and there isn't much that'll change my mind. I also explained the reason behind my logic and it got him even angrier." --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Riverside- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "So come on, boss. Buck up, let's get back up to that tavern. You've got some people to keep alive." "There's just no arguing with you guys, is there?" Benkei sighed and shrugged, getting up. It didn't seem like he had a choice in the matter now; he was stuck with these guys. Not that it upset him; they'd worked together and stood by each other throughout that hellish dungeon and survived. They'd survive this as well. "Alright, let's go back." He and Alja made their way back to the tavern, with Benkei making sure to approach both Alex, Kalie, Sif and Siegfried. "I owe an apology to everyone, but I'll start with you two. I was not being a great leader by letting my emotions and my relationship with my brother pushed me to fight with Graves, and I owe him an apology if-" he sighed as Alja nudged him, "when he returns. If we're going to survive in this game, we're going to need to stick together and rely on each other. That means being honest and be open to sharing what we have with each other. So, I'll start by ripping this awful bandaid off: My name is Kazuma Hoshizawa, I'm 17 years old. The only real skills I have relate to the game, and I'll be honest, I don't do that great in school. My reputation in the game isn't that great. I've been a big jerk to a lot of players in the past, and I have to grow past that. But I promise I will drop the shitty kid act, and I'll do my best to treat everyone in this group with respect." It was a start, at least. He laid everything out in front of the remaining part of the group: complete strangers.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria The sound of somebody standing drew Artemis' attention, shaking her from the internal monologue of self-pity and doubt. Quickly she turned her attention on the figure standing and making his way towards her, drink in hand. His large build and the fact he so openly approached her told Artemis that he had recognized her, so she had to assume he was in the dungeon as well. There had been a man around his size in those tunnels, so she figured that this might be him. Though she couldn't really recall a name to place with the face. She watched him approach in silence, the grip of her fears catching any hint of a comment in her throat as she tried to figure out how to respond once he had addressed her. After all, there was no denying that she was his destination. Thankfully, he decided to save her the potential awkwardness and spoke first, allowing Artemis an extra few, precious moments to collect herself. A small color grew to her cheeks, as the girl realized how dreadfully awkward she must've looked just standing there. It was embarrassing, really, and she was glad that Mr. Not-A-Teddy-Bear had decided to approach, saving her from further embarrassment. Artemis reached out to gently accept the tankard in silence, giving him a single nod and appreciative little smile as she took a long drink from the mug. "Thank you." She began, a small tone being all that she felt confident enough to muster at the moment. "I doubt I'll be here long, I don't intend to overstay a welcome but... I needed to thank you all for what you did." She said, letting a small, sad smile appear on her lips for a few moments. "The morning and night were shitty, but... it's not like I have time to sit around crying about it." Artemis added, trying to force a small laugh and catching herself as the laugh very quickly threatened to change to something else. A small tear glistened in the corner of her eye at the same moment, betraying her inner turmoil. Her head snapped once more in the direction of the group, watching as another from the dungeon... Alja? Slammed her chair to the floor and walked away in a small ruckus. "A-ah. The boys fight like that sometime-..." She commented, cutting herself off as she realized what she said. A shakier, uneven voice heralded her correction. "f-fought..." She muttered, shaking her head once more as she tried to regain what little composure she had walked into this place with. Damnit! Hold your shit together! We're here to thank them, not earn pity!" Artemis chided herself mentally, annoyed by her complete lack of holding her internal pain where it should be, inside. With that small hint of irritation, Artemis focused even harder on reigning herself in, taking the moment to take another long pull of her drink and nearly finished it on her second go, which... she'd probably be regretting soon. "Still, it seems your group is in the middle of something... I'd had to be a burden on that discussion so..." She said, making to excuse herself from the situation. As she went to set down the tankard and leave, thinking that perhaps coming here might've been better at a later time, Artemis suddenly froze once more. Turning her attention back on Graves, she quickly spoke up once more. "Well, unless I can help with whatever's happening? A-as a way to thank you all for saving me." She asked, eyebrow-raising as she waited to hear his response. Wait, that's not your business? Why are you butting in? The girl asked herself, having thought for not even a second before stumbling across her answer. She didn't want to leave, not yet. Leaving meant she'd be alone...</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern -- City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Ah, Jesus, she's a wreck.' Graves struggled to keep his composure in the face of Artemis's grief. This was about as far out of his comfort zone as he could get. He briefly glanced over his shoulder, wishing he could delegate this to anybody else, but it proved fruitless. Everyone else was locked in heated argument about their next move. It wasn't exactly a flattering first impression for Artemis, even if it was accurate. They fought often and loudly, over things big and small alike. It irritated him to say the least. "Look, I'm..." He hesitated a moment before lifting a hand to the woman's shoulder, giving it an awkward pat and squeeze. Smooth, Graves. Real smooth. He turned to face her, eyes searching hers for a reaction as he spoke: "I'm gonna honest. It ain't easy to lose people, 'specially right in front of you. I've been there." Memories passed in the back of his mind, heavy as fog from the sea. Pressing on past it, he nodded his head back to the table. Alex had since joined them and Alja had stormed off in a huff to the bar. Maybe that signaled a break in the 'discussion.' He hoped so, for their new guest's sake. "Most'a them have, too. Nobody'll judge you for hurtin', n' if they do I'll punch 'em in the mouth. You got my word." "I'm not gonna make ya stay if ya don't want to. 'Ppreciate the thanks but it ain't necessary. It was, uh, the least we could do." That was the best he could manage. He let loose a breath he didn't know he was holding in, taking a step away from her to give her space to think. He hoped he hadn't been too blunt; conveying sympathy was harder than Seele made it look. Silence hung for the moment as Artemis considered her next move. It looked like she'd made up her mind as she set her now empty drink down and turned to leave, but something caused her to falter. Another freeze, like earlier. Indecision? A final word? No, a hook. Artemis tentatively put forward the idea that she could help with the current predicament. So she did want to stay; she just didn't want to feel like she was in the way. He understood that. Charity annoyed him too. "Yeah, sure. Could be we just need a fresh set of eyes on this thing to figure it out." Graves motioned for her to follow him as he turned, striding back toward the group. "This is the, uh, girl, I told you all about." He cleared his throat. "She's Artemis, and these are..." He started around the table. "Kazuki, Benkei, Alex, Seele. You already met Rael, Alja's the mammoth at the bar, n' I'm Graves. Oh, and those two are Sif and Siegfried- they're from a different guild, but they're cool. We were all knee-deep in a dungeon together when the world got fucked. Take whichever seat ya like."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei just sat there, in shock as talks broke down further and further, culminating in Alja's blow up, Seele's attempt at peacekeeping, and Kazuki's own additions to what they could do. Benkei at first thought about just leaving; going back to his brother's place and calling it a night then and there. What help would he be if he got goaded into arguing? What help would any of them be if they couldn't drop their egos at the door for one damn minute and talk before letting their emotions take over? Aaginim must have been wrong about him. How the hell could he be a leader when any time he tried to bring the group together they fractured even further apart? At least Graves had kept his cool, and no one fought with Alja over her outburst. Seele's quick response saved the day there. Maybe someone like her would have made a better leader. Her personality lent to healing others instead of breaking them apart. What did he know of healing? Or helping? Or doing anything useful? After all, he was the worthless son next to Kazuki. And even here, in this world that was supposed to be his expertise, it was Kazuki who was worth more again. He had money. He had property. He had skills that could help the group. What did Benkei have? Fishing? He couldn't even feed the whole group in a single day with that skill. Then the girl entered–Artemis–and Benkei immediately recognized the pain she carried. It was something each of them carried and tried to battle through or hide from ever since the glitch. Benkei tried to find the proper words to convey how he was sorry and that he understood but those words were lost to him. "I'm so sorry for what you've been through," he tried to piece together the words, "You're welcome here, with us. We've gone through a lot too." If there was one thing grief enjoyed, it was company. Still, this was no time or place to try and be a poor facsimile of a good leader like Aaginim. Benkei simply returned to his seat and started to clean the mess of maps and papers he'd worked so hard on.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- As Kazuki took the first still somewhat unsteady steps back towards the tavern, Alja overtook him with a few long strides, cutting off his path. She didn't know in exact detail what had been eating him the past few days—she hadn't been there—but from his reaction to Graves' furious words after the ill-fated raid, she could guess. She'd been down in the rat dungeon for long enough that she'd hoped it had scabbed over. Stupid, you should've known that was BS. She'd just been in denial. She'd been upset. She was scared, and so she'd lashed out, been selfish, ignored it. Of course it hadn't scabbed. It had stayed open beneath the surface and gone rancid. And the longer a wound like this festered—the longer the guilt crawled through him—the worse it would become. A flash of recognition as cold and quick as a knife passed through her, and she laid a hand on his thin shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. When she spoke, her voice—like her grip—was gentle but firm. "Kazuki, you need to stop." She heard something echo in the back of her mind, a half-remembered woman's voice that spoke along with hers, as she grabbed his second shoulder as well. "If you keep on like this, you are going to destroy yourself." Even as she said it, she already knew it wouldn't do a damn thing. She knew full well how futile it was to just...tell someone to stop feeling that crushing weight. It would be easier to dam the ocean. So instead, keeping her grip, she shoved him out to arm's length, voice still calm and level. "I'm not Seele, so I can't treat you like she would." And all the words in the whole bloody world couldn't do a thing for you right now. "But I also can't stand by and watch your tear yourself apart over what happened, because nothing down there was your fault. So here's what we're gonna do." She let go of his shoulders, crossing her arms. "We're all four gonna walk into the Mystic Prophecy guildhall together, like you damn well deserve. And if Luci—if anybody blames you for a god damn thing when we're in there, you leave it to me." She gave him a soft smile. "I'm not gonna let you run away from your problems and hide away from the world. You're stronger than that. You're better than that. So c'mon. I'm behind ya all the way."</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand. Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone. As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- It was easier said than done. Still, it wasn't like Alja was going to let Kazuki get away at this point. To her credit, her words were logical and along the lines of encouraging. He stared at Alja for a second, though he didn't respond, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets. This was the pain of having to interact with people, wasn't it? Now that he thought about it, on top of every other problem they were having, Kazuki wasn't used to being this...social. If one could call it that, anyway. He didn't say much of anything, more focused on sobering up as he resumed the walk wordlessly. He wasn't expecting much out of this little trip, though that was more his pragmatism speaking. If Prisillica managed to rally people, maybe, but as far as he was aware, Aaginim's death still had the place pretty grim. It would be nice if he was surprised, but he wouldn't hold his breath. And even in the slight chance where things could be moving, Luci was still an obstacle. His own involvement aside, he was certain she held resentment towards their entire group in general. --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kazuki was running away. Would it be right to just let him walk off, to avoid dealing with Mystic Prophecy? It would be easier than handling that sore wound that both brothers felt, after all. He knew Luci blamed Kazuki for Aag's death, but he also knew why they'd all done the dungeon in the first place. To test the waters. To see if Benkei was ready to join Mystic Prophecy. Kazuki wasn't the one who failed Aaginim. It was Benkei. It was his fault they were in that dungeon at the time. His single-minded desire to be the best led him down a path that good people died. And now when you died you never came back. "Ka-" Before he could even say anything, Alja burst onto the scene. Her words were better than anything he could force down, and he was thankful she'd come to join them as well. "Alja's right. We need to meet with Mystic Prophecy, and we all have to work together if we're going to survive." He wanted to bite his lip in frustration. Who was left in Mystic Prophecy now? "Let's go, everyone. There's no better time like the present, right?</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- "'M...fine, Raylll," Alja slurred out, surprising herself with just how indistinct her words were. Somethin's wrong. Somethin's wrong. Still, she tried not to let her concern show on her face, attempting to get up again before falling back down in a gross display of miscoordination. "'M jus'...dizzy for sum reason. Dunno why." She rubbed at her eyes aggressively, trying to will her vision back to clarity and somehow being surprised when it didn't work. She tried to stand again, and this time she managed to make it to her feet, supporting herself on the table and breathing deeply as a denizen came over, concern on her face. Alja waved her away, but removing one of her hands from her support table had the reasonably predictable outcome of her barely managing to stay on her feet. She turned to face Graves, frowning as she found it difficult to see his face clearly; it kept swimming in and out of focus. "'S gotta be...debuff or som'thin,' righ?'. 'M real dizzy..." she brought her hand up to her face, feeling the heat rushing through it as her normally fair skin was suffused a bright red by...whatever this was. She sat down again, grunting in mild irritation as the waitress continued hovering out of something like concern. And, it occurred to Alja, there was something she could use at the moment. She waved the waitress over and, voice still slurred, asked: "C'n you get me some water?" She nodded and scurried off, and Alja slumped back down, her eyes drawn as if magnetically to the blurry image of a tearfully happy Luci being congratulated by everyone in the bar, and Aaginim standing next to her. She looked on, the previously confused expression on her face replaced with what seemed like an almost comical melancholy. "Sh'd b'mm," she mumbled, her face lying sideways on the table and distorting her mouth to the point of incoherence. Then--for the first time in a long time--some of her IRL self leaked into Alja, and she pivoted her head until she was looking at Graves almost piteously. And in that moment, she looked almost as small as her real-world counterpart. "'M I gonna be okay, Graves?" Then the moment passed, and she slumped back into the table with a dizzy groan.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- An incredulous look crossed his face. It was something he had dismissed out of hand, but now that he was watching Alja talk and move up close, it seemed less and less outlandish by the moment. Drunk assholes were a familiar commodity 'round the gas station and his home alike. There were more than a few instances when one of his siblings would come stumbling into the living room, sloshed out of their mind- it looked a lot like Alja did now. Damned if it made any sense, though. "'M I gonna be okay, Graves?" He took her by the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. The irony of it wasn't lost on him. "You're gonna be just fine, pal. Nothin's been done to you, you're just..." He paused a moment. "I get the feelin' you don't drink too much IRL. This is that. Now, I'unno why you're feelin' it in here, but I think I've got a fix for it." With one hand he lifted up Alja's palm into his. With the other, he unsheathed just an inch of the greatsword hanging from his belt. Just enough that he could nick the tip of her finger. It was a cut he'd practiced a hundred times for diabetic strips, only piecing enough skin for a droplet of blood to slip out. 'Focus. Only pull out what's needed. Don't want her to hit me.' Graves turned his hand over, motioning toward the wound with a single finger. A tiny stream of oddly colored blood began to be coaxed out...</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex flashed a quick thumbs up at Kazuki after Benkei finished assigning their team's roles for the raid. "Looks like I'm gonna be your bodyguard, man." He felt like giving him a slap on the back, but they hadn't been well acquainted enough for Alex to do that, so he settled for the awkward gesture. Most of his raids had been done with the magic-heavy team compositions his brother's guild naturally produced, so it was reassuring to know his role was nothing out of the ordinary. On the contrary, the amount of tanks was galvanizing. Entering combat lacking tank support meant having to get good at not being swatted around. With teammates like his current ones, he'd be able to go all out with his arrows. He thought of all the movement and attack combinations he'd been taught in a similar fashion, with special attention given to the ones that were too risky to pull off without a distraction. Another ruckus in the hall snatched his attention, however. "Someone's getting engaged in-game?! You can do that?!" he exclaimed, eyebrows stretching towards their limit. People took online relationships on this game pretty seriously with all the immersion it gave players, so it wasn't completely unbelievable that someone would take it a step further. But still... proposing in some dumb hall before a raid of all things? "Hey, congratulations!" he said at last. It had been an odd thing to do, but it was still cute. His teammates, too, paused their actions to admire the sight in similar ways, with one reaction in particular startling him. "Huh, You all right there Kalie?" he asked. Her queenly veneer had slipped for a fraction of a moment in a way that was surprisingly endearing. No talk of darkness or shadows, just a simple appreciation. "It's good to take a break from roleplay every now and then you know," he said, suppressing a chuckle.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Sociopath. Bitch. Heartless. Alja was in her face. Screaming. But Rael couldn't hear her. Hanako couldn't. As she remained stone-faced as the woman criticized her for her comments in her head there was a lot more going on. "See, I told you they hate you." She heard. "Everything about you is rotten. How does it feel to have the real world be exactly the same as the virtual world? How's your escapism going to work?" She clenched her fists as a reflex as the numbness seemed to go away in seconds. She looked up at Alja and there was no cocky smirk or attitude. Just defiance. Her comments about bad blood made sense, but she had no interest in placating to a broken down child. Kalie was not all that much older than she was. Yet Alja didn't consider her own age. Her own experiences. Did she think she had seen bodies mangled and ripped apart before? That she experienced death in anything but a passing way? It wasn't her fault Kalie was weak. It wasn't her fault Alja was weak. Better to be seen as unfeeling and strong than emotive and weak. She went to say something but then someone else decided to interject. Clank! Dariel dropped the plate on the counter as he moved in a flash behind the larger woman who was the same height as he was. "That's enough." He said, as enhancement magic surged in his body and Alja was lifted off the ground before he put her down in a seat a few paces back. For Alja this would be a new experience in many ways, but also in that a NPC—a denizen had touched her. As she found herself seated he looked at her and pointed point blank between her eyes. "What do you think this is? The gladiatorial arena in Theremia? Have you lost your goddamn mind, girl?"</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele jerked back when Alja started awake. The woman still seemed terribly addled, but at least she was more…present now than she had been. Whatever things she had seen in the dark, Seele couldn't guess at, and frankly, was too afraid to. The lot of them had all likely suffered some kind of haunting or another over the night. Some of them, like Benkei, had begun suffering before they'd even left the dungeon, and it had not been an easy thing to watch. She thought back to how Kazuki had become almost manic when the tank collapsed—manic at least by the mellow standard she'd developed of him in their brief time together. With a little finagling, Seele managed to gather up the table's empty mugs and cups in her arms and bring them over to the counter. She would have gone back to clean up the little spillages left behind, but a sudden roaring made her skin jump. "Oi, Rael. Bitch." Oh no. No. Nope. Seele turned wide-eyed to find Alja towering over Rael. The smaller tank's fists were clenched, the look on her face was downright dirty. Tempers were boiling, but Seele felt a chill run down her spine. She all but scrambled over to them. … "That's—" "That's enough." Seele blinked, watching the barkeep use magic to dissolve the fight, though it seemed as though Alja had been backing off already, thankfully. Nevertheless, that sort of intervention from a denizen was, to Seele, unprecedented, and it was a good moment or two before she remembered herself. The fight seemed to be snuffed for now, good, but it still seemed like they were about to get themselves thrown out. "The man's right," Seele said, looking urgently between Alja and Rael. She tried to keep the sternness out of her voice, considering the barkeep was providing quite enough of it. Still, soft and sincere could often carry the same effect, if a bit more gently. "This is not the place, and it is certainly not the time to be at each other's throats. We need to be working together, which means that you both need to start behaving yourselves."</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex didn't understand why he was being offered a handkerchief at first, until he saw the state of his letter. Eh, it was still legible. He wiped the area around his chin in a hurry, the pang of embarrassment shaking him out of his current state. It was relieving that Kazuki had spoken that directly about wanting to form a team. Alex was thinking of a similar idea, but had gotten so distracted that he was beginning to settle for a partnership with a lower amount of people. Regardless of whatever route he thought was wisest, a healer like Kazuki was indispensable to a frailer player such as himself. "Banding together, huh. I like the sound of that," he said, tracing his jawline with the cloth. "Does that mean you're trying to band the entire raid party together? I drank a little," he paused and quirked his brows, "okay, more than a little, but even then I know that's gonna be tough to pull off." The way he saw it, the strong players that tended to be individualists were going to swallow their pride and seek out the strong guilds, who in turn were seeking them out too. A situation like that would probably end up with Alex falling back on his brother's guild, going back to selling light armor to make ends meet. The whole thing felt like crawling back to live in your parents' house after being unable to find a job. And Pariah was supposed to be an escape from the real world. "How're my two favorite fuck-ups doin' this fine mornin'?" Both the conversation and his thoughts were crashed by Graves, with all of the bravado he would expect from a person who had no idea their life was at stake. Did he really not care? Alex hadn't known the man well enough to think beyond a surface level, having mentally categorized Graves as "that tank guy who split dog people in half like they were avocados". "Kazuki's been planning something," he said, folding the note in one of his many pockets of his everyday wear. Now that there were real world consequences to creating clothing, his more utilitarian style of crafting was better suited in comparison to the flashier stuff it seemed like the rest of the playerbase was enamored with. It was a little moment of vindication he'd keep to himself. Kazuki was handling the conversation way better, anyways... but a detail did catch his attention. "The NPC talked like a player?" he asked. "I was in the drox hall earlier, and this girl there was acting kind of weird. Instead of just giving tips for newbies she started going on about the places factions were located. I mean, still totally useless info, but weird, man." Near him, what looked like an argument between the people he had raided with was brewing. "Crap," he groaned, reaching for another sip, "this just made our job a whole lot harder."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- He couldn't believe he let himself get so emotional. Fighting was stupid, arguing was stupid, but there he was getting all worked up. He was supposed to be banding together, not egging on a hothead who was coming at him prepared! But for the first time in a long time, Kazuki had to admit to himself that it hurt to hear. Graves didn't even have to finish the sentence--just hearing it out loud shook him. It was cathartic in the strangest way, he couldn't wrap his head around it. What the hell was wrong with him? Why would he want to hear that? It made everything so much worse, it made it so much more real than he wanted to be. Seeing Kazuma had snapped him back to reality, recognizing the situation. For fuck's sake, this was literally the opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. And once again, it was his fault. Kazuki moved between Kazuma and Graves, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder to stop him as he looked him in the eye, shaking his head. He knew he needed to properly explain himself, to get things back on track. Not that he thought there was a point--any hope of unity was shattered because of him. He had to at least try to salvage it. "Stop," Kazuki said, his voice a little louder than intended. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." In every possible way. Choosing to bite his tongue and feeling like it wasn't going to help anyway, Kazuki looked directly at Graves, having to resist the urge to look away. "I am sorry," He stated it clearly. "I spoke based on what little I know and a terrible first impression." And a bad second impression, and bad third impression...in an odd sense, he was right that that girl caused issues. Go figure. "This isn't what I--what we came here for," Kazuki made an effort to put things back on track. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei's eyes widened. His heart rushed. His fist clenched and he was ready to punch that smug fucking gaijin in his stupid jaw. Every word that followed out of Graves' stupid mouth just made Benkei's heart pound. In the corner of his eye, he spied a glass of ale. Every instinct said to smash it in this ugly fucker's face and- "Stop." Benkei stopped. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." No, that was wrong. What happened in that dungeon- "Enough Kazuki." Benkei looked around the room at the eyes focused on them. He met their cold gazes with the glare he'd done so well to define during his days yelling at shitty scrub players. "I don't know what the hell you two talked about to get so heated. And I don't care." Kazuki could have said the vilest shit and Benkei would have backed him up, even if he disagreed with it. Because he wasn't going to watch his brother get yelled at, spat on, talked down to. That was what he had to deal with. The fights, the broken noses, the black eyes, the bruised ribs. That was his normal. "What I do care about is your shitty insinuation that my brother caused Aaginim's death." Every word of that hurt. "If you want to start throwing blame around, you'd best remember who agreed to go into that dungeon. We're all to blame for going in there when everything felt off. Aaginim. Atlas. Enos. I killed them. You killed them. Every one of us killed them when we entered that fucking dungeon. Don't you dare imply that they're dead because of my brother. Because if you think you're high and mighty, remember that you would be dead before you even left the third room without him." What was Graves? Just another bigger guy. Just another person who fucking threw his weight about and beat up punks like himself. "And don't you dare fucking think I'm going to sit around and watch someone stand over my brother and threaten him. I don't care how strong you are or how big you think you are. If you have a problem with me or my family, we can take it somewhere else."</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- One by one the dominoes that composed the Laughing Worg fell around them, bringing more chaos with every successive crash of words. What Logan's brother had once told him rang in his mind again, about games bringing out the worst in people. This wasn't a game anymore, though, and Alex didn't want to think about the possible repercussions in a true fight between players. In a brazen moment spurred partly by alcohol, Alex stood up from the tavern and took a couple of steps back. "Woah, woah, woah. These aren't fights you can just have anymore." He gazed longingly at his spilled tankard and swallowed the irritation. If someone like... himself... had to be the voice of reason, he'd try his hardest. "Between all of our abilities, it's like all of us are carrying loaded guns at all times, all right? If you're gonna fight, keep it to words." He felt like that last bit hadn't been the best thing to say. He didn't like the idea of telling someone to be dishonest though, it'd just make him a hypocrite. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." Crud. Crap. Fuck. This wasn't good. This was not good. One of his arms clasped Kazuki's shoulder. From what little he could gather they had both lived very different lives, but Alex knew that question was roiling in his mind. The "what if" that led to a neverending downward spiral of regret and self-loathing. He wasn't going to just stand there and watch another person get dragged into that. "We... don't know how anything here works yet. No one, not even you. Anyone who tells you anything else is lying. We can't reach any answer now, and even if we did down the line? It would never change us not knowing now." It was a microcosm of his life philosophy, running and never looking back.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Kazuki wasn't entirely sure why he was so calm at the moment. He was so sure he was going to lose any and all his composure the second he had laid eyes on Luci, but even now as they awaited Graves, he was fine. Not perfect--he could feel his guilt already trying to climb up his throat--but he didn't want to leave. No, even that was a lie, he wished he could have turned right around, but he had a sneaking suspicion the umbrella toting witch would have just as easy dragging him back, if not outright had turned him back to face his fears. Seele was truly dangerous indeed, swaying him so. Still, as much as he would have liked to slip back into comfortable fears, an entirely new one had come out. What the hell was he supposed to actually say to Graves? Seele had suggested friendship, but was he even capable of giving such a thing? Would Graves be receptive? Would he get laughed at? It was more likely he'd just get chewed out or finally get that punch he had been anticipating anytime he spoke to him, but he had no idea. He figured at the very least that whatever he came up with should be direct and to the point with no excuses or attempts at flimsy reasoning. Now, if he could think of what he would actually say, that'd be amazing. Unfortunately, the Japanese man wasn't able to think of anything by the time Graves showed up. He was just going to have to improvise and hope it didn't come off as complete bullshit. He would have liked to think he could fall back on Seele if he messed up, but truthfully, he didn't feel it was wise to expect other people to clean up his messes. On the plus side, Graves didn't seem as angry, even if it was obvious he didn't look too happy to see him. Whatever, he wasn't exactly happy to be here of all places either, but if he could suck it up and be here, then he could talk to the guy. "Hello. I'm here to ask you to reconsider," Kazuki said as plainly as possible. "Things escalated quicker than expected and although I won't go making any excuses for my brother's actions, he isn't normally like...that." Actually, he was like that a lot according to his mother, but he wasn't about to backtrack right now. "Regardless of anything that was said in the tavern, this world is changing, and whether we want to admit it or not, separating like this isn't the best idea. At the very least everyone could come together for a plan or something." 'Or something'. Why couldn't he come up with anything better than that? Letting out a sigh, Kazuki nearly turned around but stopped himself from looking back at Seele even if he felt like he was floundering. Should he try to get sympathy? Maybe he could lie about something that sounds like him being vulnerable to elicit a reaction. No, that wasn't the way to go. But he couldn't leave things like that. Leave? Actually, he did think of something that could tip the conversation in his favor. "At the very least return for their sake--for Alex, for Alja, and everyone else. If you really can't stand the sight of me, then I'll go my own way if it would get you to help them," He offered. "They're in need of someone of your skill to look out for them." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Whoever hacked the system is breaking everything down. I just don't understand why or how." That was the question. In a system like Pariah, how did one go about hacking a system that most tech nerds still didn't understand. The idea of connecting unconscious minds, and connecting them to a server of sorts that held a shared dream had always rubbed Benkei the wrong way. How was the dream created? How did it remain stable? "Everything about this smells bad." Benkei added. It was enough to make him paranoid. After the events in the dungeon, he'd not slept well. He'd tossed and turned, his technical mind needed to understand what was going on, but everything was so beyond his understanding. He hated feeling like this, feeling completely disconnected and unaware. A victim of the whims of fate of the world. "How does anyone go about hacking a dream?" That's where his thoughts focused: how do you hack a dream. And if that was impossible, then how did the world get hacked? Either this wasn't truly a dream, or this wasn't a hack.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- As the wayfarers discussed the new behavior exhibited by the denizens, Alex's mind crackled with new ideas, none of them constructive. It was as if he was subconsciously in some stage of denial, one in which he refused to come to terms with the gravity of their situation. He thought back to the "tech demo" theory of his he'd shared back when they had no idea what was happening. What if it was one? Their reactions could have been recorded somehow, as part of some messed up way to advertise how believable their new update was. It could've been like one of those prank shows where a camera crew would pop out at the last possible second to inform they had all been tricked. Tempting to believe. But no, it wasn't the truth. He wanted to sigh loudly, slap his arms on the table, do something to get the frustration out of him. But a strange new inhibition gripped at him. This was basically the real world now, so doing something like that would have been rude. It was a weird new feeling. "Could've just been the game not working," he interjected, his voice not matching the more hushed tones the rest had started with. If a lifetime of growing up around people who were obsessed with videogames had taught him anything, it was that the only thing they loved more than videogames was complaining about them. Deadlines, microtransactions, botched sequels, rushed ports, he was vaguely aware of all of the ways a complex thing made of thousands of tiny lines of code could keel over and explode. He wanted to avoid speaking out due to his inexperience with technology, but the idea seemed too obvious not to blurt out. "Games take years to make, and even after all they go through there's still glitches or whatever. Who's to say this isn't one? This game's a lot more ambitious than a regular one too." He avoided eye contact with the denizens. He wasn't sure if it was rude or not, but he reasoned he'd find it uncomfortable if the people he was making pancakes for were questioning his existence.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse -- Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Gonna be honest, didn't expect to see ya so soon." He stood stiff as a board just a couple feet out of the doorway, gaze flickering between all three of them. Soaking in their expressions, trying and failing to read them. Kazuki was awkward, distant- it was difficult to tell if he was cold or just struggled to show emotion. It was like Graves was trying to connect with a brick wall, or a lawyer. Seele and Rael were both silent; waiting for the conclusion to today's soap opera drama. Frustration made his muscles spasm, tense. Something about the Glitch had heightened everything, and it was overwhelming, even in a situation as low stakes as this. "I ain't mad at Ben. Guy's just...stickin' up for family. Get that." Every fist he'd ever thrown to protect Will when he didn't deserve it flashed through Andrew's mind. He shared Kazuki's sigh. "N' I get what you're sayin', too. Only reason we got as far as we did is 'cause we..." he paused, looking over his shoulder to Rael, "...had each other's backs." After a beat had passed Graves crossed the room in just a few, long steps. He stopped only a few feet from the bard, looking him in the eye. Searching them. They swam with an enigmatic grace that his insight couldn't penetrate. "You might annoy the shit out of me, n' I might still wanna kick your ass from time to time, but when I said I wanted everyone in," a hand moved up, grasping Kauzki's shoulder, "that included you." "I said some things to you earlier that I didn't really mean. I can be, uh, difficult, sometimes. N' for that I wanted to say I'm-" The word caught in a lump in his throat, like a frog refusing to be vomited up. It wasn't something he wanted to get in the habit of saying, but it felt like one'a those few times where it might be justified. "-I'm sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Kazuki didn't expect to be here this soon, so they were both surprised. He'd be lying if he said he didn't already map out a few plans of escape the second he stepped in, but that wasn't the point. As Graves explained his understanding of Kazuma's actions, he wondered if he was just paying lip service or if there was something more to it. Maybe he could relate to it, considering how much Kazu would throw himself into fights it wouldn't be surprising to learn Graves was the same way. Still, as he spoke, Kazuki was reminded of why he wanted the guy on his side earlier. At the mention of Kazuki being included, that much actually surprised him, even if he didn't show it much. At the last part, however, he had to bite his tongue. As much as he wanted to insist it was earned--not a stretch considering he literally asked for it--he held back. What was important was getting everyone together and getting an actual plan of attack together, so it speak. Even if he figured he wouldn't be of much help, the very minimum he could do was shut up and go along. The conversation he had with Seele rang in his head; following her advice was probably best. Giving Graves a nod in understanding, he looked towards Rael, also remembering something. For now, he'd put it aside. "I'm also sorry. I was...selfish in the moment," He'd admit that much at least. As silence fell, he felt like he was supposed to say something else, but he was honestly clueless as to what else he could say. Looking back at Seele for a little help, he cleared his throat. "But...let bygones be bygones," He mumbled, a little embarrassed as he hastily thought of another conversation topic to avoid prolonging the awkwardness. "Though, if I can ask, what are you doing here? I can't imagine the members too happy to see any of us." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse -- Thorinn, Aetheria --- His hand dropped from Kazuki's shoulder after the moment was over, and Graves gave a single clap, motioning as if he were wiping his hands after a day's work was done. It certainly felt that way, despite only waking up a little while ago to meet the day. There was still a great deal of sunlight left, and he hadn't the foggiest idea what they were going to do with it. Everyone talked of meeting up to make plans, figuring out how they'd survive this thing together, but thus far nobody actually seemed to have one. A question as to why they'd come dragged Graves back to the moment. Rubbing the back of his head, he thought over how best to answer. "Figure after everything that happened they'd need a little help. Yesterday ain't somethin' you can just shrug off, even for tough sonsabitches like them. So I- we- offered to take some chores off their hands so they can focus on, y'know...grieving and processing and shit, I dunno." He shrugged, flustered with every word he rambled out. It was hard to put it into words because he hadn't really logic'd it all out in his head or anything like that. There was just a certain pang in his chest and he'd followed it up to their front door, and everything kind of slid into place on its own. That was how he'd done most things. Not a lot of thinking, contemplating; just chasing intuitions and emotions wherever they led him. "Did you two see Luci? Thought I heard her voice, earlier. Did she look alright?"</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex trailed behind Alja, lagging behind as he ruminated on her ideas. He expected his guesswork was going to be completely off the mark. Still, it was a bummer to have been shot down so fast. She was right, there were just too many bizarre things happening all at once in order for this to have been some glitch. Glitches were like... going through a wall, some weapon not working, individual things that were self-contained like that. He hated to think about this like some sort of conspiracy theorist, but such a complicated series of events triggering made a lot more sense if it was intentional, the more he thought about it. He took a seat near the others with none of the neat and awkward behavior he'd shown when they first met. Instead, he alternated between being splayed out to bouncing a leg whenever an interesting suggestion would come up. He wasn't familiar with the intricacies of dreaming, rather it was the possible chance at getting answers that perked him up. "Well..." he started, All we can do now is survive. He stopped before the words left his mouth. They weren't developers or moderators or anyone with any power above being just another player. Their insights, at the end of the day, weren't going to differ much, both among themselves and every other wayfarer they would cross paths with. It felt wrong to give in so quickly, however. His newfound courage wouldn't allow it. "There's gotta be some people who worked on this game logged on. There just has be. People like that one guy who gave alerts when this first started knew about this before we did," he paused for a moment, as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as everyone else, "They could help us out."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei watched as others left the tavern, one after another, and suddenly felt very alone. Sure there were other wayfarers, other denizens, and such clamoring about, but Benkei was worried. There was a sense of dread filling the air, the stress and fear at the question no one wanted to ask: When were they going home? When would they hear from the moderators? Were they being left behind? Benkei sighed and stood up, gathering his things. He noticed Sif sitting alone, Sig must have still run off, and he walked over to her. "Hey," he said to her, "Do you want to get out of here for a little bit? I think if I sit around here anymore, I'll either go insane or explode from Dariel's flat cakes. I need to check with the blacksmith about fixing some of my armor, and I wouldn't mind the company."</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie's look on her face was white as a ghost from how bone-chilling that scream was. She shivered up and down from what that scream meant, and it terrified her slightly. It didn't take long for Kalie to notice the tunnel Graves went down as he sprinted ahead of them. She didn't have much time to think of any plan because if she thought about it, whoever screamed that way would probably be killed by their lack of action. ' Oh god damn that's utterly terrifying.' Kalie thought with a look of slight terror on her face. It didn't take long for Kalie to follow Graves since he was running ahead of the group. She was making sure while running behind Graves not to trip and keeping up with him. Kalie would try to support her group with her dark sight vision done this tunnel and all the other objects of choice. Also, she put her Scythe back on her back to avoid losing it by dropping it, and that would be stupid. It would be a bad idea to be without your weapon and being surrounded by rats that want to eat you. Thankfully, she focused enough not to make a stupid mistake like that, but it would be bad nonetheless. Kalie didn't want to interrupt Graves searching for the human that screamed by his specific talent for blood. If anything, it's one reason she stayed away from him when it was a game since he would have tracked her to the ends of the game world. ' Hopefully, he can find a human that screamed with what he usually does. No matter, I will be ready to use my Scythe to help if they need it.' Kalie thought to herself. She tried to develop a small plan to use her Scythe but other than wielding it regularly without its spells. The Labyrinth of a maze was hell on Kalie's legs since she's now running instead of walking. She had hoped they would find that person who screamed that bone-chilling scream. As long as she's with Graves, Rael, and Alja, they will get out of this Labyrinth of a maze sewer and deal with the rat's nest. It is to get the reward at the end of the tunnel, talk to Kazuma again, and tell him that she changed her mind about the decision she made previously. Kalie kept her eyes peeled for any different types of bodies compared to all the dire rat corpses. She was thinking about all the things she would do after getting done with this sewer, and explicitly taking a bath would be good. It causes Kalie to think of smells that were much more pleasant than what she has to deal with right now. ' Ugh, I would rather smell flowers than this sewer anymore.' Kalie thought to look of disgust on her face besides what is going on outside. In contrast, to her thought patterns of the yucky sewer, she tried to stay focused on Graves and the others behind her.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "...so since texting isn't a thing we're gonna have to do a lot of... what was that called?" Alex's features froze, a look that combined disgust with the expression people made just as something was about to collide with their face. "Networking. Eugh." It concerned him with how automatic of a process it had been to tolerate Thorinn's newfound dreadful atmosphere. Not adapt or thrive, but tolerate. He chalked it up to having come out of a mortal situation covered head to toe in most available bodily fluids. The old Alex that found crowds of people annoying was no longer present, instead replaced by a more weathered man that found relief in strolling past bustling streets towards his destination. "Is it weird if sewers don't sound that bad to me anymore? I got covered in blood back in the dungeon and that was probably worse than, uh, whatever you'd call the stuff down there. The monsters are easier too." Then again, it was hard to accurately rank preferences now that the entire game had changed. "Oh, but smells are one-hundred percent in game now." Their slower pace hadn't just been as a result of the increased foot traffic. For Alex at least, his surroundings carried a newfound sense of weight to them. Thorinn's many houses and establishments didn't feel like expensive props anymore, but actual buildings with owners and histories. Every road and signpost and stall felt the same way. It ocurred to him how little he knew of this city-state in comparison to a real world location, and how he'd have to make an active effort to start memorizing names to get around. These thoughts and more flashed sporadically in his brain as they walked along. He'd usually try and fail to keep them to himself, but he figured Seele would understand. She seemed like the type, those people who were good with other people, the ones that were a godsend for awkward guys like him."I've gone through here so many times, but now it keeps feeling like the first. It's hard to explain. Like this place isn't just one giant toy anymore." The same oddly specific look spread across his face again. "Hmm."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The fight was over before it'd even begin, torn apart by a pillar of frozen death. A burst of healing energy from one'a the chumps they'd rescued ran through Graves' shoulder: bones were set, tendons reattached, skin stretched and scarred over. And the pain dulled in a wave of foreign adrenaline. Over too quickly. No time to savor. Irritation. "Couldn't start with that?" Graves grumbled to Alja as she went to check on the lowbies. He regretted his tone even as he said it. Fate would deem it the last thing he'd say to her. A rumbling like the growl of a giant filled the tunnels. It may have started distant, quiet, but it grew cacophonous in just a matter of seconds. Somebody was shouting but their voice was lost in the storm of onrushing water. No time to get out of the way. No time to haul ass to one of the side tunnels. Just long enough to stare ahead and wonder where it would sweep him away. He'd drown, right? Drown in shit water and wake up in his shitty apartment just long enough to go brain dead? It was kind of a hilarious image... in a macabre, terrifying sorta way. Take in one last breath. Turn bad shoulder into the water- already fucked anyway. Shut eyes, tuck chin to chest. All he had time to do before he felt it slam into him. Water moving that fast was less like a liquid and closer to a concrete wall. It knocked all the air out of his lungs in an instant. His shoulder dislocated again. Feet left the ground, and he was spinning. Dragged backward for several seconds before he felt his weight jerked downward by something else- gravity. Free fall into the unknown. A disgusting rush of sewer water filled his mouth just as everything went black.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Alja opened her mouth to throw a snarky remark back at Graves for his criticism of the way she'd handled the fight—some of us are trying not to use too much magic so we don't burn ourselves out, vampire boy, or something like that—but...no time. There was no time. The sound began as a distant gurgle, but swiftly filled her ears, and she only recognized a moment before she saw it what it was. Shit. She estimated she only had a few seconds before the water hit her. Really, she was lucky she was taking care of the newbies; it put her much farther from the looming tide. It had already swept past Rael and Graves, carrying them towards her all too quickly. She had no time to grab them before the water would be on her as well. So instead, she grabbed the hands of two of the lowbies, running as fast as she could towards the precipice and hoping the rest would follow her. Stomping her foot one last time, she accreted a narrow platform of ice beneath the drop-off, where with any luck the fast-moving water wouldn't strike with full force, and nearly tossed Yasmin and the white haired girl at it. "GO!" With any luck, they'd get down there in time, and with any luck, it'd hold. That done, she turned back to the wall of water now only feet from her. No time for anything else. Unless... She couldn't see Rael through the swampy, shitty water, but there was Graves, careening towards her. He'd been knocked head over ass, and she sucked in a breath. He'd have a hard landing. But she... She poised herself on the edge and sucked in a final deep breath, everything in her screaming to not do what she was about to do. Then, as Graves was hurled past her, she threw herself at him, locking him in her armored embrace as they fell towards the water beneath. She hoped for just a moment that he was conscious, or if not, that he regained consciousness soon. And then, as she plummeted towards the water, she breathed in. And she Stood Firm. Her vision flickered into shades of gray and her eyes followed suit, burning with a terrible monochrome light. She turned her head—the limit of the movement that Stand Firm permitted—and counted the seconds down until she hit the water. With any luck, she'd absorb enough of the impact for Graves to walk it off. Looked like there was a ramp at the edge there that she could haul him out from. Least one thing was going right. If it had just been a cistern with no edge, she probably would've been sunk. Figuratively and literally. 3... 2... 1... She closed her eyes. Zero. The sound of the impact was tremendous as she shattered the surface of the water. Her Stand Firm broke, and she gagged as the cascade of shit-water pummeled her into the lake, squirming into her mouth and filling it with the taste of sewage. She screwed her eyes shut tighter as she forced herself to move forwards with Graves still gripped tightly to her chest, blindly kicking even as she sank deeper. Her lungs began to feel the pressure, and there was nothing beneath her still as her armor dragged her down into the filthy pool. Then the arms that wrapped Graves—still limp, and Alja feared the worst—bumped into something. There! Slogging through the sewer water, she hauled herself up the broad ramp one agonizing step at a time until she placed Graves (unconscious for sure) on his back on the relatively safe stone next to the pool, fighting the urge to collapse as she checked him, tilting back his head and neck. A thin stream of rancid water leaked from his mouth. Oh thank God. He's breathing. She sat heavily next to him, thankful that she wouldn't need to give emergency breaths to Graves of all people. That sounded embarrassing for both of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Drox Fraternity House - The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex gave a stiff wave to the wayfarer ahead of him, only to realize the greeting had been meant for Seele. It hadn't been the first time this happened. With his tongue nervously clamped between his teeth, he hoped no one noticed again. He'd done a decent enough job at making an impression on the rest of the wayfarers and denizens, so it didn't bother him after the fact. He was the sort of person people approached for idle chatter and a pleasant evening rather than any serious advice or consolation, so he didn't have much experience with the members of their faction that wore the more concerning expressions on their face. He followed Seele toward the attendant, taking in the sea of yawns, bad posture, and unkempt clothing. As he saw tired faces on some of the more particularly imposing wayfarers, his quip about bad habits rang in his mind. These were now human beings with human flaws, not only failing to keep themselves presentable or sleep properly but having to deal with circumstances that threatened both of those things on a daily basis. He couldn't feel anything but sympathy for them. "Good morning!" said Alex. His voice trailed behind hers, focus diverted to a particularly nasty tear in some woman's cape. He'd no doubt be end up doing repairs again in the event their workload didn't involve any travel.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" Rael gave a clever little retort just before walking away. She was good at deflecting. Good at hiding what was going on inside that thick skull of hers. It made Graves' blood boil. He could spill his guts to her and it could wash off her back like nothing at all. What was he supposed to get out of that? How was he supposed to interpret it? Maybe he hadn't expressed himself well. Maybe he didn't know how to turn the mayhem in his mind into words others could understand. What he'd actually said was almost cruel in its incoherence. Aggressive, contradictory, more a vomit of raw emotion than a conversation starter. But he meant it. He meant it, even if he didn't know how to say what he meant. 'Like you really know what you were even gettin' at,' he sneered. All he'd accomplished was pulling her closer with one hand while pushing her away with the other. It was like he'd forgotten how to be sincere. Like he'd woken up from a years long, narcissism-fueled haze that had stripped him of all memory of how to be a decent human being. Things were easier when he was on his own. Life was simple. Hard, perhaps, yet uncomplicated. Then he met seven idiots in a video game and everything went to hell. Graves had hoped things would be easier after that first week's...events...were behind them. They knew he cared about them, right? Maybe he hadn't said it to all of them, but he shouldn't have to. Not to her. Did his actions not make it clear enough? "Fine," Graves drew Alja's knife from his belt and started toward the tunnel entrance, desperate for some way to blow off steam. "Let's go kill ourselves more rats."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Despite the unproductive conversation, Kazuki decided he would take a little time to better organize his thoughts. He hadn't considered the impact on the environment the players would have, let alone the fact that the world would start to push back against them. It was a problem that was only going to escalate the more time went on. He almost regretted his vote, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his first instinct was to shove that thought deep down--he was too much of a coward to properly address that at the moment. Placing down the box of supplies, he let out a long sigh. It didn't look like Kazuma had come back just yet, though he might've been worried if he had locked himself in his room again. Wait a minute, if he was receiving the notice here, what about his other homes? He couldn't speak for any of them except for the one he loaned out to Hammer, but he figured she was kind enough to take care of it until he could show up over there. Most of his wealth was over there, too, now that he thought about it. All he needed to do was pay...whatever they wanted him to pay here to secure his home here and he could pay Hammer back since he had been planning on compensating her. Unfortunately, he would have to consider his other homes a loss. They were all furnished, but he only made one Grand Piano here and that was easily the most valuable item he made. Now that he thought about it, what was he going to do about income? He mostly performed for tips, but if the NPCs were negative about adventurers, then that money was probably going to dwindle. He did have a good amount here, but until he got back out there, he knew it wouldn't last more than a few months if he supported everyone, maybe more if he really started to pinch yen. He could definitely go back to crafting, but without Hammer's guild, he was probably going to have to start from the bottom. Staring down at the potions with contempt, Kazuki rolled his eyes. "This is actually stressing me out," He grumbled, his hand shaking his hair as he tried to get his thoughts together. No, this was something he was going to have to speak to everyone about at some point. He set about putting everything in place, stowing the box away just in case. The extra potions would eventually come in handy if he would stop being such a coward. Stepping out of his home, he made sure to lock the door before looking around, trying to decide where to go. He supposed he may as well try to find someone. --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Drox Fraternity House - The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The pipe smoke trailed as lazy ribbons a mere head's length from Alex, and he made a conscious effort to ignore both them and the odd team name Taasha had puffed out. She had been a hard woman to read, communicating entirely through her words rather than a face so calm and pale it was corpselike. As she spoke it ocurred to Alex just how appropriate for the job an unaffected demeanor like that was. Hostile breakdowns, investigations, words that felt at home wrapped around dark smoke all permeated the air with dread. It was the sort of talk you'd hear on the news or a gruesome television show, now accompanied by a pipe instead of a cigarette. Thinking on the events from a different perspective, the confusion and disorder seemed to be a breeding ground for situations like this. He refused to say it out loud, but it seemed like things were only going to escalate from here on. "Too much noise," he grumbled. The collective outburst of wayfarers had established a ever present fog that no previous investigator had been able to cut through. The kind that he struggled with even before the phrase Pariah Online had become a regular part of his lexicon, now amplified. One on one interviews would probably be worthless in a situation like this. They'd need some way to cover more ground, make bigger connections. He let Seele gather the most useful of the papers before thumbing through and keeping a couple to himself. He focused on the initial insights, the kinds of thoughts investigators had jotted down before developing the tunnel vision that probably kept them from drawing any larger conclusions. Or at least, it was what he theorized. "Mmph," he said, agreeing with Seele's compliments. "This is all good stuff. I think I'm getting some ideas already." He ventured a gaze into Taasha's eyes, only to be met with unmoving amber suns that drilled holes into his skull. He turned away reflexively. Baby steps. "Extra hands, perfect. I think I know how we can take this on."</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie was outside of the Wayfarer's Retreat, watching people entering it, remembering that she should actually go into it. It is mostly because she is apart of the raid group to the dungeon that opened outside of the city. She didn't like announcing her presence to many people since it's better to be quiet and stealthy, like what she usually does. Therefore, she gently opens the doors to the Wayfarer's Retreat, and it always amazes her this place kind of looks ran down and needed a bit of a renovation. ' Hopefully, that Giantess isn't here yet...' Kalie thought to herself, without scanning around the room. She scanned around the room and noticed the Giantess herself sitting at a table near the smug bitch of a tank and deeply sighed in annoyance. Her hope was dashed instantly, but everyone has their chance in the sun. She did see others who didn't enjoy entering the Wayfarer's Retreat because of her infamy in the Pariah Online. All she did was wave to everyone in the place and quietly walked to the table with Alja and Rael. "Aha, what a pleasant surprise to see you two, healthy. How long has it been since we've been together in a raid or spoken to each other?" Obviously, her snobbish noble act was leaking throughout her words. Her ignorance was bleeding through, or it could be something more. She took the third seat out of four at the table and looked a bit at Alja with a, please don't look on her face. However, she did know who did contact her with a proposal; it was the bastard Aaginim. " A helpful guy, it seems Aaginim is. I couldn't refuse the call since how am I able to get what I want to create the finest clothes or leather armor… Ugh, everyone has their price for something." In her voice, she didn't see eye to eye with Aaginim, but it's better than sitting still and doing nothing. Kalie then remembered she hadn't reintroduced herself if they were going off following her outright roleplay as a kind of a snobby bitch of a noble. " Always a virtue is saying your name, my name is Kalie Augustine, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." It was one thing she likes to do even though the rowdy one was here and loud and annoying, as usual. She has other goals in mind, but some other type of fun can always be done. " Oh yeah, I should really get a drink, Waitress can I have what everyone else is having?" She asked nicely towards one of the waitresses walking around in Wayfarer's Retreat. It wouldn't be a good idea not to have something to drink. ' I do hope, Alja doesn't touch me because it would tick me off a bit.' She thought in her head while staring up at the ceiling slightly. It always annoys her that Alja is so physically touchy, so she decided to do her patented smile. The smile was a bit more sinister than usual. Kalie wondered how the two would react to it, probably each with different reactions.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex had been something of an outlier in his brother's guild ever since the start of his adventures in Pariah. Logan and co. were actual gamers, with years and even decades of experience under their belts. Alex was sure they'd already been acquainted with this world more than the real one, geography and history and women and all. Their little PvE guild had taken Alex in as an auxiliary member under his brother's request, and he could tell he was starting to overstay his welcome. But no more. This mysterious dungeon would be his rite of passage, the proof that he was finally able to stand on his own two feet. Even as he took tense steps towards the faction hall, fantasies of finally earning everyone's respect ran through his mind. This little stint would be a secret to them until he got out of that dungeon a changed man. His arms stretched outwards, and he gently opened the door to the retreat as he beamed with joy. His hands, adorned with beautiful gauntlets matching his elegant archer's attire, made sure to gingerly close the door behind him so as to make a wonderful first impression. And then he saw the other wayfarers. Muscles. Big, bulging, scary muscles. Weapons a size men couldn't- and shouldn't have been able to wield, weighing more than Alex did. Tankards of beer being raised to hardened faces. Even the ones that weren't ginormous carried an identical level of swagger, with some intimidating facial expression or bizarre weapon on their person. Conversations were happening, not very pleasant ones if their tones were anything to go by. A nerve-wracking sight, definitely. But he was dead set on doing this. "Uh... hey guys! We're all here for the raid thing right?" He asked, getting close to the surprisingly large group with a hop to his step. He pulled his chair out slowly, so as to not damage the floor by scraping it harshly, and sat with a grin on his face.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- This was quite a gathering. Seele was used to large groups. Plenty of the raids she'd participated in were full-house clears, and she'd spent a considerable amount of time around strangers, who had only really remained strangers as long as it took them to get acquainted. Still, this wasn't her normal gig. Seele had never trailblazed new content before. Sure, she'd never been far behind, but arriving on day one to raid alongside seasoned veterans was out of her normal wheelhouse. In a way though, it was at least a bit familiar. None of them were new, but in the same way, none of them had ever encountered this dungeon before. Progression raiding was different, but perhaps it could still be exciting. With graceful steps, Seele entered the Wayfarer's Retreat and surveilled the players present. Sure enough, she didn't recognize a single one, at least from personal experience. Plenty of them she'd seen plastered on various leaderboards for all sorts of content, both PvE and—she shuddered—PvP, but as best she could recall, Seele had never partied up with any of them. Good, she thought happily. New faces. New friends. In the back of her mind she had doubts, still, about coming to something like this. She wasn't normally welcome at new content, especially brand new content, and it unsettled her a bit. Already she could hear the complaints. "Where's your off-damage?" "Wait she doesn't even have any healing spells!" Bro if this chick doesn't start actually playing she's getting kicked." No, no. No. She was being pessimistic. Seele was more than capable of contributing to this raid, and that aside, there were likely plenty of healers as well. This was going to go just fine, and if it didn't, she was sure they'd get it eventually. Not far away, a few of those distantly-familiar faces were converging. She recognized a couple of them as tanks—with somewhat unsavory reputations, she thought, but oh well. Others she didn't know at all, but they were quickly making themselves memorable. One titan of a woman was making a show of drinking and cajoling with the red-headed girl. With them was another girl who seemed to be something of a chatterbox. That was nice, Seele loved listening to people talk. All of the wayfarers here probably had mountains of stories to tell, and were she a woman with less self-control, she might have just gone around asking after all of them. Mi...ssy... But there would be time for that later, maybe even in the dungeon itself. Perhaps they'd be split into smaller groups, which would certainly make getting to know her team easier. For the moment though, she took a seat at a longer table and set down a small woven box atop it. From within she pulled a small stack of sandwiches, along with a little hand-drawn sign that said: "Lesser feasts! All it costs is a smile!" The buffs her food offered would be negligibly-minor, and might not last very long into the dungeon if they didn't depart soon, but she liked to offer them anyway. Food could taste just as good inside Pariah as it did outside, and while Missy herself wasn't much of a cook, Seele…well, alright, Seele had bought most of the recipes from low-level vendors, but darned if she hadn't put the sandwiches together herself.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] The strum of the lute came naturally to Kazuki, the hum on his lips leading to a quaint melody. It was a small song and dance, but one that had drawn in the attention of nearly everyone on the road. In hindsight, perhaps he should have had more appropriate clothing, but as always it was less about what he looked like and more about the results. It was an old folk song, one of the first he had ever learned to play, but the difference between strumming keys and strumming strings were two completely different experiences. That said, the result was the same: music. At the last note, there was a polite applause from the few that had stuck around to watch, finishing up as Kazuki came up from his bow. The sound of a few coins (or whatever the currency was called, he always forgot) entering his inventory nearly muted the tone indicating he had a message and took a second to fiddle around with the console. Whoops, he had definitely lost track of time. If it was up to him, he'd use all of his free time to perform--there was nothing like piecing together notes to pass the hours--but unfortunately the main focus of the game was dungeons and battle, which meant that he was usually dragged along whenever his brother called for him. After mistakenly striking up a conversation with a nonplayer character and ending up at the wrong place, Kazuki had done as Benkei suggested and actually followed the waypoint. He was surprised to see a lot of people gathered already, openly looking around as he walked through the place. Was everyone here for the...what were they going to do? Explore? Scouting. Something, who knows. Eventually the familiar face stood out from the crowd, and Kazuki openly approached him. "I'm here," Kazuki said as he tapped Benkei's shoulder, taking a look around. "It looks like I'm in time for...what are we doing here again?" </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The way behind them shut with a thunderous crack, causing Graves to jump. He glanced over his shoulder quickly. 'Hope nobody caught that.' There were more nerve-inducing noises coming from above them: the hideous laughter of shadowed things, ready to pounce. If only. They activated some kind of trap in the ceiling, causing spikes to jut out and- worse still- for the whole thing to start descending toward them. There was a way forward in the form of a door on the other side of the room, yet it seemed to be locked behind some lever-based puzzle. Great. The worst parts of Pariah were always the things that could kill you but you couldn't kill them back. To make matters worse the floor seemed to be spiked up, too. Rael managed to avoid getting shish kabob'd, if only just. For all his many complaints about her, Graves couldn't doubt her speed or flexibility; nobody else in the party could replicate that maneuver. So instead he stepped up next to her and gave her a cheeky wink, "Don't you worry your pretty lil' head off. I got this." And he took a step forward onto the tile left of the one she'd checked. No trap was triggered so he put his full weight onto it, looking back at everyone else. Seele look like she was prepping to do something about the upper half. Alex had an arrow notched and ready to go at...something. But most of them were clueless. "Alright, everybody, keep in a line behind me and don't do anything stupid and we're gonna make it across just fine." Just as he was starting to go Alja tapped him on the back, muttered something, and he felt an ice cold coat of armor wrap itself around him. He just shot her a thumbs up as thanks for the assist and pressed on to the tile in front of him- A spike came flying out! He stumbled back, trying to avoid the point, only for it to catch the bottom of his boot. The tip pierced the hardened leather like a needle pierced cloth, and it kissed flesh not a moment later. Graves fell back into the arms of whoever was standing behind him, and a howl left his throat. "GAAARGH! FUCK!" It was a terrible, agonized bellow from the deepest part of his gullet. Pain shot through his foot and up his leg like he'd never felt before. Shock rocked his system. He'd been playing Pariah Online since its Japanese release, and in that time he'd suffered all manner of injury: impalement, limb loss, full-body burns. Yet none of that could compare to being nicked by one of these spikes. Confusion, panic and rage at his own stupidity flushed his mind as he stumbled on one foot, ushered to the back of the party. "What the fuck- what the fuck was that? What the fuck?!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- In that moment, Alja's thoughts mirrored Graves' words quite well: What the FUCK!? There was no pain in Pariah; not really. There couldn't be. It was a goddamn game, after all. But c'mon, Graves wasn't that good of an actor. That was real genuine panic in the man, and he was so loath to show weakness, she could only assume that it was real. Pressing her lips tightly together--business time now--she passed Graves, who'd fallen back into her, off to the rest to take care of. Kazuki could probably heal him up, hopefully without any more pain. She pulled the frost of her Tundra Glass off of Graves, back to herself to replenish her magical reserves. Then, being careful not to stray off the tile she was on, she pulled Glacier Chain off of her back, giving it a few experimental swings. She looked back and forth, making sure that there was sufficient room behind her. She let herself smile a little bit, some of the tension slacking out of her; she'd pulled this trick on pressure plates a thousand times, it felt like. Then she heaved the enormous flail over her head and slammed it into the floor with a wordless bellow. Her conjuration shot out through the weapon, and with a sound like a pane of glass breaking, a river of ice flowed out over the floor like quicksilver, sinking into the cracks between the tiles and freezing fast, covering it in a thin layer of ice. It passed Seele's barrier, reaching the door at the end in a little less then five seconds before halting, creating a narrow path no more than two feet wide. She tentatively stepped forward, putting her weight on the tile. There was a faint crackling sound and she tensed to throw herself back, but then it settled and held. She let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, and then stood. Oddly shakily, actually. She was used to the concept of fatigue in Pariah--magic needed a limit, after all, and that was a pretty good-sized conjuration spell, one that she only had enough fuel for one or two of in her at any given time--but she'd never felt like this, even after a whole dungeon. She grimaced. Pain. Heat. Fatigue. Smell. This was not looking good. Then--because of course--just as she stepped forwards, something in the floor shifted, and there was a sound of grinding gears. And in front of her eyes--just past her feet--a veritable forest of spikes lanced up through the floor, punching holes through her ice like it wasn't there and shattering it to shards of mist and magic. Every spike. Everywhere. Jesus Fixer Christ. She backed up out of instinct, eyes wide and mouth suddenly dry. "Well. That...was unexpected."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] The closing of the door behind him wasn't particularly weird--he had definitely accidentally triggered some traps before while looking for minerals, much to Robin's exasperation--but Seele's scream had definitely cause Kazuki to jump unwillingly. He slowly turned towards the now giggling mage, a little exasperated that she had managed to completely spook him. Everyone was on edge as it was, they really needed to keep their heads on their shoulders. He took in a deep breath to slow down his racing heart, trying to look around. The one torch didn't really illuminate the room, unfortunately, so he was sure they'd have to do something to deal with whatever they needed to to get out of here. Seele took care of the ceiling easily enough, her spell seemingly slowing down the spikes above them. Good, one less thing to worry about, even if they still had the floor to worry about. Truth be told, Kazuki was a little more worried about those than the ones above--at least they could see those. Maybe they could just step on the corners? He would have to see one pop out to judge, but being the torchbearer meant he was probably going to have to be the one to test things out. Or at least he thought he would before Graves' howl of pain scared him. Kazuki jumped again, giving the guy an incredulous look. What was with the overdramatic show? Maybe getting hit by the spike had frightened him, but geez, if another person randomly screamed, his blood pressure was probably going to shoot up. As Graves hopped back, however, Kazuki swore he saw something drop from his injured foot. He couldn't say for sure, but he had to temporarily pocket his book as he grabbed the guy by the arm, clumsily helping him as he knelt down. Moving the torch to his foot, Kazuki froze as he saw something he had never seen before in this game. "Blood..." The word barely passed his lips, shock taking over for a moment. But since when did this sort of thing happen? Didn't the game usually numb effects like this? The blood had been the first thing he noticed but admittedly it was the last thing on his mind, Kazuki studying Graves' foot intensely. Pressure, he needed to apply pressure, but the next sound of ice cracking caught his attention. Apparently Alja had tried to create a path of ice, but the floors weren't a fan of her clever plan. Every pressure plate activated and several spikes had cracked through. As much as he wanted to help with the riddle, he figured he was best doing what he was here to do. Digging around in his bag with his free hand, he managed to pull out an odd-looking metal piece, though as he unfolded it, it became a cresset. Setting the torch on it, he rummaged through his bag again and pulled out a long bandana. First things first, stop the bleeding, he needed to get that foot out of there in case of infection. Because if there was bleeding now, he was willing to bet sliding in infection was probably something done by the sadist that decided to add pain to all this. Without asking for permission, Kazuki hastily unstrung the boot, cautiously sliding it off. "Oh, shit," He couldn't stop himself from muttering as he saw the wound in full. No wonder Graves had yelled, that wound looked like it hurt. With both hands free, he went to pull out his book, but hesitated. No, Graves was right here, his Healing Touch would be best used right now. Placing his hand near the wound, a green glow came as he concentrated. His free hand traced the wound, working slowly. By the time he was done, Graves' wound was healed, and Kazuki was left with a bloodied hand. He couldn't believe what he was looking at, not realizing he was shaking until he formed a fist. He made sure to wipe his hand on a spare cloth, trying to get his head back in the game. Taking the bandana, he wrapped it around Graves' healed foot, making sure the bottom had the bulk of the material, and slid on his boot. "Kazu--" His voice initially came out as choked, but he cleared his throat before trying again. "B-Benkei, guys, be careful, there's...something's different." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: Kazuki's Home-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It took him some time to compose himself. But he did. It was thanks to his older brother that Benkei felt that he had to keep going. After all, this world was now playing for keeps, and he had to make sure his brother survived. He would not let Kazuki die. He'd failed the others, but he could not fail his family. "Come on," he muttered to Kazuki, as he slowly got dressed. He wasn't wearing his normal armor; though in the back of his mind, he thought he should. They'd also need to consider their health now. If they could die, it meant they could get sick. They could starve. Disease killed just as many people in the middle ages as wars did; and Benkei was certain that without proper hygiene, cleanliness and precautions, many of the wayfarers stuck in Pariah would perish within a year. "There's a lot we need to do." He needed to meet with the others. Every wayfarer he met, he needed to talk to. Most of the players in Pariah were older. They were students and adults with different skills. And if they were going to be stuck here in this world, they'd need to use everything possible to their advantage. Doctors, nurses and pharmacologists could devise medicines, engineers and mechanics could build more advanced tools and machines. While they lacked the technology from their own world, they did not lack the knowledge. And the first group of people that would meet with him, that would talk these things out? They were his party members. He failed Aaginim, Enos and Atlas. He failed Luci. But he wouldn't fail everyone else. He was so obsessed with himself, that when he finally laid eyes on Kazuki's books, he looked at his brother. "Kazuki, are you planning on studying medicine here?" "My healing has its limits, apparently," Kazuki replied, lightly rubbing his temples. "The rules have changed, so at this point I've decided to cover all my bases. If I understand the human body and my magic better, I can be more effective." "It looks like we both have the same idea then. I want to meet with the others, and other players as well. There's a lot of information here in this world, but we all have skills and knowledge from the real world as well. If this place is anything like the normal world, we're going to need medical knowledge, engineering knowledge and other expertise." Kazuki scowled at the mention of engineering, albeit he seemed to agree with everything else. After a few seconds of pause, he let out a small sigh. "Banding together, huh?" He seemed to be looking far away, a small frown on his face. "Think they'll be open to the idea?" "If they want to live, they'll have to. The average lifespan of a person back in the 1800s was roughly 30 years. That was the average life span everywhere. If we want to avoid dying in this game, we'll need all the help we can get. And right now the first place is with those that will listen: namely our party members." For a second, Kazuki was uncharacteristically quiet, even for him. He opened his mouth once or twice to talk, but he seemed to struggle with his words. Finally, he asked, "You don't think they'd be with Luci?" "They could be. She may not listen. But I think some will. Alex, Graves, Rael, Seele, even Kalie. I think they'd be open to listen to us. I bet even Prisilica and Leaves would listen. Luci? Probably not." He was unsure about Alja. If she stayed by Luci's side, she could demand them leave. But he had to try and reach out to them. He needed all the help he could get. The two brothers gathered their things and made their way to The Laughing Worg. Benkei hoped that people would listen. In his mind, working together was their only hope for survival.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Innhouse, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Time and a hot bath helped ease the nightmare. The scars were old ones, yet they felt as raw as the ones he'd earned just yesterday. He washed them all the same. It was odd how quickly he'd adjusted to the feeling of pain in Pariah; he'd gone from losing his shit to shrugging it off in, what, a couple'a hours? He had to wonder if being Graves had helped with that. Pain was his build's forte, after all. It was a curiosity to mull over, at least, as he got ready for the day. He climbed out of the bath only to find that the one pair of clothes he owned were shredded and stained beyond saving. The armor would need maintenance, too. He'd gotten the suit commission way back in Theremia a lifetime ago. It wasn't like most armor. It needed a specialized touch. There was a particular shop in town dealt in lamellar that he'd drop it off at on his way to the Worg. The night he'd spent there was a blur, if he was honest. He'd gotten blackout drunk with Alja trying to forget the dungeon and its horrors. It hadn't worked, but the two of them'd had a blast anyway. Graves grinned to himself remembering the pieces he could. She'd told a lot about herself- far more than he'd given back. Should he call her Kelly when they met up again? 'Would that be weird?' After scrounging through what few belongings he had on him, Graves came up with the needle and thread to make his pants wearable and a vest that would- for now- function as a shirt. Clothes shopping was on the TO-DO list too, he supposed. That got a groan out of him. He could barely be bothered to buy new socks in the real world. Why'd it have to follow him here, too? Just before he stepped out into the street he tried to pull up his console one more time. Nothing. It'd been a full day and they hadn't heard a peep from the game masters. Try as he might, Graves just couldn't shake the feeling that they were in for the long haul. 'Right, adapt. Okay.' The trip to the Worg was approximately twelve steps across the street, but he took a brief detour toward the Town Square to finish up his chores first. He had some things he wanted to purchase if they were going to be here awhile, on top of everything else he'd already mulled over. And then he ran into something else he couldn't stop thinking about. "You a monkey now or somethin'?" Graves called up to Rael. "If you're not too busy bein' a do-nothing, I got some errands to run. Wouldn't mind the company."</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: City Streets, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "You a monkey now or somethin'?" The red-haired girl held her pencil in her hand as she turned her head. Of all of the people to notice her relaxing in the shade. She smirked, as she looked Graves over in what she supposed was his normal clothes. Her smirk almost fell when she noticed the lines of his vest, or particularly how defined he was underneath his armor. Normally, she would've answered a question about being a monkey or weird or whatever, but it went right over her head as he followed it up with another inquiry. "If you're not too busy bein' a do-nothing, I got some errands to run. Wouldn't mind the company." "Geeze, he's a little forward." Hanako muttered in the back of her brain. "Not like I got anythin' better to do." She mused as she closed her sketchbook and moved it into her bags before jumping off the tree branch, landing with the dexterity of a cat. "What kind of errands?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Suddenly Kazuki was wishing he could turn invisible. He didn't think he had ever been anxious before, what the hell was this world doing to him? Then again, having to show his face to people who knew of his failure was also a first--there was a bitter thought at the back of his mind that figured at least a beating was more predictable and would eventually end. But Kazuma was right, there was strength in numbers and as disastrous as the dungeon had went, on their half, they managed. No, that was giving the group too little credit; they all survived and lived to tell the tale. And with the glitch firmly in place that was more of an accomplishment than it should have been. He had to admit he was still slightly distrustful, although he admitted he wasn't sure if there were any specific reasons or if because he was expecting them to blame him the same way Luci had. Well, there was one for sure he was uneasy with partying again: the scythe user spelled out trouble for him. She reminded him too much of Minako and he would be damned if he was stuck with someone like her again in this world. The way she roleplayed, the way she tried to apologize to him, it stirred up some uncomfortable memories that he would rather stay far away from. Then there was Rael and Graves to consider. The former had more than held her own, and Graves was a madman but effective. It was less about wondering if they would want to stick with them and more about if they weren't already scooped up by the other people that remained in the guild. Alja, too, probably, that last ice attack was really something. He supposed Alex and Seele seemed more the type to join up with them, but maybe they were more comfortable elsewhere. That said, together they had been pretty balanced. Everyone had pulled their weight considerably and synergized considering they had never partied together as a group. Initially he had been asked if he could handle healing alone and he managed. Seele was a fantastic support alongside him and he had to admit he liked working aside her even after the announcement. Still, they didn't have any long range attackers, and his healing had been proven to be subpar at best. Maybe he could work more on his offensive spells as well, he should add it to his list. Kazuki exhaled, shaking his head at himself. Why was he thinking so hard about all this? Kazuma was the one that would do all the talking, anyway. He should stick to what he knew, and that needed some serious work. His plan had been to study while all the talking was happening, he wasn't exactly a diplomat nor was he popular. Still, it left a bad taste in his mouth, he may as well put in the effort. Even if only one person decided to join them, he would count it as a success. The tavern was much more bustling than he had anticipated, but then again, every other player had wisely chosen to seek shelter in the cities. Taking a look around, he was a little relieved that he hadn't seen anyone from Mystic Prophecy. Not that it meant they weren't around, but out of sight, out of mind. He did, however, spot the familiar brunet hunched over a paper. Approaching the man, he tapped his shoulder. "Hello," He ended up greeting him. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- The snow was still falling. Kelly was standing underneath it, letting it come down upon her. She smiled. It had been a long time since she'd been up in the Grampians; not since she was just a little kid. It was beautiful. She stuck her tongue out and caught a snowflake on it, giving a little giggle. But didn't that snowflake taste weird? Oh, that's right. It was red. She wondered what caused the red coloration; she didn't know enough environmental science to ponder what kind of weird meteorological phenomenon might have caused that. Her mouth quirked, and her brow furrowed slightly. It felt like she was forgetting something. The taste of the snowflake stayed on her tongue. She was no longer smiling. The snow fell faster. Harder. It poured down upon her in almost a rain, staining her cardigan red. The tang on her tongue was even stronger now. It tasted like iron. --- Alja jolted upright, eyes wide, and barely held back a scream. Everything tasted like blood. A moment later, she slouched down, letting her head rest on an elbow. At least her head hurt less than it had, and the world was no longer wheeling around her. Thanks to Seele, probably. She looked languidly to the side. She was still there. And, a bit further on, so were the rest of their dungeoneering party. Good. At least they were staying together. She mumbled a quick "thank you, Seele," then gathered her strength and pushed herself up from the chair, stumbling a little bit as she rose to her full height. She stretched her arms, her face fixed in a frown. No more drinking. Not that much, at least. She couldn't be this nonfunctional in a game where things mattered. I need to get some different clothing on. The lining of her armor was soaked with sweat, and that really didn't help the uncomfortable Thorinn heat. She considered for a moment. What else do I have to wear? With a quick aside to Seele saying that she'd be back, she picked up her backpack and headed to the bathroom at the back of the tavern. She vaguely remembered being here a lot last night, and shifted uncomfortably before she doffed her armor and slid on whatever was the lightest clothing she had. It wasn't comfortable--nothing was right now--but at least it was less awkward to move around in. Awkwardly distributing her armor between her backpack and her hands enough that she could carry it somewhere--she didn't know where exactly, but she couldn't keep sleeping in this tavern--she walked back out to the main floor, dressed in a pale blue tunic made of something like linen over a pair of brown trousers and high leather boots. It weirded her out seeing herself in it; for most of Pariah, she'd only worn her armor. But Thorinn was so overpoweringly warm, she was sure if she'd kept wearing it she would have had a heat stroke. With the bits of her armor she couldn't fit into her backpack awkwardly balanced in her hands, she made her way out to the table, putting it down with a grunt. She felt oddly vulnerable outside of her metal shell. Giving Seele one last grateful look, she clomped her way over to the bar where Kalie sat, feeling kind of weird that she wasn't clanking as she walked. "Yo. Hell of a night, huh."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Just trying to figure out why… why Kazuki's magic didn't work." She'd had the same thought both he and Kazuki had. Of course she did. She was smart and that set her apart from many meathead players in Pariah. She went on to discuss her own theories and questions about why restorative magic didn't work like it did before. Benkei was surprised that she'd even gone to look into similar books his brother had also invested in. Smart was too imprecise a word to describe her. "You must think it's stupid of me to think like this…" The self-flaggelation wasn't uncommon for Benkei or his brother. They were Japanese, after all, and dishonor and shame were always on the tip of any serious parent's tongues. Especially theirs. "Stupid? No. Brilliant is a better word. It's something Kazuki and I have also been discussing. Why do we now feel actual sensations, like hunger, pain, and our actual senses. Why is everyone suddenly able to get drunk?" Benkei had a wild look in his eye as he pondered these existential questions. "It's like this world is a living system, but before the glitch we were only observers and casual manipulators of the world around us. Now after this glitch, we're a part of the system too. The rules that governed our magic don't apply anymore. At least, that's my theory. He looked around the room, nodding and glancing at those he knew. "How many players are still stuck in Pariah right now, I wonder. And of those players, how many of them have some useful skill or knowledge? I wonder how many players are in the medical field, or engineering field, or in a science field. We need to understand how this world works, but also we need to use the knowledge we have from the real world. If Pariah is a living system now, there are rules and laws. Laws for magic, but also laws for physics. Laws for biology. If we're going to survive in this place until they can get us out, we need to use everything we have access to." Maybe he sounded stupid. Or crazy.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Graves' arrival had been convenient and Kazuki was glad to see him. There was something about his consistency that was refreshing, even if it was accompanied by a metaphorical gut punch. Oh no, was that what everyone thought of him? Was his failure just going to follow him around forever? It was one thing for his every spare thought burying him in anxiety over it, but somehow hearing it out loud was a thousand times worse. At least Graves was open about it, what of the rest? Would they just look at him in pity? Would Alex be reminded and reject his offer? Was it his destiny to drown in his failure and be blacklisted from any parties because they want a competent healer despite him pouring over medical texts and doing his best to improve oh no what if they saw him buying the books and laughed at his attempts-- Before Kazuki would drown in his thoughts, Graves mentioned a meeting, snapping him back to reality. Yes, of course, he should take advantage of the fact that Graves had openly approached them. He was still convinced the man was probably better off with the guild but if there was any chance at him possibly being open to the idea of sticking with them, then Kazuki would be a fool to pass up the opportunity. "Actually--" Was he saying that too much? 'Actually'? No, it was happenstance. "--you're someone I wanted to talk to as well," Kazuki admitted. "I was just mentioning to Alex that his performance yesterday proved that he was someone to be trusted, and now that you're here, I'll extend that to you as well. There's no denying your skills and I understand if you feel you're better off elsewhere, but I was hoping you'd consider sticking to Benkei and I--and Alex as well, if he agrees." Even if he felt like he was repeating himself, he figured it was best to explain. But whereas he thought Alex had one approach, he thought it was best to change it up a little for Graves. Aside from not wanting to come off as repetitive, different targets required alternate methods of recruitment. That thought did not sound manipulative at all regardless of what his conscious told him. "I don't think anyone yesterday would deny your abilities and strength came to the rescue a multitude of times, and your synergy with the others was unparalleled," He continued. "I think coming together as a group would benefit everyone. The rules have changed in more ways than one, I don't think it's unreasonable to believe that there are strength in numbers. We don't know what else has changed aside from the monsters, as well as..." He trailed off as he thought back to Marianna. "...the rest of this world. When I was on my way back from the shop, a NPC approached me and spoke to me of my performances. It's not surprising that they remembered as a majority of my revenue came from them, but it was strange that she approached me first. Everything about the conversation was strange, I almost thought I was talking to another player," He shook his head, a little more determined. "Which is why I would like--why I was hoping we could also count on your support." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- This was…unideal. Not only were the denizens getting involved—shockingly more involved than she'd ever seen them able to get before—but the players weren't making things any easier. One of the dungeoneers from the other day, bless his soul, was venting his frustrations in what could really only be described as an "unproductive" way. Another denizen, one of the snazzily-dressed matrons, settled him down, and Rael skulked away upstairs. … In any other circumstance, she would have taken the cue to sit back and let things simmer down, but Seele wasn't so sure anymore how long they'd have that luxury. It was plain enough to see that somehow the city and its inhabitants had changed seemingly overnight, and if tensions were this high in one tavern among people who, at least in her opinion, ought to have been able to see eye-to-eye, she couldn't imagine how raucous things were going to get elsewhere in Thorinn. Mustering up some of that high-demand-low-supply resolve, Seele pursed her lips, smoothed out her robes, and made for the stairs. She bowed her head respectfully to the matron standing there, trusting that she looked about the furthest thing from a problem as could be, then went up. Rael was sat at a table alone, with her food and her notebook and a surprising calmness on her face. Or, well, she supposed not so surprising. Seele had meant to talk to the girl earlier, to thank her for her steadfastness in the dungeon, and the helping hand she'd leant to Kalie, and also to simply talk. Perhaps she'd waited too long, or perhaps she simply wasn't interested. It didn't matter much now. … "Rael," Seele said, approaching the table slowly. Calm though she looked, the last thing Seele wanted was that clenched fist swinging her way. "I'm not here to yell, or argue. I'd just like to talk, if that's alright with you."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Wow, they agreed! A massive relief for sure, but Kazuki was so sure he was going to have to make more of a case. Maybe he undersold his diplomacy. It was a nice boost of confidence considering the last twenty four hours and he wasn't going to complain. Both men had already more than proven themselves and he felt he could trust them both. Graves' confidence would be a boon and he didn't seem as wild as he was before. Alex had already given him a good feeling and his acceptance did wonders for his nerves, even if his drinking concerned him a little. But he still trusted the two more than most, and he knew his brother would put any differences aside for the greater good. However, the same could not be said for the entirety of the group. To his dismay, Kazuma was already talking to Sif, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. And of course there was something of an argument that further cemented the thought--apparently Alja and Rael were going at it, and who was next to them but Kalie, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. As quickly as it started it ended, though he caught Siegfried going over to probably tell Rael off. He didn't even have to know what happened to guess that the 'roleplayer' had caused it. "That being said, we should be careful who we do choose to associate with. I'll be the first to admit I'm wary of certain people," Kazuki would admit that much, shaking his head. "For one, I sincerely doubt anyone from Mystic Prophecy would want to even look at me right now, let alone associate with me. For another...we should all at least try to get along. Anyone that causes issues should be avoided, no matter how innocent they look. Other players can be unpredictable, and it helps to be wary." He couldn't quite stop the bitterness in his voice at his last sentence, but he felt the need to address something Alex mentioned. "So long as we keep our heads on our shoulders and take things as they come, we can probably handle it for the most part," He replied. "We have to throw away most of the things we knew about this 'game' and treat it as reality. For some, it'll be easy. For others, not so much." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Graves didn't make a point of hiding his stares. He'd never been good at that- hiding how he felt. It'd gotten him in a hell of a lot of trouble throughout his life. Gotten more than one black eye for an off-hand comment at the wrong person. Still, he never learned. Refused to, he supposed. It wasn't like he had some idealistic attachment to naked honesty, or some high-minded reason for his stubbornness. Truth is, Andrew was just kind of a lazy asshole who could get away with showing his heart on his sleeve. Sif's dumbass brother with a name too stupid to remember was picking a fight with Rael, even after the denizen had broken up the last one and told 'em to buzz off. Was he bein' some sorta blowhard prick, defending Kalie's 'honor?' Or did he just like the look of a fight? 'Wanna knock his block off either way.' Once that altercation was broken up- by another denizen acting out of character- he watched Seele go stumbling up the stairs after Rael. That put his mind at ease. She was better at talkin' people down; he knew from experience. Something about her demeanor disarmed people. To Graves it was as much weird voodoo magic as the shit she did in the dungeon. Kazuki started talking again. Talking about being wary of certain kinds of people. About how reaching out to Mystic Prophecy would be a mistake. That made Graves' face twitch, but he didn't comment. He still hadn't shifted his gaze to look at the bard; he kept them locked on the stairs. It took him a little longer than he'd like to admit to realize who, exactly, Kazuki was talking about. "Stop pussyfooting around it." Graves all-but-snarled, his eyes snapping up to Kazuki's. "Don't have time for that schoolyard shit. You don't trust Rael, what, 'cause she's an ass? Hate to break it to ya, buddy, but so are half of us. 'N she's better than the rest of 'em, too." He paused, turning around in his seat to face Kazuki fully. A few seconds went by as he allowed himself time to gather his thoughts. "The girls from MP are good people, too. Even if Luci's been..." He sighed. It hurt to be a jerk about it, even if it was true. "Insufferable 'bout blaming us for somethin' outside our control. She's good. Not just-" Graves motioned swinging a sword. "-But, y'know, good." "Rael, Pris, the...leaf...girl. All of 'em are. Just gotta give 'em a chance to prove it. If you don't, I'm out. S'that simple." It was sort of uncomfortable being this nice for so long. Maybe he should hit Alex to balance it out?</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki had to resist the urge to roll his eyes--why in the world did Graves assume he was talking about Rael? Was he the only one that saw it? Well, Graves was all about battle and violence, maybe picking up on subtleties wasn't one of his strengths. Which wasn't a bad thing, but he supposed being diplomatic would only get him so far. While he would have chosen another word for it, Graves was right, he should be his usual blunt self. There wasn't any point in hiding his intentions, and the last thing he wanted was for him to think the wrong idea. This was definitely ironic considering he had previously hoped he wouldn't end up with either of them yesterday, but no one needed to know that. "Fair enough," He decided to be as plain as possible. "I don't believe the Augustine assassin is to be trusted. Their contributions were minimal yesterday and unlike the rest of us, doesn't seem to be able to hold it together without causing issues. Clearly she's the reason behind both altercations that had just happened; she'll bring nothing but problems going forward." Biased? Yes. But it didn't matter, no one knew enough about him to call him out on it. Rael was too valuable of a DPS to let get away anyway. He would have to figure out how to get Alja on board since the argument, but he figured so long as the troublemaker wasn't in the way, he could probably figure something out. Weeding out the weakest was probably for the best. If she wanted to spend all her time sobbing, she could do it in the safety of the town and not while they were doing things. "I know Rael has shown some personality issues in the past, but I think she's more reliable in a fight. She handled the news the best out of everyone--it's telling of her character," Kazuki continued. "I'd rather have her as an ally. She's a little reckless but it produces results." "But I have to ask," He couldn't really stop his curiosity. "Why did you think I was talking about Rael? Alja and Sieg also got into it, too." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "...Clearly she's the reason behind both altercations that had just happened; she'll bring nothing but problems going forward." "What is your damage, exactly?" Graves's hand hit the table hard enough to knock over the rest of Alex's ale. He did his best to keep from yelling. Just breathe. Big, deep breaths. Yelling was easy. He did it all the God damn time growing up. It was easy to yell- to get physical. It was a whole lot harder to keep the peace. And that was what they were arguing about, wasn't it? Keeping the peace. Building something better so nobody else had to die. "Its Kalie's fault she cried, did I get that right?" He pushed out his chair before he'd realized it, but he didn't get up. Not yet. Keep the peace. "Its her fault she watched people die and lost her shit? 'Cause I don't know if this'll come as a shock to you, Kazzy, but not everybody's been through the ringer. Not everybody's seen what I assume you n' me have. It takes normal people time to adjust." "-And you wanna talk about 'minimal contributions?" And now he was up, and a handful of words he didn't really mean were on the tip of his tongue.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- For a second, Alja just...stared. A Denizen had just...used magic. Touched her. Interacted with her. Moved her. Scolded her. Something absolutely insane was happening, apparently. So she stared blankly until Seele arrived, bringing with her a semblance of sanity, and Alja's mind clicked into gear again. Just...roll with it, I guess. She dropped her head, sighing. "I'm sorry," she offered to the innkeeper, whose name was unknown to her. "I've had a bit of a...long day," She motioned at the table where she'd been lying in a drunken daze since late last night, swallowing a lump in her throat that had formed for some reason, "but that's no excuse for disturbing the peace. It won't happen again." She listened to Kalie speaking as the assassin went on, but her thoughts were already far away. Kelly wasn't very good with people. She'd never learned to read their body language, go by the unwritten rules, figure out what she needed to do. But Alja was. And she had done all those things. She was good at social perception. And Rael's body language had...well. It had shut down. Something Alja had said had touched a nerve deep inside of the smaller woman, it seemed. And she felt horrible. As Siegfried came to sit down on Kalie's other flank, it all grew too much for Alja. She knew that Seele was better at this kind of gentle touch than she was. Rael wouldn't be keen to listen to her just then. So she bolted to a standing position and strode rapidly--if a bit unsteadily--over to the more crowded table, where some of the other survivors of the dungeon raid had begun to congregate, pulling a chair up and plopping herself down into it as their voices escalated, much like hers had. When she spoke, her voice had largely returned to normal, though there was still a touch of Scot in it. "I'm sorry y'had to see that. 'S not like me to lash out like that." Another heavy, tired sigh. "So then, what're ya discussin', and can I possibly convince ya to calm down?"</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- So much for things going smoothly. A small, tiny voice said that Kazuki should apologize. His initial assumption was completely biased and aside from an unpleasant comment before everything happened, he had no real reason for his words aside from a gut feeling. Nothing Graves said was wrong. Nothing he said was inaccurate. Well, this is probably what he got for trying to be social. He should have considered this a possibility, but he hadn't really thought Graves would get so emotionally defensive over someone not worth it. No, the best thing to do was to calm down. Apologizing was for the weak, but for the sake of unity, it was probably needed. At the last sentence, however, Kazuki's eyebrows shot up for a second before he narrowed his eyes, his eyes cold and every previous thought thrown out the window. He knew it. He knew he wasn't just being paranoid or hard on himself. He knew that this is what they'd pin on him. "I'll never forgive you." "Say it," Kazuki challenged Graves, ignoring Alja for a moment. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Raised voices. And now Graves was on his feet, looking like he was prepared to deck Kazuki. His brother. "Excuse me-" he said quickly to Sif, realizing he had to act fast. Right now everything he'd worked for was going up in smoke, and he had no idea why. Honestly, he didn't care why. Someone was being aggressive to his family, and there was no way in hell he was going to stand by and watch this. He felt a tremor in his hands. He forced it down. He had to force it down because right now Kazuki was in trouble and he wasn't going to be a coward. He wasn't going to collapse. "Hey!" His voice rose higher than he wanted as he approached Graves' flank. "The owners already said to keep things civil in here." His voice was less calm and more tinged with anger and venom. The fact that Graves of all people was pulling an aggressive card with his brothers-his brother-of all people was already out of the question. "You need to walk away and cool your head before you cause trouble for everyone." Benkei was serious. And not serious as he had been yesterday. This was a colder serious. The kind of attitude that followed with a thrown fist. He'd been in enough fights. Lost enough too. But he'd be goddamned if he let someone push his family around.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Even if Luci's been insufferable 'bout blaming us for somethin' outside our control.' Graves knew he didn't believe it. He knew he was only thinking it because Kazuki was being a massive asshole and Graves knew just where to stick the knife to hurt him- that was somethin' he'd learned at home too. He knew just how to hurt somebody bad enough for it to last. He'd been watching Kazu. He watched him during the fight, watched him afterwards. Watched him at the graveside. He'd been watching the man and he knew just how much the guilt weighed him down. It was a terrible burden he'd put on himself and it was one he didn't even deserve. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Kazu had pissed him off and he needed to be hurt. Graves got close. Close enough he could whisper it. Make it dig deep. "You could'a saved-" Somebody else cut in, interrupting him. Benkei, the boy who thought he'd be king. All it took was a glance- he looked as heated as Graves felt. Everything about how he was standing, how he was speaking, how his hands trembled just a little told him their auspicious leader was ready to explode the moment he had an excuse. He turned, facing the bigger of the two. "Civil." He practically spat the word. "I'on't know what you are to Kazuki, Kazum-something, but I'd step the fuck back n' let him take responsibility for the shit he says for once in his God damn life. He's gonna apologize, or yeah, we're gonna have a problem."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] He couldn't believe he let himself get so emotional. Fighting was stupid, arguing was stupid, but there he was getting all worked up. He was supposed to be banding together, not egging on a hothead who was coming at him prepared! But for the first time in a long time, Kazuki had to admit to himself that it hurt to hear. Graves didn't even have to finish the sentence--just hearing it out loud shook him. It was cathartic in the strangest way, he couldn't wrap his head around it. What the hell was wrong with him? Why would he want to hear that? It made everything so much worse, it made it so much more real than he wanted to be. Seeing Kazuma had snapped him back to reality, recognizing the situation. For fuck's sake, this was literally the opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. And once again, it was his fault. Kazuki moved between Kazuma and Graves, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder to stop him as he looked him in the eye, shaking his head. He knew he needed to properly explain himself, to get things back on track. Not that he thought there was a point--any hope of unity was shattered because of him. He had to at least try to salvage it. "Stop," Kazuki said, his voice a little louder than intended. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." In every possible way. Choosing to bite his tongue and feeling like it wasn't going to help anyway, Kazuki looked directly at Graves, having to resist the urge to look away. "I am sorry," He stated it clearly. "I spoke based on what little I know and a terrible first impression." And a bad second impression, and bad third impression...in an odd sense, he was right that that girl caused issues. Go figure. "This isn't what I--what we came here for," Kazuki made an effort to put things back on track. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Streets - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Rael's shouting brought him to a halt. Before he'd turned around he knew she wanted to catch up to him. Couldn't say why- she'd shown a remarkable ability to not care about other people. "Don't follow me!" Graves yelled back as he spun around. He wasn't in the mood. Wasn't in the mood to talk, or be talked at, or chewed out for his lack of manners. Anger still flowed through his veins, burning and raging like a wildfire. If he'd thought removing himself from the situation would cool him down, he'd been wrong. But Rael didn't listen- typical- and came trapezing out of the tavern's second floor to run after him. Graves had half a mind to just keep walking. He didn't. He stood there, letting his choler rise with the volume of his voice. "Are you deaf or do you just enjoy pissin' me off?" "What's your frickin' problem, tank-for-brains?" He'd spun back around before she had two words out and kept walking. Walking with long, purposeful strides in the vague direction he knew his destination to be. It was a place he'd walked by a handful of times, maybe, but Graves rarely got lost. Tracking people down was how he'd made a name for himself, after all. "I leave you for five minutes and Benkei starts shit with you? What the hell?" Her questions went unanswered for more than a minute. They just went on walking together through the crowded city streets, with Graves barreling his way through anyone stupid enough to not move aside. He still wasn't calming down. His blood pressure was through the roof. "I started the shit. S'what I do." Graves snarled. "His arrogant, self-righteous, hypocrite-of-a-brother was talkin' out one side of his mouth about teamwork n' unity n' all this other shit, and outta the other he was talkin' about abandoning Kalie 'cause she's- she's normal." Just verbalizing everything that was banging around inside his skull was enough to reheat the fire. He wasn't even trying to keep it under control at this point; he didn't care who heard him yelling. He didn't care that people were looking at him like some kinda freak. It'd all been too much. Everything. All of it was just building and building on top of each other like a tower of misery up to the heavens and Graves couldn't take it anymore. "'Cause all this scares her. 'Cause everything that's goin' on is too much. 'Cause unlike most'a our gang of losers, fuck-ups and loners, she actually has somethin' to lose." He turned his head to look at Rael over his shoulder. "Same reason you yelled at her, really." "I yelled at her because..." She paused, looking at the ground for a moment. "...because she was being annoying. Don't even know why. I snapped." "Can't stand her either. That RP shit's for kids and dorks." She sighed audibly as she rose her hand to her face as if she had a migraine. "It was... I dunno. Maybe Alja is right about me. Whatever. Not like I'd abandon anyone because they are annoying. Does Kazuki really want to ditch the weak members like that?" He echoed Rael's sigh and slowed in his walk. "I dunno. I dunno what he wants, and I didn't give him time to explain. Said a lot of shit I shouldn't have and now the group's...done. Ain't something you come back from. Better off on my own, anyway." "How lame. Giving up that easily." "Didn't take you for the kumbaya type." She rolled her eyes as she moved her hand from her face, "Never took you for the coward type." That hit a nerve. "What's going to happen to those morons without us?" And that drove it home. "God, you sound just like-" He threw up his hands and gave a frustrated groan. "-They're probably gonna charge off the nearest cliff like a pack of lemmings." She smiled, "People like us aren't supposed to be the likeable ones. If you weren't busy being so upset you'd see that. We've got a different job." They stopped walking. "You're a pain in my ass, I hope you know that." "Yeah." She moved closer looking up at him as she did so, forcing absolute eye contact. "So what're you gonna do about it?" Not one to back down from a challenge, Graves held his ground, bending his knees to get down to her level. After a beat of glaring at her he stood back up. "Still not over the ale thing- Imma get you back for it later. For now, there's work to be done."</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele tried to size him up, get a read, but the man was a sphynx. A sphynx with a dour look permanently carved into his silly, symmetrical face. Frankly, it felt a lot like dealing with Rael, only this time she had the benefit of already having dealt with someone like Rael. Brick walls they were, just different flavors of brick. "Well, you certainly seem to know him better than I do, so if you think he's alright…" she said, flapping a hand at her face and airing out the collar of her robe. The witchy look had always worked for her, but Thorinn wasn't making it easy anymore. The humidity wasn't so much the problem, she was used to that, but the sun was just dreadful. Suddenly, her dearly departed hat didn't seem so silly anymore. Kazuki still had a little sass left in him, it seemed, but she waved it off. "I'm here because it's not safe for a young man to go wandering around the city alone, clearly. The place is a playground on Halloween, just swap out the sugar for mass panic, and the children for…well, bigger children, I suppose," she said, gesturing around at the unprecedented bustle that had seized her patron city. Distantly she could hear more raucous shouting, likely from other wayfarers finding themselves in similarly tense situations. "And you know, at this point it feels like getting the full story would be like playing Telephone. It's probably all garbled and twisted up and not at all like what actually happened, I don't think." She finally straightened up, took a deep breath of her own, and like that she was smiling again. "But you're welcomed to tell it to me, if you like. Or we could just talk. You might have noticed I like talking maybe a bit too much, but I'm also good at listening. So, if you want me to zip up, you'll just have to give me something to listen to."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki definitely agreed with Seele's last sentence. He could also disagree with a lot of what she said--it was definitely more dangerous for a young lady to be alone. He didn't know why he mistook her for the quiet type, an odd discomfort bubbling up as he continued the walk to his home. Had he been too quick to assume she would be someone safe to be around? She was coming from a place of concern and hadn't done anything to prove otherwise, but it still made him uneasy. No, he shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet. At the very least she came to him to get the truth unfiltered, so he couldn't really turn her away without making himself look worse. Not that the truth would be doing him any favors but he supposed it was easier to get things over with. He only stopped once they were at the door to his small home, digging around his pockets for his keys before unlocking it. The miniscule kitchen looked like it had been shoved into the right corner closest to the door as an after thought, the entrance bearing a rug and a makeshift rack that held a pair of boots already there. A set of stairs lead to the sole bedroom, its door seen from even where they were. The rest of the home was plainly decorated, with a couch and chair placed around a coffee table and a small dining table with a pair of chairs close to the kitchen. At the far corner was a pair of doors and a piano whose quality far exceeded any other piece of furniture. It was homely, but noticeably spotless. Slipping out of his shoes, he placed them respectfully on the rack before placing his bag on the coffee table. He gestured for Seele to have a seat, wandering into the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets until he pulled out a kettle and a pair of cups. It had been a while since he had played the part of host, but he supposed he could put something together quickly. The hearth wasn't lit, but it roared back to life after a few snaps of the spark stones Kazuki clashed together. Pulling out a jug filled with water, he poured some into the kettle and placed it on the metal hanging over the fire. After pulling out a slice of what looked like a strawberry pastry from a pantry box, he carefully sliced it into four parts. Even though he worked in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable. He was clearly focused on the task at hand, fingers working on the leaves in the cup before plucking the kettle from the hearth and pouring the water over it. No tray, but he brought everything by hand, placing a cup and plate of sweets before Seele and only taking a seat after he had his own cup in hand. "I'll be upfront about what happened: it was my fault," Kazuki decided to get that much out of the way. "It's telling to talk about unity one moment and immediately speak of excluding someone in the next. I won't deny it, I thought solely in my own interest. Graves called me out on it and things escalated. Having trust in others isn't my strong suit and I let my bias get the best of me, resulting in the group...fracturing." Not that he thought they were together or anything, but that was what he figured. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Alja made to put her hand on Benkei's shoulder, then thought better of it, dropping it back down against her thigh. Her voice, when she spoke, was uncharacteristic of her; none of the rising hysteria of the past day, and none of the joviality that suffused it most other times. It was simple. Plain and honest. Because, in Benkei's words, she heard a little bit of herself. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place now. Just like you. "Look, Benkei." She paused, considering her next words carefully. If she misplaced one, the potential damage could be catastrophic. And, after another moment of consideration, she dropped her Pariah pseudo-accent, reverting to her natural Scottish; but one a little less...thick and aggressive that she'd thrown at Rael. Her vocabulary shifted as well: gone were the relatively simple expressions of Alja, replaced with the kind a college student might use. "I won't preten' to understan' what you're goin' t'rough, because no matter our circumstances, they're goin' ta diverge in a number of ways. Obviously. But I think I kinda know where you're comin' from, 'least in a general sense." She slung herself down, sitting on the edge of the river and dangling her feet down over the clear water. "Feelin' like you're livin' under a shadow all your life, paralyzed with indecision, but terrified to try steppin' out from under the shadow 'cause the world's goin' ta kick ya right back underneath." She turned up, no longer staring at the river, but directing her serious eyes straight into Benkei's. "But at th' same time, no matter if we're similar or no, I don't think empty platitudes and reassurances will help ya any. Prob'ly just make it worse. So let's try ta game this out, shall we?" She returned her gaze to the river and picked up a stray pebble from the cobbled streets, launching it into the water as she spoke. "Ya say you're not a leader. But let me as ya somethin'. Who, precisely, do ya think would do any better out of us? It should prob'ly be a tank; they're the ones that have the strength ta shotcall while they're also doin' their job in the party. So that leaves...two others, yeah? So, which one? Rael?" She barked out a brief, scornful laugh. "Not bloody likely! She's brilliant at what she does, but what she does is not teamwork. And then there's me." She laughed. It wasn't as scornful, but there was still an edge of that on the sound. "Tankin'? Yeah, I can do that pretty decent, I like ta think. Last I checked, I was pretty high up on the boards. Not half bad at damage either if I build out for it. Not as good, but...adequate, yeah. But leadership?" Her laugh was louder this time. "I mean, come on! Ya saw what happened in the boss room! I heard Luci scream and lost it, couldn't hold formation! I'm not bad at the game, I know my limits, and I'm pretty good at thinkin' on the fly. But plannin'? Strategizin'? Yeah, can't say that's in my wheelhouse. But let's say we expand it, past the tanks. Give it to all the party, yeah? Graves' only deal is runnin' right in and hittin' till he falls over. Not someone ya can really rally around! Seele's a great support and all. Kept it together real well. But...'member the spikes room? How she impulsively kept holdin' the ceilin' when she didn't need ta? I think she's in the same camp as I am. Kazuki?" She paused. "He's also a bit like me. Runs in all willy-nilly like, can't really control what he's doin'." Her voice lowered for just a moment. "I noticed, in the dungeon, ya givin' him orders...or, well not orders, really, but...instructions, occasionally. Don't mistake me, I think he's a great person. Good support. Trustin' my life to him, after all. But...if I'm honest, I don't think he's very good with people. Alex? Well...I like him and all, but I think he's pretty new to the game, yeah? Don't know how much I trust his shotcalling just off that. And that leaves...Kalie." She chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, I don't think she deserves ta be kicked out the party or anythin'. But a leader? I think we all know that's...frankly, totally absurd." She swung herself back to her feet, dusting her tunic off. "Luci's catatonic, Leaves can't lead for shite--trust me on that one--and Priscilica has her hands more than full with whatever fragments of Prophecy are left over. You're quite literally the best leader we've got on board." her voice softened. "And, Benkei? You're sellin' yourself way short. Your marchin' order and plans were fine. Nobody coulda predicted any of that. We'll make our own decisions in combat--just ya try ta stop me--but that's not on your shoulders. And as for the tavern, if Kalie and Rael weren't at each others' throats and Graves didn't overreact...that's when I'd be concerned." She cracked her neck, sighing a bit and falling back into her Pariah accent. "But one thing you do have a problem with--as we can see here," she smiled to ensure there was no offense as she stretched her stiff arms over her head again, "is givin' up. Some come on, boss. Buck up, let's get back up to that tavern. You've got some people to keep alive."</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele watched the tension in Kazuki…not 'unwind' per se, but more rewind, slackening in some places, tightening in others. He was a tangle of things, the poor boy, and most of them he kept shockingly well-hidden. Some, though, came out in his body-language—she swore at one point he was going to crush that innocent teacup in his hands—and others still were there in his voice, in the little tremors and sighs, the pauses and, of course, the things he said. She was used to meeting people who held others to impossible standards. Kazuki was evidently guilty of that as well, but he also expected that same impossibility from himself. For how well-composed he'd been through the glitch, she guessed he was no stranger to the strain that must have beset him with. They might have been trapped in a strange world, but that didn't mean they'd left all their problems behind. It was their minds inhabiting Pariah, after all. You couldn't escape your own mind. ... You just couldn't. ... "Then don't convince them," she said, and brightened again. "Show them. Maybe you can't take back what you said, but there's an important difference between unsaying something, and undoing it. Or just doing, maybe. For example—" Seele plucked up another piece of the pastry and popped it into her mouth, chewed—"Mmh!"—and then gestured to the plate. "I've just eaten another bit, and now there's hardly any left for you. I can't undo that, I'll just have to live with the guilt. I could say ' I'm sorry, Kazuki, for eating your very tasty pastry,' —even though I'm not really, it was very tasty—or I could do something about it instead. Like, say, buy you another to replace it, or maybe bake you one myself, if you aren't averse to eating poison. "Am I making sense? I think I'm just rambling, sorry—again. My point is, the forgiveness isn't nearly as important as just making things right."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki's gaze lingered on the now-empty plate, a childish thought popping in his head as he held back the urge to pout. There were four pieces, did she really have to eat three of them? She was a guest, yes, but it was usually agreed upon that when sharing treats it was always best to be fair with it. He had initially bought it this morning as a sort of comfort food and had originally planned to eat it later, but he didn't have much to offer once they got here, and green tea was always best eaten with sweets. In hindsight, he should have only served half of it--at least that way he would've been able to still have half when Seele decided to be greedy and set an example. Still, Seele had a point, even if he lamented the loss of the treat. At the end of the day it didn't matter how he felt or what he said as the one and only goal of his was to survive. If that meant swallowing his pride despite his firm belief that he's right and resisting the urge to say 'I told you so' if one of them died due to that girl, then he supposed so long as it didn't personally affect him or Kazuma he might be able to deal with it. His original point of 'strength in numbers' rang true, and unfortunately that meant beggars couldn't be choosers. Once he finished his tea, he placed the cup down and muttered a small thanks before giving Seele his full attention once again. "It makes sense," He finally replied, standing up and taking the empty plates and kettle in hand. "I guess the next step is finding Graves, then. If I can get him to be agreeable, then the rest are likely to follow." He left them in the sink for the moment, returning to Seele. Then again, Graves had left because he thought the group was a time bomb. He stared at Seele for a moment, his mind working on something before he finally let out a sigh. He couldn't believe he was referring so much to her--she was dangerous. Was she a therapist? Maybe a counselor? It wasn't until now that he noticed how much he had opened up, or at least as much as someone like him could manage. Well, at least she wasn't annoying about it. "But if an apology didn't work, then what counts as 'making things right'?" He ended up asking, giving her a half-shrug. "I'm still firm in my belief and there isn't much that'll change my mind. I also explained the reason behind my logic and it got him even angrier." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie felt a bit strange, but it was probably the alcohol speaking to her, but it different from her usual behavior. She wasn't a party-type girl like all the other university students since they were too busy partying instead of working on their careers. In contrast, she was the opposite, and it's primarily because focusing on her future is better than having a hangover. However, something was a bit anxious about the whole situation, and it mostly was when Alex approached Jimmy and her. She was grateful to see Benkei returned to them for what happened between Graves and Kazuki. It helped that Alja was beside Benkei, which made her smile. In terms, she felt like the fight had to be about her. She was mostly confused about what Benkei wanted to say. It was clear on her face with the whole thing. She listened to Benkei's explanation, though it felt more like an introduction. It was clear on her face, shock, Kazuki and Kazuma were brothers this whole time. She did wonder how they knew each other so well, and this made much more sense. It didn't really help that she didn't know what the others were arguing about because of the close to have a mental breakdown again. However, it was pretty intense whatever the anger was about though. She didn't have that type of relationship with her older sister, it kind of hurt. It mostly made her realize one little thing, Kalie was forcing her ideals on her sister. She was happy that other sibling relationships were much better than Susan and her. When Kazuma talked of skills and other things and felt like he has already spoken to Sif, she probably got from it. She listened carefully to all the others talk about what they were doing or becoming for their career choices and other things. On her face as clear as day, she was a bit shocked to hear that Jimmy was going to the University of Kansas. She had looked into that university in particular but picked K-State instead. It took her a while to think about what Kalie was going to particular say, allowing Alja to speak her mind. She felt a world off her shoulders in hearing that Kelly was 19, as she was, and there were only a few twenty years old or seventeen years old. A right mix of things, it was comforting in all honesty, but Kalie did giggle slightly at hearing what Kelly/Alja said about calling her Alja for combat. She had a beautiful smile on her face, which is better than her crying. " Ooh, so we are going to introduce ourselves? I might as well join in since everyone else done so already." She started to wave herself off since it was so hot, and she feels a bit dizzy from the ale. " My name is Dawn Sara Hughes, who's 19 years old college student from K-State University in the United States, going to become an English Teacher. I don't know if that's going to help you." Dawn let out an exasperated sigh of hopefulness that things are changing for the better. She's a bit optimistic, but it's just how she is, but she can lose it now and then under extreme pressures. She cannot cope well, and it's primarily her relationship with her older sister. It took a bit and kind of felt a bit more at home slightly and remembered something. " Uh, you can call me Dawn or Kalie, I don't mind. Weirdly enough, I enjoy the profession I picked for this game. It helped me keep my plushie I kept as a little girl wholesome and together for my childhood memories. Also, Kelly, I like your name; it's neat."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Seele couldn't have been that naïve. Kazuki had probably been the least friendly out of their little crew. Not to mention friendship had never been a goal of his; what mattered right now was survival. This was beginning to make him wonder why this felt like more of a headache than anything else he had encountered, but any situation consisting of multiple people did tend to give him more trouble than he wanted. Robin's offer looked more and more appealing--at least he could burrow himself in his home there and never have to deal with anyone until he rode out all this. But if he went, he had a sneaking suspicion this girl would protest. Or worse, she'd follow him and convince Hammer not to let him in since he already had an obligation. He supposed the flexibility thing was less of a hassle, even if it wasn't his favorite solution. He did raise an eyebrow at skeptic--he was being practical, why could no one understand that?--but didn't comment on it. Well, he didn't have a choice. If he was going to put his money where his mouth was, then he needed to follow Seele's advice. He had faith in all but one but if they were going to insist on bringing that girl along then he didn't really have a choice. The decision was made for him. "Mhm. You're right about most of that, I suppose," He said, beckoning her to follow. "Let's go find Graves, then. If I get punched in the face, you can try to calm him down." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Mhm. You're right about most of that, I suppose." She'd take that every day of the week and twice on Sundays. It was a smidgen bittersweet that they were leaving already. They'd only really just gotten here and it was a lovely house, but she wasn't about to make herself into a speedbump on the road to mending the group back together. Seele got up and pushed her chair back in neatly, glancing around on habit to make sure there weren't any chores left undone. In Kazuki's house. God, maybe she did have a problem. "Right," she said, a bit absently, only just catching up to what he'd said. "I mean—oh, it won't come to that. But maybe we can keep a little space between you for…insurance's sake." She followed him out, and while he locked up the door, she cast her eyes out to the streets and thought. Rael had mentioned that Graves's errands would take him to Mystic Prophecy, though she wasn't sure if he was still going to be adhering to that schedule. He might just as likely be miles out of the city by now, but she chose to have a bit more faith in Rael than that. "I believe Graves was going to try and meet up with Priscilica, so we might have luck finding him at her guild hall." Her own errands for the day were going to bring her that way anyhow, she supposed. Still, the awkwardness wasn't lost on her. She turned back to Kazuki with an almost apologetic look on her face. "If it would be more…comfortable for you, I could try and get him to meet you outside."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Seele really was naïve if she didn't think that was a possibility. Of course, Kazuki would rather have her nearby in case it really did come down to blows, thought enough to slow down his stride a little. Unfortunately he was just as vulnerable in this world as he was in the real world, though at least there he could take a beating from regular people--Graves was about twice his width and had the strength to beat him senseless. Or as previously demonstrated in the dungeon, he could actually kill him. Graves could very well kill Kazuki. This was not something he had previously considered and did not help his steadily increasing anxiety. What a stupid emotion. Now that he thought about it, however, Seele's words really did ring true. This entire time Kazuki had operated on the grounds that they were all equal, but the truth of the matter was that they were far from it. Anyone that had chosen to go the tank or DPS route had the advantage if they relied on brute force to get what they wanted, whereas the casters and healers were at a disadvantage. Not to mention someone like Seele who didn't have any offensive capabilities. The thought was enough to make his blood run cold and he had to hold back a groan. No wonder Graves had told him he was a hypocrite, he was useless even compared to Kalie considering she was a DPS, and even a bad DPS was better than a squishy healer. At the mention of Priscilica, however, every other thought was tossed aside as he felt a weird pain in his stomach. No, it was in his chest. No, his throat. No, it was everywhere, he couldn't pinpoint it, but the urge to lose his lunch compounded with the feeling and his stride definitely slowed down. The one thing he knew was that he definitely shouldn't show his face at the guild hall. What if Luci was there? What if they were all there discussing his failure? That thought alone was enough to make him stop in his tracks, breathing suddenly becoming a hassle. He couldn't do it. His legs stopped of their own accord and no matter what he tried to do, he couldn't move. Was he dying? Was this more anxiety? Twenty four hours in this world and he was already crippled by something he scarcely felt. It was pathetic, but it was increasingly infuriating to fight. Years of shutting down his emotions and now he was a mess. Pathetic. "Are you sure that's where he is?" Kazuki asked, his voice a little quieter than usual. "I wouldn't want to make anyone uncomfortable." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- They'd all exchanged pleasantries, and the air of the tavern began to change from tense to relaxed again. Benkei did his part to treat his allies to food and drink, though kept his own servings simple: water, bread and meat. He was still in high school, after all, and did not want to break the "law" regardless of the rules of this world. "So, I suppose Rael went after Graves. But where is Seele?" "She went after Kazuki." "Does anyone have any idea where they all went?"' He frowned. "Kazuki could very well go back to his apartment in town, though I don't know if he would with Seele in tow." Was his brother secretly a casanova? Would he wine and dine and seduce the young witch? He knew his older brother was cooler and wiser than he, but was he also...in his popular phase? "I don't know where Graves and Rael could have gone. They're both loners, after all. The only others around here they possibly know are probably in Mystic Prophecy…"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse - Thorinn, Aetheria --- The concern was plain on his face. Luci being torn up was to be expected, but she'd fully isolated herself? That was dangerous. A mind alone with its grief was a terrible thing. She had nothing to anchor her. Nothing to stop her from sinking further underneath. Routine, human contact- these weren't just helpful in overcoming what Luci was going through, they were necessary. Andrew wasn't a therapist. He didn't know the Latin name for the exact phenomena she was experiencing. But he'd been there. He knew what it took to drag yourself out of the dark. "Shit." Graves let out a sigh from the depths of his breast. What was he supposed to do, here? He wasn't just a stranger- he was the target of her loathing. She'd never let him in. It had to be one of her friends, but...none of them were up to it. Leaves sounded damn near catatonic. Pris was trying to hold it all together but, really, she was only human. The support beams had been knocked out and the structure was groaning under the stress. Something was going to break-- and soon-- if the situation didn't change. The conversation shifted away from Mystic Prophecy and toward Graves' and Rael's team. 'Team.' They could barely stand each other. Just going over the bar argument again made his hand tense up- it took a moment's concentration to keep his choler from rising again. "Uh, could be better, I guess." He gave a humorless chuckle, propping his head up with an open palm. "Alja drunk herself to sleep yesterday n' got up n' started drinking again. Been alternatin' between yellin' at people n' passin' out, which is...great. Kalie's a mess. The archer, Alex? He's weirdly okay, even more talkative now than when we started. And Seele?" He shook his head in disbelief. "She's either a god damn superhero or a psychopath. Nothin' slows her down." The rest went unspoken of.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- With the sudden influx of wayfarers seeking refuge in Thorinn, it came as no surprise that the downtown market was utterly flooded with people. Denizens and players alike crowded the vendors, filling the air with a nearly-overwhelming cacophony of haggling, arguments, and occasionally a threat of violence. People were scared. They were hoarding. Food flew from the stands, alchemists were selling potions faster than they could brew them. The poor smiths, bless their hearts, would likely be working day and night for weeks to fill the orders they'd gotten in one afternoon alone. … It was disconcerting to Seele, if she was being honest. Thorinn was about to find itself with an abundance of wayfarers who were not only afraid for their lives, but who were also armed to the teeth. She hoped that in a few days' time they'd all settle down, and the bubbling tension wouldn't boil over into anything drastic. Well, really she hoped that in a few days' time this whole problem would be fixed, but it seemed a bit silly to imagine a timeframe for a problem so…grand in scale. Navigating the bustle wasn't easy, but they managed. Seele made note of a few bakeries along the way, pointing them out to Kazuki only to feel a bit weird about it afterwards. "Ah, sorry, I don't know why I'm acting like a tour guide. You're the one with a house here, you probably know the city better than I do. Thorinn is nice and all, but if I'm being honest, I think I've always sorta preferred the Theremian vale, or the Toraenis midlands." It felt a bit guilting to say out loud. She giggled. "Don't tell my pathos, though. What's yours, by the way? You don't strike me as the Drox type. Did you travel here from your starting kingdom?" … They came upon a clothier's shop that was relatively uncrowded, which she supposed made sense. There were probably better, cheaper places to buy materials, and she doubted fancy clothes were high on anyone's must-have list as it was. Nor was it on hers, either, and though she hadn't come for clothes, she did always feel a little bit guilty whenever she spent money on herself. But she really did not want another hat. "Oh, sorry, hold that thought just a moment. I'll be right back!" Seele vanished inside, leaving Kazuki alone—or as alone as anyone could be in a busy market—for what was, to her credit, as close to "a moment" as someone could reasonably expect. When she came back out there was nothing noticeably different about her apparel, but she seemed delighted nonetheless. Her hand rested on a handle jutting from the hip of the manifold layers of her robe, and she smirked with the closest approximation to "devilishness" that she was capable of. With a bit of flourish, she drew from its thin sheath something that might have at first glance been a kind of oddly-shaped rapier, but then with a click of some internal mechanism, revealed itself in a flapping of cloth to in fact be a simple, black parasol. She twirled it happily and let it come to rest against her shoulder, casting herself in its shade. … …sy… "Ah, there we go, much better. Thanks for indulging me, this'll make the sun much more bearable. And unlike that old hat, I can actually keep this in check if things get…exciting, let's say. But anyway, we were walking."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Thorinn definitely wasn't Kazuki's favorite place, either, the humidity was terrible. Not that the heat in Iblenar was any better, but he preferred the dryness, at least. He watched Seele point out a few places, wondering if she knew the city better than he did, although she ended up admitting she didn't know why she was doing what she did. Truthfully, he never knew why she did anything she did, but he didn't mind it. He did agree with her preferences, although before he could reply, she stopped them. He waited for Seele, deciding he may as well go over his assets. He couldn't access the menu anymore but he knew he had money all over the place, with the bulk of it in Iblenar. He had asked Robin to look over his house there, too, but would the rest of his places still be there if he went to the other city states? Someone could just as easily break into his homes without him ever knowing, and while he didn't have anything of value (aside from the pianos) he didn't know if they would be readily available. Not to mention if the sadist decided to throw on property taxes into the Cycle of Pain then the city was likely to also just seize it from him. Going forward he was just going to assume the world was going to bring every single pain in the ass the real world had, it'd just be easier for him that way. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a sigh, albeit he straightened up as Seele returned. He had assumed she was going to get another witch's hat, but she returned with something else. His mouth formed a small 'o' of surprise as she opened it. An umbrella? Or was it technically a parasol? Either way she seemed pleased with her purchase and they were able to continue on their way. Picking up where they left off, Kazuki nodded in response. Maybe she was from somewhere that didn't get a lot of sun. Her skin was pretty fair, so that was the assumption he would go with. "Maybe you could enhance it and use it as a weapon," He noted, pretending to swing something. Now that was a comical sight, imagining Seele thwacking someone with a flimsy umbrella only to send them flying. But he would continue as they walked. "No, I didn't start here, I started in Iblenar and my pathos is Queon," He decided to explain. "Once I got comfortable with the game I traveled a lot, ended up buying a place in every major city-state since it was cheaper than always staying at an inn and more convenient to store whatever I ended up crafting. I'd usually just wait for Benkei to call on me whenever he wanted to adventure, but otherwise I spent my time performing, crafting, and accompanying a friend who usually joined me for traveling." He hoped Robin's trip was going well, even though he couldn't have gone too far it would be a few days before he would likely hear from him. But he was talking too much about himself, he wanted to know more about her. "What pathos are you aligned with?" He asked. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie had taken notice of the conversation going on around her about dreams and hacking them. It made her a bit confused but with what Alja said, and after Jimmy interjected with what he said. She couldn't help out of her understanding since she was trying to become an English Teacher and has no experience with programming. In terms, Kalie had no real idea how they would deal with this anyway. It confused her as much as everyone else, and all she did was listen to the conversation between Alja and Alex. All this made little to no sense to her, in all honesty. She could try to live her life in the world they are stuck in now. It made the most rational sense to her in what she should do. The primary thing that made her want to chime in was what Jimmy said about treating this world as their own. It made little sense in trying to overthink every little detail to the fine details of what is going on. " I have to agree with you, Jimmy." Kalie had a slight headache from the reason it was hot, and she was slightly drunk, so she had to put her hand on her forehead. Add onto the headache was the massive amount of confusion she had. She tried to give what she wanted to the conversation, but it felt like she usually says when her being confused is higher than what's going on. It always hurts a bit trying to think of a reasonable response to the whole situation. However, she looks around and notices Benkei waving them over to join Sif and him. She got up from her seat and walked over to where Sif and Benkei is. All she does is smile at the two and take a seat since Benkei waved them over. She tries to cool herself off by waving her face down. There was probably a reason why Benkei waved them over, and she might as well have to ask. It took her a while before she decides to respond to Benkei. Her thoughts were everywhere, but the heat, the alcohol, and the confusion were getting to her. " This is so confusing to me. All this talk about everything goes over my head slightly. Got any insight to lessen my confusion, Kazuma?" It was a question, she supposed, since Alja and Alex's conversation didn't make much sense to her. In Alja's camp of what she said to Alex over what Alex said since it made little to no sense, she was now anyways. Dawn is smart but not smart enough to understand the core reasons or principles why they are in the world of Aetheria. As if they are apart of the world now, unlike what they were previously as players of a game. There was a massive disconnection right now, and she has no idea how to make sense of the situation. Hopefully, Kazuma has a better answer to lessen her confusion. ' All I want to do is deal with living in this world now. Until we can leave it, I suppose? Don't know if that's possible right now with the announcement that happened.'</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- " This is so confusing to me. All this talk about everything goes over my head slightly. Got any insight to lessen my confusion, Kazuma?" Benkei did his best to break down exactly what all the conversations were spiraling over. "Well, you know how the tagline of Pariah Online is Make Your Dreams Reality.. The peripheral connects us at apparently our REM levels of sleep, and puts us in a shared dream. I guess the main questions are exactly, how do you 'create' a dream, and also, how would someone 'hack' a dream." He looked around the room at both players and denizens. "I'm worried because at this point, this is no longer a game. There's no UI, our controls are strictly manual, and there's the problem with dying. At what point is it even worth calling this a game anymore? We experience pain, hunger, and...other natural things." When he'd asked a denizen where the toilet was, he'd received a fairly incredulous look. Before, they'd simply been avatars. But now? They actually had to use the bathroom. They would smell if they didn't bathe. Games didn't do that.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Benkei was waving her over. And, as she closed on that table, it seemed that he was talking about roughly the same thing she was. And her brain was bubbling over thinking about it. Something was nagging at her. What was that quote? Oh, right: When you remove the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. She remembered that from an English class in freshman year. Arthur Conan Doyle, right? She hadn't really liked it much, had never been one for reading, but that quote had stuck in her head ever since. A dream couldn't glitch, right? And anyway, like she'd already said, it was way too complicated and complete to be a glitch. And for god's sake, you couldn't hack one. Unless they'd figured out how to hack a brain, but that...seemed unlikely. And if it were true, dream-based video games seemed like weirdly small fish. So whatever was left over had to be the solution, yeah? And that would be very useful, she grimaced, if I had any idea what's left over. But she had no idea what it was. Not a glitch or a hack; so what was it? There was something important she was missing. Some fundamental piece of the puzzle that was the new Pariah crisis. Something with the software, or the hardware. She found herself wishing that she'd gone into programming or something along those lines; she might have a better idea what was happening. Still. Who knows, maybe Benkei—well, who knows what high schoolers can do, right? He could have some insight that she'd totally missed. As she arrived at their table, she slung herself down in a chair beside Benkei, throwing her legs off to the side and lounging exaggeratedly. "Man, what the hell's goin' on?" She stood again, pacing back and forth, gesticulating wildly. "And more important, what the hell're we gonna do?"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse -- Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Gonna be honest, didn't expect to see ya so soon." He stood stiff as a board just a couple feet out of the doorway, gaze flickering between all three of them. Soaking in their expressions, trying and failing to read them. Kazuki was awkward, distant- it was difficult to tell if he was cold or just struggled to show emotion. It was like Graves was trying to connect with a brick wall, or a lawyer. Seele and Rael were both silent; waiting for the conclusion to today's soap opera drama. Frustration made his muscles spasm, tense. Something about the Glitch had heightened everything, and it was overwhelming, even in a situation as low stakes as this. "I ain't mad at Ben. Guy's just...stickin' up for family. Get that." Every fist he'd ever thrown to protect Will when he didn't deserve it flashed through Andrew's mind. He shared Kazuki's sigh. "N' I get what you're sayin', too. Only reason we got as far as we did is 'cause we..." he paused, looking over his shoulder to Rael, "...had each other's backs." After a beat had passed Graves crossed the room in just a few, long steps. He stopped only a few feet from the bard, looking him in the eye. Searching them. They swam with an enigmatic grace that his insight couldn't penetrate. "You might annoy the shit out of me, n' I might still wanna kick your ass from time to time, but when I said I wanted everyone in," a hand moved up, grasping Kauzki's shoulder, "that included you." "I said some things to you earlier that I didn't really mean. I can be, uh, difficult, sometimes. N' for that I wanted to say I'm-" The word caught in a lump in his throat, like a frog refusing to be vomited up. It wasn't something he wanted to get in the habit of saying, but it felt like one'a those few times where it might be justified. "-I'm sorry."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki didn't expect to be here this soon, so they were both surprised. He'd be lying if he said he didn't already map out a few plans of escape the second he stepped in, but that wasn't the point. As Graves explained his understanding of Kazuma's actions, he wondered if he was just paying lip service or if there was something more to it. Maybe he could relate to it, considering how much Kazu would throw himself into fights it wouldn't be surprising to learn Graves was the same way. Still, as he spoke, Kazuki was reminded of why he wanted the guy on his side earlier. At the mention of Kazuki being included, that much actually surprised him, even if he didn't show it much. At the last part, however, he had to bite his tongue. As much as he wanted to insist it was earned--not a stretch considering he literally asked for it--he held back. What was important was getting everyone together and getting an actual plan of attack together, so it speak. Even if he figured he wouldn't be of much help, the very minimum he could do was shut up and go along. The conversation he had with Seele rang in his head; following her advice was probably best. Giving Graves a nod in understanding, he looked towards Rael, also remembering something. For now, he'd put it aside. "I'm also sorry. I was...selfish in the moment," He'd admit that much at least. As silence fell, he felt like he was supposed to say something else, but he was honestly clueless as to what else he could say. Looking back at Seele for a little help, he cleared his throat. "But...let bygones be bygones," He mumbled, a little embarrassed as he hastily thought of another conversation topic to avoid prolonging the awkwardness. "Though, if I can ask, what are you doing here? I can't imagine the members too happy to see any of us." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- A somber moment between friends ended abruptly as Graves jerked away. His attention shifted fully toward the tumultuous waters beneath them. Something was moving under there. It wasn't visible to the naked eye, but he could feel it: the hairs on his arms stood on end, his vision filled with black dots, and the rhythm of his heart beat louder and louder until everything else was drowned out. Three people, harrowed but alive. One of them was dragging the other two along on a mad dash toward the surface. It boggled his mind that someone would even attempt that sort of rescue, let alone get this far. He shoved his hands into the water, grabbing the lead swimmer, and hauled them up onto the stony surface. "Rael?!" Graves asked, bewildered, even as he helped her and then Kalie and Valena find their footing. They were all positively disgusting, yet alive. He couldn't ask for more than that. A rush of conflicting emotions hit him like a wall of sewage. Glad to see them safe. Angry as hell that Rael had nearly killed herself saving those two. Guilt at not having tried to do the same. Alja had shaken herself out of her pained stupor and gotten to work rallying everyone, trying to make sense of their situation and find a way out of it. A good idea, but he said nothing. He couldn't get himself to focus on practicality at the moment. After hesitating a beat, he decided to cross over to where Rael was standing, still recovering from her misadventure. "Hey," he whispered harshly, trying to contain his volume as to not interrupt the other conversation. "What the hell was that, you goddamned moron? You tryin' to die playin' hero? I thought you were-" He caught himself before continuing, swallowing the worst of his impulses. He didn't meant to berate. Didn't mean to lecture. It was hard to communicate what he did mean- maybe he didn't know what he meant at all. "I'm...glad you're okay. Stay okay."</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Why was he yelling? What was he yelling? Rael's palms pressed against the cold stone of the sewer floor as the tall American screeched at her about her playing hero. What? Did he prefer Kalie drown in the depths of the sewer because she had been about as caught off guard as most of them had been and didn't stick the landing for once in her life? Did he want the healer, who Alja apparently knew to some inherent level? It didn't make sense. Then it did. Nobody cares about you. He's yelling because you acted stupid again. Like with the bat. A familiar whisper in the back of her mind. But her own anxieties, her own inner self didn't make sense with what she was hearing. It confused her and she was still coughing up a good deal of water. Admittedly, it was a pretty stupid thing but he was glad she was okay? I mean, if she drowned the guy would be up Mt. Fuji without a parachute, or as the American expression went—up shit creek without a paddle. This group of theirs relied on her and it felt good. Seele tried to impart that she was a good person in the tavern in their conversation, a hero, but all she had done is dismiss it. What was heroism in a game of survival? If she was out there alone who knows how many people who didn't like her would string a rope around a tree just for a little revenge? Sometimes Hanako didn't even know how her own mind worked. "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" She smirked, deflecting her own internal thoughts as she pushed herself to her feet. "The elevator, huh?" She repeated as she channeled her magic as a gust of wind dried out her clothes and hair before she spat out some water from her mouth onto the ground before retying her hair into a loose ponytail. "Shouldn't be too hard to find." She commented though as she went to say another remark a distant, distorted shriek could be heard in the likely direction they would be heading. Her brows narrowed as she looked to Valena. "With our luck, we got another dire rat at..." Valena nodded. "The élévateur."</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" Rael gave a clever little retort just before walking away. She was good at deflecting. Good at hiding what was going on inside that thick skull of hers. It made Graves' blood boil. He could spill his guts to her and it could wash off her back like nothing at all. What was he supposed to get out of that? How was he supposed to interpret it? Maybe he hadn't expressed himself well. Maybe he didn't know how to turn the mayhem in his mind into words others could understand. What he'd actually said was almost cruel in its incoherence. Aggressive, contradictory, more a vomit of raw emotion than a conversation starter. But he meant it. He meant it, even if he didn't know how to say what he meant. 'Like you really know what you were even gettin' at,' he sneered. All he'd accomplished was pulling her closer with one hand while pushing her away with the other. It was like he'd forgotten how to be sincere. Like he'd woken up from a years long, narcissism-fueled haze that had stripped him of all memory of how to be a decent human being. Things were easier when he was on his own. Life was simple. Hard, perhaps, yet uncomplicated. Then he met seven idiots in a video game and everything went to hell. Graves had hoped things would be easier after that first week's...events...were behind them. They knew he cared about them, right? Maybe he hadn't said it to all of them, but he shouldn't have to. Not to her. Did his actions not make it clear enough? "Fine," Graves drew Alja's knife from his belt and started toward the tunnel entrance, desperate for some way to blow off steam. "Let's go kill ourselves more rats."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Despite the unproductive conversation, Kazuki decided he would take a little time to better organize his thoughts. He hadn't considered the impact on the environment the players would have, let alone the fact that the world would start to push back against them. It was a problem that was only going to escalate the more time went on. He almost regretted his vote, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his first instinct was to shove that thought deep down--he was too much of a coward to properly address that at the moment. Placing down the box of supplies, he let out a long sigh. It didn't look like Kazuma had come back just yet, though he might've been worried if he had locked himself in his room again. Wait a minute, if he was receiving the notice here, what about his other homes? He couldn't speak for any of them except for the one he loaned out to Hammer, but he figured she was kind enough to take care of it until he could show up over there. Most of his wealth was over there, too, now that he thought about it. All he needed to do was pay...whatever they wanted him to pay here to secure his home here and he could pay Hammer back since he had been planning on compensating her. Unfortunately, he would have to consider his other homes a loss. They were all furnished, but he only made one Grand Piano here and that was easily the most valuable item he made. Now that he thought about it, what was he going to do about income? He mostly performed for tips, but if the NPCs were negative about adventurers, then that money was probably going to dwindle. He did have a good amount here, but until he got back out there, he knew it wouldn't last more than a few months if he supported everyone, maybe more if he really started to pinch yen. He could definitely go back to crafting, but without Hammer's guild, he was probably going to have to start from the bottom. Staring down at the potions with contempt, Kazuki rolled his eyes. "This is actually stressing me out," He grumbled, his hand shaking his hair as he tried to get his thoughts together. No, this was something he was going to have to speak to everyone about at some point. He set about putting everything in place, stowing the box away just in case. The extra potions would eventually come in handy if he would stop being such a coward. Stepping out of his home, he made sure to lock the door before looking around, trying to decide where to go. He supposed he may as well try to find someone. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- As Kazuki took the first still somewhat unsteady steps back towards the tavern, Alja overtook him with a few long strides, cutting off his path. She didn't know in exact detail what had been eating him the past few days—she hadn't been there—but from his reaction to Graves' furious words after the ill-fated raid, she could guess. She'd been down in the rat dungeon for long enough that she'd hoped it had scabbed over. Stupid, you should've known that was BS. She'd just been in denial. She'd been upset. She was scared, and so she'd lashed out, been selfish, ignored it. Of course it hadn't scabbed. It had stayed open beneath the surface and gone rancid. And the longer a wound like this festered—the longer the guilt crawled through him—the worse it would become. A flash of recognition as cold and quick as a knife passed through her, and she laid a hand on his thin shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. When she spoke, her voice—like her grip—was gentle but firm. "Kazuki, you need to stop." She heard something echo in the back of her mind, a half-remembered woman's voice that spoke along with hers, as she grabbed his second shoulder as well. "If you keep on like this, you are going to destroy yourself." Even as she said it, she already knew it wouldn't do a damn thing. She knew full well how futile it was to just...tell someone to stop feeling that crushing weight. It would be easier to dam the ocean. So instead, keeping her grip, she shoved him out to arm's length, voice still calm and level. "I'm not Seele, so I can't treat you like she would." And all the words in the whole bloody world couldn't do a thing for you right now. "But I also can't stand by and watch your tear yourself apart over what happened, because nothing down there was your fault. So here's what we're gonna do." She let go of his shoulders, crossing her arms. "We're all four gonna walk into the Mystic Prophecy guildhall together, like you damn well deserve. And if Luci—if anybody blames you for a god damn thing when we're in there, you leave it to me." She gave him a soft smile. "I'm not gonna let you run away from your problems and hide away from the world. You're stronger than that. You're better than that. So c'mon. I'm behind ya all the way."</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand. Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone. As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] It was easier said than done. Still, it wasn't like Alja was going to let Kazuki get away at this point. To her credit, her words were logical and along the lines of encouraging. He stared at Alja for a second, though he didn't respond, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets. This was the pain of having to interact with people, wasn't it? Now that he thought about it, on top of every other problem they were having, Kazuki wasn't used to being this...social. If one could call it that, anyway. He didn't say much of anything, more focused on sobering up as he resumed the walk wordlessly. He wasn't expecting much out of this little trip, though that was more his pragmatism speaking. If Prisillica managed to rally people, maybe, but as far as he was aware, Aaginim's death still had the place pretty grim. It would be nice if he was surprised, but he wouldn't hold his breath. And even in the slight chance where things could be moving, Luci was still an obstacle. His own involvement aside, he was certain she held resentment towards their entire group in general. </s>
<\|description\|>Hanako Moriyama I R L Age - 19 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - University Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Rael Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Agility-based Tank Profession - Collector Weapon of Choice - Spear Domains - Lightning, Wind; Alteration, Enhancement, Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Greedy Specifically in the sense of materialism. It's not greed if she's the strongest and smartest person in the group. She deserves taking more than her share. She's stolen from other groups, she's tricked her own. It comes with the territory. It is a Dog Eat Dog world that is called Pariah Online, after all. Her own selfishness seems to ebb and flow, however; it's whether she wants to get something or someone else has tasked her to. Irreverent On a base level, Rael appears to not care about anything at all. Not in the sense of a slothful do-nothing, but more of a smug inciter. She loves stirring the pot and saying things without worry of eggshells. This goes into believing the virtual world gives her freedom to be who she wants to be without all of the traditional Japanese traditions and niceties. Self-Centered The expression "the center won't hold" doesn't apply to Rael. She loves having the spotlight on her. Being in her parents and her peers shadows her whole life has resulted in a wanton need to be respected, feared, or hated. It is why she trained herself to be a threat-generation character instead of taking the role of an elusive or supplementary damage role. The monsters will notice her. People will notice her; whether it's in or out of combat. B E N C H M A R K S Breaker of Storms Rael often finds herself at the eye of the storm. Effective with the primordial element of lightning, Rael has unlocked advanced spells when utilizing it with her weapon of choice. This includes access to agility buffs, weapon-casted storm bolts, and a shockwave of sound reminiscent of thunder itself. She is also resistant to lightning spells as a result. Elusive Combatant Rael's playstyle is about creating constant pressure to keep the attention of her enemies away from the view of others. She is dexterous, using her agility and attack awareness to duck and weave through combat. Doing this enough times in conjunction with her advanced combat abilities with the spear has allowed her to see things a step faster and react quicker; almost like a sixth sense. Herbal Savant For toxicologists and alchemists, herbalism is the key to understanding the world; for Rael she just rather know if a field of flowers are toxic, carnivorous, or a non-issue and while she has little interest in making potions, she does find the creation of poisons a bit more apt to her interests. As such Rael has a basic fundamental knowledge of the common and uncommon variants of herbs that grow throughout the world. Venomous Apprentice The study of poisons is fundamentally to manipulating your opponent in the long term and Rael knows it. Whilst she has not put countless of months into the creation of poisons and other toxins, she has put some time into it and thus can create decent grades of the craft with some competency. \| Physical Description Hanako Moriyama is a normal Japanese girl. Standing at 5'2" she is spectacularly average among her peers at Tokyo University. Her frayed, unkempt brown hair has been dyed a sharper red-brown, though it hasn't made her stand out at all. Just another face in the crowd. Often seen with her head buried in a tablet or laptop, most people find Hanako concerning. Her family worries that she'll fall into the habits of a NEET. She certainly has the look; wide-brimmed glasses and all. However, in Pariah Online the meek, shy, introverted Japanese girl is not present. In her place is Rael, a shifty thief and dungeoneer, who takes pride in everything she does. No glasses. An athletic build in place of a meek one. Still short, but agile. It's pretty much the ultimate fantasy. Where some people envision themselves as someone taller or some other thing, all Rael wanted to see herself was the personification of a fantasy world chad. Bold, promiscuous, cunning, dangerous. Her irreverent personality is her default mode in the world of Pariah Online, often insulting others or trying to provoke them with a smug smile across her lips. The ideal, true inner self. Character Conceptualization Rael is a problem. But she's also a problem solver. Very early into the first year of the virtual world Rael discovered the denizens, the NPCs that inhabited the world, had many needs. This was where she found herself in lieu with unsavory characters such as Malacius Secre who had a desire for the dungeons to not only be dealt with but for certain items inside them be transferred to his hands instead of that of any fraternity or noble house. This pissed off many people, whom Rael often bragged to before making off with many items. Eventually it led to Rael having a black mark on her name, but guilds who refused to group up with her found themselves soon realizing that she was quickly becoming one of the more adept dungeoneers in the world. Rael certainly believed she was the best and it cemented her reputation further. The reputation of the wayfarer everyone hated, but intrinsically always wanted on their side. It became a strange double-sided sword of sorts. When she saw a double-cross coming, she enjoyed the thrill of it. She was a 'tank' who focused on agility and dexterity. To dodge and weave as her spear did short work of anyone who tried anything funny. Rael was confident she would always win a battle of attrition and while such a thought is hilariously overcompensating, it seems so far she has been mostly right. It always seems to be she's there… right when she's needed. She likes that. She likes that a lot. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Bolt TBD Heaven's Impact TBD Recall Using the little Alteration Magic she knows, Rael calls out to her weapon, returning it to her hands. Spring Step An Enhancement Magic ability that draws from ambient arcane energy to be drawn into the caster's legs for quick cat-like reflexes in a pinch. Allows a user to do an uncanny dodge or advance that is increased by the amount of magical energy used. Rael can use up to level four of this ability. Stormbreaker TBD Storm's Lament TBD Thunder Clap TBD Titan's Wrath TBD Other Information \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Well, there was definitely one person that worried him more than Graves and Rael. The Augustine chick radiated the same energy a lot of his high school's mean girls' clique, and Kazuki immediately made a note to steer clear. Anyone that would willingly roleplay an asshole was usually bad news, anyway. Did that mean they now had three problem players? Well, he was sure Kazuma could handle it. At the very least someone else demanded his attention right now: the red head saying things he understood in his native language. He still didn't know how the whole language thing worked, but anytime he found his fellow countrymen, it was always a nice surprise. It was also a good heads up to let him know Kazuma couldn't just scold him in Japanese without drawing more attention than usual. However, even that wasn't important: what was important was that Kazuki was presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, something that only ever happened once in a blue moon, like a shooting star, or a bully getting their comeuppance. Outwardly, Kazuki wasn't any different than usual, though he did take a few steps to get as close to Rael as he could. Leaning in close, he made sure that she was the only one that could hear what he was saying: "はじめまして、ラエルちゃん." Even if he wasn't one hundred percent certain of its effectiveness, he was sure of one thing for sure: this was definitely going to do something. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Why's everything gotta be a pain?' Graves bitched and moaned to himself one last time before getting off his ass and approaching his party. Though he'd kept his distance before he'd been listening all the while: Benkei was getting to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses. Then he went on to formulate a battle strategy based on that. The foresight he showed was appreciated- he picked out their weakest players and paired them up with someone capable of pulling that extra weight. Even gave up main tanking-- something most were loathed to do-- because he fit in better elsewhere. 'Guess you're not entirely shit, kid. Well done.' Not that he'd praise him so openly. No, Graves just walked up-- avoiding Rael as best he could-- and offered him an approving nod. "I've seen worse. Gimme a wide berth n' I'll get us through no problem." He glanced over to Seele, who'd be his backup. She might not be the typical healing support, but that was fine. Graves could handle that himself. In fact, her build was almost perfectly suited to compliment his. Taking a couple steps in her direction he held up a fist toward her. "Ready to kick some as-...?" His arm fell limp as his gaze shifted alongside everyone else's in the room. They might've been off in the corner but Aaginim was far from subtle about it. He had dropped down onto a knee, pulled a ring from his pocket and proposed to Luci. Right there. In-game. In front of everyone. Graves shifted between his feet, terribly uncomfortable even just watching from way over here. It was the kind of thing you'd see somebody do at the park, or the plaza, or in one of those fancy restaurants he could never afford to eat at. But Aaginim chose this grungy little tavern made of code instead of brick. Was that cheesy and awful? Or maybe it was weirdly romantic? There was that pang in his chest again. It was some mixture of embarrassment at their display of public affection, an anxiousness to move on from it, and a dash of jealousy. They'd managed to find happiness, real happiness. That was a rare, terribly precious thing, in Andrew's mind. They had better hold onto it, and to each other, for as long as they could. The world needed a little more color in it. "Aww, ain't that the cutest thing?" He grinned wistfully, arms crossed over his chest. A few moments passed before he looked around at the rest of the group, realizing how stupid he must've looked. "What!? I have a soul too."</s>	<\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It's nice to meet you, Rael-chan. The condescending remark in her native tongue was probably self-earned, but Rael didn't feel as sharp as she usually did nor as spiteful. Hard to be when some moron decided to propose in the middle of a wayfarer's hall. Of all the times and places, Rael couldn't quite understand it. It was cute and some part of her kind of envied that kind of thing. Everyone's eyes were on Aaginim and Luci, but what really confused her the most about it was that Aaginim had tried to be as subtle as possible about it, dropping to one knee in a corner when everyone was huddled elsewhere going over battle-plans. Why didn't he want everyone to notice? Why not do it right after the team composition announcement? Part of her wanted to know, but part of her just wanted to be in Luci's position. Though Japanese proposals were a little less bombastic. "はいはい." Rael remarked under her breath to the lanky healer, as her eyes looked onward at Aaginim and Luci. Surprisingly Graves shared her sentiment, or at least in some part. She had turned to look at him when he said he found it cute. She felt flushed. Wait. Why was she thinking all stupid and weak? She mentally shook herself out of it. Why did she feel a little drunk and why was it sticking with her? "Good for them." She managed as she gathered her bearings. "I'm so—" She caught herself, what the fuck was she saying? She was sorry? For the ale? Was her idiot brain working correctly? She coughed quickly. "—I mean everyone's got a soul. Doesn't make anyone special." It wasn't the most ideal save, but she had to quickly show herself as the awesome tank that people either feared or hated. There was no room to show weakness. She was weak in the real world as Hanako and she needed to keep Hanako buried deep even if part of her was looking at Graves like a stupid idol in a band or movie. She was attracted to his type but not ever had she ever acted flirtatious in Pariah Online outside to gloat or mess with people; to catch them off-guard. She looked back at the bar as if on instinct. Did the ale she had been drinking actually been making her act out of it? Did the Pariah Online devs patch in actual drunkedness after a year of having the alcoholic drinks do nothing to players when they consumed it? She crossed her arms as she considered the thought, her eyes still on the bar as she said her final comment. "You've got a decent plan, Benkei. I like it."</s>

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<\|description\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Species: (Ageless Due to A Dragon Wish) Human Age: Stopped counting past the third century. Appears to be 14. Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Yaksha, like the spirits he borrowed his nickname from, is dual natured. Usually behaving like a gentle refreshing breeze of goodwill and politeness, his soothing smile betrays a deep dark abyss of enduring despair that has been going for millenia. Indeed Yaksha is no stranger to malice and cruelty, and has lived for so long, he is all but a cynic deep down at this point, knowing that everywhere in existence, sentient beings are more than often mediocre or scum. Even so, his unnatural lifespan has granted him a god's wisdom, and deep beneath it, he still hopes and cherishes the small miracles that pepper creation. It is mayhaps the sole reason why he has not commited suicide yet, despite being unable to age. Bio: Once upon a time, where lands were ruled by tribal kings, wars were fought with spears and laws were engraved on stone, a certain prince was born out of the favored concubine at the time. Said prince was said to embody the beauty of the kingdom, and even his own mother became enthralled with it. As the prince grew, the mother whispered into the King's ears for him to scourge the land and find a method to preserve beauty. Kingdoms were plundered. Wars were waged. And after years of bloodshed, the legend of the dragonballs came forth. Mystical peerless artifacts that could grant any wish. They were used, and the foolish concubine wished for eternal youth upon her 14-year old son, a decision she would come to regret. For the kingdom was spent, and soon fell to the combined forces of all the other kingdoms and factions the King and his concubine had opposed. In the ensuing chaos, Dimsum managed to escape, only to find the folly of it all. What was the use of being a eternally cute teenager, in this dog-eat-dog world? His heart darkened, and turned to obscure arts. He became a recluse, a mystic of magic known as the Yaksha. No less than two centuries passed in his studies, when a question gnawed at his mind. What were the dragon balls? Where did they come from? Eventually, he found a clue in the Korin Tower, and also a major roadblock. A magician could simply not compete with the martial arts of the guardian of the tower, and thus had to retrain himself from the ground up to an acceptable level. Still, thanks to the selfish wish once formulated by his mother, he had no worries about playing it slow and steady, and eventually he managed to gain a good foundation that allowed him to progress to the next level. There, he met Kami, the creator of the dragonballs, that said in no uncertain terms that the wish he had been subject upon could not be undone, and therefore, that he had to live his life without ever growing up. However, as a small consolation, he took the fledgling Yaksha as his aide, and trained him further into the mysteries of life, existence, and martial arts. Yaksha thus became a gopher of the guardian of Earth, and therefore did his bidding to save the earth from the destruction and suffering caused by Demon King Piccolo and other mortals. However, eventually, their gazes turned outside to the encroachment of the Emperor of the Universe, Freeza, and his minions, who had discovered that Earth harbored dragon balls. Kami ordered Yaksha to round up a group of peerless warriors to train like they had never before, and even allowed Yaksha to make use of the Other World's training facilities under King Kai. All stops were pulled, and even Piccolo was reunited with Kami to face the new threat. They even recruited the android genius Dr Gero. The war was short and brutal, but at the end of the day, a narrow victory was achieved as Freeza was driven off, at the cost of losing Kami, Piccolo, the dragon balls, and everyone but Yaksha, alongside with two thirds of the population of the planet. Yet, life went on, even in this grim world, and Yaksha found himself with the prospect of trying to find a new Kami. It would not last long, as in a few years, another threat loomed. Freeza had returned. But alongside him... the wizard known as Babidi, who eventually revived the monster known as Majin Buu. The situation was dire. With no allies left, Yaksha tried a last stand against the forces that would destroy the planet... ...only to be pulled out of his timeline by the Supreme Kai of Time. This made Yaksha somewhat dejected, but he knew better than to antagonize a Supreme Kai. Techniques: * Magic: Dimsum was originally a mystic, and while a lot of knowledge is now rusty, he can still pull some magical stuff. + Magic Materialization: Can create his own clothes out of nowhere. Fancy + Mystic Healing: Better than a Senzu bean. It does require time, and he has to lay his hands on the target, leaving him wide open. + Shapeshifting: Can alter his appearance, but this doesn't change his power. * Expert Ki Sensing: Having been trained by Kami, Yaksha can sense ki exceptionally well, and can to a degree identify the hostility in targets much like namekians (although his version is still less refined than that of slug people). His area sensing is particularly wide. * Vajra: Vajra is a massive ki blast technique that can be executed in two ways. One handed it behaves like a homing lance with heavy firepower, two handed sacrifices homing abilities for sheer raw power and can be considered a finishing technique on its own, with decent piercing capabilities. * Kamuy (Kaioken): A technique Yaksha devised by himself, before finding out King Kai had his own version in stock. Yaksha's version does make use of his fine ki sensing and control and allows a slightly better yield. * Kai Kai: Learned this technique for his cooperation in dealing with Majin Buu and his relation to Kami and the Supreme Kais. Can teleport without the restrictions of Instant Transmission through different worlds. * Flight: His can be ki or magic flavored. Magic flavored is slower, but it can be useful if he's drained of ki. Transformations: Other Info: Looks pretty in a dress. Yaksha is extremely xenophobic towards the races that served under Freeza.</s> <\|message\|>Ovaan Ovaan @IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred "...I think even the worst of us is capable of growth." Those words stood out to him the most, though not necessarily because Ovaan agreed. He'd seen far too many atrocities in his time - and in fact had actually been the one committing said atrocities in many cases - to bring himself to agree with such a sentiment. It was a nice sentiment, to be sure. But still just a sentiment. Reality tended to be much harsher than that, and true to reality, some people were just simply beyond saving. And sure, it might be easy for him to think of only Freeza but... the whole truth of it was much harder than that. Ah, but now it seemed there was some squabbling to be silenced. Thankfully, though, it seemed as though Ovaan didn't have to do much apart from simply having Velona's back in the event that things went south. They, however, did not. That boy sure did prove himself to be quite the loudmouth though, didn't he? He may have provided the initial answers that Ovaan had sought after so much, but beyond that he was not proving himself to be a very likable fellow. Quite a feat, when he was in the company of a man who helped enslave entire planets in the name of Freeza. But all of this wasn't what concerned Ovaan. He needed some clarification, and now that the Kai was up and about it seemed like a good time to ask, "Excuse me... Supreme Kai, was it?" he asked, unable to recall what her full title was. He offered a short bow regardless, for the sake of etiquette of course, "If I'm understanding things correctly, then I believe I am also correct in assuming that you brought us here to aid you in some way? That much is clear to me, but what is not clear to me is how much help any of us could possibly be against a foe who reportedly destroys entire universes seemingly on a whim. Might I inquire for further clarification on this matter?"</s> <\|message\|>Titanius @Chev@KillamriX88@AtomicNut@Chev Titanius [M-3] Titanius was making sure to keep his eyes and ears open to everything that was being said and shown to them. The first real good piece of information came from the Kai. She mentioned a 'Dimensional Scanner' that told her Tabaga had the same energy signature as that which had struck Conton City, which had to be the name for their current location. She then showed them a recording of a past event in Tabaga's life where she was fighting some black armored troopers with a fellow Saiyan. From the Kai's response it seemed a good guess that those troopers were the source of said energy signature. Unfortunately Tabaga was not in the best state of mind as she started to turn her anger on the Kai. The human decided to step in a rather, rude manner but before he got himself in trouble he did manage to pick up on him mentioning them being stuck in a pocket dimension. Now this was serious news, if true it meant they were stuck here, with the only person able to potentially get them out being the Kai before them. The blindfolded one quickly intervened however though not before Tabaga grabbed the young boy by the neck and nearly killed him, thankfully the other woman's words managed to get through and the Saiyan got herself under control. It was almost as if her inner Oozaru had tried to leak out in a rage, despite there being no moon to trigger it. She manged to calm down and even introduced herself to the group, things perhaps could actually progress now. The Acrosian[Freiza Race] quickly got to the heart of the matter, about why they had been plucked from their universes and what could be done about a universe destroying threat. Now if the force truly had the power to just destroy Universe's on a whim, then frankly there was nothing that could be done, but there had to be a mechanism at work that was being exploited. No matter how strong something was there was very little chance for it to have the power to actually wipe out an entire universe, maybe destroy all matter but not to destroy the fabric of reality itself. The question was how were they or it, destroying entire universes? While he was sure to keep his audio processors open to hear the Kai's answer Titanius now had a golden opportunity to meet a species he had never encounter before or access data of. Seeing the danger had passed, he stepped up beside Tabaga and faced the blindfolded one, Velona. She truly was quite a unique individual and now his curiosity was overflowing. "Thank you for your calm intervention Velona that helped diffuse the situation. It is quite encouraging to see someone making rational decision. My designation is M-3 but I have taken on the name Titanius." He had no way to know what kind of greeting ritual her species employed so he opted for a slight bow rather than something as forward as a handshake. "So are you blind or is there some other reason that you are wearing a blindfold." Tossing aside any potential ice breakers or small talk, he quickly went straight to the foremost question on his mind to try and sate his own inquisitive tendencies. He still had a lot to learn about natural organics, especially in the social department.</s> <\|message\|>Darbin @IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred "At the end of the day the only thing that matters is our purpose here. I don't know anything about you saiyans, and other creatures but I certainly doubt that a Supreme Kai of all people would be present if not for a serious event. Though I've never met one in person until now I have heard tales from my higher ups of them intervening in particularly dangerous situations. Rare as they were." Darbin said unperturbed by the others talk, and mannerisms. He held his hands folded across his chest He took a deep breath and considered the situation all this talk of dimensions, and other nonsense was above his head. He wasn't the type to consider anything about timelines, or whatever that was at stake but a galaxy wide threat? That was at least something tangible he could grasp. "If there is a threat in hand I have no problem working with the others to stop it. Simply put if something must die then I will do my best to kill it. At the end of the day I am a soldier getting my hands a bit dirty never bothered me quite one bit." Darbin commented as he cracked his neck. "If I'm called upon to use my talents to save instead of destroy it is just another day for me. Die, or find victory are two sides of a coin I'm firmly aware of though I doubt this enemy will be thrown at us directly...no commander ever fights their own battles." Darbin stated rather plainly as he couldn't help but wonder...there were species here like the pink thing, the android, and 'Frost Demon', if that's what they even were called being exceedingly rare rulers of particular worlds in his 'timeline'. Were these species exclusive to certain sectors? Or were they being lied too?</s>	<\|message\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Yaksha wasn't terribly surprised when the Saiyan woman further exploded into violence. Whatever, he really needed to get it out of his system. And here he was, being strangled. It made his neck a bit sore, actually. Maybe he should have turned into an eel to escape, though? Though it wasn't as much as life threatening as it would look like. He had faced this level of power, and this kind of situation before. He had prevailed before them. A newborn super-saiyan these days wasn't enough to put down the iron-hearted protector of Earth, keeper of Kami's throne down in the slightlest. If anything her vacant smile of despair and cockyness met a raised eyebrow and a cold stare, a sort of expression of pity with disappointment. Tch, Saiyans. Love to always solve their problems with their fists. He sighed, as he hardened enough with his Ki so even the tightest squeeze of the mad Saiyan would not even be much of a consequence. It was done in a careful, minute manner. There was no need to flare up his power and go gung ho over this stupid scuffle, more than he did though. It was no secret he'd been venting out his frustration, ever since the Kai had told about his universe's fate. He stood up after the seemingly near-lethal ordeal, and flexed his neck, testing the range of movements. "Whatever." He dismissively said to Tabaga. Fools did not deserve a further answer. His ears perked up to the Supreme Kai's plea as he made a slight nod. "As you command." He whispered back. When all was said and done, he had to wait. The Freeza guy had asked what kind of help this rag tag team could bring. "I do have the distinct feeling we are all what she could find in time." He commented before the Kai, leaning against some debris, his eyes closed and arms folded. Fuck, when was the last time I had some tea or food? I really miss Gine these days. She was a real sunshine, unlike these other saiyan beast women here. Only saiyan I ever liked. Pity that Dabura killed her.</s>
<\|description\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Species: (Ageless Due to A Dragon Wish) Human Age: Stopped counting past the third century. Appears to be 14. Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Yaksha, like the spirits he borrowed his nickname from, is dual natured. Usually behaving like a gentle refreshing breeze of goodwill and politeness, his soothing smile betrays a deep dark abyss of enduring despair that has been going for millenia. Indeed Yaksha is no stranger to malice and cruelty, and has lived for so long, he is all but a cynic deep down at this point, knowing that everywhere in existence, sentient beings are more than often mediocre or scum. Even so, his unnatural lifespan has granted him a god's wisdom, and deep beneath it, he still hopes and cherishes the small miracles that pepper creation. It is mayhaps the sole reason why he has not commited suicide yet, despite being unable to age. Bio: Once upon a time, where lands were ruled by tribal kings, wars were fought with spears and laws were engraved on stone, a certain prince was born out of the favored concubine at the time. Said prince was said to embody the beauty of the kingdom, and even his own mother became enthralled with it. As the prince grew, the mother whispered into the King's ears for him to scourge the land and find a method to preserve beauty. Kingdoms were plundered. Wars were waged. And after years of bloodshed, the legend of the dragonballs came forth. Mystical peerless artifacts that could grant any wish. They were used, and the foolish concubine wished for eternal youth upon her 14-year old son, a decision she would come to regret. For the kingdom was spent, and soon fell to the combined forces of all the other kingdoms and factions the King and his concubine had opposed. In the ensuing chaos, Dimsum managed to escape, only to find the folly of it all. What was the use of being a eternally cute teenager, in this dog-eat-dog world? His heart darkened, and turned to obscure arts. He became a recluse, a mystic of magic known as the Yaksha. No less than two centuries passed in his studies, when a question gnawed at his mind. What were the dragon balls? Where did they come from? Eventually, he found a clue in the Korin Tower, and also a major roadblock. A magician could simply not compete with the martial arts of the guardian of the tower, and thus had to retrain himself from the ground up to an acceptable level. Still, thanks to the selfish wish once formulated by his mother, he had no worries about playing it slow and steady, and eventually he managed to gain a good foundation that allowed him to progress to the next level. There, he met Kami, the creator of the dragonballs, that said in no uncertain terms that the wish he had been subject upon could not be undone, and therefore, that he had to live his life without ever growing up. However, as a small consolation, he took the fledgling Yaksha as his aide, and trained him further into the mysteries of life, existence, and martial arts. Yaksha thus became a gopher of the guardian of Earth, and therefore did his bidding to save the earth from the destruction and suffering caused by Demon King Piccolo and other mortals. However, eventually, their gazes turned outside to the encroachment of the Emperor of the Universe, Freeza, and his minions, who had discovered that Earth harbored dragon balls. Kami ordered Yaksha to round up a group of peerless warriors to train like they had never before, and even allowed Yaksha to make use of the Other World's training facilities under King Kai. All stops were pulled, and even Piccolo was reunited with Kami to face the new threat. They even recruited the android genius Dr Gero. The war was short and brutal, but at the end of the day, a narrow victory was achieved as Freeza was driven off, at the cost of losing Kami, Piccolo, the dragon balls, and everyone but Yaksha, alongside with two thirds of the population of the planet. Yet, life went on, even in this grim world, and Yaksha found himself with the prospect of trying to find a new Kami. It would not last long, as in a few years, another threat loomed. Freeza had returned. But alongside him... the wizard known as Babidi, who eventually revived the monster known as Majin Buu. The situation was dire. With no allies left, Yaksha tried a last stand against the forces that would destroy the planet... ...only to be pulled out of his timeline by the Supreme Kai of Time. This made Yaksha somewhat dejected, but he knew better than to antagonize a Supreme Kai. Techniques: * Magic: Dimsum was originally a mystic, and while a lot of knowledge is now rusty, he can still pull some magical stuff. + Magic Materialization: Can create his own clothes out of nowhere. Fancy + Mystic Healing: Better than a Senzu bean. It does require time, and he has to lay his hands on the target, leaving him wide open. + Shapeshifting: Can alter his appearance, but this doesn't change his power. * Expert Ki Sensing: Having been trained by Kami, Yaksha can sense ki exceptionally well, and can to a degree identify the hostility in targets much like namekians (although his version is still less refined than that of slug people). His area sensing is particularly wide. * Vajra: Vajra is a massive ki blast technique that can be executed in two ways. One handed it behaves like a homing lance with heavy firepower, two handed sacrifices homing abilities for sheer raw power and can be considered a finishing technique on its own, with decent piercing capabilities. * Kamuy (Kaioken): A technique Yaksha devised by himself, before finding out King Kai had his own version in stock. Yaksha's version does make use of his fine ki sensing and control and allows a slightly better yield. * Kai Kai: Learned this technique for his cooperation in dealing with Majin Buu and his relation to Kami and the Supreme Kais. Can teleport without the restrictions of Instant Transmission through different worlds. * Flight: His can be ki or magic flavored. Magic flavored is slower, but it can be useful if he's drained of ki. Transformations: Other Info: Looks pretty in a dress. Yaksha is extremely xenophobic towards the races that served under Freeza.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga The Kai listened to the concerns that were brought up and did her best to answer them as best she could. She wasn't exactly sure what awaited them in Tabaga's universe since the Dimensional Scanner couldn't read into the universe itself, all it could say was that Tabaga's universe was still intact. "But we're just the victims of all this. How are we supposed to know what to look for? How are we supposed to recognize something important even if we do see it? We're going to a completely different universe," for most of them anyway, "everything is likely to seem strange to us to begin with. I do hope your plan extends beyond sending us there in the first place." "Right now, we're simply going to go into Tabaga's universe and see what we're dealing with and that's it. I don't want any of you to engage in any fighting with anyone or anything. I believe the term a few of my time patrollers often used was "Recon". As far as I'm concerned you'll be staying for less than ten minutes. The Dimensional Scanner can't look into her universe for some reason, all it's been able to say is that Tabaga's universe is intact." "I'm not especially looking forward to running into people asking me what I'm doing with saiyans for example. My people tend to be aggressive warriors in my universe, and we don't get along with saiyans. I bet Tabaga's version of my people are either completely different, or very similar. I'm just worried about the dynamics of our team. I mean no offense to those who are here." Tabaga finally spoke up after Darbin finished speaking. "Sorry to break it to you big guy, but before I was brought here I'd never seen one of your people as a threat to the saiyans before in my life. We were actually on pretty good terms with your people. One of you actually set up shop on Planet Vegeta as a shopkeeper before the end. And remember, the enemy we were fighting back in my home universe didn't leave survivors. They would just burn all life from a world and then move onto the next. I honestly doubt we'll find anything alive in my universe but I'm tempted to indulge the Kai here."</s> <\|message\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Yaksha finished sipping his coffee, paying no heed to the display of gluttony of others that had been lured by the buffet. At least that seemed to pacify some people, which was integral to building spirit. Yet to his surprise, a Saiyan out of all things, had not even tried to touch the entincing food. The same saiyan that had grabbed his neck earlier. Good grief, such a troublemaker... always standing. He took a piece of bread and gnawed it without much care and manners, eating aggressively as ideas were traded back and forth. He was annoyed by several things that had been sail. He chewed and gulped and then he spoke. "What do we know is these are a multiversal army, with enough troops to overthrow a multi-planetary regime. Even if Saiyans are known to ape it when it comes to management, they probably have enough enemies to drown us in a tide of never ending battles. We are few. They are many. And well equipped. We can't fight them on even ground." "So we will use wits and smarts, and use any piece of information we can find." Yaksha said. "Besides..." "What they have done to all of us, doesn't deserve an easy way out. I want to crush them so badly, deny their grandiose plans, and make them die, cursing in fear and confusion. Such is a fitting end for those who crush Universes worth of people. Regardless of our background, or how mismatched we are, we are avengers now. Our fists carry the conviction of trillions of deaths. We cannot afford a misstep." Yaksha said. "Our first stop should be a peculiarity of any given Universe. A place that is unbreachable, even for those who can use Instant Transmission, unless they somehow gain the ability to sense godly ki. From that place, one can sense the entire universe. " Yaksha said, taking a slurp of juice absently-minded. His throat was a little dry. "The World of the Supreme Kais. Perhaps we might find others who we can liason with." He paused. He sincerely wished more Kais were alive, but even that was doubtful. "Regardless of it, if one does know the technique that attendants of Supreme Kai learn, we could instantly move to any point of the universe back and forth, and use that place as vantage point." "Fortunately, Lady Chronoa is the second Supreme Kai I have the pleasure to work with. So I do know said technique."</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga The Kai smiled at Yaksha's words and began inputting commands into the Dimensional Scanner. The device flashed green twice and a soft beeping sound began to fill the air as a moment later, a large swirling greenish-blue portal appeared in front of the group. "As you can see, the portal is now open and the time is now." She said simply. "Remember, I just want you all to take a quick look around and if you see anything or anyone that looks hostile, Do. Not. Fight. It. Your mission here is to observe and that's it." Tabaga slowly rose to her feet and stepped towards the portal and took a deep breath. "I'm not expecting home to look like anything I remember. But at the least maybe I'll be able to put some demons to rest." She said quietly as she stepped though the portal and it shimmered slightly behind her.</s> <\|message\|>Maize Maize finished scuffing down what she could when it became clear that it was time to go. She didn't care much for the conversation before and didn't care much for the Kai's Observe Only order. She started walking towards the shimmering green-ish blue purple and turned her head to look at the Supreme Kai. "No promises. Recon missions don't typically stay recon for long. I'll at least try to punch answers out of them if it comes to it." Before Lady Chronoa could object Maize walked through the portal causing it to shimmer once more behind her.</s> <\|message\|>Titanius Titanius [M-3] Titanius drank in as much information as possible, which did include the food as well, though only a sampling of each item just to taste test everything. There was some more talking but then at last things were starting to move forward. A portal was opened by the Supreme Kai through which his sensors failed to pick up anything, no doubt the transference into another universe being the key problem. "Information is the key element we lack at the moment and so prioritizing recon is a must." He said it as a reminder, but he had no idea if anyone in the vicinity would heed his words, pure organics tended to be rather emotionally based after all. Maize's statement upon entering the portal did pose quite a few problems but there was nothing to do about it now. The main objective was to try and figure out by what mechanism the enemy was destroying universes and what was preventing them from doing so in this one. A tall order to be sure but most likely the answer would be hidden in a location not obliterated by the enemy. With his main objective firmly planted in his mind, he stepped through the portal and found himself...</s>	<\|message\|>Dimsum AKA "Yaksha" Yaksha urged the temptation to facepalm. Chronoa should not have asked the help from any saiyan whatsoever. He was being proven right, as one of the uncivilized monkey girls seemed to be roused at the prospect of battle, ignoring completely the strategy. The Earthling sighed. "Monkeys..." With a tired expression, he gave a last glance at the Supreme Kai. "I will try to stop her if necessary." He then snapped his fingers, being enveloped in the telltale cloud of Transformation magic, and coming out as someone completely different. "Wish me luck, then." "She" then stepped inside the portal.</s>
<\|description\|>Darbin Species: Hera Clan Age: N/A Gender: Male Appearance: A large well toned male Hera Clan typical of his people he has teal skin tone, and short cut orange hair more in the style of a buzz cut. He has large noticeable scars on his arms, and chest with a one particular one slashed across his right cheek earned from his time training. He is rough in appearances and is by no means handsome. He typically wears loose fitting clothing, and they ideally are simple by design. Personality: A soldier by trade Darbin is serious, and rather brutally efficient when it comes down to it. He sees things in rather black, and white nature seeing a job that needs to be done as just that. He has no qualms with acting in ways that some may consider evil if need be but prefers to avoid such circumstances. He is not devoid of 'humanity' as Darbin does have a soft spot for domesticated creatures, and young children. Growing up in the slums of his planet he decided to fight to become as strong as he could preferring that to the helplessness of living a life of struggle. He doesn't particularly enjoy training, nor talking but he is one who doesn't mind doing either if need be. When it comes down to it Darbin could be described simply as someone who lives for the thrill of becoming stronger for the sake of it. His power as a milestone of sorts. His experiences in the slums, and the military enforcing into him the motto 'might makes right' as his people tend to base their worth on one's physical, and mental abilities above a sense of wealth though many do seek that as well. Bio: Born into a life of poverty in the back slums of his peoples' home planet Darbin's family was large but poor, and he grew up in a rather impoverished state. Life in the slums was hard, and many people often fought over the food that was given out, or found. His mother, and father weren't particularly notable warriors and as such were on the bottom of society's totem pole. Spending his earliest years of his childhood struggling painted quite a simple picture: you either fight to survive, or you die. His parents weren't much in the way of role models, and neither were many of the others in the neighborhood so he ended up joining a gang in his earliest teenage years. In that gang he learned how to fight, and the proper basics which is where he first started to train in some form. Through gang wars, and violence Darbin grew to start to gain a reputation for being a solid warrior in his own right winning more battles than he ultimately lost. It was when he started to be come a grown adult that he sought more than just his every day life in the gang. He decided after sometime to join the planet's military which had begun recruiting in the slums as a war that they had been raging had cost the levels of many of the Hera Clan. His people's attempts to take a large chunk of the galaxy had proven difficult with the advent of police forces, and other foreign nations fighting for the same. Recruited quickly due to his physique compared to the others in the slums he was quickly hauled to basic training. When Darbin joined them military he was quickly run through the gauntlet of fighting, and struggling to survive to be prepared to fight on other worlds, and to unlock the 'full power' form of his people. It was fighting on a dead world that his luck finally seemed to be coming to an end after a week of near constant fighting his squad finally managed to escape, and had to hide in a cave not to far from a location they were fighting in to recuperate. It was then, and there where his some of his team including his captain started to succumb to their wounds. He closed his eyes during a quiet evening with the sound of warfare in the background did he not open them and find himself in a temple. He knew for little reason why he was there simply that he had likely been pulled into another conflict. Techniques: Flight Ki Blasts Full Power Energy Ball Full Power Energy Wave Trap Shooter Energy Shield Ki Sense Transformations: dragonball.fandom.com/wiki/Full_Power…</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga @AtomicNut @King Kindred "Um, Tabaga. H-how strong are these things? If we were to sneak in, could we fight our way back out if it came down to it?" Tabaga kept her voice low as she tried to find the words. "I...I never fought the robotic spiders. I don't know how strong they are. But those black armored troopers would most likely be very difficult to defeat with their present numbers. When they attacked Planet Vegeta they were slightly stronger than our warriors but we were still able to fight back to an extent. I say we listen to the Kai's orders and we avoid fighting. If they see us they'll probably just swarm us and overwhelm us with sheer numbers." A moment later, she turned to look at Yaksha and motioned for him to try and grab Maize and get back to the group. Hopefully whoever was running this show wouldn't be expecting a small group of infiltrators.</s> <\|message\|>Maize Maize Maize sighed in annoyance. Admittedly she hadn't completely thought her plan all the way through, but it was certainly a plan. She still believes it would've worked, but that wasn't the important thing right now. Yaksha's magic piqued her curiosity more and more. The man-child was even able to turn himself into an insect. Then a lightbulb went off above her head, figuratively of course. If he could stay in that insect form he should be able to sneak inside the harvesting factory and find a way for them to get inside unnoticed. "Every brain is meat." She said matter of factly. "But maybe you could use that form to sneak on inside and open a door for us." She removed herself from the pile and started to head back towards the others. She didn't wait for his response since he'd have to give it anyway once they reached the others since they likely hadn't heard the brilliance she had come up with.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga GM POST As our heroes continued exploring their options, a sudden flash of movement from high above caught Tabaga's attention. "Guys. I think we've been mad-" A moment later a massive explosion tore through one of the larger black and red spheres and small explosions began to emerge across the surface of the sphere. "Alert: Prisoner one has escaped. Alert. Prisoner one has escaped. All forces engage and reacquire at all costs." Nearly all of the remaining black armored troopers in the area turned around and immediately began flying towards the damaged sphere as more and more of them began appearing. A number of them were seemingly scanning the area. "We need to go. Now." Tabaga said flatly as she motioned to Yaksha and Maize. A much larger explosion rocked the area a moment later as multiple holes began appearing in the damaged sphere as multiple figures seemingly blasted their way out. A few of them began attacking the black armored troopers while others seemingly were looking for a way out. Alert: Holding Facility One has been breached. Recapture prisoners with level three power levels and above. Use of lethal force authorized on all others." Tabaga was trying to make sense of what was going on when two hooded figures seemingly appeared directly next to them. One was taller then the other and both were covered in heavy cloaks. The shorter one stared at the group. "You and your allies are not from here. That portal, where does it lead to?" He asked in a tone that stated that time was a factor in this situation.</s> <\|message\|>Velona --- Velona whipped around at the sudden appearance of the two newcomers. She hadn't detected their approach at all. Her hands shook. They were the enemy of the armored soldiers, right? That would put them on the same side, right? She couldn't guarantee that, though. If they turned out to be hostile and they led them right back to the Kai of Time and their last refuge... could they stop them? But then, what other options did they really have here? "While it seems we share a common enemy, I'm not sure we can answer that when we don't know yet who you are..." she answered cautiously. Technically she'd just refused to answer their question. Their response would tell them at least a little, whether or not they cared to actually introduce themselves.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga "While it seems we share a common enemy, I'm not sure we can answer that when we don't know yet who you are..." The shorter of the two figures looked at the taller one who motioned at him to remove his hood. The shorter hooded figure threw back his hood to reveal a green skinned face with white hair and pointed ears. "Apologies, I haven't really interacted with anyone for a number of centuries until very recently. I am the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse. And unless we want to end up in a very bad situation that involves our bodies being ripped apart and being put back together, we need to get out of here immediately. Tabaga couldn't help but notice that the taller of the two figures kept stealing glances at her. She figured it was something that would need to be addressed later, once they were away from these harvesters or whatever it is they were.</s> <\|message\|>Darbin "A supreme kai who claims to watch the multiverse hm? Alright I'll buy it if you can prove it somehow, or another. For all we know you're just another one of the destroyers of this universe." Darbin comments calmly as he prepares himself mentally for a fight just in case but he figures this would be short one way or another if it does come down to that. He doesn't buy for a moment that a person this high up on the scale that would casually appear before them would have much trouble dispatching all their targets. "I have little reason to trust your word other than the fact that you haven't tried to attack us yet, and that's hardly anything."</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga "I have little reason to trust your word other than the fact that you haven't tried to attack us yet, and that's hardly anything." The Supreme Kai of the Multiverse stared at Darbin for a moment and then pointed up at the ongoing fight up above them. "Those are captives from various other universes. Right now, they're fighting to try and give us a chance to get away and fight another day. I can't give you proof right now. If I use my abilities they'll lock onto me in a heartbeat and we'll all be dead." "Allow me." The taller of the two individuals stepped forward and threw back her hood to reveal somewhat spiky hair and Tabaga let out a short gasp. "As Tabaga can probably tell you, my name is Okora. This man saved both mine and Tabaga's lives when those solders came for our universe. He dropped Tabaga in an attack ball and put it in hibernation mode and then he patched me back up after I was nearly killed. We've been running from them ever since. Like you said, you have no reason to trust us, but please, we need to leave now or they'll rip us apart and remake us. Make us like them. I've seen it happen." Okora turned to look at Tabaga and thought for a moment. "Remember the night before the attack? I talked about our future in the unlikely event we got out of it alive. We were drinking and you said something to the bartender that pissed him off and got us thrown out." Tabaga looked over at Darbin and nodded as the memory of that night came rushing back. "Only she would know that. I'm 99% sure it's her." She turned to look back at Okora. "By the way, the bartender had it coming. He was a real jerk."</s> <\|message\|>Titanius @vancexentan@KillamriX88@King Kindred@PPQ Purple Titanius [M-3] Unfortunately Mia was still unresponsive but before Titanius could try another method two newcomers appeared. Of course he was prepared to fight if necessary but considering their location a fight would not be in their best interests. Darbin was obviously in a similar situation as he stated the plain facts of the situation, they had no real reason to trust them. While the shorter one identified himself as the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse, other than his appearance and vitals being a fit for one of that species they had no other data to go off of. Once the taller individual revealed themselves to be Okora, and explained who they were, it appeared that Tabaga was 99 percent convinced of their identity. There was of course the possibility that they were from a different universe than hers, but the fact their stories matched raised the probability high enough for Titanius to take action. "Needless to say our location will soon be located with all the activity around us. It is in our best interests to retreat for now and take the two leads we have at the moment." Those two leads of course being the Kai and Okora. "If worst comes to worse two opponents should be much more manageable than the legions milling around." Deciding there was no more time for hesitation, Titanius quickly turned and lifted the dazed Mia up rather unceremoniously over his shoulder. "Please tell me if there is a better method of transport in the future." He stated before hurrying through the portal, back to the Conton City side and promptly deposited Mia onto the ground without much tact.</s> <\|message\|>Mia Well that was embarrassing. That, more so than anything else is what snapped Mia out of it all. Defeat was one thing but this... this was running away.. only worse. At least if she was running away like a complete coward it should be on her own two feet. Seriously, how could she ever allow her self to fall this low? What was wrong with her? Enough, she reasoned was enough. She wasn't just representing her self here but her entire world, no her entire universe. Hell judging by the fact none of these aliens knew of them quite possibly literally her entire species in all universes. By her horns she would do better than this. And if she couldn't win this time than fine. She would just have to do what she always did. The only thing she knew to do. She would get stronger. And than she would win. Mia stood up silently. Casting one glance on the portal she said under her breath. "I will be back." Than she turned to the others. "I am alright now.", she lied. "I don't know what we saw back there. And I don't need to know." "What I know is that there is no point in us knowing until we can do something about it." "We need to get stronger. Much stronger. What ever it takes." "And I do not know how." She figured she was saying what everyone thought. And she hoped that somebody had an answer.</s>	<\|message\|>Darbin "Fine I'll trust you if only because we have no recompense if we don't. We're in the dark, and going into a situation dark just means needless deaths on our part." Darbin comments as he takes a second to try and suppress his own power level just in case. It would be annoying if he was the reason they got sighted, and even if the others didn't know, or try to do that well...he couldn't help that, or explain it quickly enough. "Strength isn't finite but its hard to come by Mia. War is brutal, and those who overcome horrors grow from it. Be patient your abilities will become more than they were the more time you focus on improving yourself. Or perhaps you will be a natural and grow from it. Either way we should get moving as quick as possible." Comments Darbin as he moves to exit through the portal they used to get here.</s>
<\|description\|>Darbin Species: Hera Clan Age: N/A Gender: Male Appearance: A large well toned male Hera Clan typical of his people he has teal skin tone, and short cut orange hair more in the style of a buzz cut. He has large noticeable scars on his arms, and chest with a one particular one slashed across his right cheek earned from his time training. He is rough in appearances and is by no means handsome. He typically wears loose fitting clothing, and they ideally are simple by design. Personality: A soldier by trade Darbin is serious, and rather brutally efficient when it comes down to it. He sees things in rather black, and white nature seeing a job that needs to be done as just that. He has no qualms with acting in ways that some may consider evil if need be but prefers to avoid such circumstances. He is not devoid of 'humanity' as Darbin does have a soft spot for domesticated creatures, and young children. Growing up in the slums of his planet he decided to fight to become as strong as he could preferring that to the helplessness of living a life of struggle. He doesn't particularly enjoy training, nor talking but he is one who doesn't mind doing either if need be. When it comes down to it Darbin could be described simply as someone who lives for the thrill of becoming stronger for the sake of it. His power as a milestone of sorts. His experiences in the slums, and the military enforcing into him the motto 'might makes right' as his people tend to base their worth on one's physical, and mental abilities above a sense of wealth though many do seek that as well. Bio: Born into a life of poverty in the back slums of his peoples' home planet Darbin's family was large but poor, and he grew up in a rather impoverished state. Life in the slums was hard, and many people often fought over the food that was given out, or found. His mother, and father weren't particularly notable warriors and as such were on the bottom of society's totem pole. Spending his earliest years of his childhood struggling painted quite a simple picture: you either fight to survive, or you die. His parents weren't much in the way of role models, and neither were many of the others in the neighborhood so he ended up joining a gang in his earliest teenage years. In that gang he learned how to fight, and the proper basics which is where he first started to train in some form. Through gang wars, and violence Darbin grew to start to gain a reputation for being a solid warrior in his own right winning more battles than he ultimately lost. It was when he started to be come a grown adult that he sought more than just his every day life in the gang. He decided after sometime to join the planet's military which had begun recruiting in the slums as a war that they had been raging had cost the levels of many of the Hera Clan. His people's attempts to take a large chunk of the galaxy had proven difficult with the advent of police forces, and other foreign nations fighting for the same. Recruited quickly due to his physique compared to the others in the slums he was quickly hauled to basic training. When Darbin joined them military he was quickly run through the gauntlet of fighting, and struggling to survive to be prepared to fight on other worlds, and to unlock the 'full power' form of his people. It was fighting on a dead world that his luck finally seemed to be coming to an end after a week of near constant fighting his squad finally managed to escape, and had to hide in a cave not to far from a location they were fighting in to recuperate. It was then, and there where his some of his team including his captain started to succumb to their wounds. He closed his eyes during a quiet evening with the sound of warfare in the background did he not open them and find himself in a temple. He knew for little reason why he was there simply that he had likely been pulled into another conflict. Techniques: Flight Ki Blasts Full Power Energy Ball Full Power Energy Wave Trap Shooter Energy Shield Ki Sense Transformations: dragonball.fandom.com/wiki/Full_Power…</s> <\|message\|>Maize Maize Maize returned to the group before the two guests appeared and sulked silently behind the others. She wanted to do more than just stand around and wait for something to happen and was disappointed that no one agreed with her plan. The sound of an explosion disrupted her thoughts as it seemed that trouble found a way of happening without their intervention. From the sound of it some prisoners were escaping and making quite the spectacle of it. She was relieved to know that there were others still alive and not discarded as lifeless husks. Maybe her own crew had managed to survive and was imprisoned in one of those large spheres. She was hopeful at least. When the two cloaked figures appeared in front of them she stayed on alert. For some reason she couldn't sense one of their energies. It was the same thing that happened when she tried to sense the Supreme Kai of Time. It was as if their ki didn't exist or on a frequency she wasn't attuned to but she could tell it was there. When the shorter figured revealed himself it seemed that this was something special to that of the Supreme Kais. Was it because they were gods? The taller figure revealed themselves to be a Saiyan and a friend of Tabaga, possibly more. She couldn't quite tell yet. Maize was just glad that somewhere out there more Saiyans had survived. She may not have grown with her people, but once she encountered Vegeta and the others she did gain a true sense of connection and belonging. One that she hadn't felt her entire time under Frieza's tutelage. When the others returned back to Conton City through the portal she stayed behind for a bit. She looked up in the sky and couldn't help but be angered at the sight of the escapees fighting a doomed fight. She hoped this new Supreme Kai was worth all of the trouble and sacrifices. She felt wrong just leaving the others behind to die. In that moment she decided that she would at least offer them some assistance. She positioned herself behind the boulder Tabaga originally hid behind when they crossed through. She aimed her finger as if it were a sniper blaster. She scanned the skies to see which of the escapees needed some assistance the most. "Let's see how tough that armor is." She fired off a few Death Beams at three different troopers hitting each at least three different times before moving to the next. She wanted to give them any kind of advantage they could get in fighting against the universe destroyers and to show them that their sacrifices didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated. Before she could get herself spotted Maize blew the smoke from her finger and made her way through the portal. She reached the other side in the middle of Ovaan explaining the nature of the ship. A gravity training machine was something that truly caught her attention, but Velona was right. They had to debrief.</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga Tabaga took a careful look at Okora couldn't help that she seemed to have a few more scars then the last time she had seen her. As the others ran back through the portal she lost sight of Maize for a moment. Where did she go? She wondered as the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse and Okora both ran through the portal. After a brief moment she saw Maize taking potshots at some of the solders. Tabaga swore under her breath and was preparing to grab Maize and drag her through the portal when she ceased firing at the solders and went through the portal. Unfortunately, a number of the troopers were now aware of the existence of the intruders and were now heading for the location of the portal. Oh...Many things about this are not good. Tabaga though as she bolted through the portal and immediately motioned at the Supreme Kai of Time to close the portal. "Close it! Close it now!" She shouted urgently as she took careful aim at the portal as the Kai of Time began working on closing down the portal. She could only watch in horror as the image of a black armored trooper began to form where the portal was. Tabaga was preparing to power up when the portal collapsed in on itself and took the trooper with it. The Supreme Kai of Time stormed towards the group with an angry look. "I said to avoid fighting!" She shouted at Tabaga specifically. "Is it so hard to understand those simple words?!" Tabaga recoiled as if struck. She was about to try and come up with a retort when the so-called "Supreme Kai of the Multiverse" approached the Kai of Time. "I apologize. What happened was my doing. It was the only way that would allow us to get away." The shorter of the two Kais looked at him and her face went pale as she looked at the green skinned Kai "Y-You. I recognize you. We haven't seen you in centuries!" "There's a reason for that." The green skinned Kai said quietly. "I was hunted across the multiverse for quite a while before finally being captured by our enemy. My apprentice and I were held captive for a number of months before we managed to create a distraction and used the opportunity to get away." He turned to face the group and bowed. "Thank you. If any of you have questions I can answer them." He said simply as Okora looked over at Tabaga and motioned for her to follow her for a moment. "Are we the only two left?" Tabaga asked quietly. Okora simply nodded. "We were the only two left alive after Planet Vegeta. There's no one else." "How did you end up with him?" Tabaga asked as she motioned towards the Supreme Kai of the Multiverse. Okora smiled slightly. "It's a long story. I'll tell you about it later."</s> <\|message\|>Darbin "Long story or not Kais we should be aiming to either strengthen what warriors we have, or prepare to take on as weak a targets as we can get. Slowly work our way up to the snake's head as its clear we're insufficient with out current forces." comments Darbin as he looks to the kais he keeps his arms crossed. He speaks plainly, and without any intended arrogance as he looks back and forth at the group. "I sense a great amount of power within this group but we're still few, and numbers do make a difference. I've been to battles where smaller, and or weaker troops can outwit a greater threat by working with a valid strategy." Darbin says further as he starts to wonder where exactly these enemies would be weakest at...without sufficient intel they couldn't tell but in the end it would simply mean they'd need to gamble. "We can train, and ponder about the other kais, and the saiyans if we want but at the end of the day we have a duty to save the universe. And I am nothing more than a soldier. A blunt instrument I will do as told to an extent. I still will not throw away my life idly." Darbins says with his arms still crossed.</s> <\|message\|>Velona --- Get stronger? As if it were that simple. The strongest of them was still woefully insufficient. If it were otherwise, they wouldn't have been whisked away to this strange place simply to keep them alive. What could they really do? What could they hope to accomplish against something that seemed capable of erasing one's whole reality? Even these kais seemed at their mercy. But what was the alternative? "We have to assume they're after something. We know now of at least one place they didn't completely erase, so... that's one place we can fight them without them just wiping the slate clean." She wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to quell her anxiety. "At least I hope so." She looked to their two newcomers, "Do you know why they're doing all this?"</s> <\|message\|>Tabaga @KillamriX88 "We can train, and ponder about the other kais, and the saiyans if we want but at the end of the day we have a duty to save the universe. And I am nothing more than a soldier. A blunt instrument I will do as told to an extent. I still will not throw away my life idly." Privately, The Supreme Kai of time disagreed with Darbin's statement. He was clearly more than a solder and should value himself as such but she didn't voice that opinion. He was right about their duty though. Aside from the group assembled here, there was seemingly no one else fighting against this unseen force. He was also correct about the getting stronger aspect. What Ovaan had found would be useful but she had something even better. It wouldn't be operation for weeks but in the meantime they could use the Gravity training chamber. "I do have something that could help you and your friends with getting stronger but unfortunately it was heavily damaged during the attack on Conton City. It can also be quite dangerous to use for people who are unfamiliar with it." She said quietly. At the rate repairs are going on it, it's going to be weeks before it can be used again." "We have to assume they're after something. We know now of at least one place they didn't completely erase, so... that's one place we can fight them without them just wiping the slate clean." The Supreme Kai of the multiverse let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, I know they were after something. Several somethings in fact. I was one of those things." He let out a bitter laugh once again. "As much as it kills me to say it, once they were able to capture me, they used my connection to the multiverse to find a way to annihilate entire universes. I was tortured, experimented on and used to wipe out countless lives once they figured out how I was able to travel between universes. That was how they were able to destroy them you see." "The one thing I was never able to figure out was why they were targeting the universes they did. Only reason I can think of as to why they spared the universe of those two ladies is because it's rich in certain resources that are extremely rare in most of the other realities I've traveled to." Okora stepped away from Tabaga and stood next to the shorter Kai. "There was one other thing." She said quietly as she looked at the Kai who nodded that she could continue. "There were a few times during my imprisonment I heard a number of the higher-ups among the troopers speak. They would speak often of "The Imprisoned One." Once they realized I was trying to listen in they stopped talking about it around the prisoners. Most of them were "Re-purposed" anyway. Is it possible this "Imprisoned one" might have something to do with these attacks against the multiverse?" She asked carefully.</s>	<\|message\|>Darbin "I'd rather we try to repair our damage equipment than train with faulty, or damaged systems it could lead to a total breakdown and render our already small amount of resources even further. This is a scenario where we can't afford to be careless as we all know. But I'd like a direction kais. What exactly should we be aiming to do? If the imprisoned one is our enemy perhaps we should find a universe known for strong survivors, and try to recruit them. If not then simply aiming for the lower rank, and file is our best bet. But I am not a leader of men for the most part. All I can do is offer suggestions." Darbin states as he considers this imprisoned one. Is it just rumors from the brain washed mongrels' of the enemy? Or was there something more to it. He wasn't sure, not was he entirely capable of thinking about possible scenarios without more information which he was very much lacking in due to the circumstances of their situation.</s>
<\|description\|>Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒 --- Sorie Age 30 Gender cis Female Sexuality Polyamorous Bisexual Occupation Director / Actress 𝐖 𝐇 𝐀 𝐓 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 𝐄 𝐄 --- Appearance Sorcha carries herself with the grace of a sleep-deprived college student high on weed for the tenth time this week. Standing at 5'10", Sorcha has sun-kissed skin and dark hair. Her hair is cut up to her shoulders, and she often styles it as if she had just gotten out of bed. She weighs around 175lbs, with a little chub around her stomach and thighs, and her arms have some big muscles that Sorcha loves to show off to the ladies. Sorcha's fashion could fall between a butch lesbian that loves books trying to dress up and a high fashion model going to the store at 3 am in the morning. There is no in-between. She loves to dress in plaid suits with muted dark colors. While some of her clothes may be expensive, she loves to thrift shop around town quite often, adding some vintage statement items into her wardrobe. Personality Sorcha is a passionate and dedicated woman that will pour everything into the current project she is working on. While she wouldn't call herself a perfectionist, she would be described as one. She will work herself to the bone for her films to be perfect. It doesn't matter if Sorcha has to go sleepless nights editing the screenplay, the script, or the visuals. Her fear of failure and obsession with her projects is what drives Sorcha, almost to the point of exhaustion. While Sorcha could be pretty intense in her work, she does try to make room for relaxation. Outside of her work, the woman likes to go on adventures to places she's never been to. She enjoys new experiences and the change that it brings to her life. Sorcha isn't afraid to delve into the unknown and instead embraces it, using her experiences around her to fuel her creativity. She likes to call herself an observant woman, always reading into people to try to figure them out. With that said, Sorcha isn't afraid to voice her opinion and cares very little about what people might think of her. She usually has a witty or sarcastic remark to give when people give her shit, which she takes none of. Sorcha loves to talk with random people on the streets and restaurants, often just enjoy small talk or those deep conversations that make you question the meaning of life- but never anything about herself. Really, Sorcha is chill with pretty much everyone she meets. Although she could be a bit of a flirt, especially when a beautiful person is in front of her. She's not afraid to shoot her shot, fuck it. If Sorcha wants someone, she will try. 𝐈 𝐍 𝐌 𝐘 𝐏 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 --- Biography Born in Mexico City to a Mayra Mesa-O'Sullivan and Declan O'Sullivan, Sorcha grew up along with his two older sisters. Her mother was a famous singer in Mexico, and her father was an Oscar-winning actor. Talent flowed in their veins, so it came as no surprise when her older sisters began to express their interests in acting or singing. Both of her sisters had started early; as soon as they could sit up, their parents had started to influence them with music, classical films, and many music lessons. Just like them, Sorcha was different. In school, Sorcha was that loud kid that ran around screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a little troublemaker since day one all the way to Juilliard. She'd often had witty remarks or sarcastic comments that didn't fly well with the teachers or professors. Sorcha was a smart and responsible student; she got all of her assignments done, showed up to time for every casting and rehearsal- but holy shit, could she be a little shit. She would always pull pranks on her teachers, skip class to watch movies with the potheads, and spend a serious amount of hours playing videogames. Her love for film came from horror films first; during her first year at Juilliard, Sorcha wrote her first successful screenplay for her writing class. Very quickly, she became a fan of classic horror films that just kept growing and growing. Her first real film was named Deep into the Abyss, a horror film filled with soft monochromic colors and dark themes. That got her name out there; soon, there were more films, one after the other, all revolved around darker themes in life surrounded by so many beautiful scenery and dreamlike colors. That had become Sorcha's signature, something that she didn't mind much. That was until she began to lose interest in her own films. Everything just seemed... the same. So, in typical Sorcha action, he decided to drop everything for a week and ask her assistant to book her a random cruise. The woman didn't expect a "matchmaking" cruise, but Sorcha agreed to it. You might as well! She'd spent the last five years sleeping around with no serious relationship in mind, so this wasn't hurting anyone. Maybe it was time to settle and give her mind a little break. 𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 𝐂 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐀 𝐍 𝐄 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 --- Other FC:Mishel Prada // 6E6277 * Her movie, Twin Flames, was nominated for best picture. * She has two cats, Pompom and Ser Wilhelm. * She smokes pot, like a lot of pot. Eats it too. * Big k-pop fan. * Wants to make a fantasy movie next, not sure where to start. * Has a slight Irish accent. * Sorcha knows how to speak English, Spanish, French, and some Gaelic. * Used to be married to an actor named Davis Woodlock, but divorced after a year of being married.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Vandenberg Following the announcement of the break was silence primarily. A few people made commentary on the small accident that happened in the back of the room with Diana and one of the servers. But when the most notable interaction was between a lady and a server, a host knew they had to step in. This was nothing out of the ordinary. Every year had the same kind of people: Rich and eager, but completely clueless what to do when the moment was actually there. Others were just so socially awkward they needed a lot of help, or drink, to actually get going. Also, the words "speed dating" often did send them into a panic. The knowledge that you suddenly had to impress one-on-one to a potentially romantic mate did something with one's mind. Regardless of how many millions you had on your bank. Especially when most of these people only had social interactions with their secretary, Two minutes of silence were not a worry for them. They'd come around. Jack and Maggie were not concerned about that in the least. But perhaps they needed one additional ice breaker. After all, it was difficult to talk when you didn't have any idea what to talk about. Everyone just needed that conversation starter in order to start making friends. Something like- Something like Kimmy Tran, gambler extraordinaire, apparently. Although, it would've been nice if she had at least remembered their names. Luckily for the duo, this wasn't their first rodeo. Far from it. Though even amongst the things they had heard and seen in the bizz, this one did rank pretty highly. Enough to make Maggie's eyes pop slightly as she stifled her laughter. But it was Jack that answered first. "Oh Kimmy. The only list we are on is UaH's payroll. But I don't think we would be for long if we engaged in such... antics... with our customers." He answered humorously. Maggie, in tandem, looked at one of the servers. "You heard the woman. Get her her cocktails." And the server elegantly glided through the exit and into the bar where they prepared these drinks. That would take maybe a minute or two. "And we're not an item. Though, neither of our spouses have sea legs, if you catch my meaning." Jack told her. And that was as much of a peek she'd get into either of their private lives for now. That said, Kimmy didn't seem the type that was interested in sharing family pictures. To the rest of the passengers, they had another message. "We understand that some of you may have reservations talking to one another, but I can say with certainty that you are all here for the same reasons. To find that special someone you're looking for, you need to put yourself out there!" If they didn't, it would just be one expensive holiday.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Vandenberg Alexander Vandenberg knew he would be here many weeks in advance. Yet now, in the moment, he was caught up in a simple question: what the flying fuck do I do now? Sure, he was surrounded by a bunch of single ladies and gentlemen and was given free license to mingle to his heart's content until the actual event started. Yes, it was a good way to make a few friends before jumping into the thick of things. But where should he even start? He knew diddly about these people… but that was kind of the point of this entire exercise, wasn't it? To get to know the other people caught up in this maritime endeavour. However, when he looked around he realised that there were a few people he recognized. It was not unexpected. This cruise served many rich and potentially famous people. In fact, it wouldn't surprise him if somebody recognized him here. But he certainly wasn't the greatest attractor of the common folk's limelight. In fact, one of them had even made headlines this morning, Although Alexander had little interest in the daily tabloid gossip, it was difficult to not at least notice the imagery. And that knowledge told him enough to know that he had to be cautious in the presence of a type like Lilianna Reigan. Even association might drag his name through the mud if he wasn't careful. Alexander was not the type to believe that that was no such thing like bad publicity. The other person he recognized was Aries. Alexander didn't really know his name, as he didn't really follow the band he sung in actively, but he had heard his music before. Alex listened to many different types of music, as a way to set the mood when he sat down for those long writing sessions. The band Fourdust did appear in his playlists a few times. He wondered if their next album was coming out anytime soon. But then Alexander got his icebreaker. And the ice wasn't simply broken, it was subatomically obliterated. It certainly was good to see that someone did have the courage to speak up, though the subject matter was perhaps not really what Alex deemed interesting. Though she did have a good sense of humour. It was a joke… right? The longer she went on, the more uncertain he became. At the very least it caused him to have a good, if a little loud, laugh. For some reason she reminded him of good ol' Captain Dundley from Chandler's cosmic hike (his reasonably well-received attempt at a mix between hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, star wars and alice in wonderland). An old spacefaring captain whose one purpose in life is to find the moon made out of cheese; and believes all other moons are simply, in his words, phony impostors. Yet despite his eratic nature, Dundley somehow gets all the men and ladies. Alexander wasn't sure if that was the character from his books he'd have elected to have come to life in some way. But here he was, and that was what he'd have to contend with for a week. At least it might provide interesting research for the yet untitled sequel that he had planned. After he caught his breath, he stood up and walked to get a new drink from a server. Water. He could've waved him over, but this gave him a good excuse to get off his arse and actually move around a little. And it meant he could move closer to someone else to have a talk with. After all, it was probably a good idea to at least get to know some names. Plus, he could at least try to humour their hosts. Not wanting to engage with someone either too famous or too crazy, he elected to approach someone a little more normal-looking. He didn't know his name. But later he'd undoubtedly learn that he was called Oliver. "That… wasn't quite what I was expecting from a luxury cruise." He said with chuckle as his head motioned towards where the conversation with the hosts had taken place, on the other side of the room. Perhaps not the smoothest way to start a conversation. But he couldn't really think of something better in the moment. "I'm Alexander. What's your name?"</s>	<\|message\|>Sorcha Nora O'Sullivan Mesa Sorcha could hear someone talking around her. Their voice was distant and muffled as if she was submerged underwater. Words were being spoken quietly at her, like a whisper in the middle of the night during a sleepover. In front of her, she could see the familiar pages of her notebook opened to a blank page staring at her. Lost. She was lost in the lines of the page. They reached out towards her, wrapping themselves around Sorcha, trying to bring her into the page. "Miss." Sorcha looked up from her notebook, dark eyes looking past the person in front of her. "Miss O'Sullivan, your drink." "What?" Her eyes finally focused on the glass of martini on the tray that had been presented to her. "Ah, I spaced out, sorry about that, hun." She placed her pen down and reach for the glass with her left hand. She thanked the young woman with a smile and turned her attention back to the black pages. They continued to stare back at her until she had drunk half of the martini. With a sigh, Sorcha forced herself to close the notebook and look up at the hosts of the cruise. Jack and Maggie were their names. She had been one of the first guests to arrive on the cruise. With no one to talk to, Sorcha had taken the free time to brainstorm any ideas into paper. Anything that popped into mind, she usually wrote in quickly capitalized letters. Her notes mostly consisted of random bullet points with no sense of real direction. To anyone, they would just be weird ramblings- to Sorcha; they were the bones of her films. They had been the bones of her films. Time had escaped her. The V.I.P. deck now seemed full of all sorts of mismatched people all looking for something. She looked at every one of them with critical eyes, separating those who looked comfortable enough to stand there and those who were itching to get away—the mention of speed dating only bringing the latter group more reason to flee. For Sorcha, speed dating was a walk in the park. She wasn't afraid of interacting with new people. In fact, she enjoyed it. Something about talking to strangers she might end up banging the next few days was exciting enough for her. "Don't know, slam dancing sounds fun. The more, the merrier, right?" Sorcha stood up from the lounge chair she had been sitting, notebook forgotten in her bag. She shot the woman with the "boner donor" shirt a wink before she downed the rest of her martini in a similar fashion she had with the champagne. Jesus was this week going to be something. Sorcha was looking forward to it.</s>
<\|description\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong The Tiger : Harry Harimau Race: Malaysian Chinese Height of 188 cm, weighing at 80 kg, and sporting a blonde hair look due to his quirk. Preferring to wear a normal t-shirt or plain black collar shirt. will follow the fashion trend but coming off incredibly gaudy . Civilian Data --- Age 15 Ancestry Malaysian Chinese descent. Hero Data --- Epithet The Tiger : Harry Harimau Personal History Backstory of Lou Fu Yeng Hong: Born in Malaysia before moving to Singapore, his father possessed a tiger mutation quirk as well as having a minor regeneration from his mother's side, Yeng Hong is a person who loves nothing more than dishing out justice to those who break the law or getting cocky over it. This attitude landed him in several arguments and fights at times though those were quickly settled due to his strength. Despite the few altercations, he managed to get through the academics and got onto the heroic track due to both his upbringing of parents telling that he should use his power to help others like how his own father was a former military soldier and an active policeman in the Malaysian police force of Kuala Lumpur. The other being that he also loves finding, chasing, and capturing criminals down. Perhaps it was part of the quirk that he inherited but there was nothing more exciting than the thrill of the hunt. At the age of ten, his parents moved to Singapore due to his mother getting a better job offer there as a consultant for hero support equipment. His father is still stationed in Kuala Lumpur as a policeman but often drops to Singapore for a visit. It was a rougher life for Yeng Hong, since Singapore being calmer also meant there was less of a chance to chase down petty criminals and it was akin to being locked up. Any rough attitude of his or unauthorized use of his quirk was also a sure way to get things troublesome with the authorities. Seeing that being a hero is basically a glamorous policeman with both extra pay, fame, and most of all, able to exercise his quirk to its fullest, there was nothing better he could ask for. So as much as he disliked the academics, he gritted his teeth, studied, and got decent enough marks. All that's left was passing the practical test which will allow him to go into the academy. Characterization An impulsive, brash person, Yeng hong is also a person who stands by justice, a good chase and at times, capable of patience. Competencies --- Quirk Type Mutation type Spring Tiger: Does anything a tiger do and beyond. Inheriting the same quirk from his father, The Amur Tiger, it gives Yeng Hong a large size and musclemass. Claws from his fingers, enhanced sensory particularly smell, hearing and the capability to see in the night. His jaws and teeth are also much stronger that he can bite objects hard enough to hold or crush it in place. It also gave him a tail that he can used like a fifth limb. This comes with some cat instinct such as wanting to chase down preys, moving objects and at times, laser pointers. A more unusual inheritance from his mother's quirk, spring chicken, is known mainly because it gives the user a healthier body and able to keep it at peak health for a while. This has mixed with his father quirk, giving him a slight regeneration and able to heal himself much faster. Other Talents & Attributes Tracking, hiding, and a capable brawler.</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Mizo Aberashi Being sapped of her speed from moving at nearly 140 mph to a screaming halt, Mizo was a little wobbly standing behind Mei, but she had a surprisingly respectful smile on her face. Mizo got beat by a quirk that allowed her opponent to drain momentum, and she caught Mizo just in time before she got blown through like a cannon. Mizo had her black and white helmet under one arm, which matched the color scheme of her entire tactical armor set. She looked dizzy as she stood among the rest of her friends, oddly upbeat for someone who got folded like a lawn chair before she could do anything. Was she laughing? "Oh yeah, that was wild alright, that girl has an awesome quirk! Woah- Hah, I could've beat her if I was a little quicker, no trouble though. I'll get her next time!" Mizo had an aggressive and prideful energy to her, she didn't take defeat lightly, but she was also pretty confident in herself, so she took solace in knowing there was a damn good quirk out there to match her own. She was the tallest among them and stood behind Mei like a shaky pillar of dignity and positivity in the face of defeat. "Zeal's agency? Sounds good to me." Mizo never picked an internship, but Mei's father was the best of the best, so she wasn't about to refuse a chance to intern under Zeal himself.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora looked forward; zoned out into her own world of thought, void of the world around herself. She snapped out of the train of thoughts turning to Mei as she listened nodding before looking away "T-Thankyou. You both did great as well."She studdered allowing her natural shyness to show messing with a strand of snow-white hair as her pastel blue eyes looked away to the side and towards the ground. Aurora was never one for interactions. If it hadn't been for the support and training she got from this school and the mass amount of people that she calls family that taught her some self-defense and ways to think during battle while using the horrible combat quirk she was born with. She might not have done as well as she did. she was thankful that the changes she had set for her costume really came in handy and the fact it was hard to really know what her unique quirk did. She calmed herself down mentally before looking back at Mei listening to her extend an invite for a possible internship with her family's agency "S-Sure, I was probably just going to intern with the local police to better train on the use of my quirks and learn ways of using them; however, I would be a fool not to accept an invitation like that." she added allowing her voice to soften a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong Enishi The Tiger : Harry Harimau Seeing the two top heroes in the SEA region had him grinning ear to ear even as he looked back upon the previous months. One of the two representatives of Eirei and considered nearly the top student in his school. Got to remain humble, can't let it get to my head. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, or Harry, giggled inwardly. His chest puffing out a lot more and ears facing forward, tail moving back and forth gently. Being the second tallest in the group but still, one of the broader one of them, it was hard to miss his body cues. "Naturally, it's only something I can achieve." Yeng Hong said with a grin and pointed a finger to himself. Being at the top for once in something he excelled in left him a swimmingly good mood. After all, his tiger quirk had given him both strength, speed, and agility. He didn't even need weapons since his claws can serve as one if needed. Mei asking him to join their agency for the internship had him stroke his chin. Joining the top agency in all of SEA region was fine and dandy but so was the additional work. However, it did give him a chance to be based back in Malaysia again, and be with his dad for a while. That and being able to be with three girls? He can put up with a little work. "Of course, being in the top agency and heroes? I definitely wouldn't mind, besides, I can also show you all some good food spots." Yeng Hong brushed his hair backwards confidently. "Still, you sure your dad wouldn't mind? I mean, he's gonna take on an additional two interns when he got two of you already." His hand lazily waved to both Mei and Aurora.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei --- Zeal Hero Agency Internship Commence!Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1-B --- Zeal overheard the conversation that his daughter was having with her friends. He watched the Sports Festival and wasn't pleased with the performance they demonstrated, nonetheless he wanted them and wasted no time announcing that the entire 1-B will is granted internships at the Zeal Hero Agency. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE WE ARE GOING TO MALAYSIA IN A FEW MINUTES! YOUR HOMEROOM TEACHER TALIA IS NO EXCEPTION!" Zeal cannot help but flex his authority passionately, his wife has already bought the entire class plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. This whole thing was a surprise to the students but it was planned from behind the scenes as the Principal permitted Zeal to take Talia's class with him to Malaysia. Mei could feel nothing but awkwardness from her lively father. She was certainly happy but to be so grandiose and chewing the scenery just like that really would warrant her jealousy from people and other worldly expectations and peer pressure. To add fire, Zeal chose five students that would directly intern by his side. "Mei — Do better than your classmates, intern along side me, my daughter. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, this is perfect, I worked along side with your father over the years and he'd be happy to see you because I'm working on a case with him right now. Mizo Aberashi, your quirk reminds me of All Might and I'm taking you in, Aurora Yashia, your parents must've been proud seeing your non-combat quirk grant you first place in the Sports Festival, I'm taking you in and your parents will be working along side me. As for the fifth student, let's see..." Mei sighed from being embarrassed. "Told ya, he'd bring us. I would have been totally find with this, if he just held back his excitement!" She said to her friends. "Your honors Talia, anything you need to say to your class?" Zeal asked Talia.@Restalaan@BlackMaiden@Blizz@Angry Bubbles</s> <\|message\|>Huxley, Jun --- The shock of the class flying off with the number one hero didn't reach Jun's face. Though his cool gaze gleamed with excitement. For the most part, he had stood alone, humiliated by the last minute decision his father had forced on him. The elder man's baritone, frigid and calculated voice echoed in his head. 'Lose, Jun. I know how much you want to win but trust me, you'll be better off this way.' he had told him in the locker room. 'This was why,' he thought with a smirk. 'You sly old man, how in the world... Wait, it could have been Tsukino. She does have the ability to gaze the future sometimes. Jun strode up as Zeal begun to, one by one, mention the students. If he could just see the man work; that's all. Just watch him, he'd be leagues ahead of most Heroes already. He directed his voice, rattled by adolescence yet cool enough, towards Zeal. "Choose me, Sir. You won't find a stronger hero attending this school than me. I'm not bragging, just speaking facts."</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Penrose "Hm, only to do their best when they're in a foreign country..." A tall proper looking woman dressed in black with daggers strapped to her sides and white hair walked behind the number one hero. The sound of her boots clacking against the floor announced her presence. This was the number two hero, and class 1B's teacher. Penrose. Her quirk was a mess for most to handle, but her students no doubt knew that better than most. Her quirk involved hyper realistic illusions and sensory manipulation, once you're caught, you're subjected to whatever she makes you see. "It's as Zeal says, you should all strive to better your skill as heroes. You are my students, so I will be coming with you on this trip, after all, someone has to keep Zeal in check." she joked. Penrose was eye level with Mizo, yet the two of them physically were very different, while Mizo was built like a tank with legs, Penrose was a lot more spindly and spry. She was a very mobile type of person. "Aurora, you've come very far for someone with a quirk such as yours, you should be proud." She told Aurora, knowing how strange and annoying her quirk was for the girl. She watched her struggle and suffer a lot but she never gave up. "As for the rest of you, keep improving and one day you'll all be great heroes."</s>	<\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong The Tiger : Harry Harimau Enishi "Wait, we're going now?" Lou Fu wanted to protest that they barely packed anything but the enthusiasm of the top hero swept it away as his class was caught in it. Deciding to just better follow the flow, he threw his hand to the sides with a shrug. Ah well, I got my clothes in Malaysia so it ain't a problem anyway. When Zeal addressed him, that snapped him to attention and more so when he heard his father being mentioned. Zeal pointing that he's working with him on a case and was willing to take him just sealed the deal. "Alright! Just point me and I'll kick all the villain's ass! Haha!" He gave a thumbs up to that and grinned though he felt the high pressure. The top hero is one thing but the thought of disappointing his father made him burned with a passion. "If it helps, I do appreciate it." He ribbed Mei gently with a prob of his elbow. Turning to Jun and thinking on his words, Lou Fu felt a little cheeky at the proclamation of being the strongest though. "Stronger? You sure about that?" Lou Fu raised and flexed his arm lightly, the school uniform stretching to near limits before he stopped. Only Mizo could claim to be stronger than him, and that was still dependant on other factors. He didn't become the top representative of the class after all. Hearing Penrose came in took his mind off as she said she'll be joining in for the trip. Telling them to do their best had him nodding to that. "Of course, teach."</s>
<\|description\|>Huxley, Jun Civilian Data --- Age 15 Ancestry Singaporean \| (Chinese, European, Nigerian, Yoruba) Hero Data --- Epithet Ghost Hero, Phantasm Characterization Huxley, Jun or Jun for short is a quiet young man who speaks more with his eyes than his actual voice. He attempts to think three or four steps ahead of most people and at times can be cold, curt, blunt, or harsh with individuals. Despite his strength, which was cultivated through severe training with family, he upholds that one's independent strength of will is more valuable than friendship or teamwork; though he does see the merit in cooperation from time to time. For reasons engraved subconsciously, his life tends to be viewed with more importance than the life of others. In that aspect at least, he is not a true hero. Competencies --- Quirk Type Transformation Quirk Description The official name of Jun's Quirk is Poltergeist. Though he prefers to call it Ghost Drive for childish reasons. His Quirk allows for him to become intangible, which basically means he can phase through physical matter either partially or wholly. Not entirely easy to use or control when emotional but doable under neutral circumstances. The Hybrid portion of his quirk tacks on Telekinesis, which he has little practice with. So far his limits falls around the weight of an average vehicle and controlling objects smaller than apples becomes impossibly tedious. He relies on his Ghost Drive ability far more than his Telekinesis. Other Talents & Attributes * Adept Swordsman - He's good at wielding a blade, which is why he carries one everywhere. * Practical Combatant - Even without his blade, Jun or Phantasm, is a force of nature. He excels at executions; neck snaps, arm breakers, and other harsh, tortuous techniques. * Socially Inept - He's a turd when it comes to understanding people; even though he strives to understands himself. * Loves Disney Movies - The old-timey movies; hand drawn and colored. The cringe stories, for some reason he loves them all.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei Kaku Mei "Tsundere" \| 15 \| Quirk: Thermal Revolution --- Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1B --- Mei felt the awkward tension from the charismatic display of her heroic family, she eagerly wanted to walk out of the classroom. At the same time, her reputation in Eirei Academy is filled with jealousy and divided opinions of gossips. Mei is not even a recommended student like Aurora but people with poverty and crab mentality from their inferior gaze were already showing prejudice. Mei did not get through Eirei with nepotism, she made it in with her own power"Micchan, it seems that you didn't back up your word, I expected you to win." Granted, Mei performed better at intelligence obstacles. A powerful Quirk with a physically weak user can never win, hand-to-hand was always her main problem. She weren't pitted against Mizo but she lost to Harry Harimau, despite that she was happy for Aurora and Harry being the representatives of Eirei. Mei thumbs up both Harry and Aurora who she's respectively in between while Mizo was behind her. "I'm happy for the both of you, oh by the way, Micchan and I are going on an internship to my father's agency, you two wanna come?" Since when did Mizo decided to go along? Mei was being pushy. @Blizz@Restalaan Free roam Commence</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Mizo Aberashi Being sapped of her speed from moving at nearly 140 mph to a screaming halt, Mizo was a little wobbly standing behind Mei, but she had a surprisingly respectful smile on her face. Mizo got beat by a quirk that allowed her opponent to drain momentum, and she caught Mizo just in time before she got blown through like a cannon. Mizo had her black and white helmet under one arm, which matched the color scheme of her entire tactical armor set. She looked dizzy as she stood among the rest of her friends, oddly upbeat for someone who got folded like a lawn chair before she could do anything. Was she laughing? "Oh yeah, that was wild alright, that girl has an awesome quirk! Woah- Hah, I could've beat her if I was a little quicker, no trouble though. I'll get her next time!" Mizo had an aggressive and prideful energy to her, she didn't take defeat lightly, but she was also pretty confident in herself, so she took solace in knowing there was a damn good quirk out there to match her own. She was the tallest among them and stood behind Mei like a shaky pillar of dignity and positivity in the face of defeat. "Zeal's agency? Sounds good to me." Mizo never picked an internship, but Mei's father was the best of the best, so she wasn't about to refuse a chance to intern under Zeal himself.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora looked forward; zoned out into her own world of thought, void of the world around herself. She snapped out of the train of thoughts turning to Mei as she listened nodding before looking away "T-Thankyou. You both did great as well."She studdered allowing her natural shyness to show messing with a strand of snow-white hair as her pastel blue eyes looked away to the side and towards the ground. Aurora was never one for interactions. If it hadn't been for the support and training she got from this school and the mass amount of people that she calls family that taught her some self-defense and ways to think during battle while using the horrible combat quirk she was born with. She might not have done as well as she did. she was thankful that the changes she had set for her costume really came in handy and the fact it was hard to really know what her unique quirk did. She calmed herself down mentally before looking back at Mei listening to her extend an invite for a possible internship with her family's agency "S-Sure, I was probably just going to intern with the local police to better train on the use of my quirks and learn ways of using them; however, I would be a fool not to accept an invitation like that." she added allowing her voice to soften a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong Enishi The Tiger : Harry Harimau Seeing the two top heroes in the SEA region had him grinning ear to ear even as he looked back upon the previous months. One of the two representatives of Eirei and considered nearly the top student in his school. Got to remain humble, can't let it get to my head. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, or Harry, giggled inwardly. His chest puffing out a lot more and ears facing forward, tail moving back and forth gently. Being the second tallest in the group but still, one of the broader one of them, it was hard to miss his body cues. "Naturally, it's only something I can achieve." Yeng Hong said with a grin and pointed a finger to himself. Being at the top for once in something he excelled in left him a swimmingly good mood. After all, his tiger quirk had given him both strength, speed, and agility. He didn't even need weapons since his claws can serve as one if needed. Mei asking him to join their agency for the internship had him stroke his chin. Joining the top agency in all of SEA region was fine and dandy but so was the additional work. However, it did give him a chance to be based back in Malaysia again, and be with his dad for a while. That and being able to be with three girls? He can put up with a little work. "Of course, being in the top agency and heroes? I definitely wouldn't mind, besides, I can also show you all some good food spots." Yeng Hong brushed his hair backwards confidently. "Still, you sure your dad wouldn't mind? I mean, he's gonna take on an additional two interns when he got two of you already." His hand lazily waved to both Mei and Aurora.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei --- Zeal Hero Agency Internship Commence!Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1-B --- Zeal overheard the conversation that his daughter was having with her friends. He watched the Sports Festival and wasn't pleased with the performance they demonstrated, nonetheless he wanted them and wasted no time announcing that the entire 1-B will is granted internships at the Zeal Hero Agency. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE WE ARE GOING TO MALAYSIA IN A FEW MINUTES! YOUR HOMEROOM TEACHER TALIA IS NO EXCEPTION!" Zeal cannot help but flex his authority passionately, his wife has already bought the entire class plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. This whole thing was a surprise to the students but it was planned from behind the scenes as the Principal permitted Zeal to take Talia's class with him to Malaysia. Mei could feel nothing but awkwardness from her lively father. She was certainly happy but to be so grandiose and chewing the scenery just like that really would warrant her jealousy from people and other worldly expectations and peer pressure. To add fire, Zeal chose five students that would directly intern by his side. "Mei — Do better than your classmates, intern along side me, my daughter. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, this is perfect, I worked along side with your father over the years and he'd be happy to see you because I'm working on a case with him right now. Mizo Aberashi, your quirk reminds me of All Might and I'm taking you in, Aurora Yashia, your parents must've been proud seeing your non-combat quirk grant you first place in the Sports Festival, I'm taking you in and your parents will be working along side me. As for the fifth student, let's see..." Mei sighed from being embarrassed. "Told ya, he'd bring us. I would have been totally find with this, if he just held back his excitement!" She said to her friends. "Your honors Talia, anything you need to say to your class?" Zeal asked Talia.@Restalaan@BlackMaiden@Blizz@Angry Bubbles</s>	<\|message\|>Huxley, Jun The shock of the class flying off with the number one hero didn't reach Jun's face. Though his cool gaze gleamed with excitement. For the most part, he had stood alone, humiliated by the last minute decision his father had forced on him. The elder man's baritone, frigid and calculated voice echoed in his head. 'Lose, Jun. I know how much you want to win but trust me, you'll be better off this way.' he had told him in the locker room. 'This was why,' he thought with a smirk. 'You sly old man, how in the world... Wait, it could have been Tsukino. She does have the ability to gaze the future sometimes. Jun strode up as Zeal begun to, one by one, mention the students. If he could just see the man work; that's all. Just watch him, he'd be leagues ahead of most Heroes already. He directed his voice, rattled by adolescence yet cool enough, towards Zeal. "Choose me, Sir. You won't find a stronger hero attending this school than me. I'm not bragging, just speaking facts."</s>
<\|description\|>Renitsuki Kimiko. ~ Puppeteer ~ Civilian Data --- Age Fifteen. Ancestry Japanese Immigrant. Hero Data --- Epithet The Ethereal Marionette, Puppeteer. Personal History Omitted~ Characterization Kimi is a rather reserved and introverted young lady. She isn't one to strive for the spotlight, in fact does her best to avoid it at nearly all costs. She's never truly felt comfortable in social situations and often fumbles over her words when addressed by more than 1 person at a time. Competencies --- Quirk Type Emitter. Quirk Description Crystal Threads - Kimi is able to attach clear threads to whatever she touches; sticking firmly to the surface it is attached to. These threads can be produced in various sizes, the thinner the more difficult to see but easier to break; the thicker the more visible but much stronger. These threads can only be produced from the tips of her fingers. Kimi can make the threads thicken or thin, though they need to be still attached to fingers to do so. Kimi can shoot the threads out from her fingers, though horrible inaccurate and heavily effected by wind; so this manner is often done with all fingers at once to create a short range net of sorts. Kimi's signature move with these threads it to attach to a small mannequin with which she manipulates to attack and defend for her with her excellent manipulation of her threads. Other Talents & Attributes Gymnastics - Her youth was spent in gymnastics and ballet. This has given Kimiko a rather swift and flexible mobility. Burns Water - She is an awful cook and could probably poison her enemies with her best attempts at toasting bread.</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Mizo Aberashi Being sapped of her speed from moving at nearly 140 mph to a screaming halt, Mizo was a little wobbly standing behind Mei, but she had a surprisingly respectful smile on her face. Mizo got beat by a quirk that allowed her opponent to drain momentum, and she caught Mizo just in time before she got blown through like a cannon. Mizo had her black and white helmet under one arm, which matched the color scheme of her entire tactical armor set. She looked dizzy as she stood among the rest of her friends, oddly upbeat for someone who got folded like a lawn chair before she could do anything. Was she laughing? "Oh yeah, that was wild alright, that girl has an awesome quirk! Woah- Hah, I could've beat her if I was a little quicker, no trouble though. I'll get her next time!" Mizo had an aggressive and prideful energy to her, she didn't take defeat lightly, but she was also pretty confident in herself, so she took solace in knowing there was a damn good quirk out there to match her own. She was the tallest among them and stood behind Mei like a shaky pillar of dignity and positivity in the face of defeat. "Zeal's agency? Sounds good to me." Mizo never picked an internship, but Mei's father was the best of the best, so she wasn't about to refuse a chance to intern under Zeal himself.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora looked forward; zoned out into her own world of thought, void of the world around herself. She snapped out of the train of thoughts turning to Mei as she listened nodding before looking away "T-Thankyou. You both did great as well."She studdered allowing her natural shyness to show messing with a strand of snow-white hair as her pastel blue eyes looked away to the side and towards the ground. Aurora was never one for interactions. If it hadn't been for the support and training she got from this school and the mass amount of people that she calls family that taught her some self-defense and ways to think during battle while using the horrible combat quirk she was born with. She might not have done as well as she did. she was thankful that the changes she had set for her costume really came in handy and the fact it was hard to really know what her unique quirk did. She calmed herself down mentally before looking back at Mei listening to her extend an invite for a possible internship with her family's agency "S-Sure, I was probably just going to intern with the local police to better train on the use of my quirks and learn ways of using them; however, I would be a fool not to accept an invitation like that." she added allowing her voice to soften a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong Enishi The Tiger : Harry Harimau Seeing the two top heroes in the SEA region had him grinning ear to ear even as he looked back upon the previous months. One of the two representatives of Eirei and considered nearly the top student in his school. Got to remain humble, can't let it get to my head. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, or Harry, giggled inwardly. His chest puffing out a lot more and ears facing forward, tail moving back and forth gently. Being the second tallest in the group but still, one of the broader one of them, it was hard to miss his body cues. "Naturally, it's only something I can achieve." Yeng Hong said with a grin and pointed a finger to himself. Being at the top for once in something he excelled in left him a swimmingly good mood. After all, his tiger quirk had given him both strength, speed, and agility. He didn't even need weapons since his claws can serve as one if needed. Mei asking him to join their agency for the internship had him stroke his chin. Joining the top agency in all of SEA region was fine and dandy but so was the additional work. However, it did give him a chance to be based back in Malaysia again, and be with his dad for a while. That and being able to be with three girls? He can put up with a little work. "Of course, being in the top agency and heroes? I definitely wouldn't mind, besides, I can also show you all some good food spots." Yeng Hong brushed his hair backwards confidently. "Still, you sure your dad wouldn't mind? I mean, he's gonna take on an additional two interns when he got two of you already." His hand lazily waved to both Mei and Aurora.</s> <\|message\|>Kaku Mei --- Zeal Hero Agency Internship Commence!Okio, Singapore May 7 Class 1-B --- Zeal overheard the conversation that his daughter was having with her friends. He watched the Sports Festival and wasn't pleased with the performance they demonstrated, nonetheless he wanted them and wasted no time announcing that the entire 1-B will is granted internships at the Zeal Hero Agency. "ALRIGHT EVERYONE WE ARE GOING TO MALAYSIA IN A FEW MINUTES! YOUR HOMEROOM TEACHER TALIA IS NO EXCEPTION!" Zeal cannot help but flex his authority passionately, his wife has already bought the entire class plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. This whole thing was a surprise to the students but it was planned from behind the scenes as the Principal permitted Zeal to take Talia's class with him to Malaysia. Mei could feel nothing but awkwardness from her lively father. She was certainly happy but to be so grandiose and chewing the scenery just like that really would warrant her jealousy from people and other worldly expectations and peer pressure. To add fire, Zeal chose five students that would directly intern by his side. "Mei — Do better than your classmates, intern along side me, my daughter. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, this is perfect, I worked along side with your father over the years and he'd be happy to see you because I'm working on a case with him right now. Mizo Aberashi, your quirk reminds me of All Might and I'm taking you in, Aurora Yashia, your parents must've been proud seeing your non-combat quirk grant you first place in the Sports Festival, I'm taking you in and your parents will be working along side me. As for the fifth student, let's see..." Mei sighed from being embarrassed. "Told ya, he'd bring us. I would have been totally find with this, if he just held back his excitement!" She said to her friends. "Your honors Talia, anything you need to say to your class?" Zeal asked Talia.@Restalaan@BlackMaiden@Blizz@Angry Bubbles</s> <\|message\|>Huxley, Jun --- The shock of the class flying off with the number one hero didn't reach Jun's face. Though his cool gaze gleamed with excitement. For the most part, he had stood alone, humiliated by the last minute decision his father had forced on him. The elder man's baritone, frigid and calculated voice echoed in his head. 'Lose, Jun. I know how much you want to win but trust me, you'll be better off this way.' he had told him in the locker room. 'This was why,' he thought with a smirk. 'You sly old man, how in the world... Wait, it could have been Tsukino. She does have the ability to gaze the future sometimes. Jun strode up as Zeal begun to, one by one, mention the students. If he could just see the man work; that's all. Just watch him, he'd be leagues ahead of most Heroes already. He directed his voice, rattled by adolescence yet cool enough, towards Zeal. "Choose me, Sir. You won't find a stronger hero attending this school than me. I'm not bragging, just speaking facts."</s> <\|message\|>Aberashi, Mizo Penrose "Hm, only to do their best when they're in a foreign country..." A tall proper looking woman dressed in black with daggers strapped to her sides and white hair walked behind the number one hero. The sound of her boots clacking against the floor announced her presence. This was the number two hero, and class 1B's teacher. Penrose. Her quirk was a mess for most to handle, but her students no doubt knew that better than most. Her quirk involved hyper realistic illusions and sensory manipulation, once you're caught, you're subjected to whatever she makes you see. "It's as Zeal says, you should all strive to better your skill as heroes. You are my students, so I will be coming with you on this trip, after all, someone has to keep Zeal in check." she joked. Penrose was eye level with Mizo, yet the two of them physically were very different, while Mizo was built like a tank with legs, Penrose was a lot more spindly and spry. She was a very mobile type of person. "Aurora, you've come very far for someone with a quirk such as yours, you should be proud." She told Aurora, knowing how strange and annoying her quirk was for the girl. She watched her struggle and suffer a lot but she never gave up. "As for the rest of you, keep improving and one day you'll all be great heroes."</s> <\|message\|>Lou Fu Yeng Hong The Tiger : Harry Harimau Enishi "Wait, we're going now?" Lou Fu wanted to protest that they barely packed anything but the enthusiasm of the top hero swept it away as his class was caught in it. Deciding to just better follow the flow, he threw his hand to the sides with a shrug. Ah well, I got my clothes in Malaysia so it ain't a problem anyway. When Zeal addressed him, that snapped him to attention and more so when he heard his father being mentioned. Zeal pointing that he's working with him on a case and was willing to take him just sealed the deal. "Alright! Just point me and I'll kick all the villain's ass! Haha!" He gave a thumbs up to that and grinned though he felt the high pressure. The top hero is one thing but the thought of disappointing his father made him burned with a passion. "If it helps, I do appreciate it." He ribbed Mei gently with a prob of his elbow. Turning to Jun and thinking on his words, Lou Fu felt a little cheeky at the proclamation of being the strongest though. "Stronger? You sure about that?" Lou Fu raised and flexed his arm lightly, the school uniform stretching to near limits before he stopped. Only Mizo could claim to be stronger than him, and that was still dependant on other factors. He didn't become the top representative of the class after all. Hearing Penrose came in took his mind off as she said she'll be joining in for the trip. Telling them to do their best had him nodding to that. "Of course, teach."</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora Aurora nodded blushing some at the attention she had gotten ever since being enrolled in this school as she had originally assumed she would just fly under the radar get her education and move on with her life after graduation but it seemed all her plans went down a different path as it seemed others knew how to deal with her quirk better than she did herself. Maybe her parents had a bigger network than she thought. "Thanks."She said to Penrose looking around seeing everyone else hyper and excited about the sudden trip. She was happy to see it all go over well. She then thought about what her adopted parents thought of all this and they probably approved more than her actual parents probably would have. She sighed adjusting some in her seat pulling out her headphone to listen to some music and maybe calm her nerves of this sudden treat</s>	<\|message\|>Renitsuki Kimiko. Soft tapping echoed quietly as graceful steps rushed down the hallway as Kimiko rushed to meet up with her class; having accidentally slept passed her first several alarms. Approaching her destination her steps slowed to a casual stride, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Moving into view of her classmates soft glass blue eyes scanned the room, taking notice of Mei's family also in attendance. Kimi took a quiet space in the back of the small crowd, arms interlaced at her midsection with a small wooden anatomical doll draped lifelessly over her folded forearms. Kimi remained silent as she listened to the others speak. Her eyes lighting up excitedly at the mention of getting an internship with the #1 hero. Lightly Kimi shook the small wooden doll in her arms, as if trying to get its attention. "Did you hear that Otouto-chan." Kimi whispered quietly to the doll. "We've got an internship."</s>
<\|description\|>Yukimura Shinon Pulled Out: Tidal Surge Additionally, a blue-colored cowl covers her pink hair, which has tidal waves inscriptions on it. Civilian Data --- Age 15 Ancestory Fifth Generation Japanese \| Singaporean Hero Data --- Epithet The Water Hero: Tidal Surge Characterization Shinon has two sides of her; one is a bubbly, sweet, and kind child with a slight bit of shyness because she is embarrassed about her other side. Her other side is a raging storm or tidal wave, which constantly gets slightly annoyed at any little thing that happens. The raging tempest side is also much more serious than her innocent side. She is the calm before the storm in a nutshell. Support Item Nitrogen Flute: Using the Instrument, Shinon is able to compact heat energy, turn it into sound, and by creating friction with the water in the air, can turn the sound into the cold air, to which she can produce and launch icicles at her target. The sound waves allow her to precisely control her Quirk. Competencies --- Quirk Type Accumulation Quirk Description Tidal Wave is a water quirk that primarily controls any water surface to become Tidal Waves. The size of a Tidal wave depends on her personality, one is a bubbly, sweet, and kind child, and the other is a raging leviathan that causes havoc through its immense sized Tidal Waves. 15 ft (4.572 Meters) height is for her sweet innocent personality, while 50 ft (15.1 meters) Tidal Wave Height is a more aggressive and serious personality. As well, the water that Shinon controls can bypass electrical currents. It makes it much easier for her not to be electrocuted by her power if her Tidal Waves hit anything Electricity-based. During these Tidal Waves, the water currents are intensely fast, which will drag people to their deaths if they decide to fight against it. The biggest danger to these tidal waves is the chance of drowning and how hard they hit you in their larger size versions. Other Talents & Attributes Musical Talent - Shinon is skilled in playing the Alto Flute and the Harp. It is because her parents play these two instruments, primarily. Stamina - Shinon has an abundance of energy because of her swimming, running tendencies, and slightly because of her hyperactiveness. As such, she makes many strides to keep her skills in check. Speed - Shinon has an increased speed by the reason she always runs or swims. Always shows herself to the greatest of her abilities. It's because she wants to be as fast as water currents.</s> <\|message\|>Yashia, Aurora It was a whirlwind of things to deal with understanding all that was happening around her of their trip to Zeal's agency. Oracle didn't expect to work with a support hero taufik and 1A's own teacher. Aurora nodded and bowed "Thankyou for accepting the oppertunity to teach me"she said gently smiling behind her mask "i hope i learn lots to be of use"she said happily taking in the training she received before heading to kaku's family mansion The next morning she was watching and listening to the debriefing of why the selected five were selected for this mission and what they were to do. Aurora wadnt too fond with actually having to deal with physical combat that wasnt exactly her strongest suit at the moment she would prefer to keep to her gathering intel and remaining in the back bit she wasnt going to complain,accepting the oppertunity to learn.</s> <\|message\|>Huxley, Jun --- Phantasm stood stoically, a bit off to the side of the others. There was no real reason why, besides it was just his own personal circumstance. He hardly took note of it but it was something he often did. As he stood, looking through the UI of his mask; a clear albeit blue-tinted screen, Phantasm was beginning to feel nerves. Outwardly, he gripped the side his hand was casually placed on a bit tighter than usual. It was good his mask was hiding his features. 'Control yourself... I can't tell if I'm excited or... scared.' He glanced at the others, remembering the slight prod that Lou Fu had shot him at the classroom. Soon he'd know the heartbreaking truth, that as much as the others had failed; he had threw his match at the festival. He hadn't given the boy a response back then cause his actions would speak louder. Phantasm tilted his head a bit and answered brusquely, "No sir!"</s>	<\|message\|>Yukimura Shinon "Tidal Surge" \| 15 \| Quirk: Tidal Wave May 7th, Earlier Class 1A Class Room --- In terms, Shinon was sitting at her seat in Class 1A, always the most studious classmate compared to the others in her class. She was slightly disappointed in the performance of her classroom at the Sports Festival. If everyone were like her, this classroom would've won the Sports Festival, since she's always on time and never misses a single class or lecture. However, when Emulator spoke up, which she had a slightly annoyed look on her face. Shinon felt a bit offended by how much he wanted to know about another's sex life, but thankfully, she wasn't interested in sex until she's married. She waited for Emulator to stop lecturing the class to speak up about her nonexistent sex life. " I am a virgin still, even though it would be nicer if you weren't so obsessed in our sanctity, Emulator, sir. It's because my parents told me to wait until marriage, anyway." She spoke with precisely a tone that was respectful but slightly annoyed. As well, Shinon was so excited when she heard the news about interning with her cousin's father at his Hero Agency. She is still internally frustrated that Emulator demoted her cousin to Class 1B because Mei didn't meet his lofty high standards. ' Mei is probably enjoying Penrose's classroom much more. Since Penrose is much nicer than Mr. Creepzoid.' She thought in the back of her head, only because of Emulator's obsession in knowing their sex life. It is like a constant thing that every day of the past two months, it happened without fail, and Shinon gives the same answer to him since it's true. She's like one of the few people that don't want to be expelled, which would disappoint her parents. However, she felt the ire of Cao's eyes land on her, and he was praising her work on the Nitrogen Flute. It felt a bit weird to get praise by one that is so weird, like him. " Flutes are one of my favorite musical instruments; therefore, thank you for the compliment. I know my parents told me that's what 1A is for, which is why they were so excited when I became a 1A student at this exceptional academy." She spoke with a great understanding of what the 1A classroom is and does. Shinon was very happy at work she put into her support item. When Emulator dismissed his class to go to 1B, it was a great relief since the two teachers are like night and day in comparison. Shinon walked to 1B's classroom and waved happily at Penrose, her uncle Zeal, and her cousin Mei. As such, Shion was a beacon of positivity, but Emulator does grind that positivity somewhat because his curriculum was much stricter in most cases. --- The next morning, Shinon had always wanted to learn skills that fit her, which is why she listened and watched the briefing very closely. Her weaknesses were very massive since she has a combat quirk, which causes much destruction around her. However, she would love to learn how to deal with these weaknesses to be better suited for any task. " I have no problems with that, uncle Zeal! I do need to get stronger in other areas, so I am not a one-trick pony." She spoke with a genuine worry about being a one-trick pony. Heroes must say their hero names in public after all, or it would be much easier for villains to find them and kill them. However, Heroes have to contend with Villains always, no matter what. " It is my pleasure to work with all of you." She spoke towards everyone else in the Furious Five. As well, she was smiling a bit bigger while she was looking directly at Tsundere because it's always lovely to be with her cousin.</s>
<\|description\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Duality; The Emotive Hero 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Pawn 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 Emotion Spectrum - Emitter \| Transformation Emiho's quirk is a combination of her mother's quirk which caused her to feed off of and emulate the predominant emotions of those around her, and of her father's quirk which caused him to emit different levels of light or darkness based on his own emotions. This combination has borne fruit as Emotion Spectrum which causes Emiho's emotions to change based on those around her. Emiho's emotions are affected by the emotions of those around her. It causes her to emulate what the majority of those within a certain radius around her are feeling. Another piece of the quirk puzzle comes in the form of Emiho being able to emit the stored emotional energy as light or darkness based on the predominant emotion she is intaking. This effect, however, is almost always active to some extent as if it wasn't then she would eventually feel an overload of emotion. However, she can also choose to release the emotions in quick, strong bursts that function similarly to that of a laser. It can be destructive. However, the more she uses an emotion this way the easier it is for the emotion to take control of her. One she has found to counteract how much the quirk affects her own feelings is by essentially sorting the emotions she draws on into one of two boxes. Positive emotions like happiness, excitement, love, or anticipation; and negative emotions like sorrow, fear, anger, or anxiety. The main issues with doing this though are that she loses a lot of power in her emission of emotions and it takes a lot of concentration. To counteract the loss of power, the only options she has are to stop focusing on control or to find a place where, the only people within the range of which she draws from, all of the emotions go into only one of the boxes. Another effect of her quirk is that based on the emotions she is using; her hair, eyes, and skin change color. Dealing with the two boxes the changes are more obvious with the positive emotions causing her hair, eyes, and skin to begin to look more vibrant and colorful. Her hair will become a bright lively purple, her eyes a deep red, and her skin looks full of life. Negative emotions do the opposite. Her hair begins to lose color changing to a ghastly white, her eyes become dark almost like pure blackness, and her skin becomes entirely pale. If she hasn't forced the emotions into the boxes then whichever emotion is being currently used affects her appearance a little less obvious but her hair, eyes, and skin begin to become slightly tinted in the color usually most associated with the particular emotion. She has developed a specialized support item that can store the emitted emotions. Using them she can store small one-use flashbangs or 'darkbangs'. Another device is integrated directly into her suit which helps to direct the 'flow' of her emission into the laser-like blasts. The benefit of this device is that she can give up a little bit of control to increase power. However, it tends to be a last-ditch effort as they still don't negate the effects of mass emissions of her quirk. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Katō Emiho - 加藤恵美帆 As long as she doesn't have to use her quirk extensively, Emiho has a tendency towards showcasing a friendly, caring smile. Due to the nature of her quirk, she does try to avoid situations that would cause any emotion to flare up too much. She isn't exactly shy but she also tends to avoid large groups of people unless she knows a few people in the group. She also has a bad habit of mothering those close to her. This could be because as a child she always stuck extremely close to her mother and anytime she'd play pretend she would always take the mother role. It could also come down to how out of her own siblings as well as cousins she is the oldest by a large margin. Despite the obvious issues that could occur she was often the one who would babysit her siblings and cousins. The first few years of this were a right laughing stock as before she learned to control her quirk better she'd act like the children a bit too much. But it is what lead to her learning how to box up the various emotions. Where the desire to become a hero originated from could come from a few sources. Her father was a very low-ranking hero but he always put his best into it. She also adored watching anime and similar shows revolving around varying types of heroes. She especially liked the ones where the heroes had trouble with their own abilities. It made her feel like she could one day control her own quirk rather than lose herself to it. Bottom line, Emiho has a deep desire to help people and take care of them. She loves to see others smile. 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 Born the first child to a low-ranking hero and a seamstress, Emiho's life has generally been normal for the world today. Her quirk developed fairly late comparatively and it was very much a difficult one for her to handle. But over the years and with the help of her parents she learned a way to box up the various emotions and keep them from driving her. Outside of the odd occasional issues with her quirk, Emiho was a model student. Perfect grades, near-perfect attendance outside of emotional blowouts, and excellent behavior are indicative of her life as a student.</s> <\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Hasaki did his best to place himself between both Chinatsu and Shakuko acting as a sort of barrier in the most discreet way possible as he listened to his relative rattle on to the others. "I've already sent my wishes to father," Hasaki said in an even tone before a smirk crept on his face before continuing. "Besides I think we both know who is being named next after my father". As he finished Hasaki waited and watched as his cousin quickly turned her attention to his other classmates, slightly irritating him but he let it pass without showing. Seeing as how she moved away from Chinatsu, Hasaki relaxed slightly, stepping forward so that the focus was on himself rather than her. "Unfortunately I will be heading out on family as you put it. There is not much I have to learn from you as it relates to my quirk." he finished forming a small blue flame in his hand before snuffing it out in a fist. "I'd rather learn from a real pro at the top since that's where I'm going to end up, besides it's not like I won't continue my training with the elders anyway." As he finished his declaration Hasaki paused for a moment, turning to look at his sister that was still behind him before turning back to his cousin. "As for Chinatsu, I'm sure any agency would love to have her as an intern, after all, she is my sister." He finished with a proud proclamation as if the mere fact of her bloodline made her better than his other classmates or any other options there were for interns. Turing and crouching down to meet his sister eye to eye preceding to ignore the other anyone else if they bothered to respond to him. "What do you say we go find Selica? I figured she'd be the perfect fit for both of us." As far as Hasaki was concerned Selica couldn't help much with training his own quirk but what she could show was how she climbed up to the 3 ranked. For Chinatsu, though he hoped that Selica could help in showing her how to use her power effectively in a better way than he could, that was if Chinatsu even wanted to show off her quirk.</s> <\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Honoka "We should probably go see about those internships," Honoka announced to anyone still hanging around. "Don't want to end up missing out on a great opportunity." Several had already left, but she should definitely lead by example for anyone dragging their feet. She couldn't lead the charge, but she could at least give that little bit of extra encouragement. It would help if she knew exactly where she'd go, though. Unlike some of her classmates, she didn't have a really clear idea of where she'd fit in. No family connections to lean on or elemental quirks that would mesh well with some of the more notable hero agencies. What she still needed was some good training to better use her quirk in a proper fight. She had a pretty good handle on what she could do, and finally had a decent control over how much she altered inertia. Still, her mediocre showing at the sports fest last year wasn't something Honoka wanted to repeat. As she looked around, she noticed several of the biggest heroes in Japan. Not intimidating at all, nope. She was surprised the number 5 hero wasn't bus beating away a legion of fans with a stick. Made it easier to introduce herself, at least. "I'm Honoka Oda," she said, straightforward and without at hint of nervousness. "I'd like to intern with your agency, if I may." Any luck, and she wouldn't come off as some fangirl angling for a chance to get close to her personal hero.</s>	<\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 x x x x x x x x[color=lavender][/color][color=mediumaquamarine][/color] x x \| \| \| --- \| --- \| Emiho had known pro heroes were going to show up. They all knew this it was fairly obvious. But to nearly bump into one after having a 'tirade' in her mind 'telling Sasuke off' made her worried of if the hero had heard any of her embarrassing words. Yet again, Shinon was there to save Emihoand she was very thankful. Being brought out of her mild stupor, Emiho bowed and said, "P-p-pleasure to meet you!" Soon though one of the third years, a member of the big three, Todoroki Shakuko appeared near them to speak with Snake-Eyes. The sheer star power gathering in this room made Emiho shirk a little bit but the sheer confidence and strength of mind and will quickly counteracted that desire to hide. Looking around, the room was really a powerful gathering of heroes. So many of the pillars were here and a few not far from those spots. One though she had no desire to get near out of uncertainty what to speak about with her. Seeing Hotwheels caused her mind to go back to Enka once again. Emiho had no desire to go back to the Ida family's Hero Agency. At least not until she's had a chance to confront Enka. In regards to the others, they were all intimidating presences as well. But she had already made up her mind and Yozoru speaking up to Snake Eyes drew her attention back to the one she wanted to train under. Channeling the confidence from the people in the room, "Ms. Snake Eyes, my name is Katō Emiho. I'm requesting to work under you for my internship. I HAVE to become stronger than I am." --- --- --- The eerie hero showed up late to the festivities of the day, but this was quite typical for him. Dressed in a dark suit which was a tad larger than it should be, the number nine pillar found a wall which no one was watching to lean against as he wondered who of these prospective heroes would choose the less glamourous style of heroing which he lived in. His eyes quickly stuck to a few he knew would be well suited for working from the shadows.</s>
<\|description\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 The Unbreakable Hero - Aegis 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 Pawn 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 Ego – Emitter Aegis' Quirk allows him to surround himself in an invisible barrier of energy which both acts as a forcefield and to serves to enhance his physical abilities; while this barrier is active he is both highly resistant to damage, though not invulnerable, and much stronger than he is without it. By default his barrier shapes itself to fit the shape of his body, with enough breathing room that it also covers his clothing as long as it isn't loose fitting; however, Aegis can control the form of the barrier to an extent, even expand it so it can be used to shield other people or to attack. The strength of Aegis' Quirk is linked to his ego, rising and falling in relation to his current mental state; in other words, the more confident and sure of himself Aegis feels the stronger he is. In theory this means that if he ever loses faith in himself his Quirk will become weaker as a result. However, for better or for worse, Aegis' personality is such that this has never happened. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Aegis, real name Dietrich Konig, is destined to be the greatest hero ever to come out of Eirei; or so he believes. To hear Dietrich tell it himself he is fearless in the face of danger, courageous in the heat of battle, gallant in the presence of evil, admired by those around him and feared by his enemies. He is ruthless in how he deals with villains, not pulling his punches even if he is far stronger than them, is glad to help out his fellow heroes, especially since most of them need it, and is more than happy to put on a show for civilians, whether that be signing autographs and taking pictures or showboating during a fight. He is also, if you haven't noticed, a little full of himself. Ever since Dietrich's Quirk appeared he has been praised by those around him, surrounded by those who told him he was meant for great things and that he would make a great hero one day. This has, unfortunately, given him quite the overblown ego and a little bit of a god complex on top of it. 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 When Dietrich's Quirk first appeared, nobody thought much of it; the ability to create a barrier was nothing special and since neither of his parents had particularly strong abilities it was expected that his Quirk would plateau at a young age. However, as he grew older his strength kept increasing, far eclipsing that of his peers, and Dietrich's potential was brought to the attention of some very important people. He was scouted to attend a special school in Berlin, a kind of preparatory school for young heroes, leaving behind his home in Strausberg, Germany to go there. He was excited at first; for the first time in years he met people who could keep up with him, but even among those promising young heroes there was no one who could keep up with his growth. Over time he began to overtake them all. His parents, the teachers, even the other students began to say he would be the strongest hero in Germany one day, maybe even all of Europe. Dietrich acknowledged all of the praise, accepted it as fact, and his powers continued to grow. Even someone like Dietrich wanted a challenge however. With how strong he was he started to chafe under the confines of the special school, surrounded by peers who could no longer push him. He was bored. Then he heard about Eirei Academy. Rather than staying in Germany, staying in the same school with the same classmates Dietrich decided to enrol himself at an internationally recognised academy from a country renowned for its strong heroes and villains latter in the hopes of finding a challenge.</s> <\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 --- `Lady Miyako Common Room.` --- To say the least, things are a bit... rough. Heidi had her arms crossed, as she watched the broadcast with an entirely straight face. Zeal, who was the number one got killed by Godfather, and Ida who was in her class snapped and killed a bunch of first years. What a great way to start the new year, isn't it? Many of Heidi's fellow classmates and friends were very perturbed by the events. Heidi on the other hand was outright enraged by it. How dare Ida, someone she looked up to, do this? What's more, Zeal was defeated but... but to Heidi that just meant that they needed a better #1 Hero. Not Heidi, but maybe someone in the room. Of course Sasuke had to come on in and stir the pot and blame her class for Ida freaking out like that. Like it was their fault that he flipped out. Now that struck a nerve in the firey girl, to say the least. While everyone was admonishing him, she thought they were being a bit too soft. She balled her fist as it heated up. Heatwaves radiated off of her before her hands burst into flames. Fire radiated from her hair as she pointed at Sasuke and shouted, "Sasuke, shut the hell up!" Heidi started, the fire in her hair flared up that accentuated each word. "Like you have something to say if Ida was in your class." --- `Lady Miyako Common Room.` --- Phoebe was on her gaming system in the back of the room. Silently playing her game while the headmistress prattled on about what happened. Honestly Phoebe knew exactly what she was gonna say, some speech about pulling together and holding hands and sing songs. Bah! Who cares. While what Ida did was all kinds of wrong, Phoebe knew that the League of villains just wanted to sew hysteria! And that's what they did! Cause hysteria among Japan and the rest of the hero community. Of course Sasuke had to open his trap and piss off Class-A. While what happened to Ida could have happened to anyone in any class, a storm was coming.... and honestly Phoebe didn't think highly of the current hero community. Then Todoroki had to go and strike Phoebe's nerve. She turned off her system as she said to him, "... Like how the A-list heroes protected the people Ida killed?" She said and craned her neck at her as she went back to her system. Speaking to everyone as if they aren't even worth eye contact, "Look if you guys wanna cover her ears and ignore the obvious, then that's you. But if you all want protection you better learn how to do it yourself. Because you all seen what happened to Zeal, right?" Then she played her game like nothing was important.</s> <\|message\|>Picture is still WIP Tatsudoku Kouseki Lady Miyako Common Room --- The long haired boy sat in the back row, off to the far side as if to distance himself from others much as he could. He leant on his arm as the other rested on the desk, watching the conversation unfold. So it seems Sasuke's put them and everyone else up to something that was sort of a pain, as he usually does. Well not that he can fault him, there was a kind of hunger he could respect in his pursuit, perhaps rooted in being quirkless, feeling that need to prove himself. Regardless, the direction of the conversation seemed to go into some more philosophical terms. His own answer was easy, sacrifice nothing. It's what separates a hero from a day job in his opinion. Still, he had no desire to voice this opinion. There was already a tizzy of that he had no desire to add to it. He turned his gaze away from the conversation, choosing to think about what he might do about the Hero Recruitment. In contrast to those who were from normal families, who by default felt they had to work for preferences and a high ranking agency to hire them, he knew full well how easy it was to get a prestigious agency if you were born in the right family. Though he no longer has that preferential luxury. He much preferred it this way, whether it was it felt more real, or that he felt more free. As for the events that had befallen A Class, it was truly an unfortunate outcome. A traitor of all things was pretty bad, but a member of the Iida clan also... Such an event was abnormal to say the least, were it any average student in these classes then it would not shake things up so much, but a member of a major clan... It cast a shadow of doubt on how trustworthy those in power might be. Still, this was but a tiny chip in a gigantic vase. It would simply be the beginning, so he felt.</s>	<\|message\|>𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐠𝐨 Dietrich Konig - Aegis Pathetic That was the only thing he could call all of… this. The rep for class B had brought them all into this room so they could watch the announcement from the Pillars, just so he could rake them over the coals afterwards? Dietrich leaned back in his seat until it creaked, eyes pointed at the ceiling as he heard yet another person add their pointless opinion to this mess; another worry, another argument, another rallying cry, another optimistic sentiment. Pathetic. Bickering and fighting and whining and bickering some more. The old witch was right; they had been coddled for too long if this was how they reacted to Zeal's death, to Enka's betrayal. Too soft, despite the power they all had and he had to admit that some of them had a lot of power; even stronger than him, in some cases. It took more than just strength to make a hero however, he heard someone say and agreed with them; strength was needed, but it also took willpower and courage, it took arrogance and vanity, it took madness and selfishness. You had to be more than everyone else. That was the only way you were going to change anything. He closed his eyes, the ceiling replaced by darkness as he blocked out the light. Unfortunately he couldn't close his ears as easily. What was he willing to sacrifice? The answer was easy. Nothing. He wasn't willing to sacrifice a damn thing; not one thing, not one person, not even a speck. All would be safe under his aegis and if any villain dared to try and challenge that, he'd be standing in their way and they would not move him, would not break him no matter how hard they tried. When the dust fell they would the ones crushed beneath him and they wouldn't get a single iota away from him. Heroes didn't lose, they couldn't afford to, so he wouldn't. Anyone willing to accept any other outcome wasn't fit to be a hero. Most of the people in this room probably weren't fit; so few were in the end. Enka sure as hell wasn't, damn traitor. People were still talking, but it was one voice in particular that caught his interest. He opened his eyes ad turned his head to see the Fourth Pillar, Snake-Eyes herself standing in the corner of the room. A pro-hero, a real one, but more than that the person who wouldn't training him and a few others for the foreseeable future; he'd earned that spot more through his connection to Keiji than anything else, so this was the first time they were meeting in person. "How the hell'd you get here so quickly? I thought that broadcast was live."</s>
<\|description\|>Kira Nickname: Superior Dance Sensation Hiko no Kira Age: 19 Eyes: Black Hair: Black Description: Kira is a young woman of moderately athletic build, standing at 5'6", with spiky, jet-black, jaw-length hair parted on the left side with the majority of it, including her bangs, brushed towards her right side. Her eyes, equally black, are sharply angled, bright and confident. Her body is toned from a lifestyle filled with movement, with a particular emphasis on lower-body workouts. Her bust is smaller than average, but her hips are notably rounded, leading into powerful, meaty thighs. When not dressed in a stage costume, her day-to-day attire consists of short-shorts, colored a deep grey-almost black, which show off her legs from the thigh down to just below the knee, where a pair of bright orange leg warmers take over skin-covering duty, only letting up once they reach her ankles, exposing her bare feet. She pairs this with a matching dark grey hooded sweatshirt, the hood of which is usually up over her head in a marginally-effective attempt to hide her face from those with ill intent toward her, the torso of which features a long pocket accessible by either hand, and the sleeves of which can be un-zipped about a fourth of the way from the shoulder to prevent overheating. Also typically found wearing combination headphones+speakers connected to a music player, which she can utilize in battle to change her movement patterns. Country of Origin: Japan Condition: Adept Biography:A career entertainer attempting to make it big using her talent for dance, Kira found her big break when her Septima awakened within her and she put it to use in making her dance routines more unique than any other entertainer in the market at the time. Enthusiastic, brash, and with a bit of a temper issue, Kira approaches everything she's interested in with 110% of her near boundless energy. She prefers speaking in a casual manner with people, but will observe formality when culturally appropriate. She enjoys being the center of attention as much as she enjoys putting smiles on people's faces. She also enjoys getting into fights, having been a playground roughhouser in her early years and never really growing out of it. Foreign and local cultures also tend to pique her interest. Patience is not something that comes easily to her. Equipment: Lens- Left: None Right: None Ring: None Pendant: None Gear- (0 Kudos) None Skills- Mobility: (250 Kudos) Run Jump Float [Through Grav Alter] Drift [Through Grav Alter] Combat: (10 Kudos) Weapon Training - Traditional [Small] - Kira is trained in the art of capoeira, which she travelled to Brazil specifically to learn. She can effectively fight by dancing, and is able to use different styles of music to change up her movement patterns. Septima- Name: What Goes Up Must Go Down Element: Gravity [Basic Element (100 Kudos) Color: Black Powers- (425 Kudos) Grav Room - [Element Generation: Field] - A large box shaped field, about the size of a two story suburban home when used outdoors, which shapes to fit the room she's in when indoors. Allows Kira to change the direction and/or magnitude of gravity's pull on all living things within the field. Creation of field uses EP, dissipates two minutes after creation, upon Kira exiting the field, or upon deliberate dissipation by Kira. (100) Grav Net - [Element Generation: Field] A flat rectangular field, about the size of Kira, which has the ability to increase the magnitude of gravity on any inanimate object touching the field, pulling it downward instantly ("downward" defined as whatever direction gravity is pulling in the area at the time of usage.) Uses EP to maintain. (100) Grav Pull - [Remote Manipulation: Individual] - Affects any single person in her line of sight, which allows her to use gravity to yank them in a direction dictated by a bodily movement. Each motion requires EP to perform, more drastic movement requiring more EP than subtle ones. (100) Grav Hurl - [Remote Manipulation: Mass] - Alters direction and/or magnitude of gravity's pull on any single non-living mass in her line of sight. Effect expires after two minutes, or until used again. Returning gravity to normal costs no EP. (50) Grav Alter - [Self Adjust] - Alters the direction and/or magnitude of gravity on her own body. Persists until used again, or until Overheat. Returning gravity to normal costs no EP.(75) Build: Tin Battery SP: 3/3 Special Skills: Active- 1: Prostrate Yourselves 2: Weightless 3: Known- Prostrate Yourselves - Kira significantly increases the magnitude of gravity's pull for everyone but herself in a circle around herself, immobilizing and dealing damage to them. Has an active duration of 10 seconds. "Crushing pull of Earth Which makes all one day crumble Now demands, "Prostrate!"" [Offensive Skill 1] (100 Kudos) Weightless - Kira relaxes her muscles and exhales, holding her breath for a moment, draining tension from her body and mind alike. She then takes a reinvigorating inhale, sharpening her focus, and slightly decreasing the magnitude of gravity's pull on herself. [Support Skill Recharge] (100 Kudos) Kudos: Start: (1000 default, 985 used, BONUS: 0, 15 Remaining) Total Used: Total Earned: Total BONUS: Highest Earn: Highest "Combo": Kudo net total: Gravity Overture - Creates two rectangular fields of intense upward gravity under the ground/floor in front of her, aiming to pull the solid material upward and then turn the fields direction toward each other and crush anything/anyone between them. (100)</s> <\|message\|>Travis d'Arcy (pronounced Darcy) Travis d'Arcy @tobiax LOWER DECK 2 "Oi, watch the merch!" --- She--wait, was this person a woman? The pink hair and the robes made him think that way at first, but he...wasn't sure about the voice. And the Japanese style clothes hid a lot of other features that would've been distinguishing. But, whoever they were, they stared at him for several long moments before answering. In his coat pocket, the palm of his hand tensed against his pistol. "Hm. No, I don't suppose I am. And I don't suppose you are, either, judging by the cold sweat." Travis let out a shaky breath. They walked closer, flicking the blood from their sword. He wondered just what a pro like this was doing on a passenger cruise. A sword meant getting up close and personal with somebody...an assassin? The thief didn't think there were any bigwigs on the ship...or at least, none of the safes he'd hit so far hinted at that kind of status. "I have business with these hijackers, as it turns out. I'd suggest you return to your cabin, but they've probably knocked the damn handle of, same as mine. I can't very well leave you here to be harpooned by some Neanderthal, so… follow me. I'll see us through this mess, but please, don't end up underfoot. I can't guarantee your safety if you between me and my enemy." "Oh, believe me," Travis said, putting his other hand in his pocket as well, "I keep me head well out of trouble..." But the bloodied figure kept going--and not in the direction Travis wanted. "Oi, uh...shouldn't we be headin' above deck--" There were two noises, simultaneous, yet easily picked out by their direction and style. Both footsteps. Both groups of more than one person. The first sounded lighter, quieter, except for a distinct, metallic tink tink tink. The latter, heavier, more numerous--by quite a bit. Travis's head whipped back and forth--and the latter group proved to be the most urgent. The sound of flippery boots tromped down the stairs towards the cabins. There was a slamming from below, and the echoing sounds of the engine were drowned out. A cluster of ten divers, harpoon launchers on point, flowed down the stairs, beginning to march into range behind Travis. As they approached, one of the more eager of the divers fired. "Right then!" As soon as he saw the rifle come up he'd made a dive for the nearest broken-in cabin door. The harpoon tore right through one of his whipping coat tails as he tumbled to the floor in a roll, then scrambled onto all fours. He looked out at the swordsperson as he straightened his glasses. "There's your enemy, and here's me out the way!" Now that he was in cover, he grabbed the pistol once more and made sure the safety was off. He popped the magazine out just to check--one in the barrel, thirteen more ready to go--then slammed it back in. The 9mm probably wouldn't do much if those suits had any armor, but it was better than nothing. He tried to calm himself down. You or them, mate, no choice. They shot first-- He stopped, gulping down fear for just a moment. I ain't the one holding the bloody sword. Why would they shoot at him first? Just to get rid of the easier target? But why get rid of anyone at all--he'd already seen that there were no bodies, and limited harm done in struggles with other passengers. Why did these new arrivals go for the kill right off the bat? And, again, why him? "Who the hell even are you knobs!?" he yelled out the doorway, keeping his back to the wall between him and the hallway. No guarantee they'd answer--if tall, pink, and deadly there didn't have them too occupied already--but why not ask? Just to be polite, right? He scoffed at his own joke.</s> <\|message\|>Kanako Akhmatova, though she goes by Kana Kana whirled around at the sounds of a scuffle, awareness ratcheted up as high as it could go. A man with an accent yelling. The sound of harpoons striking the walls. And a very, very faint noise that she couldn't quite parse, but reminded her of violence all the same. She closed her eyes tightly. There are so many better things to worry about right now. There could be something very bad happening down with the engine. You could go up like you planned and deal with the leader. Can you really afford the time to go help whatever's going on? Before the thought had even finished, she knew the answer. Not a chance she was going to stand there as more people got hurt. Not when she could do something about it. Damn everything else, she'd been 'gifted' with these goddamn legs; might as well use them for good for once. She took a long, calming breath. I didn't want to hurt anyone tonight. I really didn't. But just because they started the fight doesn't mean I can't end it. It's different this time. You're helping people. The breath heaved out. Eyes still closed, "Keep going towards the engine room. I'll catch up with you soon." For just a moment, she was very grateful that she was wearing her mask. Her eyes snapped open, and she blasted towards the fight, Edgedancer surging out of her at its full strength. In the space between heartbeats, the calm and slightly wobbling tink of her footsteps was replaced with the shrieking sound of metal crashing into metal at high speed as she blazed down the narrow corridor. The world moved in slow motion around her, and the sound of fighting came into clear focus. A distant corner of her brain hissed in dissatisfaction at the British man. You're making too much noise. Just asking to get hurt. Shut up. She wanted to hate him for being in such a place that she needed to do this. She wanted to find a vessel for her pent-up anger and frustration. Someone that she could blame, and blame harmlessly. But she couldn't bring herself to hate him. He was stuck here like everyone else. Nobody was making her do this but her. A corner in the hallway loomed ahead of her; sounded like whatever was going on was just around it. Even if she wanted to, she didn't have the time or space to slow down. So instead she sped up as much as she could. And jumped. She struck the wall, and with all the speed and power that her Septima brought her, she kicked it. With one more jagged, metallic screech, she launched herself forward and twisted in midair, whizzing past the Englishman and a...man? Woman?...person in a haori, of all things—and aiming a flying scissor kick at the closest frogman. And, as all her pent-up frustration boiled over—her quiet time ruined, her guards off, her legs being used against a human being again—she axed downwards at him with a furious scream.</s>	<\|message\|>Kira Kira likewise stopped upon hearing the sounds of the skirmish coming from down the hall. Not one to shy away from a fight, and itching to knock some more heads after having her trip back home ruined by these wetsuit-clad jerks, a smirking Kira took a step toward the source of the noises. "Keep going towards the engine room. I'll catch up with you soon." The blur that Kana had become whizzed by her before she could fully register what the woman had said, though the pause that sudden movement gave her lasted long enough for her to do so. She...wasn't fully confident she could keep up with that kind of movement in a fight, the wide-eyed Kira decided, at least not without hindering it with gravity, which would be counter-intuitive with them fighting on the same side. It was probably best to stay out of the crossfire of that one. Plus... Kira looked back at the disheveled rugrat who had yet to throw her name, expression setting as her determination settled on a course of action. I got her to think about. Kira turned back on course toward the sound of the engine still coming from the open door they hadn't arrived at yet. "You heard the lady. We keep goin' this way. C'mon." She resumed walking at the same pace they had been before Kana's departure, deciding to use the time it would take to reach the room to get some information flow going. If they were going to run into trouble in the engine room, it might be helpful for them to know what to expect from one another. "My Septima lets me manipulate the magnitude and direction of gravity, either for myself, objects in my line of sight, or for every living thing in an area around myself. I can't target specific living things with the effect. So if I tell you to hold onto me, you hold on tight, okay? And maybe close your eyes if you get motion sick easy."</s>
<\|description\|>Elijah Blake O'Malley Eighteen (8/17) • Male • Bi-sexual. Male lean. (FC: Blake Stevens; Dialogue: 94E657) ♫ I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away oh yeah I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days ♫ ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ► How many years have you attended Second Horizons? "This will be my first." ► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it? "I uh... I don't really care. I don't think there's a Cabin that I really fit into, but I can say that I probably wouldn't like Red that much." ► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you? "Yep. I saved up money for months to come here to get out of doing Christmas with my family. Fuck that shit." ► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of? "Uh... I'm allergic to morphine." ► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons? "No experience, but lessons would be FANTASTIC!" ► What are you looking forward to? "The potential for hotties being here. The Christmas lights. Being away from my family. ► What are you not looking forward to? "I can't really think of anything. Maybe having to share a room with everyone." ► Tell us a little bit about yourself: I'm an optimistic, friendly, science nerd. I'm a hopeless romantic and love rom-com movies. I believe in love at first sight and all of that other cheesy stuff. I consider myself a loving and caring person. I'm very supportive of my friends. But despite my good traits, I do have my flaws. I can be sarcastic. I'm very blunt, and I'm impatient. I also love to gossip. I know that it's horrible. I just can't help it!" ____________________________________________________________ ► Noteworthy appearance traits: * Hair: Dark Brown \| Mediumish boy cut length. It's short in the back, and left a little longer in the front. \| Typically brushed back so that it looks like a wave in the front. * Eyes: Baby Blue. * Height: Six foot. * Body Type: Ectomorph - Tall and a little lanky, Elijah also does have a fair amount of muscle. * Clothing Style: Casual Nerd \| Jeans, Khakis, skinny jeans, graphic tees, Chuck Taylors, flannel, the one leather jacket he almost always wears. * Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: He has a tongue piercing. ► Noteworthy luggage items: * Basic personal care items. * His laptop and cellphone. Chargers. * His sketch book. Elijah draws fantasy pieces such as elves and scenery from foreign planets that he's made up in his mind. He also likes to draw the things and people around him. Most of his drawings are done in charcoal or pen. ► Quirks: * "I have an obsession with conspiracy theories. I like to go down the rabbit hole that the internet had to offer and just see what I can find. Illuminati, Lizard People, Malaysia Flight 370, Bush did 9/11, the world ended in 2012... things like that. It's not that I believe them - well, I do believe some - but it's funny to see what kind of things humans come up with." * "I use my hands a lot when I speak. Like if I'm talking, my hands are pretty much always moving." * "I refuse to drink orange juice. Apple is superior." ► Likes/Dislikes: ✔ "The Mean Girls movie gives me life." ✔ "Vine. I'm still pretty iffy on Tiktoc... I mean it's not bad. It's just... it's not vine." ✔ I have an unhealthy obsession with potatoes. Fried, mashed... baked. I just really like potatoes." ✖ "Snakes - both literal and metaphorical." ✖ "Mountain Dew is gross." ✖ "Boomers. Not that I have anything against the elderly in general, but like... boomers are a different breed. They're assholes." ____________________________________________________________ ► Brief history: "Oh gosh, what can I say? I'm the youngest of five kids, and they only guy. My mom and dad really wanted a son and it looks like they lucked up on the fifth try. Well... sort of. I don't think my parents planned for me to be gay. That was a curve ball for them, but they loved me all the same - even if dad was disappointed I didn't want to play football. Now I don't need to give you guys my whole life story, and quite frankly I don't wanna share it. All you need to know is that I work a little part time job back in Ohio and saved money for weeks so that I could come here. Why? Christmas with my family is hell. Forty fucking people trying to pack into ONE house because they're too cheap to rent a hotel room, then arguing over who can and can't stay there. People sleeping in the bath tub, underneath the dinning room table. At least three fist fights break out. You can bet at least one of them will involve Uncle Danny's drunk redneck ass. But I don't have to worry about that this year! I'm so glad to be at Second Horizons." ____________________________________________________________ ► Extra information: -Growing up with four sisters, you get used to being asked for advice on clothing and makeup. Eli is more than happy to help his friends chose their signature look. -Eli is an affectionate person. Kisses on the cheek, hugs, hand holding and nicknames are all very common with Eli when he is around friends. The more comfy he is with you, the more affectionate he is. -Is a slut for Starbucks Iced Caramel Macchiato. -Really doesn't want to go back to Ohio when camp is over. Maybe he'll just settle down in Washington for a bit?</s> <\|message\|>Gwen Louise Thomas __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ Gwen Thomas was cold. Standing at the North Pole and awaiting her camper's arrival, the green counselor attempted to keep warm by rocking back and forth on her heels and nursing a dwindling cup of hot chocolate in her gloved hand. She had even bundled up this time around- donning a heavy black parka over her green cabin tee shirt and a fluffy pom beanie- but as per usual, the girl was still freezing. Granted, Gwen hailed from New Mexico (plus during the school year, Nebraska) and considered anywhere with an average temperature below 50 degrees cold, but no matter how many times she visited cities that were graced by snow, she was never truly prepared for the chill she'd feel in the air. In addition to the change in temperature, the past few days of orientation were full of adjustments. New time zone to get used to, new faces to meet, new protocols to follow- however, as a second-year staff member, Gwen wasn't completely clueless as to how things truly went at Second Horizons. She had learned those intricacies last year and thus was prepared and knew for the most part what to expect this time around. That meant stocking her backpack and cabin with snacks for when her campers got the munchies, looking the other way when people decided to trek to the hot springs for a bit of private time, and providing a listening ear to those smitten in a camp romance or love triangle. Ah yes, relationship drama. A topic that the brunette was unfortunately all too familiar with- at least this year her advice would come from a place of empathy and not just sympathy. While standing there, Gwen stole another glance at her cell phone and was met with a notification-less screen once again. The girl should've already nipped the habit of checking her messages in what was nearly the third month since the break-up, as by now she was awaiting a text or two that would never arrive. What was it that she was seeking so desperately- another apology text? A promise to be faithful that was obviously going to be broken? Some form of closure? Even though Gwen told herself and others that she was over her heartbreak, there was still some part of her that wasn't- after all, finding out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with a peppy blonde sorority girl a week before her midterms didn't allow her the time to fully cope. Maybe the next two weeks would rid her of any lingering negativity or feelings- Second Horizons had the knack to distract campers from the rest of the world for a few moments, why not her too. Gwen's grip tightened on her clipboard as she was brought back to reality. Organized and tidy, her delicate cursive handwriting was already scattered over the first page of the stack of papers. Although she had gone through the staff training last year, she still had been jotting down important notes throughout the sessions- various things that would be good for her to remember throughout her time here. But when she hadn't been paying attention as things got repetitive, Gwen had taken it upon herself to decorate the back of her clipboard. She had found some paint pens in an arts and crafts bin and had just gone to town- doodling various colorful flowers and leaves as well as her name across the surface. On the off chance she were to misplace it or leave it somewhere, anyone would be able to return it, as it was now unmistakably hers. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone making a beeline directly towards her and her co-counselor, and so her demeanor shifted. A smile reappearing on her face and complementing her delicate features, Gwen greeted the newcomer as soon as he spoke. "It's nice to meet you, Dez- Welcome to Second Horizons! I'm Gwen, one of your counselors for the next two weeks. And this is-" She turned to introduce her fellow counselor, but they had disappeared in the few seconds that her back was turned. "Well, that was your other counselor, but I guess you'll meet them later!" The brunette shrugged but then motioned to the area behind her. "You can drop your things here for the moment, but we'll be heading to the bunk to get settled when more campers from Green arrive." She searched around once again to see if anyone else from their cabin was present- the only familiar face she noticed was Nate, who looked as though he unfortunately was not making a good first impression with another female camper. Shaking her head with a laugh, as he somehow always found a way to get into sticky situations, she looked back at the dark-haired boy in front of her. "So, Dez, where are you from?" Gwen asked, making small talk as they waited for the others to join their group.</s> <\|message\|>Fiona Jade Salvador _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Fiona had driven from Meadow University to camp, making unpacking when she arrived a hassle - but little did Fiona know that unloading her car would be the first of many things that made her want to roll her eyes over the next few weeks. The training had gone over smoothly enough, and it was nice to see that not that much had changed at camp since she was there the last time. From what she could tell, Second Horizons had chosen a good set of counselors this year. Jackson might need a watchful eye kept on him, but other than that, Fiona was quite pleased with her lot of fellow rule enforcers. Of course, being a counselor was going to be different from being a camper. She couldn't just break the rules, fuck around and smoke weed one hundered percent of the time. She would have to allow herself to be the 'cool-mom' sort of counselor. She sure had enough experience with her siblings to know how to handle crazy teenagers. Hopefully this wouldn't be so bad. After their meeting this morning, Fiona approached the giant christmas tree to wait on her campers. The blue camp shirt was far from what she would have chosen to wear, but at least it was sort of comfy. Leaning against the tree, Fi waited and stood there with her clipboard in hand. Greeting campers and checking names off of her list as they approached, she sighed. Hopefully Second Horizons could offer her the breath of fresh air that she truly needed.</s>	<\|message\|>Elijah Blake O'Malley Eli had managed to save up enough for a plane ticket, along with the money to go to Second Horizons. Working two jobs over the summer, picking up extra shifts through the colder months as needed after school started back up, and even doing DoorDash here and there. Getting out of Ohio was a dream come true, especially since he didn't have to eat Aunt Patricia's nasty ass potato salad this year. He had never been on a flight before. His family didn't have much money. His mom did her best working as the cashier at the local hardware store, and his father as the head chef at Huskers. Needless to say, the O'Malley's never did much traveling while Elijah was growing up. He had done as much research into flights as he possibly could, in an effort to be prepared. But no matter how much you read, it never prepared you for your first bout of turbulence. Making it through the flight without managing to give himself a heart attack, Eli was happy to have his feet back on solid ground when they landed. Checking in with what he could only assume to be two camp counselors, Eli boarded the bus and found himself soon sitting beside a handsome young man with blonde hair. The two of them exchanged some pleasant conversation during the trip to camp, but Eli couldn't remember the other young mans name about half way through the trip. While the blonde was cute, he was an absolute bore. Eli was more than relieved to set foot off the bus - even if the meant he had to follow Jackson. Jackson seemed cool, but he also seemed like trouble, making Eli weary. And the tall blonde chick was just… intimidating as fuck. With a sigh, Eli followed his camp counselor and fellow Red members through the snow. Doing his best to take in the scenery, Eli kept quiet in hopes of finding a cabin mate that he felt he could relate to a bit better.</s>
<\|description\|>Alison Scott AGE 31 BIO Alison was born and raised in Las Vegas; she's a native who's lived there all her life despite having family scattered through the United States. Prior to the invasion, the young woman worked as a surgical nurse in Southern Hills Hospital. She's really good at her job since she puts in the hours. Being single and having no kids has it advantages, and Alison dedicated her 20s to getting ahead in her profession. She's a quick learner who's driven and knows right from wrong.</s> <\|message\|>Alison Scott "I'm sorry, we did everything we could." Those dreaded words always shattered someone's life in an instant. Alison knew; she'd been there minutes ago as Dr. Peterson delivered the bad news. The parents of the poor 11-year-old boy absolutely lost it to the point where the mother had to be restrained. She was completely hysterical, but who could blame her. Alison didn't know what it was like to lose a child because she didn't have nany kids of her own, but she'd been around death long enough to get an idea of what it did to people. The internal pain was something she couldn't even begin to fathom, but their reactions...she had practically seen it all. Currently, Alison was making her way down to her station to complete some paperwork. The exchange with those parents left her a bit moody. Sure, she knew how to be sympathetic in a professional sense, but she was only human. "Hey, are you coming out tonight?" Alison looked up to see Joey walking alongside her. He was grinning as usual, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine, if I agree to go out, do you promise to stop pestering me?" "Can't say I will, but you're going out tonight and that's final." He then walked away without giving her a chance to respond. But that was more or less how their interactions went, so she was used to it. Alison started reading over her notes again when she heard screaming from a distance. Startled, she rushed to the corner to look down the hall when she noticed a large number of individuals opening fire against those in their vicinity. She witnessed as people dropped dead one after the other. After a few moments, Alison could have sworn she made eye contact with one of the murderers, but she didn't stick around long enough to find out. Instead, she ran the other way hoping to find a good hiding place and wait until help arrived.</s> <\|message\|>Rodnell Sutton --- RODNELL SUTTON August 10th // 14:34 ZERO HOUR --- Las Vegas Boulevard // Paradise Rodnell Sutton didn't believe that parachutes and the occasional fighter jet filled the skies of Las Vegas. At first, he thought it was some sort of stunt pulled off by a group of pranksters. That was until several of them landed in the middle of the busy road dressed like soldiers and holding assault rifles. But, strangely enough, they didn't appear to be hostile as they ran past everyone. Rodnell didn't know where they were going, but he knew better than to follow them. Instead, he reached for his phone and tried to call his friends, who left the city yesterday. But, it went straight to voicemail. In fact, Rodenell's phone was out of service. And then, the Strip lost power in an instant. Rodnell didn't know what the hell was going on especially when several APCs landed on a parking lot across the street. Some of the soldiers began making their way across the street calmly before addressing him and everyone else watching. One of them spoke in broken English with a thick German accent, "Please remain indoors. We wish no harm to civilians. We fear that fighting will intensify in the coming hours. Return to your rooms until stated otherwise." Rodnell looked over at the airport and saw smoke rising from the airfield. He tried to ask the foreign soldier about it but was interrupted when one of them shouted and pointed at three police cars speeding towards them. Everyone in the parking lot started retreating to the hotel as fighting between them began with gunshots. Rodnell followed them back to the lobby and desperately tried to call his friends and family. His phone kept on going straight to voicemail. And with the sound of gunfire and explosions still going on, he wasn't unable to relax for hours until it was night. By nighttime, the fighting was reduced significantly in the surrounding areas for the most part. Some people decided to venture outside for different reasons. Rodnell was one of them because he thought it was a good time to leave the city via Interstate 15. But, unfortunately, his car was riddled with bullets, making it undrivable. Instead, he started making his way deeper into the Boulevard in the hopes of finding a ride out of here. However, the roads were filled with desperate people having the same idea. And judging by the traffic jam, he didn't need to check to know that the Interstate was undrivable. Rodnell didn't know what to do but figure out a different plan. He needed to go back home and see if his family and friends were alright. But, Los Angeles was far away and he didn't have a car anymore. While he was thinking, Rodnell headed to a nearby pizzeria and asked for a drink. Then, he went back out to take a breather while watching firefighters and some foreign soldiers putting out a fire that started on the upper levels of a hotel. And of course, he checked to see if his phone finally had a signal, but it still didn't. 'What a fucked up day.' Rodnell told himself. ---</s>	<\|message\|>Alison Scott She hadn't been in the small closet all that long when the power went out. The generator automatically kicked in, though she was still beyond terrified. More shouting, screaming, and shuffling outside in between gunshots. Alison wondered whether she was making a mistake by remaining in one place, making her an easy target. At that point she was indecisive, and couldn't help but doubt herself. However, instead of dwelling on it, Alison quietly walked over to the door. She listened in on the chaos outside as it slowly dissipated. The gunmen were moving on, or so it seemed. There were footsteps right on the other side of the door, and she distanced herself a bit in an attempt to get away from danger. Her instincts proved to be right when the door was suddenly kicked in and Alison found herself facing one of the killers. "Get out, now." His accent was heavy, though one could still understand him. She took a step back, expecting to meet the same terrible fate that had happened to all those people a few moments ago. "Are you deaf? I said now!" Shaken up, the young woman hesitated for a moment before doing as told. "You have access to patients' files, yes?" "Um...yeah," she nodded, not sure what she was in for. "Good, let's go." They were both out in the hall and the man grabbed her arm, not being the least bit gentle. He dragged her along in the direction of the nurses' station, the same one she was heading to before the killing started. She didn't make it obvious, but she glanced over at the man and saw that he was tactically dressed, as if he were part of the army or something. Maybe he was special forces, or maybe he was a terrorist doing a good job of looking the part. Either way, she wasn't planning an escape, not when she could be shot dead within a second or two. Alison had noticed how he kept his other hand on the trigger of his rifle and she was not willing to test his speed. "I'm going to give you a name, and in return, you're going to give me everything you have on this person, do you understand?" Alison nodded once more, wondering why a single person's medical file warranted such violence.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryanna Piper Tailor Ryan Tailor \| ♀ \| 29"'Tis the damn season." Nickname(s): Ry, Ryan, Annie Age: 29 DoB: September 13 Species: Human, teleported Hometown: NY, New York Description: Like a big city girl boss in a Hallmark Christmas special, Ryan's working her dream job-- designing and handmaking her own clothes. The winter season gives her a wonderful opportunity to expand her client base--hard work has more results and she relies on it for a big boost to her bank account. Now, suddenly, she's transported to a mysterious town with none of her tech or even her wallet. Beyond her sudden predicament, Ryan is of course fashionable and focuses on elegance and simplicity. Ryan likes to design one-of-a-kind formalwear that's been featured on a famous face or two at red carpet events. Likes:* Fashion, of course: following it, writing about it, making it * Reds and pinks--a daring combination but her favorite to wear * Reading, journaling Dislikes* Winter--the fashion is lovely but she is a freeze baby. * Instagram :( She's so successful but how come she only has a hundred-some followers * Crowds of people. She prefers intimacy</s> <\|message\|>Lemmas Town Crier ❄ Gender/Pronouns: Any but "it" ❄ Age: 3 years ❄ Species: Ice Golem Old Snowbeard Location: Lemmas Peak, Inn Interacting With:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd Sequestered high in the European Alps was a small town called Lemmas Peak. The reason for Lemmas Peak's extreme location was simple; it was an attempt to deter travelers. This was due to the fact that the town was created as a sanctuary for magical and supernatural entities, some of whom had nowhere else to go. Five years ago, a traveler had arrived in town, an old man with snow in his beard. He had enjoyed his time there and decided that the next time he needed a break from the miseries and sorrows of the world, that he would return to that warm little town. Then, just the night before, Old Snowbeard returned. A snowstorm had blown in when Old Snowbeard arrived. It was late, long after the residents had went to bed, most of them, anyway. Despite the harsh conditions, Snowbeard walked the streets as if he didn't notice, assisted only by his large, wooden stave, healthy green vines growing out the top of it. He took only a moment to blow the smallest of flames into his cupped hands before proceeding to the local Inn. Exhausted and blurry-eyed, Snowbeard had politely but quickly paid for a room and slept, not bothering to do more than remove his boots, gloves, and outermost robe. The next morning, about an hour before sunrise, Snowbeard dressed and descended the stairs from his room to the Inn's lobby. He had intended to introduce himself to his host properly, but it seemed they were not up yet. Shrugging, Snowbeard simply exited the inn. Now that the storm had passed, he was interested in investigating the town; what was the same, what changed, who lived here now. Even with the weather being fairly clear now, it was still quite cold, and Snowbeard considered letting himself into the kitchen to find something warm to drink. Before he could decide, however, every animal in the area turned it's attention towards the center of town, and Snowbeard did the same. For a moment the town stood still, only for four individuals to suddenly appear in front of him. There was gust of wind as the air that had previously been occupying that space was suddenly forced out of the way, seeming to scatter the animals with it. The mystery party consisted of two women of similar age; one with blonde hair, the other with, unless Snowbeard was still snow-blind, blue hair. There was also a man in the same age-range wearing an elegant brown suit. Neither the woman with the blonde hair nor the man seemed properly dressed for this kind of weather, and the blue-haired woman seemed to be dressed correctly by complete coincidence. The fourth member was the strangest by far. He was taller than the others, with dark skin and long black hair. What was much more striking, however, was the skull of a saber-toothed creature that he wore as a helmet, the heavy pelt he wore for warmth, and the tattered black robe beneath it. This man barely looked human, and something deep inside Snowbeard told him it wasn't. For a moment, Snowbeard and the creature locked eyes, and Snowbeard saw it's eyes were golden with slit pupils, like a predators. Then it broke eye contact, choosing to instead look around at it's new environment, bewilderment quickly fading to curiosity. Old Snowbeard started towards the group. He would give the creature the same benefit of doubt that he'd extend to the rest of these surprised, confused people. "Well..." he said loudly, trying to add an element of cheer to his voice. "Welcome to Lemmas Peak! I'm sure you all have questions, and to be perfectly honest, so do I. But if we don't get you out of the cold, questions will be the least of your problems. Come on, there's a fire going in the inn, or soon will be." And with that, Snowbeard attempted to lead the confused strangers to the Inn, where they could warm up and, hopefully, provide some insight into what exactly was happening.</s> <\|message\|>Sabor Sabor Location: Lemmas Interacting with:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd "We're gonna be rich..." Brody uttered in awe. "We're gonna be famous!" Stacy shouted, stars in her eyes. "This could well be the greatest historical find of our generation!" Persephone mused with wonder. "I don't know, Sephi, I got a bad feeling about this..." Randy complained. The hikers had been investigating rumors of a yeti kidnapping tourists at the South Pole, but what they couldn't have prepared for what they found. Embedded in the snow had been a three foot by three foot cube made of silver and lapis lazuli, intricate symbols and designs engraved into every surface. It took them most of the day to uncover it, partially due to Randy not helping since he was the one who twisted his ankle tripping on it. They decided to set up camp right there in order to study it thoroughly. It was late evening when Persephone finally discovered the locking mechanism on the outside of it. After an hour or so, she had managed to unlock it. An aperture opened on one of the cube's sides, and Persephone leaned her head in for a better look. The cube was furnished on the inside, with the floor being covered in an incredibly plush fabric, the walls and cieling being draped in cloth. The interior had the look and feel of a lavish bed chamber, except the bed was the chamber. Even more bizarrely, while the cube itself was exactly three foot by three foot, there was easily five square feet worth of space on the inside! Persephone stuck her head back out and shouted "Come here, you guys, you gotta see this!" before eagerly peering inside again. She could hear her friends approaching when she spotted it. In the center of the cube, sunken into the otherwise pristine fabric, was a shriveled, mummified corpse. It's body was wrapped in loose, colorless threads that once looked to be some kind of garment. On it's head was the fossilized skull of a sabre-toothed tiger. Persephone slowly reached forward, gingerly attempting to retrieve the mummy without damaging it at all. As Brody approached the strange cube, Persephone suddenly let out blood freezing shriek as she began to pull herself out of the cube, only to dive back in. Brody ran over to the opening and looked inside. The last thing he saw was a pair of golden eyes just behind Persephone's bloody corpse. The mummified corpse launched itself out of the cube and tore into Brody. Stacy screamed in terror, unable to do anything else, while Randy fled as fast as he could. As he sprinted across the snow, he heard Stacy's screams cut short. He continued sprinting at full speed. If he could just get back to the van! It had a full tank! It had snow tires! It had a friggin' radio!!! If he could just make it- but he didn't make it. The corpse tackled him to the ground, sinking it's own sabre-toothed fangs into Randy's thin neck. Twenty minutes later, the hiker's bodies remained, but all trace of their blood was gone. Revitalized, Sabor slowly made his way back to the mysterious cube he had emerged from. His memories were fractured, as they always were after sleeping for centuries. This cube... He thought. It's not mine... why was I in it... that's right... that wizard... he and I had been traveling. After a very brief investigation, Sabor concluded that the wizard must have gotten them trapped in a blizzard where he died. Which means that the wizard school's fancy magic cube is all mine. Sabor thought, the edge of his lip lifting into a poor attempt at a smile. Sabor climbed atop the cube and sat down, cross legged. The cube instantly began to respond to his will, turning fifty-two degrees north and, lifting a foot off the ground, began hovering in that direction. Sabor road his unusual mount into the night, taking hours to reach the nearest human settlement. Or, at least, that had been the plan. After only a few short minutes, the scenery changed. He was suddenly surrounded by humans dressed in strange garb. One was dressed similar to the fools who had woken him, the other two were not dressed for the cold at all. Suddenly, Sabor sensed something; a powerful entity. He turned his attention to it and found himself locking eyes with a tall, old man. The man looked ancient, and Sabor could sense he was. Only a fraction of my age, but that in itself is an achievement. In the old man's eyes he could read distrust, as well as the merest veil of threat. Sabor simply looked away, uninterested in the stranger's accusatory gaze. As he began examining his surroundings, Sabor came to realize he and the old man were not the only unnatural entities in the vicinity. "Interesting..." he muttered. The stranger approached the crowd offering warmth and food. The last time Sabor had accepted such offers from a robed figure, it had sealed his destiny. And now... he would do it again. Sabor rode his magical cube up to the Inn itself before "parking" it outside and following the group in.</s>	<\|message\|>Ryanna Piper Tailor Ryan"I needed this," Ryan sighed, the wine coaxing her to give in and drop her elbow on the table. She took another sip as a newly engaged couple eyed her from their seat and exchanged glances. Who would slouch like that in such a high end restaurant? The young woman across from her didn't mind. Piper laughed at her sister and finished the water she had. "It was your idea," she said as a waiter cleared his throat to give them the check. Piper smiled apologetically and took it from him as Ryan managed to sit up and make a face at him. "Aaand your treat?" Now Ryan laughed and reached to take the paper. "Duh." In return for his contempt, Ryan didn't add a tip to the automatic 18% gratuity--not that she had any qualms about the price. The restaurant was her choice, after all--a reward to herself for finishing a particularly difficult commissioned piece for a winter wedding. She had ranted to Piper moments before, demanding the reasons for a winter wedding: people already had the holidays to worry about and now a wedding? It's too cold. Way too much white if you go with a snowy theme. Not to mention the last minute demand for a dress. Ryan sighed again, handing her card and check to the waiter. As he walked away to charge her card, Ryan finished her wine. "I'll run to the ladies room, then we can go," she said to Piper, who nodded and took the alone time to pull out her phone. --- Moments later, Ryan finished washing her hands and took a moment to look in the mirror. She adjusted her red dress: it fell just above her knees and boots and stockings kept the rest of her legs warm in the New York winter. It sat loosely and comfortably on her, but didn't hide her slim figure. She smiled, running her hand over the wide neckline and turned to admire how it matched the red bow tied in the back of her hair. Satisfied, she shrugged at herself in the mirror and turned on her heel to step out of the ladies' room... ...and into snow. Ryan blinked at the whiteness around her. Her hands rose and she hugged herself tightly against the sudden cold. "Huh?" She looked around at those around her: an old man who looked like something out of a fantasy show, a woman with the fashion choices of a teenager, a well dressed man, and...a cosplayer? With an ice cube? Ryan was stunned to silence, her brown eyes lingering on him the longest before looking back to the old man. She wasn't properly listening to most of it, but did catch an opportunity to get out of the cold that bit at her legs and arms. Dozens of questions were bubbling up in her mind, but Ryan still managed to bite her tongue for now. She just wanted to be warm and stepped to follow him. She hoped the others would do the same.</s>
<\|description\|>Sorcha She Sings To Me Song Of The Sea Peaceful Or Quiet Searching Fiercely ____________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________ (sor-sha) Reid Sorie A G E ____________________________________________________________________ 25 Dec 21, 1995 O R I E N T A T I O N ____________________________________________________________________ Bisexual G E N D E R ____________________________________________________________________ Female S P E C I E S ____________________________________________________________________ Selkie Witch mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin. they often wear their seal skin as clothing while in human form. H O M E T O W N ____________________________________________________________________ Gardenstown, Scotland B I O ____________________________________________________________________ L I K E S * The sea. * Fish. * Storms. * The Moon. * Iced Coffee. * Lakes. And Fish. \| D I S L I K E S * Poachers. * Hot Weather. * Violence. * Whales. * Big Cities. * Liars. \| O T H E R ____________________________________________________________________ Sorcha;s travels have been mostly be funded by one of the witches back in her home town. An old lady called Ailaa, who Sorcha befriended when she was a teenager. The woman considers Sorcha her adopted daughter and has been planning to leave all she owns to the young woman.</s> <\|message\|>Sabor Sabor Location: Lemmas Interacting with:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd "We're gonna be rich..." Brody uttered in awe. "We're gonna be famous!" Stacy shouted, stars in her eyes. "This could well be the greatest historical find of our generation!" Persephone mused with wonder. "I don't know, Sephi, I got a bad feeling about this..." Randy complained. The hikers had been investigating rumors of a yeti kidnapping tourists at the South Pole, but what they couldn't have prepared for what they found. Embedded in the snow had been a three foot by three foot cube made of silver and lapis lazuli, intricate symbols and designs engraved into every surface. It took them most of the day to uncover it, partially due to Randy not helping since he was the one who twisted his ankle tripping on it. They decided to set up camp right there in order to study it thoroughly. It was late evening when Persephone finally discovered the locking mechanism on the outside of it. After an hour or so, she had managed to unlock it. An aperture opened on one of the cube's sides, and Persephone leaned her head in for a better look. The cube was furnished on the inside, with the floor being covered in an incredibly plush fabric, the walls and cieling being draped in cloth. The interior had the look and feel of a lavish bed chamber, except the bed was the chamber. Even more bizarrely, while the cube itself was exactly three foot by three foot, there was easily five square feet worth of space on the inside! Persephone stuck her head back out and shouted "Come here, you guys, you gotta see this!" before eagerly peering inside again. She could hear her friends approaching when she spotted it. In the center of the cube, sunken into the otherwise pristine fabric, was a shriveled, mummified corpse. It's body was wrapped in loose, colorless threads that once looked to be some kind of garment. On it's head was the fossilized skull of a sabre-toothed tiger. Persephone slowly reached forward, gingerly attempting to retrieve the mummy without damaging it at all. As Brody approached the strange cube, Persephone suddenly let out blood freezing shriek as she began to pull herself out of the cube, only to dive back in. Brody ran over to the opening and looked inside. The last thing he saw was a pair of golden eyes just behind Persephone's bloody corpse. The mummified corpse launched itself out of the cube and tore into Brody. Stacy screamed in terror, unable to do anything else, while Randy fled as fast as he could. As he sprinted across the snow, he heard Stacy's screams cut short. He continued sprinting at full speed. If he could just get back to the van! It had a full tank! It had snow tires! It had a friggin' radio!!! If he could just make it- but he didn't make it. The corpse tackled him to the ground, sinking it's own sabre-toothed fangs into Randy's thin neck. Twenty minutes later, the hiker's bodies remained, but all trace of their blood was gone. Revitalized, Sabor slowly made his way back to the mysterious cube he had emerged from. His memories were fractured, as they always were after sleeping for centuries. This cube... He thought. It's not mine... why was I in it... that's right... that wizard... he and I had been traveling. After a very brief investigation, Sabor concluded that the wizard must have gotten them trapped in a blizzard where he died. Which means that the wizard school's fancy magic cube is all mine. Sabor thought, the edge of his lip lifting into a poor attempt at a smile. Sabor climbed atop the cube and sat down, cross legged. The cube instantly began to respond to his will, turning fifty-two degrees north and, lifting a foot off the ground, began hovering in that direction. Sabor road his unusual mount into the night, taking hours to reach the nearest human settlement. Or, at least, that had been the plan. After only a few short minutes, the scenery changed. He was suddenly surrounded by humans dressed in strange garb. One was dressed similar to the fools who had woken him, the other two were not dressed for the cold at all. Suddenly, Sabor sensed something; a powerful entity. He turned his attention to it and found himself locking eyes with a tall, old man. The man looked ancient, and Sabor could sense he was. Only a fraction of my age, but that in itself is an achievement. In the old man's eyes he could read distrust, as well as the merest veil of threat. Sabor simply looked away, uninterested in the stranger's accusatory gaze. As he began examining his surroundings, Sabor came to realize he and the old man were not the only unnatural entities in the vicinity. "Interesting..." he muttered. The stranger approached the crowd offering warmth and food. The last time Sabor had accepted such offers from a robed figure, it had sealed his destiny. And now... he would do it again. Sabor rode his magical cube up to the Inn itself before "parking" it outside and following the group in.</s> <\|message\|>Ryanna Piper Tailor Ryan"I needed this," Ryan sighed, the wine coaxing her to give in and drop her elbow on the table. She took another sip as a newly engaged couple eyed her from their seat and exchanged glances. Who would slouch like that in such a high end restaurant? The young woman across from her didn't mind. Piper laughed at her sister and finished the water she had. "It was your idea," she said as a waiter cleared his throat to give them the check. Piper smiled apologetically and took it from him as Ryan managed to sit up and make a face at him. "Aaand your treat?" Now Ryan laughed and reached to take the paper. "Duh." In return for his contempt, Ryan didn't add a tip to the automatic 18% gratuity--not that she had any qualms about the price. The restaurant was her choice, after all--a reward to herself for finishing a particularly difficult commissioned piece for a winter wedding. She had ranted to Piper moments before, demanding the reasons for a winter wedding: people already had the holidays to worry about and now a wedding? It's too cold. Way too much white if you go with a snowy theme. Not to mention the last minute demand for a dress. Ryan sighed again, handing her card and check to the waiter. As he walked away to charge her card, Ryan finished her wine. "I'll run to the ladies room, then we can go," she said to Piper, who nodded and took the alone time to pull out her phone. --- Moments later, Ryan finished washing her hands and took a moment to look in the mirror. She adjusted her red dress: it fell just above her knees and boots and stockings kept the rest of her legs warm in the New York winter. It sat loosely and comfortably on her, but didn't hide her slim figure. She smiled, running her hand over the wide neckline and turned to admire how it matched the red bow tied in the back of her hair. Satisfied, she shrugged at herself in the mirror and turned on her heel to step out of the ladies' room... ...and into snow. Ryan blinked at the whiteness around her. Her hands rose and she hugged herself tightly against the sudden cold. "Huh?" She looked around at those around her: an old man who looked like something out of a fantasy show, a woman with the fashion choices of a teenager, a well dressed man, and...a cosplayer? With an ice cube? Ryan was stunned to silence, her brown eyes lingering on him the longest before looking back to the old man. She wasn't properly listening to most of it, but did catch an opportunity to get out of the cold that bit at her legs and arms. Dozens of questions were bubbling up in her mind, but Ryan still managed to bite her tongue for now. She just wanted to be warm and stepped to follow him. She hoped the others would do the same.</s>	<\|message\|>Sorcha Sorcha had gone a day without stop. She had been driving through the snowy roads of the Switzerland countryside. Her eyes felt heavy with sleep and her stomach twisted with hunger. The snacks she had picked up at the last gas station had only lasted her for a few hours and had done a very poor job in keeping her full. Sorcha was close; she could feel it in her chest. If she powered through another sleepless night, she would be able to finally catch up to the bastard that stole her skin. The thought of him made Sorcha grip the steering wheel of her car and glare at the road ahead. How could she have been so stupid? Trust someone enough to tell them her most tressured secret only of it to stab her in the back. Sorcha should have listened to her family, trusted them and not that man. Cold. She felt cold and tired. Sorcha craved a hot chocolate, like the one the old witch made for her during harsh winters. Maybe Sorcha could stop by the nearest town. Just for a few hours to rest up and eat a decent meal for once. She glanced to the side where her phone was perched up and began to search for a town or a rest stop, or anything. Nothing. Sorcha found nothing within a reasonable distance from her. She wasn't going to risk it and go back to the town she had just left. She would have to power through the hunger and sleepiness for tonight as well. With a loud yawn, Sorcha continued to drive towards the direction of the hex. She drove past snow-covered trees, one after the other. They seemed to lull her, making her forget the reason why she was even driving. Forget that man and her missing skin. It was almost relaxing to the point of sleep. Her eyes had become heavy, so heavy that Sorcha closed for a second or for what felt a second before she realized she was still driving. With a jerk, Sorcha opened her eyes to the sound of metal hitting wood. It doesn't a bad crash, but her car was definitively in a ditch at the side of the road. Great. Just great. With some force, Sorcha pushed her door opened and climbed out of the car to examine the damage. In no way was she going to be able to back up from this place. "Just what I needed. Good job on falling asleep, idiot." Sorcha groaned as she got her phone from the car to dial 112. Nothing. No ring, no signal, nothing. Another great was heard from Sorcha as she climbed up the dirt and snow towards the road. She stood there for a minute, just staring down the road where she was supposed to be heading. Great. Fucking great. He was getting away, and she was stuck here. The hunger and the exhaustion mixed with frustration was only making her head pound with a massive headache. Sorcha was never great at expressing her frustration outwards. Most of her emotions overwhelmed her until she cried, and right now was one of those moments. After a few seconds, she wiped her cheeks cleaned and turned back to her car but a warm light caught the corner of her eyes. Lights! Sorcha turned towards the source of the light and squinted her eyes as if it would help her see better. Those were definitely lights! Sorcha ran to her car, grabbed her backpack and phone charger before she hurried past the tree line towards the lights. It was a house decorated in Christmas lights followed by another house, then another. She continued to walk until she was standing in the middle of what seemed to be the center of this town. "What the fuuu..." Sorcha had been sure she hadn't seen any towns nearby the last time she had checked the map. It didn't matter though, the feeling in her chest, the little tug returned to her for just a second. He was here.</s>
<\|description\|>Scott Royal Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 6ft Weight: 180lbs Sexual Orientation: Hetero Religion: Atheist Occupation: Telekinetic For Hire and Social Media Influencer Ability: Telekinesis Background: Scott was broke and unemployed when he vanished on the day of the incident, only to come back with a splitting headache and still not have a job or money. Odd jobs and handy work here and there had kept him afloat, but debt collectors and loan sharks were closing in on him. During a run in with a loan shark, Scott discovered his ability when he stopped the loan shark from reaching towards him. It was enough to make the guy flee. It was also enough to make some money once he figured what he could do. He was sure he had telekinesis based on what he already knew about superpowers, his research, and practice. Between Heroes and Chronicle, Scott had some good references to go off of. Within a week, Scott was posting videos of his abilities, being one of the first of the Fractured to expose their abilities to the world. At the start he was considered another David Blaine or Criss Angel, but then he started to move onto recording live streams from his phone of feats and deeds performed by way of his powers. From saving cats from trees to pretending to be a mime on the street. He still does odd jobs, except now they pay more and are lot more interesting thanks to the incident. #Fractured! Name: Marcus Henderson Age: 22 Gender: Male Height: 6'2 Weight: 200lbs Ethnicity: Black Sexual Orientation: Religion: Agnostic Occupation: Security Guard Ability: Molecular Fusion/Mimicry Background: Grew up in the system, in foster care due to his single mother being a drug addict. With not many good male role models, Marcus turned to the not so decent ones. This led him to committing petty crime at a young age, he never finished high school and was instead arrested for theft. It was the first time hos actions had serious consequences. It didn't entirely scare him straight, but he earned his GED and pursued a job with a small and local security firm. He often helped move drugs which allowed him to befriend Jason Koravil along the way. When the incident occured, Marcus didn't seem to care much about the details of the whole thing. He was a simple guy trying to make a living, but now he jad powers. They weird as fuck in his opinion, but he felt like a living weapon with this kind of power.</s> <\|message\|>Alena Hunter It was rather easy getting into the CCN Center, and that's made her Alena smirk a little. Some of the cops she had killed, were annoying anyway. They were always so quick to draw their guns and now a few cops were dead because of her. Alena's posture changed as she appeared in front of Erica, considering this was a safe environment for now due to Alena's powers, she would be able to talk to Erica freely and she'd grin lightly before nodding slightly. Of course she would say that, but then again, she called herself a god, didn't she? "I'm calling you, Magpie because you always like shiny things. You take what doesn't belong to you. So do I, that's why I killed about. Let me count.... way above thirteen cops outside. I believe you and I can do great things. We could rule the world. I'm Alena, by the wya." Alena stated as she looked towards Erica and would stand up before approaching her and extending her hand, offering a handshake as she smiled lightly. Alena would then close her eyes for a moment and then looked back, she could hear the cops converging on their position and she would let go of Erica's hand before turning around and manifesting two electrical spheres in both of her hands and then laughed lightly. "Are you ready to light these cops up?" @Chulance</s> <\|message\|>Ivy Alexandra Smoth Ivy --- In Ivy's office three screens were on with the news, National news, local news, and state new were being fed to the screens. The computer monitor to the left of her desk brought data in from the departments under her control. Right now the State Police feeds were a buzz with activity about the attack at the CNN towers. The reports were more about the forces being pulled to deal with the terrorist attack. Ivy knew a couple of the journalists that were attacked and her heart went out to them. Her secretary and the man behind her power, her chief-of-staff entered the room. He said to her, "We need you in the press breifing room now." Ivy quickly fixed her makeup and pulled her jacket on. She still looked like the fresh young twenty something blond reported that was going to change the world by her work. She had exposed corruption in both state parties and took down a federal judge. The work was hard but she had a nose to dig into minute details critical to getting to the truth. But now she was a mother of two children and a wife to a doctor. Her chief of staff had talked her into politics. Like many southern democrats she was financially conservative and a social moderate. The reporter in her was trained to deal with facts, though reporting became more about entertainment. The truth right now was to get on the television and calm down Georgia and the nation. The President had four months of the best researchers and scientist at his disposal to deal with this stuff. Even a few of the gifted or enhanced scientists had tried to advise the president. Now the registration bill was more about military spending, pork for his buddies, and power play to put the democratic face on these "Empowered" human criminals. Ivy walked down the hall as her chief of staff briefed her. Four large State Troopers took position as body guards. The State Police expected a state of emergency power declaration. After a brief introduction, Ivy stepped out to the podium. She had her serious game face on. "Ladies and gentleman, Georgians, Americans, and citizens of the world. For the last four months the leadership in Washington has failed you," she said the accent clearly Georgian though she did not draw the you out. "Today we see what their failure of leadership has brought. Citizens of Georgia killed because of the arrogance, game playing, and power grabs of a few people in high office. US House Bill 236, sponsored by the President and his party, does not get us where we need to go. There is more spending for special projects, benefits for the friends of the President, and it takes away your civil rights. It is 5126 pages of items that have nothing to do with the problem at hand. What we need are laws that makes sense...." she paused for a moment working the camera and the emotions of those in the room. [color=#8df542]"As the Governer of Georgia I am authorizing the agencies in my administration to start preparing for registering those with powers and to determine what type of powers. I am not going to the point of allowing them to use excessive force on all those with powers or to jail them. We are still a state and a country that follows the law and gives people due process. But we need to know who and what we are dealing with. I am also calling the Georgia House and Senate back into session to bring me a bill that would allow for the registration and funding to carry it out, support the victims, and incarcerate and rehabilitate those who misuse their powers," [\color] she said in a tone that meant that she meant business. Her chief of staff was a man who knew this would play well and take the wind out of the President's sail and put him on the defensive. "As a mother that's son was killed by an enhanced person, I know the pain and fear they can cause. I know that there are both good and bad enhanced people. Like a child learning to drive, some of learning to control them and need help. I have heard reports of enhanced people, saving children from flood waters and fires. Not all of the enhanced are bad people. But like all of the other things we register, we need to have them register their abilities. I also call for the enhanced to help us police and protect the citizens of this great state and nation. Don't start acting as vigilantes and taking the law into your own hands." She said with a maternal plea and tone. There were a few questions that were directed to the podium about details. Her chief of staff fielded them with the normal, we are still waiting for information and more will be provided when the administration had it. Towards the end of the press conference, Ivy was getting ready to make her good-byes. A reporter called out, "Governor Ivy, Are you planning to run for president?" Ivy blushed a genuine blush. "I do declare! The thought hasn't even crossed my mind. I've only been Governor for a short period of time and right now," she said then paused for effect. "My focus is on keeping the good people of Georgia safe. That is why we need to pass a simpler Empowered Registration Bill, it is sad to see that this President and congress are making this a partisan issue. Putting politics in front of children like my Tyler and allowing the empowered criminals to be above the law like some others think they are." She let that hang, letting people associate it with whoever they felt fit that bit. "Let me be clear, there are good honest Empowered people and I want to protect their rights too," Ivy said. Again the voice called out. "Are you going to run?" She waved. Running for the presidency she knew that would take a lot of money. She have yet to have a big political machines to help her. Over her years as a report she had made both republicans and democrats mad at her. There would need to be a ground swell of support.</s> <\|message\|>Corvus Helstrom; nicknamed Corvie Corvus Helstrom and Matthias Helstrom It has been four months since Corvie and Matthias had come back from the dead, reforming from the dust that had been left to gather in the abandoned Helstrom household. Their disappearance had caused great heartbreak for their mother, father, and sister; in their grieving and utter despair in the wake of their terrible loss, what remained of the Helstrom family had moved away to Atlanta, Georgia, where they had made a new life and home for themselves. Their old home was sold to a newly wed couple from Augusta, who expressed their deepest condolences to the Helstroms as the latter left Maine entirely in an effort to keep the pain that they had felt in the day of the brothers' disappearance from resurging again and again. Mariah, Matthias' widow, had returned to Ontario, Canada, believing that her beloved was gone forever and ever from the face of the Earth. But they returned. Those that had been turned to dust during the Event had all returned, and in their comeback, some had manifested powers that are beyond the ken of human science to ever explain and know. Corvus and Matthias were among those that had returned to the world of the living, and in their return, the younger brother manifested the power of an unearthly form of fire; a blueish green flame that would not burn unless if Corvus willed it so. Matthias was given the power of ice and cold by whatever unknown source these powers had come from. And now, well, they had reunited with their family in Atlanta, bringing great joy and relief as they had been thought to be long dead. Their newfound abilities were no secret to the rest of the Helstroms, either, and it was clear that nothing will ever be the same. --- Atlanta, Georgia The Morning "Matt." Corvie called out as he mixed his morning coffee on the dining table. It was six am; the other Helstroms were still asleep, tired from the birthday party for Corvie that they had thrown last night. It was a miracle, their mother said. Mariah had even flown in from Canada when she heard that Matthias and Corvus were still alive and... well, let's just say that they can't get back together now that she had found someone else... which was quite sad, really. Matthias got up from the sofa and walked towards Corvie and his morning coffee, giving him a very snuggly hug from behind before sniffing the aroma wafting from the coffee. "Hi little bro. You're awake so soon?" "I just woke up." Corvus confided, sipping from the cup while putting a hand a piece of paper that he had been scribbling on for a few minutes now. "It's just that... everything is so different." That last phrase came along with him conjuring a ball of fire on his hand, looking at it very intently. "Your... wife, I mean, ex-wife... you two can't get together any more, and our house got sold..." There was a whimper, and a tear dripped on the table. "It's unfair. We got this powers but the things that really matter are unrecognizable. People look at us as though they see a ghost." "Oh, dear." Matthias sat on a chair and wrapped his brother around his arms, comforting him. "Everything is really weird ever since we got back, but we'll get through this. Give it time." --- Atlanta, Georgia Somewhere near the CNN Towers Now "Oh my God." Corvus looked up at the CNN towers, watching as the events in live television unfolded. He had been walking back from school when the horrid news came in; an Empowered mass murderer had broken into the CNN towers, killing dozens of people in the process. He was right there, in front of the towers. Now... the time for decision has come. Why does he have these powers if he can't do anything useful with them, anyway? All he could do was watch as the police converged in the entrance. And then, a rather familiar hand took hold of his arm. Corvie looked up to see his brother Matthias, who looked a little worried. "Hey, what are you still doing here?", Matthias asked. "Don't tell me you're gonna go in there!" "I'm not! The police will block me even if I wanted to, anyway." Corvie sighed rather dejectedly. "We should help... why have powers if we can't use them to help people..."</s>	<\|message\|>Scott Royal Scott Honolulu, Hawaii Interacting With: --- --- Hours after the beach ball incident. Scott was vibing to some opera music playing through a single airpod as he levitated a large statue of a happy nuclear family into the newly reconstructed city square that he had aided in building for months. "Niiiice…" He said with a smile, but not at the statue, but at his phone screen that floated in front of him while he used both hands to guide the statue in place with his power. "Superboy Rhymes, thanks for that epic super chat! Unlimited powah! If only I could shoot lightning too! Aaaaaaand there! Look at that!" Scott had set the statue down. Moments later after ensuring he was paid for his work, Scott crouched down dramatically as his phone orbited around him before he took off into the air, flying to his next destination. "That's always epic!" He shouted to his audience. "I think it's about time King Scott did a world tour! Maybe I'll actually get a cool villain somewhere on the mainland."</s>
<\|description\|>Faye Collins Age: 20 Bio: TBR Starter Pokémon: N/A Job: Pokémon Trainer and Pokémon Healer Other: unknown</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins Eski use her tails to cover her, Faye, and Espwon ears as they did not to fall asleep. They still have to help the other cage Pokémon. Eski glares at the Ferrow to make sure the guy with the cage escape. Faye is ready for a fight if it comes down to it as Eski is ready for a fight too.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC @Vampiretwilight@Alisdragon911 Nothing got past a watchful sky-high hunter like Fearow. As soon as the Kabuto cage moved, it inhaled a big breath to caw out a warning. But then the breath turned into a yawn, and soon Fearow was on the ground, succumbing to the lullaby. Sableye rolled her eyes at her lazy teammate. She was too clever to lose to a move like that. Ringmaster Barley also stayed strong. "Take out the Ninetales with Power Gem," Barley commanded. Sableye grinned as a vortex of jewels swirled around her. The strong rock-type attack streamed toward Eski. Barley then turned to Fearow and tried to scream it awake. "Wake up, you birdbrain! You're better than this!!"</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911 Sarah narrowed her eyes. "ok jig-jig, that's enough. Don't worry, we will get them." She had jigglypuff return to his pokeball. Then, she had one of her other pokemon come out. "Alakazam! You're turn!" Alakazam popped out of his pokeball. He stared at the other trio with rather angry eyes. "Get ready!"</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Ice Beam," Faye said streaming a strong ice attack against Power Gem. "Will. O Wisp," Faye said as her Ninetailes summons blue flames and send them at the Sableya. Faye has a feeling to switch Eski for another Pokémon as Espeon tries to break open another cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The Ninetales' attack scorched Sableye's leg. She hissed and hobbled a bit - that burn would weaken some of her ability to hit hard. But there was plenty of fight left in her. Barley furrowed his brow, focused in thought. Then a plan came to him when Sarah sent out an Alakazam. He smirked and recalled the sleeping Fearow. A Scrafty took its place. The ruffian Pokemon took a few seconds to observe the battlefield. "Sableye, Mean Look on Alakazam!" Sableye sent a spine-chilling glare Alakazam's way. The move would prevent Alakazam from switching out or running away... quite a useful move in Barley's arsenal. The cages were specially designed to hold Pokemon, and thus held strong even against Pokemon attacks. Espeon made a few scrapes in the glass, but it would take much more power or time to break open a cage.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911@Blackmist16 Alakazam blinked. He glared. Sarah frowned and looked mad. "Well....since you want to pull that......" She granted Gengar permission to enter the fray, but only him. "Gengar, keep an eye on them. If they pull any dirty tricks....well.....you know what to do." Gengar narrowed his eyes and nodded. They both looked at Barley after that.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty On the Run: Alan nearly droped the glass cage as he ran out the exit because of the lullaby but Pip swatted his trainer on the ankle, snapping him out of the lull of sleepiness. So they ran until they reached the road exiting the city but stopped to catch their breath in a nearby alleyway. Alan was keeled over panting while Pip peeked out the alleyway to see if they were being followed. Once a second passed and no sign of the ringmaster or his pokémon could be spotted Pip went over to Alan and tapped the glass getting the Kabuto's attention, then gave it a friendly wave. Alan had set the cage down and sat on an old milk crate to catch his breath as Pip tried communicating with the Kabuto. Pip tapped the glass and made a hitting motion indicating for the other pokémon to try to break the glass.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins The wild Espeon was disappointed from only making a few scratches on the cage but it caught the attention of the Pokémon inside the cage to hit the glass hard. Faye could tell this was her chance, "Will o Wisp." Faye said as Eskisummons more blue flames and streamed it at a cage. Espeon jumps out of the way as the Espeon use Psychic on the same cage. Faye hopes it damage the cage and not harm the Pokémon that was inside the cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC "H-HEY, you can't do that!" Ringmaster Barley stammered as Sarah brought another Pokemon into the fight. "There are rules to these things, you know." Barley began to sweat as he glanced around all the commotion. This was getting out of hand. But his team was strong, and perhaps he could get out of this situation with some of his pride. "Sableye, guard the cage," Barley ordered. "Power Gem again. Scrafty, Crunch on Gengar." The ghost shifted into the shadows, reappearing on top of the damaged cage. Another beam of gems zoomed toward Eski. Meanwhile, the Scrafty defiantly faced down Gengar and Alakazam. He lunged toward Gengar with chomping jaws for the dark-type Crunch. The Arctozolt's cage had some more dents in it now, though not nearly enough to free the Pokemon. In fact, for the most part, Espeon's attack only managed to flip the cage upside-down. This jarred the Arctozolt inside, sending it into a wild fearful frenzy. The fossil Pokemon seemed to be a little damaged from the Psychic, as well, though less damage than a direct hit would cause. The cage's upside-down position also allowed the rescuing Pokemon to notice a possible way to open the cage from the bottom, but Sableye covered it with her foot before they could see any further detail. A few streets away, Trillo huddled in his shell, overwhelmed with confusion. Was he being stolen, or rescued, or some other possibility he couldn't imagine? The fluffy Pokemon didn't look like a predator, though, so that was a little relieving. After a minute of coaxing, Trillo started to tap on the glass along with Pip. Then he shot forward with an Aqua Jet. The forceful move made a hairline crack in the cage, and a drop of water dripped out every few seconds. It also dazed the Kabuto to slam into something so hard, and he needed a minute to reorient himself. When Alan recovered, he would be able to notice something new with the cage in its side-lying position. On the bottom of the cage was a thick, sturdy lock with a keyhole.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Ciao!" Pip excitedly hopped getting Alan's attention, he noticed the crack and the lock then crossed his arms and knelt to inspect the glass cage closer. "We could either r-risk going back," Alan muttered but the notion didn't sit well in his mind "O-or break the cage but then what Pip?" Alan sighed as Pip tilted his head listening to his trainer. "Ciaao?" Pip sighed then bumped the cage lightly to see if the crack would get bigger and Alan looked closely at the lock. "We could try to br-break the lock," Alan mused as he examined the latch the lock was attached to and Pip just stayed quiet as he tried to make the Kabuto feel less scared by showing he was friendly. Pip hopped around swept up debris with his tail, tapped the glass to play a rudimentary tune so the Kabuto wouldn't feel threatened by Pip. This took place while Alan deliberated about breaking the lock.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Sarah gasped. Gengar dodged. "That was a dirty trick! Gengar was only keeping an eye on things!" Gengar tried to throw a shadow ball without being told to. He was working on his own. Alakazam blinked.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins Eski got hit by the Power Gem and was knocked out. Espeon release a Psybeam at Sableye to destruct it for Faye to switch out her Pokémon C. Faye recalls her Pokémon and sends out Sylveon, Faye waits to see what Sableye is going to do next but May use Copy Cat lust in case a Pokémon attacks her at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC Trillo kept watching the trainer and Minccino with its beady eyes. He went back into his shell again - but this time, he curled up and Hardened in a way that would prepare him to handle more attempts to break the glass. Scrafty grunted as he took a glancing blow from the Shadow Ball. It slowed him down, but not too much. "Crunch again, but hit it this time!" Barley shouted. Scrafty complied, chomping at Gengar again. Sableye cackled as Eski fell. Then a Psybeam hit her full-on in the face... but she only laughed louder. A mind as Dark as hers couldn't be damaged by Psychic tricks. Her snickering finally stopped when some sort of pink fluffy enemy appeared. Barley also frowned at the new Sylveon and considered for a second before continuing the attack. "Shadow Claw!" Sableye wavered for a second, sizing up the Sylveon. Her one weakness... sweetness. Even then, she could probably take on a Sylveon... if she wasn't suffering from a worsening burn. Nah, that was a dumb idea. She had a better one. "If ya care so much about deese dumb Pokemon," Sableye hissed, "ya shouldn't start fights around 'em. Someone could get hurt." The ghost's feet phased through Arctozolt's cage. "If ya don't turn tail in ten seconds, I can make dis guy go extinct again." To prove her point, Sableye phased the rest of the way into the cage and slashed Arctozolt across the snout with a Shadow Claw. The electric type fell back and moaned, barely conscious. Barley raised his brows for a second and then turned red. He did NOT like his Pokemon disobeying him like that! Well... he supposed she technically followed his command, her own way. That Sableye was just going to improv sometimes, and he couldn't change that.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Gengar attempted to fire another shadow ball at the other pokemon. Sarah sighed. She took a deep breath. "Alright, you can do whatever it takes!" Gengar simply nodded. He kept attacking. Alakazam blinked. He looked very unhappy. He narrowed his eyes. He fired a physic beam at the sableye but missed.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Alright buddy," Alan told Pip as he pointed at the padlock "Tail Slap b-but be careful about the g-glass!" Pip didn't need to signal his agreement with his trainer and did exactly as Alan told him aiming for the latch. Pip hit the lock around four times and both the pokémon and his trainer heard the resounding crack of the glass as the lock clacked against the latch...</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Alakazan, stop this fight. I don't want to see Arctozo being torture. I can see that Sableye's trainer does not like her." May said to the Sableye as she starts to stare at Sableye without blinking using the move called Charm. Espeon notices a latch on the cage and claws at it.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The lock on Trillo's cage was also quite sturdy and resistant to breaking. But this did make it a helpful battering ram against the glass. A couple small cracks formed, leaking occasional drops of water. Trillo zoomed forward toward the spot with another Aqua Jet, forming a crack large enough for a steady trickle now. It would take all day for these two Pokemon to break a hole large enough for the Kabuto to get out. But with a bit more work, they might be able to make a crack large enough to communicate. Scrafty took another Shadow Ball and kept fighting through the pain. "You'll wear it down soon," Barley coached. "Keep Crunching!" Scrafty continued the attack, using trained footwork to remain as close as possible to his Gengar target. The cages could weaken most Pokemon moves, but their transparent walls did nothing to stop a look. Sableye couldn't help taking a peek into the Sylveon's dazzling, sapphire-like eyes. The 2% of a soul she had melted, and her ferocity faltered a bit. Sableye shook her head and growled... she still had a job to do, and none of these Pokemon looked like they were going to take her wise advice. She turned back to Arctozolt for a knockout blow - and was surprised to see the frightened Pokemon fighting back with its own move. The Shadow Claw and Thundershock hit at the same time. Arctozolt fell back into the frost, knocked out. The electricity sent Sableye flying back until she was phased halfway out of the cage. She paused for one second, stunned that a fossil Pokemon had dared to attack her.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty 'Hey can you hear me?' Pip hit the cage one last time, the water leaking faster but the glass still remained intact. Pip now able to communicate to the Kabuto got close to the glass 'Hiya we're trying to save you I'm Pip and this is my friend Alan,' Pip gestured towards the trainer 'Can you try to break the glass? My tail isn't strong enough but your shell could do the trick!' Pip pointed to the Kabuto then the glass 'If you get hurt we'll help you no worries!' Pip nodded exaggeratedly.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Zanavy@Blackmist16 Alakazam fired another beam. "Alakazam!!" Gengar fired another shadow ball before seeming to disappear. Sarah smirked. She knew for a fact a ghost type pokemon like gengar, especially a well trained one, could give any physic type pokemon, like sableye for example, a run for their money.</s>	<\|message\|>Faye Collins "Moon Blast," Faye said as Sylveon launch her attack at Sableye. Faye is wonder how to get the key from the ring leader as Espeon is lurking in the shadows. The Espeon is waiting for her chance to encounter the ring leader to get the mastekr key to open the cages.</s>
<\|description\|>Alan Moriarty Appearance ____________________________________________________________________ Age: 18 Background: Alan grew up in the big city with his father raising him on his own, his father is the owner of a small but popular bistro specializing in pasta dishes and the like. Alan and his father Douglas both love Normal-type Pokémon, Douglas's Pokémon is a Meowth that he's had since he inherited the bistro from his father who passed away 18 years ago. Alan had become a trainer at age 11 which was a little early even for most trainers, but Alan never ventured father than a kilometer from the city. He never went to a Pokécenter nor was his first Pokémon gifted to him, he met his first just outside the walls of the city. The Pokémon was a Minncino and it had gotten itself stuck in a ditch filled with trash and it was caught on a piece of litter. It took a while to calm the Pokémon but Alan eventually got the poor Minncino to stop panicking. Alan took the Minncino to the local pokécenter to get the little grey rodent healed, soon though Alan became fast friends with the Minncino and became it's trainer. Job/Type of Character: Pokémon Trainer/Pacifist. Pokémon: Pip Appearance \|\| Type: Normal \|\| Species: Chinchilla Pokémon \|\| Gender: Male \|\| Nature: Quirky Trait: Technician Height: 1'4" Weight: 12lbs * Tail Slap: * Charm: * Sing: Personality: Quirky, Playful and Empathic. Background: Reveal as RP progresses. ____________________________________________________________________</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911 Sarah narrowed her eyes. "ok jig-jig, that's enough. Don't worry, we will get them." She had jigglypuff return to his pokeball. Then, she had one of her other pokemon come out. "Alakazam! You're turn!" Alakazam popped out of his pokeball. He stared at the other trio with rather angry eyes. "Get ready!"</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Ice Beam," Faye said streaming a strong ice attack against Power Gem. "Will. O Wisp," Faye said as her Ninetailes summons blue flames and send them at the Sableya. Faye has a feeling to switch Eski for another Pokémon as Espeon tries to break open another cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The Ninetales' attack scorched Sableye's leg. She hissed and hobbled a bit - that burn would weaken some of her ability to hit hard. But there was plenty of fight left in her. Barley furrowed his brow, focused in thought. Then a plan came to him when Sarah sent out an Alakazam. He smirked and recalled the sleeping Fearow. A Scrafty took its place. The ruffian Pokemon took a few seconds to observe the battlefield. "Sableye, Mean Look on Alakazam!" Sableye sent a spine-chilling glare Alakazam's way. The move would prevent Alakazam from switching out or running away... quite a useful move in Barley's arsenal. The cages were specially designed to hold Pokemon, and thus held strong even against Pokemon attacks. Espeon made a few scrapes in the glass, but it would take much more power or time to break open a cage.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith @Alisdragon911@Blackmist16 Alakazam blinked. He glared. Sarah frowned and looked mad. "Well....since you want to pull that......" She granted Gengar permission to enter the fray, but only him. "Gengar, keep an eye on them. If they pull any dirty tricks....well.....you know what to do." Gengar narrowed his eyes and nodded. They both looked at Barley after that.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty On the Run: Alan nearly droped the glass cage as he ran out the exit because of the lullaby but Pip swatted his trainer on the ankle, snapping him out of the lull of sleepiness. So they ran until they reached the road exiting the city but stopped to catch their breath in a nearby alleyway. Alan was keeled over panting while Pip peeked out the alleyway to see if they were being followed. Once a second passed and no sign of the ringmaster or his pokémon could be spotted Pip went over to Alan and tapped the glass getting the Kabuto's attention, then gave it a friendly wave. Alan had set the cage down and sat on an old milk crate to catch his breath as Pip tried communicating with the Kabuto. Pip tapped the glass and made a hitting motion indicating for the other pokémon to try to break the glass.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins The wild Espeon was disappointed from only making a few scratches on the cage but it caught the attention of the Pokémon inside the cage to hit the glass hard. Faye could tell this was her chance, "Will o Wisp." Faye said as Eskisummons more blue flames and streamed it at a cage. Espeon jumps out of the way as the Espeon use Psychic on the same cage. Faye hopes it damage the cage and not harm the Pokémon that was inside the cage.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC "H-HEY, you can't do that!" Ringmaster Barley stammered as Sarah brought another Pokemon into the fight. "There are rules to these things, you know." Barley began to sweat as he glanced around all the commotion. This was getting out of hand. But his team was strong, and perhaps he could get out of this situation with some of his pride. "Sableye, guard the cage," Barley ordered. "Power Gem again. Scrafty, Crunch on Gengar." The ghost shifted into the shadows, reappearing on top of the damaged cage. Another beam of gems zoomed toward Eski. Meanwhile, the Scrafty defiantly faced down Gengar and Alakazam. He lunged toward Gengar with chomping jaws for the dark-type Crunch. The Arctozolt's cage had some more dents in it now, though not nearly enough to free the Pokemon. In fact, for the most part, Espeon's attack only managed to flip the cage upside-down. This jarred the Arctozolt inside, sending it into a wild fearful frenzy. The fossil Pokemon seemed to be a little damaged from the Psychic, as well, though less damage than a direct hit would cause. The cage's upside-down position also allowed the rescuing Pokemon to notice a possible way to open the cage from the bottom, but Sableye covered it with her foot before they could see any further detail. A few streets away, Trillo huddled in his shell, overwhelmed with confusion. Was he being stolen, or rescued, or some other possibility he couldn't imagine? The fluffy Pokemon didn't look like a predator, though, so that was a little relieving. After a minute of coaxing, Trillo started to tap on the glass along with Pip. Then he shot forward with an Aqua Jet. The forceful move made a hairline crack in the cage, and a drop of water dripped out every few seconds. It also dazed the Kabuto to slam into something so hard, and he needed a minute to reorient himself. When Alan recovered, he would be able to notice something new with the cage in its side-lying position. On the bottom of the cage was a thick, sturdy lock with a keyhole.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Ciao!" Pip excitedly hopped getting Alan's attention, he noticed the crack and the lock then crossed his arms and knelt to inspect the glass cage closer. "We could either r-risk going back," Alan muttered but the notion didn't sit well in his mind "O-or break the cage but then what Pip?" Alan sighed as Pip tilted his head listening to his trainer. "Ciaao?" Pip sighed then bumped the cage lightly to see if the crack would get bigger and Alan looked closely at the lock. "We could try to br-break the lock," Alan mused as he examined the latch the lock was attached to and Pip just stayed quiet as he tried to make the Kabuto feel less scared by showing he was friendly. Pip hopped around swept up debris with his tail, tapped the glass to play a rudimentary tune so the Kabuto wouldn't feel threatened by Pip. This took place while Alan deliberated about breaking the lock.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Sarah gasped. Gengar dodged. "That was a dirty trick! Gengar was only keeping an eye on things!" Gengar tried to throw a shadow ball without being told to. He was working on his own. Alakazam blinked.</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins Eski got hit by the Power Gem and was knocked out. Espeon release a Psybeam at Sableye to destruct it for Faye to switch out her Pokémon C. Faye recalls her Pokémon and sends out Sylveon, Faye waits to see what Sableye is going to do next but May use Copy Cat lust in case a Pokémon attacks her at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC Trillo kept watching the trainer and Minccino with its beady eyes. He went back into his shell again - but this time, he curled up and Hardened in a way that would prepare him to handle more attempts to break the glass. Scrafty grunted as he took a glancing blow from the Shadow Ball. It slowed him down, but not too much. "Crunch again, but hit it this time!" Barley shouted. Scrafty complied, chomping at Gengar again. Sableye cackled as Eski fell. Then a Psybeam hit her full-on in the face... but she only laughed louder. A mind as Dark as hers couldn't be damaged by Psychic tricks. Her snickering finally stopped when some sort of pink fluffy enemy appeared. Barley also frowned at the new Sylveon and considered for a second before continuing the attack. "Shadow Claw!" Sableye wavered for a second, sizing up the Sylveon. Her one weakness... sweetness. Even then, she could probably take on a Sylveon... if she wasn't suffering from a worsening burn. Nah, that was a dumb idea. She had a better one. "If ya care so much about deese dumb Pokemon," Sableye hissed, "ya shouldn't start fights around 'em. Someone could get hurt." The ghost's feet phased through Arctozolt's cage. "If ya don't turn tail in ten seconds, I can make dis guy go extinct again." To prove her point, Sableye phased the rest of the way into the cage and slashed Arctozolt across the snout with a Shadow Claw. The electric type fell back and moaned, barely conscious. Barley raised his brows for a second and then turned red. He did NOT like his Pokemon disobeying him like that! Well... he supposed she technically followed his command, her own way. That Sableye was just going to improv sometimes, and he couldn't change that.</s> <\|message\|>Sarah Smith Gengar attempted to fire another shadow ball at the other pokemon. Sarah sighed. She took a deep breath. "Alright, you can do whatever it takes!" Gengar simply nodded. He kept attacking. Alakazam blinked. He looked very unhappy. He narrowed his eyes. He fired a physic beam at the sableye but missed.</s> <\|message\|>Alan Moriarty "Alright buddy," Alan told Pip as he pointed at the padlock "Tail Slap b-but be careful about the g-glass!" Pip didn't need to signal his agreement with his trainer and did exactly as Alan told him aiming for the latch. Pip hit the lock around four times and both the pokémon and his trainer heard the resounding crack of the glass as the lock clacked against the latch...</s> <\|message\|>Faye Collins "Alakazan, stop this fight. I don't want to see Arctozo being torture. I can see that Sableye's trainer does not like her." May said to the Sableye as she starts to stare at Sableye without blinking using the move called Charm. Espeon notices a latch on the cage and claws at it.</s> <\|message\|>Pokemon OC The lock on Trillo's cage was also quite sturdy and resistant to breaking. But this did make it a helpful battering ram against the glass. A couple small cracks formed, leaking occasional drops of water. Trillo zoomed forward toward the spot with another Aqua Jet, forming a crack large enough for a steady trickle now. It would take all day for these two Pokemon to break a hole large enough for the Kabuto to get out. But with a bit more work, they might be able to make a crack large enough to communicate. Scrafty took another Shadow Ball and kept fighting through the pain. "You'll wear it down soon," Barley coached. "Keep Crunching!" Scrafty continued the attack, using trained footwork to remain as close as possible to his Gengar target. The cages could weaken most Pokemon moves, but their transparent walls did nothing to stop a look. Sableye couldn't help taking a peek into the Sylveon's dazzling, sapphire-like eyes. The 2% of a soul she had melted, and her ferocity faltered a bit. Sableye shook her head and growled... she still had a job to do, and none of these Pokemon looked like they were going to take her wise advice. She turned back to Arctozolt for a knockout blow - and was surprised to see the frightened Pokemon fighting back with its own move. The Shadow Claw and Thundershock hit at the same time. Arctozolt fell back into the frost, knocked out. The electricity sent Sableye flying back until she was phased halfway out of the cage. She paused for one second, stunned that a fossil Pokemon had dared to attack her.</s>	<\|message\|>Alan Moriarty 'Hey can you hear me?' Pip hit the cage one last time, the water leaking faster but the glass still remained intact. Pip now able to communicate to the Kabuto got close to the glass 'Hiya we're trying to save you I'm Pip and this is my friend Alan,' Pip gestured towards the trainer 'Can you try to break the glass? My tail isn't strong enough but your shell could do the trick!' Pip pointed to the Kabuto then the glass 'If you get hurt we'll help you no worries!' Pip nodded exaggeratedly.</s>
<\|description\|>Strax von Catterwall Appearance: Age: 24 Title: Duke Kingdom/homeland: Catterwall Bio: Several generations ago, a bottom-class woman led a full scale revolt against the technologically advanced elite of the land. It was a bloody fight, by the end there were less than twenty people alive on either side. The woman had survived, though, and she took her place as the new queen. Her name had been Lilly, but she was hailed as Queen Lillith von Catterwall, for her battle cries were said to be that of a vicious feline springing at it's assailants. It was not long before the Queen was with child, however, knowing that it was the hardships she faced that made her a worthy Queen, she decided she would not allow her daughters to know the ease of royal life. Thus it became tradition that every female heir be cast into banishment by the age of six, where she must grow on her own, until she has made a name for herself and proven she is worthy of inheriting the title of Queen. It then falls to the male heirs to run the kingdom until such time that a daughter return and prove her worth. If no daughter returns by the end of the Queen's life, the son will rule until such time as she returns, at which point he was have the chance to challenge her for the throne. Not once has a son challenged a daughter and won. Duke Strax is the second born child and first born son of Queen Lillith von Catterwall VII. His sister, Lillith von Catterwall VIII, returned to prove her worth less than a year ago. Since then, Strax has slowly but surely been being phased out of royal affairs as his sister prepares to take the throne. Despite what many may think, Strax is actually glad, as less time devoted to policy and diplomacy was always welcome. With her on the throne, he'd be able to focus more on his own passions. Unfortunately, with his sister returned, Strax was no longer needed in the palace, and his mother wasted no time trying to marry him off to other nations for various reasons. Strax had no desire for a wife (though he enjoyed the thought of children), but he knew there was no arguing with a combat hardened Queen. Many 'young maidens' had been rounded up for Strax to pick from, but none of them interested him. It wasn't until he heard tell of a very particular Princess who had been turning down nearly every suitor who came to call. Strax decided then that he would only wed a woman with a will as strong as hers and immediately made preparations to travel to her kingdom and call on her himself. Strax knew nothing else about this woman, but even if it didn't work out, he wanted to meet the only woman who might reject him. Other: Strax is a jarhead beefcake who likes strong-willed women. He's actually bisexual, liking strong men and women, but he still hasn't come to terms with it. As far as he's concerned, he's straight as an arrow.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Anna White was a simple worker of the castle. She was attending to her duties when she saw how upset the princess seemed to be one day. However, she knew it was not her place to say anything. She was only a mere castle employee after all. Her employers business was none of hers. She knew that much from the very first day. Anyway, Anna was there when the princess made the announcement. She had been assigned a task that involved cleaning off a wall near where the princess had been. And so, she had ended up hearing every word that was said. She frowned with worry and concern. She could only hope that things would work out for the princess. Anna had to admit, she did admire the princess at least a little bit. She wished she could be as strong and independent as her. She sighed a bit as she thought about that and tried to return her focus back on her duties at hand, at least for the time being. Anna tried to keep to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall "Your grace, we've arrived in the Kingdom of Provectus! We're pulling in to the port now." The ships captain announced. Duke Strax looked up from his desk. The image of such a finely groomed, regally attired man reading old, leather bound tomes belied his true, rather barbarous nature. "Ah! Excellent!" Strax exclaimed heartily, slamming the ancient book closed with little regard for it's well being. He tossed it haphazardly onto his bed before rising slowly, being sure not to disturb the maps and small plastic markers that represented various troops, squadrons, and fleets. When put together, they told the story of one army, represented with red, utterly crushing the second, represented by brown. Adjusting his belt, he turned to address the captain directly. "Have your men prepare my car. I want to be able to at least see the kingdom I'll soon be ruling. Dismissed." The captain saluted his duke and left to complete his orders. Twenty minutes later, a gaudy red vehicle drove down the steel ramp connecting the C.Q.S. Midus' Right to the dock. To call it a car would be inaccurate, as it was closer to an armored tank that had been scaled down to the size of an S.U.V., though the mounted weapons had been traded for greater speed and mobility. The exterior was crimson with gold accent, while the interior was a much more muted brown, due to the genuine leather used to furnish it. Duke Strax peered out of the long, thin slats of bullet proof, metallic glass, tinted so that no one outside the vehicle could be sure of his exact position. It would take a few hours before they would actually reach the capitol city, let alone the palace itself. In the meantime, Strax ordered one of his body guards to call ahead to the palace and ensure his arrival went smoothly. Strax stroked his scruffy chin as the vehicle moved slowly but surely down the well planned route that would lead him to his future wife. He wondered what she'd look like, what she'd sound like, how well she could defend herself in both armed and unarmed combat, not well, he assumed. But most of all, he wondered who she was. She, heir to a kingdom that put all their faith into technology and academics. And yet. He thought. She chooses her husband with a contest. As if she were from ancient times. A grin slowly crept it's way onto his face. No doubt she understands the need for powerful children, and thus, a powerful husband. The ride to the palace had been uneventful. Despite his best efforts, Duke Strax had been impressed by the obvious difference in technological advancement between his nation and this one. Even the architecture seemed to be objectively more effective. But utterly lacking in any sort of traditional touch. Strax thought grimly, finally having found something to be displeased about. "I'll have to fix that..." he muttered, unaware and uncaring that he had thought aloud. As the palace gates closed behind them, the vehicle finally rolled to a stop in front of the palace doors. Four armed men exited first, each taking their time to ensure the area was secure before allowing Duke Strax to vacate the armored car. He hated all these precautions and would have preferred driving himself in an open vehicle, dismounting with a thud, and striding up to the massive doors as if he already owned them and the walls they attached to. But he knew better and, after two of the four men joined him, sent a third to announce his arrival. Her staff had better not keeping waiting out in the open for long. Strax thought as he made some last minute adjustments to his ceremonial armor. It would do nothing against modern weaponry, but it was traditional.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Anna White blinked. She was working by the castle entrance when the arrival of the first suitor was announced. A guard barked at her to answer the front doors. She sighed and did as she was told. She learned not to talk back or disobey orders a long time ago. She could not risk her job or anything after all. A guard on either side of her, she opened up the doors. She blinked when she saw the armored man there. She took a breath and paused when a guard spoke before she could do the same. -"Yes?" She watched as the guard looked him up and down. -"A suitor I assume?" Anna sighed. She took a step back and slowly made to leave. She tried to resume her work.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall After a moment the door was opened, revealing a young woman and two of the castle's guards. "Announcing the arrival of Strax von Catterwall, Duke of the Free Queendom of Catterwall!" Declared Strax's own guard. His were much better trained than theirs, and would not answer a question they had not been ordered to. Finally. Strax thought, eager to speak for himself. "Indeed! I heard tell of a princess who would decide her suitor by way of tournament, and decided immediately I must meet her!" He answered, striding boldly through the door. The woman was already making her way out of the room. "A member of the staff, I assume?" he asked, pointing casually at her. He waited for the guards answer as he cast his eyes over the interior of the palace. It was far more... elegant, than his own. Well, my sister's now. May she rule long and bear a stronger daughter. There were no visible scars or battle damage, no trophies of battle won on display. Still, it was a palace. Should worst come to worst, the guards would be able to fend off attacks with great advantage. "So, will someone be telling my men where to take my things, or will they be searching for it themselves?" He jokingly asked the guards. "More importantly, I am to meet the princess now, or should I head to my room first? Having spent the last eighty-three hours being trapped within one vehicle or another, I'm quite anxious to stretch my legs."</s> <\|message\|>Anna White @Dr Lovecraft@spiral origin Anna listened as the guards said that he may be escorted to his room if he wished. The princess would arrive when she was ready. That much was obvious. Anyway, one of the guards turned to look at Anna as she was starting to leave the room. -"You! Halt!" Anna blinked. She stopped in her tracks with a gasp. She slowly turned to look at the guard. "Y....yes? ....sir?" The guard narrowed his eyes and frowned. -"Escort our guest to his room if that is what he wishes. DO NOT DILLY DALLY!" Anna winced. "....Yes sir." She frowned and walked back up to them. She looked at the suitor who had arrived. "May I?"</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven It hadnt been a long enough wait before word made it to the Princess that the first suitor had showed up. Giving a sigh, she stood up and carried herself with confidence. Wearing a gown that was light purple, simple and elegant, but worthy of her title. When she left her room, word had gotten to her that today was the day. She had prepared and readied herself to looked her best as suitors were on their way. Tavia left her room, instant her personal guards were around her and moving with her through the castle hallways. Her walk was with confidence and air about her that demanded respect. After several minutes she was now at the top of the stair case that lead down to the main entrance to her castle. Watching as the scene unfolded in front of her and the Duke walked into her palace as if he owned it already. "Hes the first and definitely arrogant. Thinking he has won already apparently. " She thought to herself as she then moved to make her way down the steps. A guard at the bottom, noticing the Princess and looked about the group as the other guards, servant, and Duke seemed to be in conversation about what to do next. "Princess Tavia Haven of Kingdom Provectus. " His voice loud and clear as it demanded the attention of all those in the area to acknowledge the princess. Tavis finished down the stairs, a small smile formed on her lips as her eyes fell on Anna, a friend of hers that she had grown up with, even given there status's were so different, she had a soft spot for the woman. As her eyes went to the Duke and his ensemble of guards. The smile had left her face and her eyes gave way nothing as to what she was thinking. Standing before him, she made no effort to hide the annoyance she already held for him. "Welcome to Kingdom Provectus. I do hope your journey here was safe. I am pleased to have you here. I am Princess Tavia, who are you?" She asked as her voice seemed to shift to a lighter tone though still held authority in it.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "A tournament, hm? One to decide the fate of this kingdom, by marrying off it's princess. I like this. They'll be distracted long enough for me to get in and get out." Liv said to herself as she stood from her air mattress, that she had stolen from some apartment building she was hiding in at the time. In her mid-morning rush to get ready, she grabbed a small metal triangle and pocketed it, a tool for later. Exiting from the hovel she called her hideaway, Liv made her way through the bustling streets, taking the occassional subway, because quite frankly, from the bottom to the top of the kingdom, that's a longer walk than she's willing to put up with. Upon her arrival to the castle grounds, she witnessed what looked like a small tank pull to the front of the palace and empty it's passangers. Oh me, oh my, the first of many suitors I'm assuming. the thief thought, making her way around to a fenced in garden where she began her ascent, climbing the fence in three swift strides and vaulting over with ease. She stuck her landing and ducked between bushes as she made her way towards an open entrance for her to sneak in to. Upon finding her entrance in the form of an open window, she pulled herself in, brushing herself off from the many bushes she had to jump into. "Well, that was easy enough, now to find either a vault or a study." the thief said to herself as she began wandering, searching for her quarry.</s>	<\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax nodded approvingly when told that the princess would meet him when she was ready. When the castle guard shouted "Halt!", however, Strax froze, both arms instinctively going to his weapons. After the briefest of glances, however, he realized they were speaking to the young woman from earlier. Strax relaxed, though he was a little puzzled why such a stern tone had been used on a member of the staff. He was even more confused when she responded as if she had done something wrong. Was it normal for them to shout at their workers in this manner? Perhaps she was incompetent and needed a sterner hand? Before he could solve this little riddle, a voice rang out from the stairs, announcing the arrival of the princess. She was a beautiful creature. Thin, but beautiful. The duke fell to one knee, placing his right fist over his heart and bowing his head. He was here to impress, true, but he understood the chain of command well, and she outranked him. It wasn't until she spoke to him directly that he rose to his feet, standing straighter than he had before. "I thank you, Princess Tavia, for your most gracious welcome. I am Duke Strax von Catterwall, and it is my great honor to meet you." He took no offense to annoyance on her face. She was, after all, the princess. "And I thank you for your concern, princess. My journey was indeed secure, if uneventful. I am quite eager to face the challenges you have prepared for me, your highness."</s>
<\|description\|>Strax von Catterwall Appearance: Age: 24 Title: Duke Kingdom/homeland: Catterwall Bio: Several generations ago, a bottom-class woman led a full scale revolt against the technologically advanced elite of the land. It was a bloody fight, by the end there were less than twenty people alive on either side. The woman had survived, though, and she took her place as the new queen. Her name had been Lilly, but she was hailed as Queen Lillith von Catterwall, for her battle cries were said to be that of a vicious feline springing at it's assailants. It was not long before the Queen was with child, however, knowing that it was the hardships she faced that made her a worthy Queen, she decided she would not allow her daughters to know the ease of royal life. Thus it became tradition that every female heir be cast into banishment by the age of six, where she must grow on her own, until she has made a name for herself and proven she is worthy of inheriting the title of Queen. It then falls to the male heirs to run the kingdom until such time that a daughter return and prove her worth. If no daughter returns by the end of the Queen's life, the son will rule until such time as she returns, at which point he was have the chance to challenge her for the throne. Not once has a son challenged a daughter and won. Duke Strax is the second born child and first born son of Queen Lillith von Catterwall VII. His sister, Lillith von Catterwall VIII, returned to prove her worth less than a year ago. Since then, Strax has slowly but surely been being phased out of royal affairs as his sister prepares to take the throne. Despite what many may think, Strax is actually glad, as less time devoted to policy and diplomacy was always welcome. With her on the throne, he'd be able to focus more on his own passions. Unfortunately, with his sister returned, Strax was no longer needed in the palace, and his mother wasted no time trying to marry him off to other nations for various reasons. Strax had no desire for a wife (though he enjoyed the thought of children), but he knew there was no arguing with a combat hardened Queen. Many 'young maidens' had been rounded up for Strax to pick from, but none of them interested him. It wasn't until he heard tell of a very particular Princess who had been turning down nearly every suitor who came to call. Strax decided then that he would only wed a woman with a will as strong as hers and immediately made preparations to travel to her kingdom and call on her himself. Strax knew nothing else about this woman, but even if it didn't work out, he wanted to meet the only woman who might reject him. Other: Strax is a jarhead beefcake who likes strong-willed women. He's actually bisexual, liking strong men and women, but he still hasn't come to terms with it. As far as he's concerned, he's straight as an arrow.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "A tournament, hm? One to decide the fate of this kingdom, by marrying off it's princess. I like this. They'll be distracted long enough for me to get in and get out." Liv said to herself as she stood from her air mattress, that she had stolen from some apartment building she was hiding in at the time. In her mid-morning rush to get ready, she grabbed a small metal triangle and pocketed it, a tool for later. Exiting from the hovel she called her hideaway, Liv made her way through the bustling streets, taking the occassional subway, because quite frankly, from the bottom to the top of the kingdom, that's a longer walk than she's willing to put up with. Upon her arrival to the castle grounds, she witnessed what looked like a small tank pull to the front of the palace and empty it's passangers. Oh me, oh my, the first of many suitors I'm assuming. the thief thought, making her way around to a fenced in garden where she began her ascent, climbing the fence in three swift strides and vaulting over with ease. She stuck her landing and ducked between bushes as she made her way towards an open entrance for her to sneak in to. Upon finding her entrance in the form of an open window, she pulled herself in, brushing herself off from the many bushes she had to jump into. "Well, that was easy enough, now to find either a vault or a study." the thief said to herself as she began wandering, searching for her quarry.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax nodded approvingly when told that the princess would meet him when she was ready. When the castle guard shouted "Halt!", however, Strax froze, both arms instinctively going to his weapons. After the briefest of glances, however, he realized they were speaking to the young woman from earlier. Strax relaxed, though he was a little puzzled why such a stern tone had been used on a member of the staff. He was even more confused when she responded as if she had done something wrong. Was it normal for them to shout at their workers in this manner? Perhaps she was incompetent and needed a sterner hand? Before he could solve this little riddle, a voice rang out from the stairs, announcing the arrival of the princess. She was a beautiful creature. Thin, but beautiful. The duke fell to one knee, placing his right fist over his heart and bowing his head. He was here to impress, true, but he understood the chain of command well, and she outranked him. It wasn't until she spoke to him directly that he rose to his feet, standing straighter than he had before. "I thank you, Princess Tavia, for your most gracious welcome. I am Duke Strax von Catterwall, and it is my great honor to meet you." He took no offense to annoyance on her face. She was, after all, the princess. "And I thank you for your concern, princess. My journey was indeed secure, if uneventful. I am quite eager to face the challenges you have prepared for me, your highness."</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven Tavia watched the man as he dropped to one knee and bowed to her as she approached him. "Good, he knows his place, for now. She thought to herself as he then rose, her eyes glancing back over at Anna wondering why she looked like she did and the guards around her seeming a bit more stern looking then usual. Priority first, she had a guest that needed tending to first. Her eyes looking back to him and traveled up and down him before meeting his own as he answered her quesetions. "I am glad to hear your travels were safe and secure. There is still time before the events will start, I can see that you are eager, you are the first to arrive. I am pleased that you are here, none the less. " Her tone still strong and stern, her soft side pushed and tucked away, lost deep within her. Looking to the guards now, her eyes tone sounding a bit harsher then whens he had spoke to the Duke. "You. " She turned away from the Duke and walked towards the guard "Will treat the staff with more respect then that. They are the ones that keep this place running. You can show his guards where they will be staying, the guest wing, he gets first pick of whichever room he wants in the wing. " She told him with a hint of annoyance and anger in her voice. Sometimes even the guards needed to be reminded just who ran the castle. Giving a soft sigh as she turned to Anna, her tone completely shifting to a much softer one though it was still strong and authoritive. "Anna, is everything okay here?" Her eyes watching the servant to make sure she didnt try and cover anything up. It annoyed the Princess for guards to talk to the servant as if they were beneath them and trash. True they were not as high up or ranked as a guard, but Tavia knew all to well that her servants kept the place going. She had always demanded they be treated with respect unless they had done something to warrant other wise. Hoping the Duke didnt mind as she had to get things under control, not at all how she wanted to greet the first arrival for the tournament, but there was notihng she could do about it now. After dealing with guards and Anna, she turned back to the Duke and gave a warmer smile to then before. "If you feel up to it, I can personally give you a walk around the castle." Her voice back to the authoritive and stern she had before but holding a bit more of softness then before as well.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Lovecraft@StitchedOwl Anna paused. She watched as the guards all stiffened. The one guard who had yelled at her to halt, and had given her that order, was especially still. They all gulped. She heard them do so. -'y....yes milady." --"O...of course milady." All the guards said one or the other. They scrambled to go do as they were told. That left Anna behind with just the duke, the first suitor to arrive, and the princess herself. Anna gulped. She took a step back. She blinked and looked at the princess when she was addressed. She bowed her head and tried not to make eye contact. She assumed it was disrespectful to even look them in the eye without permission, the princess and her father, the king, that is. "I...I am fine. I...am quite used to it, your' majesty." She attempted to be modest. She did not wish to place any sort of burden or worry on the princess. She was used to being on her own to deal with the guards and such. She hid how nervous and such she was from the princess, or tried to anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "Let's see...kitchens, larder, servant's quarters, storage, guard barracks..." Liv listed as she looked into rooms as she passed by, trying her best to make it look like she was just a lost visitor as she wandered. "Now where would I keep the key to a massive cache of riches if I were royalty?" she thought to herself. When she saw guards patrolling some of the halls she would stick to an obscured corner and pass at the first opportunity, when she found herself near a room where she heard polite...if strained conversations. "Shit, gotta hide." she said to herself, scrambling as she darted into a nearby broom closet, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could in her alarmed state. She took afew moments to correct herself before holding the door knob to keep the door from opening. In her other hand she took out that small silver triangle and winced as it unfolded into a fractal pattern wrapped around her fist, coating her entire right hand in the metal. It wouldn't kill anyone, hell it didn't even enhance any physical attributes, it was just programmable matter that she stole and turned into a multitool of sorts, but it would still hurt...alot.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax kept his expression stern and emotionless, despite the proud, beaming smile that tried to force it's way onto his lips. He remained at attention up until the princess turned her attention to the guards. Crossing his arms, Strax finally allowed himself a smirk as he listened to her put the armored bullies in their place. While he knew better to speak over royalty, Strax did make eye contact with his own guard, giving them a series of looks that nonverbally communicated that they were to move his things into his room, guided by the palace guards. Strax straightened once more just in time for the princess to turn back to him. "It would be my great honor, your majesty." He answered. A tour of the castle was just the sort of thing that would give them time to get to know each other. And for him to learn more about the challenges ahead.</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven Tavia sighed when the servant girl said that she was quite used to it, it was something that would have to be fixed. Her servants, anyone under her for that matter, wouldnt be treated poorly. "You have my reassurance that I will be putting a stop to it. Do not hesitate to seek me out and tell me if they dont stop. Thank you for all you do Anna. " She told her before turning her attention back to the Duke that was here for the tournament she was going to be holding. Making a mental note to hold a meeting with the guards that were usually left to tend to the castle needs. Hearing that it would be his honor for her to give him a tour, she let the smallest of a smile show through her other words expressionless face. "Shall we then?" She looked back to Anna as if to make sure the servant of hers was quite okay before taking off with the Duke. "Right this way." She stated and then began to walk, not fast or slow, but at a steady pace, two of her own guards falling in behind the pair walking. Tavia not phased at all by this as she had grown used to it over the years, always having two guards at the very least with her at all times. "Dont mind the guards, they know better then to repeat what they might over hear us say. Please feel free to speak freely while we are on the tour." She then started down the hall that would be housing the guests while they were here. Thinking it was appropriate and he would have an idea of where his room and things would be brought too. After a few minutes of walking down the hall doors started to appear on both sides and she motioned to him. "These will be the guests, like yourself, quarters. With not knowing how many will show up for the tournament, so I left them all open. Since you are first, you do get to take first pick. " She continued on, only pausing or stopping if he had done so first. "How far out did you say you came from?" Curiosity striking once again as she was indeed curious about how far word had gotten about her tournament.</s>	<\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax kept pace with the princess easily. His stride was long and heavy, each step echoing off the polished stone floor and reverberating through the large halls. The large grin that had been fighting to be seen finally forced itself onto his face when he heard those two magical words; Speak freely. "I hail from Catterwall, far to the north." He answered proudly. "It's roughly forty-three thousand nautical miles from here. Took three months to get here, but it was well worth it." Of course, it would have been a much shorter trip if he had flown, but Strax had a hard time trusting flying vehicles. The only time he employed them was for warfare. "Tell me," he said, changing the subject. "Do you have any interest in combat, your majesty? In my country, it is tradition for those who wish to grow closer to spar with one another. Nothing brings two souls closer than the heat of combat... athletic competitions are a close second, though." he added.</s>
<\|description\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin Appearance: Liv is a tall, not necessarily healthy thin woman with lightly tanned skin and deep red hair. Her attire consists of very ostentatious clothing, with a button-up white shirt, open to expose some of her chest, and black high-waisted tights, topped off by knee-high leather boots. She has several tattoos, with normally only a winding snake over the beginnings of a peacock feather visible on her neck, and an ornate floral pattern on her chest. Age: 24 Role in this story: Nigh-incompetent thief Bio: Liv was...is not the brightest bulb in any shed, she does however possess the knowledge that there's a lot of money going to the royal castle suddenly, and God be damned, she wants a slice of that. That being said, she grew up poor and turned to thievery when nothing else paid enough for her liking. Most of her first robberies were botched so horribly, yet somehow, through sheer dumb luck she was able to come out of them slightly richer, but she always wanted more. Seeing this as her perfect opportunity to get more, she's going to jump at the chance...and probably fall in the worst place possible while trying to rob a castle. Other: It needs repeating, she is the happy idiot with a bunch of skills, but no idea on how to put them together to be useful.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Anna White blinked. She was working by the castle entrance when the arrival of the first suitor was announced. A guard barked at her to answer the front doors. She sighed and did as she was told. She learned not to talk back or disobey orders a long time ago. She could not risk her job or anything after all. A guard on either side of her, she opened up the doors. She blinked when she saw the armored man there. She took a breath and paused when a guard spoke before she could do the same. -"Yes?" She watched as the guard looked him up and down. -"A suitor I assume?" Anna sighed. She took a step back and slowly made to leave. She tried to resume her work.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall After a moment the door was opened, revealing a young woman and two of the castle's guards. "Announcing the arrival of Strax von Catterwall, Duke of the Free Queendom of Catterwall!" Declared Strax's own guard. His were much better trained than theirs, and would not answer a question they had not been ordered to. Finally. Strax thought, eager to speak for himself. "Indeed! I heard tell of a princess who would decide her suitor by way of tournament, and decided immediately I must meet her!" He answered, striding boldly through the door. The woman was already making her way out of the room. "A member of the staff, I assume?" he asked, pointing casually at her. He waited for the guards answer as he cast his eyes over the interior of the palace. It was far more... elegant, than his own. Well, my sister's now. May she rule long and bear a stronger daughter. There were no visible scars or battle damage, no trophies of battle won on display. Still, it was a palace. Should worst come to worst, the guards would be able to fend off attacks with great advantage. "So, will someone be telling my men where to take my things, or will they be searching for it themselves?" He jokingly asked the guards. "More importantly, I am to meet the princess now, or should I head to my room first? Having spent the last eighty-three hours being trapped within one vehicle or another, I'm quite anxious to stretch my legs."</s> <\|message\|>Anna White @Dr Lovecraft@spiral origin Anna listened as the guards said that he may be escorted to his room if he wished. The princess would arrive when she was ready. That much was obvious. Anyway, one of the guards turned to look at Anna as she was starting to leave the room. -"You! Halt!" Anna blinked. She stopped in her tracks with a gasp. She slowly turned to look at the guard. "Y....yes? ....sir?" The guard narrowed his eyes and frowned. -"Escort our guest to his room if that is what he wishes. DO NOT DILLY DALLY!" Anna winced. "....Yes sir." She frowned and walked back up to them. She looked at the suitor who had arrived. "May I?"</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven It hadnt been a long enough wait before word made it to the Princess that the first suitor had showed up. Giving a sigh, she stood up and carried herself with confidence. Wearing a gown that was light purple, simple and elegant, but worthy of her title. When she left her room, word had gotten to her that today was the day. She had prepared and readied herself to looked her best as suitors were on their way. Tavia left her room, instant her personal guards were around her and moving with her through the castle hallways. Her walk was with confidence and air about her that demanded respect. After several minutes she was now at the top of the stair case that lead down to the main entrance to her castle. Watching as the scene unfolded in front of her and the Duke walked into her palace as if he owned it already. "Hes the first and definitely arrogant. Thinking he has won already apparently. " She thought to herself as she then moved to make her way down the steps. A guard at the bottom, noticing the Princess and looked about the group as the other guards, servant, and Duke seemed to be in conversation about what to do next. "Princess Tavia Haven of Kingdom Provectus. " His voice loud and clear as it demanded the attention of all those in the area to acknowledge the princess. Tavis finished down the stairs, a small smile formed on her lips as her eyes fell on Anna, a friend of hers that she had grown up with, even given there status's were so different, she had a soft spot for the woman. As her eyes went to the Duke and his ensemble of guards. The smile had left her face and her eyes gave way nothing as to what she was thinking. Standing before him, she made no effort to hide the annoyance she already held for him. "Welcome to Kingdom Provectus. I do hope your journey here was safe. I am pleased to have you here. I am Princess Tavia, who are you?" She asked as her voice seemed to shift to a lighter tone though still held authority in it.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "A tournament, hm? One to decide the fate of this kingdom, by marrying off it's princess. I like this. They'll be distracted long enough for me to get in and get out." Liv said to herself as she stood from her air mattress, that she had stolen from some apartment building she was hiding in at the time. In her mid-morning rush to get ready, she grabbed a small metal triangle and pocketed it, a tool for later. Exiting from the hovel she called her hideaway, Liv made her way through the bustling streets, taking the occassional subway, because quite frankly, from the bottom to the top of the kingdom, that's a longer walk than she's willing to put up with. Upon her arrival to the castle grounds, she witnessed what looked like a small tank pull to the front of the palace and empty it's passangers. Oh me, oh my, the first of many suitors I'm assuming. the thief thought, making her way around to a fenced in garden where she began her ascent, climbing the fence in three swift strides and vaulting over with ease. She stuck her landing and ducked between bushes as she made her way towards an open entrance for her to sneak in to. Upon finding her entrance in the form of an open window, she pulled herself in, brushing herself off from the many bushes she had to jump into. "Well, that was easy enough, now to find either a vault or a study." the thief said to herself as she began wandering, searching for her quarry.</s> <\|message\|>Strax von Catterwall Duke Strax von Catterwall Strax nodded approvingly when told that the princess would meet him when she was ready. When the castle guard shouted "Halt!", however, Strax froze, both arms instinctively going to his weapons. After the briefest of glances, however, he realized they were speaking to the young woman from earlier. Strax relaxed, though he was a little puzzled why such a stern tone had been used on a member of the staff. He was even more confused when she responded as if she had done something wrong. Was it normal for them to shout at their workers in this manner? Perhaps she was incompetent and needed a sterner hand? Before he could solve this little riddle, a voice rang out from the stairs, announcing the arrival of the princess. She was a beautiful creature. Thin, but beautiful. The duke fell to one knee, placing his right fist over his heart and bowing his head. He was here to impress, true, but he understood the chain of command well, and she outranked him. It wasn't until she spoke to him directly that he rose to his feet, standing straighter than he had before. "I thank you, Princess Tavia, for your most gracious welcome. I am Duke Strax von Catterwall, and it is my great honor to meet you." He took no offense to annoyance on her face. She was, after all, the princess. "And I thank you for your concern, princess. My journey was indeed secure, if uneventful. I am quite eager to face the challenges you have prepared for me, your highness."</s> <\|message\|>Princess Tavia Rose Haven Tavia watched the man as he dropped to one knee and bowed to her as she approached him. "Good, he knows his place, for now. She thought to herself as he then rose, her eyes glancing back over at Anna wondering why she looked like she did and the guards around her seeming a bit more stern looking then usual. Priority first, she had a guest that needed tending to first. Her eyes looking back to him and traveled up and down him before meeting his own as he answered her quesetions. "I am glad to hear your travels were safe and secure. There is still time before the events will start, I can see that you are eager, you are the first to arrive. I am pleased that you are here, none the less. " Her tone still strong and stern, her soft side pushed and tucked away, lost deep within her. Looking to the guards now, her eyes tone sounding a bit harsher then whens he had spoke to the Duke. "You. " She turned away from the Duke and walked towards the guard "Will treat the staff with more respect then that. They are the ones that keep this place running. You can show his guards where they will be staying, the guest wing, he gets first pick of whichever room he wants in the wing. " She told him with a hint of annoyance and anger in her voice. Sometimes even the guards needed to be reminded just who ran the castle. Giving a soft sigh as she turned to Anna, her tone completely shifting to a much softer one though it was still strong and authoritive. "Anna, is everything okay here?" Her eyes watching the servant to make sure she didnt try and cover anything up. It annoyed the Princess for guards to talk to the servant as if they were beneath them and trash. True they were not as high up or ranked as a guard, but Tavia knew all to well that her servants kept the place going. She had always demanded they be treated with respect unless they had done something to warrant other wise. Hoping the Duke didnt mind as she had to get things under control, not at all how she wanted to greet the first arrival for the tournament, but there was notihng she could do about it now. After dealing with guards and Anna, she turned back to the Duke and gave a warmer smile to then before. "If you feel up to it, I can personally give you a walk around the castle." Her voice back to the authoritive and stern she had before but holding a bit more of softness then before as well.</s> <\|message\|>Anna White Lovecraft@StitchedOwl Anna paused. She watched as the guards all stiffened. The one guard who had yelled at her to halt, and had given her that order, was especially still. They all gulped. She heard them do so. -'y....yes milady." --"O...of course milady." All the guards said one or the other. They scrambled to go do as they were told. That left Anna behind with just the duke, the first suitor to arrive, and the princess herself. Anna gulped. She took a step back. She blinked and looked at the princess when she was addressed. She bowed her head and tried not to make eye contact. She assumed it was disrespectful to even look them in the eye without permission, the princess and her father, the king, that is. "I...I am fine. I...am quite used to it, your' majesty." She attempted to be modest. She did not wish to place any sort of burden or worry on the princess. She was used to being on her own to deal with the guards and such. She hid how nervous and such she was from the princess, or tried to anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Olivia 'Liv' Quentin "Let's see...kitchens, larder, servant's quarters, storage, guard barracks..." Liv listed as she looked into rooms as she passed by, trying her best to make it look like she was just a lost visitor as she wandered. "Now where would I keep the key to a massive cache of riches if I were royalty?" she thought to herself. When she saw guards patrolling some of the halls she would stick to an obscured corner and pass at the first opportunity, when she found herself near a room where she heard polite...if strained conversations. "Shit, gotta hide." she said to herself, scrambling as she darted into a nearby broom closet, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could in her alarmed state. She took afew moments to correct herself before holding the door knob to keep the door from opening. In her other hand she took out that small silver triangle and winced as it unfolded into a fractal pattern wrapped around her fist, coating her entire right hand in the metal. It wouldn't kill anyone, hell it didn't even enhance any physical attributes, it was just programmable matter that she stole and turned into a multitool of sorts, but it would still hurt...alot.</s>
<\|description\|>Roger D'Monty Gender: Cis Male Sexuality: Asexual Age: 19 Species: Capybara Diet: Herbivore ~~ Height: 5'2'' Weight: 118 lbs Physique: Portly Appearance: Roger is a Capybara, the largest rodent in the world. He towers over other rodents at 5'2'', and weighing 118 lbs, which gives him a full round body like most Capybaras. Roger's body is covered in reddish-brown fur, with webbed fingers, and dark brown eyes hidden under a pair of glasses. Roger wears many different colours of clothing, but most of them feature movie posters or stars. ~~ Personality: Roger is a little bit awkward, but still a fun guy. He loves to talk, and go on and on topics that he finds interesting, sometimes to the point that it is a little much. Roger is a fierce friend, always trying to stand up for those he cares about. While he doesn't usually show it, Roger is very worried about how good he is at things and how others feel about him. But he masks this anxiety with a jolly affect. ~~ History: Roger was born to a large family of Capybaras from the New Birdsey Shore. Roger was the seventh of thirteen kids, always feeling like he was forgotten in the massive size of his family. It didn't help that Roger was a lot different in personality and interests than his family. One such way he was different was that Roger hated the water, something unheard of in a Capybara. While his siblings would go to the beach to surf, Roger would remain home and watch movies. It was in these moments of solitude that Roger found his true interest in life, film. For many years Roger would invest all of his allowance into collecting movies. His family eventually became of his passion for film, so for one special Christmas they gave Roger a video camera so that he could make his own movies. This is still Roger's favourite gift of all time. Roger would spend a lot of his teenage years making home movies. But he quickly realized he was terrible at making films. It was around that time that Roger tried posting movie review videos online. After receiving a good response Roger decided that what he wanted to do with his life was talk about film. To that end he applied for the Cinema Studies program at Eukary University. When the letter of acceptance came in Roger's family was overjoyed but also a little sad since Roger would be leaving the state. As the school year was about to begin, Roger's parents drove him up to the campus and helped set him up in a dorm room. After having a tearful goodbye Roger turned toward the University, ready to begin the next stage of his life. ~~ Class: Middle Class Occupation: Student, Freshman in College (Cinema Studies Major) Relationships: Terrence D'Monty (Father, Policeman) Gwen D'Monty (Mother, Real Estate Broker) Victor D'Monty (Brother, Construction Worker) Julian D'Monty (Brother, Student) Helen D'Monty-Prince (Sister, Bar Owner) Nicholas D'Monty (Brother, Uber Driver) Tina Barrett (Sister, Stay at home mother) Alex D'Monty (Sister, Local Athlete) Derek D'Monty (Brother, Fast Food Employee) Lily D'Monty (Sister, Student) Thomas D'Monty (Brother, Student) Fred D'Monty (Brother, Drop Out) Maria D'Monty (Sister, Student) Martha D'Monty (Sister, Infant)</s> <\|message\|>Gender: :ò Animalia :ò DISCORD New York Times Headlines HUMAN VIRUS RESPONSIBLE FOR GENETIC CONTAMINATION EUKARY UNIVERSITY HOSTING ANNUAL WINTER CARNIVAL! Nothing yet!</s> <\|message\|>Gender: In the Big City... --- --- It's been a few months since I started studying at Eukary University... and I still just can't get over how beautiful and exciting the city is... a young skunk girl thought dreamily as she rested her head against the cold windowpane of the subway train. She was watching soft snow slowly blanket the city go by as the train went by. Her breath fogged up the glass and she sat up to wipe it with one pink-padded paw, before settling back against the window. She sat alone and the other passengers kept their distance, but the girl did not seem to mind-- her head was in the clouds. No incidents yet... but do I dare show my face at Winter Carnival? Ohh... I don't know! There was a dull thud as the small skunk girl hit her head against the windowpane in frustration. Nearby passengers stepped back and looked toward her like she was crazy or diseased...snd maybe she was. Brakes screeched and the subway train came to a halt. There was a ding and a green light flashed above the opening doors, signaling that it was safe to exit. The young skunk girl picked up her backpack and walked down the train stairs, tripping a bit on the last step. "Ah! she called out, as she fell fast toward the ground. She raised her furry arms up instinctively, bracing for the hit-- But instead of hitting the ground, she found herself in strong, fuzzy arms. She slowly opened her eyes to see slitted feline eyes staring back at her. "Hi, are you okay?" he asked, smiling with big, sparkling, sharp teeth. "Ah! Let go of me!" the skunk girl recoiled, pushing out of his arms, stumbling as she went. The guy who helped her--a lion, it appeared--had sadness in his eyes and slowly drew his arms back. She could feel her tail raising, twitching. "I'm fine... sorry!" she apologized quickly, closing her eyes in embarrassment before she ran away. "Wait! You dropped--" he started, but the girl disappeared into the crowd. The lion frowned and crouched down to pick up something that fell out of her bag. A sketchbook? He got back up and brushed a few grains of dirt off the cover to take a better look.</s> <\|message\|>Gender: Melanie Rose Pourri A Sunday in Winter Eukary University Female Dorms, 2nd Floor, w/ Kayla Samson --- --- It was about 6 o'clock pm by the time Melanie the skunk got back from her usual weekend trip to Central Park. The park was beautiful this time of year, and a little beauty and relaxation were definitely what she needed during the holiday season. The hustle and bustle always seemed to make her so nervous, and being nervous meant the potential for accidents. With a deep breath, she took prepared herself for what was next to come. "Melly, Melly, Melly! Welcome back Melly!" a brown blur yapped as soon as she swiped her key card and entered the room. An English Springer Spaniel girl asked as was jumping up and down with excitement. Her metal chain and tag jewelry jingled as she went. "Yes, yes! It's me. You can calm down now, Kayla," Melanie Rose chuckled, patting her twitching tail down before walking inside. "Want to see what I drew for my drawing class assignment today?" the skunk girl asked. The Spaniel nodded and eagerly followed Mel over to her bed, where she plopped her backpack on the bed. "It's open?" Melanie noticed, a feeling of dread weighing down on her chest. She reached in and felt around, finding broken pencils, erasers, some balls of paper, and some odd dirt and lint. Her heart sunk, her eyes closed, and she shook her head. Kayla whimpered and started to reach for Mel comfortingly with one paw, but then held her own paws instead. "It'll turn up, Melly. And if not, you can whip something up in no time!" Kayla offered, trying to cheer her up. Melanie Rose shook her head and her tail drooped. "Well, how about we go get dinner at the cafeteria? Food always cheers you up." Mel rolled her eyes a bit at that, but couldn't help smiling. "Okay, fine, let's go." --- Later that night, Eukary University Cafeteria w/ Kayla Samson "Time for din-din! Let's dig in!" Kayla yipped enthusiastically. She took a spoonful of dry Kibble cereal and munched contently. Mel smiled, watching her for a moment. "Hundreds of different things are served each night, and yet you get the same thing every time. It baffles me," the skunk girl remarked before taking a bite of a veggie-burger. Kayla took a gulp of water from her cup and licked her lips. "But it's so good! Want some?" Melanie shook her head. "Maybe I'll have some tomorrow for breakfast." Kayla continued eating her cereal while Melanie gazed around the room, eating cricket-chips absentmindedly. The cafeteria had been decorated with holiday decorations and was buzzing with excitement. People were gossiping about who was going with who to the Winter Carnival, and who was going to be the Winter King and Queen. There was talk of a white wolf, a perfect nominee for Queen. Big predators always seemed to win beauty and popularity contests. A stinky little skunk like Mel had no chance in a popularity contest. "Do you have a date for the Winter Carnival?" Kayla asked, before taking another bite. Mel looked back to her friend and shook her head. "No, I don't...but..." she trailed off sadly, slumping in her seat as she remembered Prom. A very bad and embarrassing occasion indeed. "How about we go together!" Kayla suggested, her ears perking up. "Two single ladies stealing some sleds, climbing the ice sculptures, crashing the party and eating all the food... It'll be a great time!" Melanie forced a smile to her lips but it didn't reach her eyes. Not having a date wasn't the problem. The real problem was that she was afraid of having another anxiety attack. She would be surrounded by predator species, cute boys, and mean girls... just thinking about her made her tail twitch. "I'll think about it, Kay. I have to redo my art project if I don't find it soon," Mel answered. She felt a little bad for lying to her friend, but it was a convenient excuse.</s> <\|message\|>Lobelia Evans Lobelia Slipping into her room after class letting out a heavy sigh since they were suppose to have been done an hour ago but the Professor insisted they all stay and watching a documentary and then have an open discussion over it. Which led to a big debate with her classmates that led into a fight between two of the elk males in her class. Yawning she slips out of the clothes she wore for the day and into some black yoga shorts and a bright green tank top, sitting down on the floor she pulls on her sneakers tightening the shoelaces before jumping up to grab her headphones and phone as she walks out the door. She doesn't lock up her room since she on the fifth floor of the dorm and all the way at the end of the hall towards the left, there only about ten other people on the floor with her and they are on the right side, which means no one has any reason to come to her room. If any of her friends need her they just send a text or call her demanding that she come outside because they don't want to climb the stairs, heading for the stairs she takes her time stretching out her arms getting her muscles warmed up for her run. The basketball team has a game this weekend and they are up against Raira University which they have lost to every game and the whole team is refusing to lose this time, everyone has been putting in extra practice time. Stepping outside she looks around as she stretches out her legs and smiles breathing in the cool night air before jogging lightly in place as she picks a good song to start off with, she enjoys all type of music though rock is her choice of music for runs. Waving to some others as they greet her on their way into the building she turns up her music and takes off across the quad cutting towards the tree line that's just behind the Science lab building and hits the small trail that is really only gets used by any of the students on the sports team. A few members of the cross country track team run past her and they all just wave in greeting not bothering to stop and exchange pointless words that would mess up their breathing patterns. As she hits the second mile marker her breathing picks up a little as she falls into a easy rhythm needed to ensure she finishes the five mile run.</s>	<\|message\|>Roger D'Monty The young capybara yawned as he exited the dark classroom, his eyes having a little trouble adjusting to the light in the hallway. For the past two hours Roger had been sitting in the dark, with only a video projector illuminating the room. Normally Roger didn't mind such a setting as it meant he was watching a movie, however the current film being shown had failed to keep his interest. This was not the first time Roger had seen Citizen Canine, considered one of the greatest films of all time, but it was the first time in several years. While his film professor had hyped up the film for the past few days, Roger still had the same reaction as when he first watched it, apathy. He didn't get why it was so beloved. Roger was still considering the merits of the film as he made his way down the hallway. He was eventually snapped out of his considerations by the rumbling of his stomach. Roger realized that he had failed to eat today and was now paying the price. As his stomach growled at him, Roger began to crave Beetle Burger. While he himself did not eat insects, they did have good herbivore options such a bark fries. But Roger then remembered that Beetle Burger locations in New York didn't serve bark fries. Roger suspected that it was a cultural thing as there was less capybaras in New York then New Birdsey. With his favourite food unavailable, Roger decided to settle for the school cafeteria. As Roger made his way to the cafeteria, he saw several posters advertising the school's Winter Carnival. While some of the events mentioned sounded fun, Roger felt a slight pang of self pity when he read about the Winter King and Queen. Roger felt that he was the farthest from being King, being a portly rodent and all, but then again he liked to believe he would be too indifferent to try even if he had a more ideal body. That and it was said that the King and Queen often get together, and Roger wasn't interested in finding a Queen. But he pushed that thought aside as he entered the cafeteria.</s>
<\|description\|>Tova Age: 22 Species: Faun --- Appearance: Standing around 5.1ft, Tova is everything one could expect from a faun. A goat's legs, hoofs and tail, goat ears, horns, a flat nose, oval pupils; the whole package. Her fur is a light beige that turns brown towards her hoofs, which corresponds with a matching beige/brown ombre colour in her hair. Her hair is short and curly. She also has fur along her spine and along her underarms and elbows. She had several piercings in each ear. Abilities: Like most fauns, she had a knack for music and her instrument of choice is a wooden transverse flute. The humans say a faun's music can ensnare the mind and make one into a thrall. If there's a faun who can actually do that, Tova had never heard of them. What fauns can do, however, is slightly influence the mood of those around them with their music - though the recipients have to be consenting for it to not be easily ignored. She can't make anyone feel or do anything against their will. She can cause pain if she has to defend herself by playing a high-pitched tune infused with magic to cause headaches of varying degrees. She also has very good balance and agility. Personality/Info: Tova is a tough soul put in an easily frightened body. She is always fighting her prey instincts, which tell her to run and hide at the slightest threat, while her actual self is loud, outgoing, and confident. This conflict of mind and body has more than once led to her cussing someone out for frightening her, while still hiding behind a tree. Items: A light tunic for warmer weather, and a coat and scarf if it gets colder. A backpack to keep said clothes and travel rations and equipment. Her flute hangs from a cord around her neck Backstory: Tova was born in a small faun village in a hidden valley, where she lived the first 20 years of her life in relative peace and happiness. The village kept itself separated from the rest of the world, content to mind its own business away from all the dangers that lurked outside the valley. Tova was told all about them from an early age, and among the worst of them were the monstrous humans. Tova was scared when she was young, but as she grew older she assumed the evil deeds of humans were just something parents told their children to keep them in line. How bad could humans actually be? Bad, it turned out. Very bad. Giving in to her curiosity, Tova had decided to investigate a nearby human village to see the monsters for herself. On her way there, she met a human around her own age, who had been surprisingly friendly. They'd talked for a while, and then parted ways. Relieved and feeling a bit vindicated that the humans weren't such monsters after all, Tova returned to her village to tell of her discovery. Maybe now they would realize they didn't need to live hidden away, and Tova would get more freedom to explore the world. That night, the humans attacked her village. They had followed her, and she had led them straight to her family. The village was burned to the ground and the few surviving fauns scattered, Tova among them. Since then, Tova has lived alone in the woods, too ashamed to search for fellow survivors or other faun villages. She hopes that the Manor could be an escape from her guilt and loneliness.</s> <\|message\|>Gino The restless bones of a fallen soldier pushed past the dense flora of the nearby woods, his lightly-armored frame carelessly bending against branches and brushing against trees as though he were an autonomous machine created solely to move forward. Bits of twigs and foliage clung to the skeleton's armor, and his boots bore a brown coat of earth that had dried and slowly flaked off as he trudged. Consciousness seemed to snap into the undead warrior's mind; he felt small popping and snapping as he began to perceive his surroundings. He was in a forest, which contradicted the last thing he could recall. Gino puzzled how he could have ended up so far away without even noticing and scratched his head with a few spare fingers; that's when he noticed that his blade was drawn. His empty sockets seemed to fixate on his dagger for a moment. There was no fresh blood, which granted Gino a faint wave of relief. Still, he didn't remember drawing it in the first place and that distressed him. Gino went to sheathe his blade but found its home at his waist occupied. His expressionless head tilted a little as he replaced a small, rolled up note with his dagger. The obvious course of action was to read it, and his boney fingers awkwardly unrolled the letter. Gino might have panicked, were he not emotionally drained from his current state of existence. He calmed down as phantom eyes scanned the message once and then twice more. Many of us? Protect ourselves from humans? Gino was a human... Gino was a human. He took in the sight of his exposed bones, and a faint sense of sorrow briefly washed over him. Even though, in his mind, he still believed himself to be human, nobody else would possibly see him that way. Perhaps such a place suited masterless bones like himself. A thought then seated itself in Gino's hollow skull. A mage! A magic user might have the means to restore Gino's life, or perhaps grant him a peaceful death. Maybe, at least, magic could end the skeleton's unconscious wandering... Resolved, Gino clutched the letter and pushed forward. He had no idea where he currently was, but his gut told him that he may have already been headed in the right direction before. Gino moved through the woods, now consciously avoiding obstacles in his surroundings, as a new energy showed in his movements. ---------------- Sometime later, boney fingers wrapped around the bark of a tree, as Gino's skull peeked past it's trunk and his empty eye sockets took in the scene. The building itself looked old, likely erected after his death, but still aged. There were too many birds, but, Gino admitted to himself, they weren't human, and were probably also welcome here. His eyes surveilled down the building's walls until he barely noticed a few people entering the front door. He didn't get a good look, but his old scout's eyes noticed what seemed to be an adult and two children. The three looked human enough, but their features weren't clear from that distance. Still, Gino's shoulders relaxed. Children was a good sign that this place was peaceful. Gino hesitated for a moment longer, fearing his appearance might frighten children, but ultimately acknowledged the inevitable and marched towards the door with determination.</s> <\|message\|>Ophion Ophion had been traveling for some time now. His life as an adventurer had proceeded well enough, but things had been going slowly lately. It had been almost five years since he had seen his homeland, and he expected that it would be at least another five more before he had the wherewithal to return home and use whatever assets he had acquired on his adventures to start an estate of his own. Not for the first time, he silently cursed his hatching order, that he should be denied the life his older brothers enjoyed simply because they happened to be born a few years before he was. But regrets were pointless. The Dracon warmage had heard of a manor he could stay at for a while, or at least he had received instructions from a mysterious letter. Before his mage training, he would have regarded such a missive with suspicion or even fear, but he was no stranger to such magical oddities by now. Not sure if it was a trap or an opportunity, he decided to give the directions a shot. If it was a trap, it would at least give him someone to oppose and acquire treasures from, should he survive the trap. If it was an opportunity to find shelter and the aid of more adventurers, so much the better. If it was a bit of both, he'd deal with each situation as it arose. Supposedly, all would be provided for, including food and shelter. If nothing else, the savings on those things alone could cut down the time it would take for him to earn the money he'd require for his plans back home. Of course, even if his patron was completely honest about providing him with room and board, there would probably be a service expected from him in return. Upon reaching the manor, Ophion saw a few people outside of it. He couldn't quite tell what race they were all supposed to be, but he got the impression that they weren't necessarily native to this land anymore than he was. "Excuse me, but did you all receive the same letter that I did?" Ophion held out the mysterious note for emphasis. For a moment, he wondered if any of them even spoke his language. The dracon was fluent in his native draconic, common, and knew some words of elven. He spoke in common most days since leaving his homeland, but he had a draconic accent, making his speech seem "growly" when pronouncing R and S sounds.</s> <\|message\|>Tova Location: Poorly hidden on the outer side of the cobblestone wall, by the entrance, and easily spotted if someone were to look Tova clutched the mysterious letter to her chest, the paper scrunched from the force of her grip. What the…!? What!? She sat with her back against the low cobblestone wall, just barely hidden by some bushes and curled into a tight ball, staring ahead with wide eyes from what she'd just seen. What the actual ever living fuck!? Gathered in front of the manor - the promised safe manor! - was not only a few human-looking people, but an actual skeleton followed by a giant freaking lizard had just walked right past her hiding place. She could hear her own heart beating rapidly in her chest, and she still had her hand covering her mouth from when she'd had to stop herself from screaming at the sight of the giant lizard. Oh, and had she mentioned the living skeleton!? What in the ever green meadows was this place? The letter had promised a sanctuary, not a house filled with predators! Or well, what she assumed to be predators. For all she knew this was all normal and the world was filled with such creatures, and she just didn't know because of her sheltered upbringing. Gathering her courage, she turned and peeked over the wall. She would wait and see what happened, but if anything seemed even the slightest bit fishy she would be out of there as fast as her hooves could carry her. No sanctuary was worth becoming lizard dinner, thank you very much.</s> <\|message\|>Goroth Goroth had various doubts as he approached this mysterious manor he was supposedly invited to. Like the fact that the letter just mysteriously appeared by him one morning, even though he should be in the middle of nowhere at the time, away from any inhabitants. And the fact that it promised pretty much everything that he himself had to work tirelessly for in the last 2 decades. For free as well apparently. It sounded too good to be true. But he also had to count the fact that it might not be those humans who delivered the letter to him, given he wasn't where they were supposed to be. It had already been over 10 years since he escaped that wretched place. Surely they wouldn't exert that much effort just to find a single orc. Regardless, he was curious enough to go there. If it actually was a trap, then so be it. He's not afraid of a fight. Or death. Travels didn't take that long, as the orc was not afraid of any confrontation with any opposition, human or not, though he wasn't so arrogant to travel the main road in broad daylight. The greatsword hung on his waist while the guandao and the bag of tools and possessions firmly on his back as he gradually approached the manor. The sounds of chirping birds made it a lot less unsettling, but seeing that...whatever is curling up behind the cobblestone wall did. There were also various other creatures outside the manor as well, some of them human-like, but he knew some species just look like that. How envious he was of them, but that's just a fact of life. Regardless, it still wasn't enough to trust this place just yet. Goroth decided not to approach the manor until he knew what is going on. He instead turned straight for the creature hiding behind that cobblestone wall, if he could call it that. "You." The orc, towering over the small faun, in his ironclad armor and weapons right in his hand's reach, pointed at her as he neared. "The hell you up to? You part of this?" His voice was growly and mildly threatening, yet if the faun paid attention, she would notice the same letter she had crumbled in his other hand.</s>	<\|message\|>Tova Tova had been so focused on the scene by the manor that she'd somehow missed the sound of approaching footsteps. So when there was a sudden gravely voice behind her, she was taken by surprise. She whirled around, ungracefully landing on her butt in the dirt, and looked up. And up. And up. Sitting as she was, she barely reached the orcs' kneecaps, and had to tilt her head until her horns hit the wall behind her to see his face. His frowning, tusk clad, red eyed face. Oh gods above, she was going to die. Because she might not know much about whatever beings were gathered in front of the building, but she did know about orcs. Not personally, but there'd been stories aplenty. How they hunted fauns for sport and made their hooves and horns into necklaces, or skewered babies on sticks with cheese for appetizers, or flayed faun hides and made them into hats. Next to humans, there was nothing more dangerous than an orc, and seeing one now for herself she could easily believe it. Should she run? Play dead? Beg for mercy? Oh gods, she was so dead, she was going to be killed she- Okay, okay, hold up. Don't panic. Think, not just feel. Tova managed one full, deep breath instead of hyperventilating. Focus. Maybe...Maybe the orc was here for the same reason she was. The letter had said 'ones humans deemed a threat.' Well, they'd be stupid not to consider the orc a threat. But what if she'd been invited as an orc snack?- No. Bad thoughts. Tova forced herself to tear her eyes away from the orc's face, giving the rest of him a quick once-over and spotted the letter in his hand. The paper was an exact match to her own. Slowly, Tova got to her feet, having to use the wall as support because her knees were shaking like leaves. She no longer cared about staying hidden, because either the orc made her into minced meat on the spot, or he was on her side and could defend her against the others. "I'm - I'm surveying. S-see, we have the - the same letter." She held out her letter, movements stiff and jerky, "So we're both part of this. So - so don't eat me, y-yeah? We can form a truce - an alliance." This was such a bad idea, "Against those others. You'd be the brawn, a-and I'd be the bra-...uh, artistic director. Sounds good?"</s>
<\|description\|>Tova Age: 22 Species: Faun --- Appearance: Standing around 5.1ft, Tova is everything one could expect from a faun. A goat's legs, hoofs and tail, goat ears, horns, a flat nose, oval pupils; the whole package. Her fur is a light beige that turns brown towards her hoofs, which corresponds with a matching beige/brown ombre colour in her hair. Her hair is short and curly. She also has fur along her spine and along her underarms and elbows. She had several piercings in each ear. Abilities: Like most fauns, she had a knack for music and her instrument of choice is a wooden transverse flute. The humans say a faun's music can ensnare the mind and make one into a thrall. If there's a faun who can actually do that, Tova had never heard of them. What fauns can do, however, is slightly influence the mood of those around them with their music - though the recipients have to be consenting for it to not be easily ignored. She can't make anyone feel or do anything against their will. She can cause pain if she has to defend herself by playing a high-pitched tune infused with magic to cause headaches of varying degrees. She also has very good balance and agility. Personality/Info: Tova is a tough soul put in an easily frightened body. She is always fighting her prey instincts, which tell her to run and hide at the slightest threat, while her actual self is loud, outgoing, and confident. This conflict of mind and body has more than once led to her cussing someone out for frightening her, while still hiding behind a tree. Items: A light tunic for warmer weather, and a coat and scarf if it gets colder. A backpack to keep said clothes and travel rations and equipment. Her flute hangs from a cord around her neck Backstory: Tova was born in a small faun village in a hidden valley, where she lived the first 20 years of her life in relative peace and happiness. The village kept itself separated from the rest of the world, content to mind its own business away from all the dangers that lurked outside the valley. Tova was told all about them from an early age, and among the worst of them were the monstrous humans. Tova was scared when she was young, but as she grew older she assumed the evil deeds of humans were just something parents told their children to keep them in line. How bad could humans actually be? Bad, it turned out. Very bad. Giving in to her curiosity, Tova had decided to investigate a nearby human village to see the monsters for herself. On her way there, she met a human around her own age, who had been surprisingly friendly. They'd talked for a while, and then parted ways. Relieved and feeling a bit vindicated that the humans weren't such monsters after all, Tova returned to her village to tell of her discovery. Maybe now they would realize they didn't need to live hidden away, and Tova would get more freedom to explore the world. That night, the humans attacked her village. They had followed her, and she had led them straight to her family. The village was burned to the ground and the few surviving fauns scattered, Tova among them. Since then, Tova has lived alone in the woods, too ashamed to search for fellow survivors or other faun villages. She hopes that the Manor could be an escape from her guilt and loneliness.</s> <\|message\|>Gino Gino's advance slowed to a halt as more people gathered before the manor's front doors. A few had slipped in, but it seemed that more had began to accumulate outside. The skeleton took in the sight around him for a moment, surprised and a little uneasy. Plenty of the figures gathering here could reasonably pass for human, at least at first glance, but the red-scaled Dracon certainly stood out as he held up a letter, likely identical to the one Gino possessed. The skeleton was still in silent awe, but managed to respond to the dragon-kin by silently plucking his own invitation from its resting place at his side and holding it up for the Dracon to see. Gino's head turned as he continued to scout out the other newcomers. A young, human-looking male seemed to acknowledge Gino as he slipped inside the curious manor, an event that granted Gino some mild relief. Nobody was running or screaming or brandishing weapons. A variety of different kinds of people assembled here, presumably all seeking refuge and acceptance like he had. It was kind of heartwarming but bittersweet to Gino, knowing that when he was alive, he would have been the very thing these people fled from. Memories of ancient war crimes caused his empty-socketted gaze to fix itself upon a towering, armor-clad orc. Beyond him, much lower to the ground, was a shaking, almost cowering woman who was, at least partially, covered in fur. With everything going on, Gino couldn't hear them speak to understand the situation, and chose to silently watch the encounter play out. Even if the massive orc intended to hurt her, would he dare do so here? How would the others react? What about the mage that supposedly summoned them all here? Moreover, what did he plan to do if things did get violent? In life, he wouldn't stand a chance against this behomoth humanoid alone. Now, with battered and misplaced gear, he certainly couldn't interfere in any significant capacity. Despite everything, Gino noticed a tension in his stance. His blade hand was still holding up the invitation, but he noticed his grip on his shield had tightened in suspense...</s> <\|message\|>Goroth The sight of a shaking and bumbling faun would be a little funny if she hadn't been a faun. One of those creatures he viewed good when dead, since their meat was admittedly delicious, their furs made great coats and blanket, but after his departure from human settlement and became a wanderer, he gradually find less pleasure in the slaughter of these naturally cowardly creatures. Not even as warriors to warriors. So lucky for her, he had no intention of making her his snack. Given the letter she also showed him, this probably meant both of them were in on this offer, that they would live together in this manor, in peace, fending off humans if they show up. The orc too signed up for this deal, though more out of curiosity than anything, but that still meant he was bound to honor his end. What the actual purpose of this letter was also a matter of concern, though if he thought clearly about it, she probably is too much of a daisy to actually plan harm. "Hmph. Artistic director." Goroth scoffed at the euphemism. If she meant being the boss that told him what to do, she'd be better off outright saying so. He had been a slave for almost a decade, then a mercenary to be bossed around for over one. He knew the hierarchy. "If that's all you're good for, then so be it." Though he didn't have much intention on actually following her advice if she said anything. He wasn't going to snoop around looking dumb. He'd approach the manor directly. If these people had no intention of upholding their end of the deal, then he'd have the honor of having their head. And oh boy, someone was already down for the test. This skeleton, having clearly been under the earth for too long, with his rusted armor and battered targe, was observing Goroth from afar. The orc didn't need to look him in the eye to know he was tensed up. Every minor detail in his body screamed that. In turn, as the orc neared the skeleton and the group of creatures gathering outside the manor, his walking stance shifted from normal walk to a slow forward leg shuffling along the ground. His red eyes stared locked at where the skeleton's eyes would have been, while the letter was held out for everybody close by. "Who's the mage who sent this?" He curtly asked, assuming they knew the details. @Roundabout</s>	<\|message\|>Tova Tova's chin dropped when the orc said he agreed to her deal, fear momentarily forgotten, "What, really? I mean, good, good. Then - hey, 'all I'm good for'? Now let me tell you something, you big - Wait!" The orc ignored her - or didn't hear her - and had started walking towards the manor, "Hey, wait for me!" As he took one step to her four, she had to trot to keep up with him. The manor towered before them. She'd never been near a structure like it. Her village had consisted of mostly huts and tents, and even if she knew other races - humans in particular - liked to build big, sturdy stone houses, she'd only ever seen human settlements from afar. Looking at it almost made her feel the opposite of claustrophobia, but at the same time also made her wonder with some anticipation if she'd be able to scale the exterior all the way to the roof. The view from up there had to be amazing. Once the orc came to a stop, she made sure to stay mostly hidden behind him, peeking out around his massive frame. She eyed the others suspiciously, waiting to see how they'd react to the orc's question.</s>
<\|description\|>Goroth Age: 32 Species: Mountain Orc Abilities: Physically speaking, Goroth possesses super strength that exceed most humanoid creatures. While his skins are not resistant to sharp weapons, he can take on blunt attacks head on. He is also resistant to cold weather. Skill-wise, Goroth is a dangerous melee fighter, skilled in both unarmed combat and many conventional melee weapon. However the greatsword and the guandao are two of his favorite weapons and that he has mastered the art of wielding such weapon. He is, however, incapable of performing magic nor is resistant to magic attacks. Appearance: Typical of mountain orcs, Goroth is 9'1 (2.76 meters tall) and weighed 359 lbs (162kg). He has green skins and bloodshot red eyes and black tattoo across his left eye given to him by his tribes in his younger days. Personality/Info: Goroth is aggressive, bombastic and rude most often. The default expression you'll likely see on his face is of mild annoyance, any time anything or anyone dares to bother him or does not go his way. He gets angry quite easily, as typical of the orcs, and is keen to outburst when things come his way. But having learnt a great degree of self-control, he rarely actually react violently. The outburst are more for venting easily pent-up anger. Unlike his old tribes, Goroth is a very principled individual. Having been separated with his tribe and forced to be slaves among humans for a while, Goroth soon found himself more familiar with some human philosophies and lifestyle. He hates humans, but gained a rare but profound respect of their culture, in particular their self-discipline (at least in principles). After escaping human captivity, Goroth continued his days devoting himself to the perfection of his craft. Items: Goroth wears a set of plate mail armor covering all but his head. He also carries around a set of weapon and tools, most notably his single-edged greatsword and the guandao, in which he is willing to use against any hostile foe. Backstory: Goroth is quite possibly the last person alive of his tribe... When Goroth was merely 10 years old, human settlers discovered the location of his tribe's settlement. Feeling threatened by the orc's presence, the groups of humans made demands for the tribe to relocate, in which given the aggressive and uncompromising culture of his people, they refused. Soon, the humans proceeded to raid the place time and time again. The first few attempts were thwarted, but as time went by, the human group began to mass more warriors to chase out the barbaric tribe as they call them. Eventually, the defense could not hold, and the inhabitants were either put to the sword or sent into slavery for the humans. Goroth luckily due to his young age, was among the latter group. He was put in chains and marched to human settlements to be sold off. Eventually he was given to the possession of a rather minor lord in the region who demanded slaves of great physical ability to help out with the construction of his village. Life was brutal and hellish being slaves, but he did get to witness (although from afar) human lifestyle. Ironically, despite loathing his human overlord to the depths of hell, Goroth actually admired some of their lifestyle. The discipline, courage and self-respect displayed by some of the humans intrigued him. He also found curiosity in their weapon choices, in particular the sword and spear. And so, every day, for 8 years, Goroth observed the humans, not just for the curiosity of their culture, but also for a way out. One day, a birth celebration of an important family member was held, and guards were sparse where he was held captive. He had his chance, and he took it. Goroth broke the chains keeping him captive for years, killed/knocked out the guards, stole some of the human weapons and equipment before fleeing into the night before the humans could recapture him. Goroth managed to escape the clutch of humanity, but he had learnt a bunch from them. From then on, he lived life like a ronin, wandering around in the wilderness, sometimes appearing to do various odd jobs, attaining money and other equipment like his armor from there. But every single day without fail, he would practice with the weapons that he stole from the humans on that day, using the knowledge that he observed for 8 years long.</s> <\|message\|>Gino The restless bones of a fallen soldier pushed past the dense flora of the nearby woods, his lightly-armored frame carelessly bending against branches and brushing against trees as though he were an autonomous machine created solely to move forward. Bits of twigs and foliage clung to the skeleton's armor, and his boots bore a brown coat of earth that had dried and slowly flaked off as he trudged. Consciousness seemed to snap into the undead warrior's mind; he felt small popping and snapping as he began to perceive his surroundings. He was in a forest, which contradicted the last thing he could recall. Gino puzzled how he could have ended up so far away without even noticing and scratched his head with a few spare fingers; that's when he noticed that his blade was drawn. His empty sockets seemed to fixate on his dagger for a moment. There was no fresh blood, which granted Gino a faint wave of relief. Still, he didn't remember drawing it in the first place and that distressed him. Gino went to sheathe his blade but found its home at his waist occupied. His expressionless head tilted a little as he replaced a small, rolled up note with his dagger. The obvious course of action was to read it, and his boney fingers awkwardly unrolled the letter. Gino might have panicked, were he not emotionally drained from his current state of existence. He calmed down as phantom eyes scanned the message once and then twice more. Many of us? Protect ourselves from humans? Gino was a human... Gino was a human. He took in the sight of his exposed bones, and a faint sense of sorrow briefly washed over him. Even though, in his mind, he still believed himself to be human, nobody else would possibly see him that way. Perhaps such a place suited masterless bones like himself. A thought then seated itself in Gino's hollow skull. A mage! A magic user might have the means to restore Gino's life, or perhaps grant him a peaceful death. Maybe, at least, magic could end the skeleton's unconscious wandering... Resolved, Gino clutched the letter and pushed forward. He had no idea where he currently was, but his gut told him that he may have already been headed in the right direction before. Gino moved through the woods, now consciously avoiding obstacles in his surroundings, as a new energy showed in his movements. ---------------- Sometime later, boney fingers wrapped around the bark of a tree, as Gino's skull peeked past it's trunk and his empty eye sockets took in the scene. The building itself looked old, likely erected after his death, but still aged. There were too many birds, but, Gino admitted to himself, they weren't human, and were probably also welcome here. His eyes surveilled down the building's walls until he barely noticed a few people entering the front door. He didn't get a good look, but his old scout's eyes noticed what seemed to be an adult and two children. The three looked human enough, but their features weren't clear from that distance. Still, Gino's shoulders relaxed. Children was a good sign that this place was peaceful. Gino hesitated for a moment longer, fearing his appearance might frighten children, but ultimately acknowledged the inevitable and marched towards the door with determination.</s> <\|message\|>Ophion Ophion had been traveling for some time now. His life as an adventurer had proceeded well enough, but things had been going slowly lately. It had been almost five years since he had seen his homeland, and he expected that it would be at least another five more before he had the wherewithal to return home and use whatever assets he had acquired on his adventures to start an estate of his own. Not for the first time, he silently cursed his hatching order, that he should be denied the life his older brothers enjoyed simply because they happened to be born a few years before he was. But regrets were pointless. The Dracon warmage had heard of a manor he could stay at for a while, or at least he had received instructions from a mysterious letter. Before his mage training, he would have regarded such a missive with suspicion or even fear, but he was no stranger to such magical oddities by now. Not sure if it was a trap or an opportunity, he decided to give the directions a shot. If it was a trap, it would at least give him someone to oppose and acquire treasures from, should he survive the trap. If it was an opportunity to find shelter and the aid of more adventurers, so much the better. If it was a bit of both, he'd deal with each situation as it arose. Supposedly, all would be provided for, including food and shelter. If nothing else, the savings on those things alone could cut down the time it would take for him to earn the money he'd require for his plans back home. Of course, even if his patron was completely honest about providing him with room and board, there would probably be a service expected from him in return. Upon reaching the manor, Ophion saw a few people outside of it. He couldn't quite tell what race they were all supposed to be, but he got the impression that they weren't necessarily native to this land anymore than he was. "Excuse me, but did you all receive the same letter that I did?" Ophion held out the mysterious note for emphasis. For a moment, he wondered if any of them even spoke his language. The dracon was fluent in his native draconic, common, and knew some words of elven. He spoke in common most days since leaving his homeland, but he had a draconic accent, making his speech seem "growly" when pronouncing R and S sounds.</s> <\|message\|>Tova Location: Poorly hidden on the outer side of the cobblestone wall, by the entrance, and easily spotted if someone were to look Tova clutched the mysterious letter to her chest, the paper scrunched from the force of her grip. What the…!? What!? She sat with her back against the low cobblestone wall, just barely hidden by some bushes and curled into a tight ball, staring ahead with wide eyes from what she'd just seen. What the actual ever living fuck!? Gathered in front of the manor - the promised safe manor! - was not only a few human-looking people, but an actual skeleton followed by a giant freaking lizard had just walked right past her hiding place. She could hear her own heart beating rapidly in her chest, and she still had her hand covering her mouth from when she'd had to stop herself from screaming at the sight of the giant lizard. Oh, and had she mentioned the living skeleton!? What in the ever green meadows was this place? The letter had promised a sanctuary, not a house filled with predators! Or well, what she assumed to be predators. For all she knew this was all normal and the world was filled with such creatures, and she just didn't know because of her sheltered upbringing. Gathering her courage, she turned and peeked over the wall. She would wait and see what happened, but if anything seemed even the slightest bit fishy she would be out of there as fast as her hooves could carry her. No sanctuary was worth becoming lizard dinner, thank you very much.</s>	<\|message\|>Goroth Goroth had various doubts as he approached this mysterious manor he was supposedly invited to. Like the fact that the letter just mysteriously appeared by him one morning, even though he should be in the middle of nowhere at the time, away from any inhabitants. And the fact that it promised pretty much everything that he himself had to work tirelessly for in the last 2 decades. For free as well apparently. It sounded too good to be true. But he also had to count the fact that it might not be those humans who delivered the letter to him, given he wasn't where they were supposed to be. It had already been over 10 years since he escaped that wretched place. Surely they wouldn't exert that much effort just to find a single orc. Regardless, he was curious enough to go there. If it actually was a trap, then so be it. He's not afraid of a fight. Or death. Travels didn't take that long, as the orc was not afraid of any confrontation with any opposition, human or not, though he wasn't so arrogant to travel the main road in broad daylight. The greatsword hung on his waist while the guandao and the bag of tools and possessions firmly on his back as he gradually approached the manor. The sounds of chirping birds made it a lot less unsettling, but seeing that...whatever is curling up behind the cobblestone wall did. There were also various other creatures outside the manor as well, some of them human-like, but he knew some species just look like that. How envious he was of them, but that's just a fact of life. Regardless, it still wasn't enough to trust this place just yet. Goroth decided not to approach the manor until he knew what is going on. He instead turned straight for the creature hiding behind that cobblestone wall, if he could call it that. "You." The orc, towering over the small faun, in his ironclad armor and weapons right in his hand's reach, pointed at her as he neared. "The hell you up to? You part of this?" His voice was growly and mildly threatening, yet if the faun paid attention, she would notice the same letter she had crumbled in his other hand.</s>
<\|description\|>Runem McDregaul Race: Half-blooded minotaur. Age: Looks about 20+, actual age 34 Sex: Female Appearance: Plain and homely, she was not in anyway a head turning beauty. Her horns weren't as large as it could be, and she was lanky where most of her tribe was large, well shaped, and had well defined muscles. Personality: Irritable, and unsociable. She looks more than happy to never talk to someone else ever again. Never actually refuses to help anyone in need of help. History: The runt of clan Dregaul, born of a father who once took a human wife, and had never been the same after she died. He took care of her as best he can, even if she did not quite fit in with the clan. While the clan considers her their own, and will defend her as readily as they would any other, it was obvious she would only ever be the runt, lacking the defined body of the minotaur, having instead a thin lanky body. She takes care of the newly made pub, as her father put her foremost in that position. Runem can't be sure if this was a way for her father to make sure she's safe, or it was just a convenient place to put someone who can't do anything else like her. Equipments: - Personal Ability: She has a head for numbers and had a great memory, not exactly what Clan Dregaul values the most, but valuable when running the pub. Intelligent, if not well educated.</s> <\|message\|>Fyr There was a rather small looking figure standing in front of the counter, its head barely situated high up enough to see what was lying where on the counter comfortably. A reddish, leathery looking hand reached for the piece of parchment. The style those humans, kobolds and whatever they called themselves employed to put down their words had not lost its weirdness towards Fyr ever since he had seen it for the first time, and still the demon was convinced that he would be able to teach them a more efficient one. If they'd only listen... So a peasant needed help ? Fyr looked at the piece of bread in his hands he had just taken another bite off. Maybe they'd be able to get some particularly fresh one there if they'd do a good job ? The only problem was that the request was hopelessly unspecific, not stating any vital detail about the problem at hand. It could be a simple, boring one-man job or something that'd require a dozen elite warriors. "I'd wish they'd do a better job at preparing those requests..." Fyr commented, sighing. "So, any takers ? If so, consider myself a companion for this." The demon let go of a less than subtle grin. He knew that not everybody liked him. Some didn't by default, others only when he had pulled something off again that was flat-out wrong in their eyes. Fyr took another bite, then decided to stuff the humble remainder of the bread right into his mouth as well. "Does anybody know how far this farm is away from us ?"</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain Smithing was good, honest work. Unfortunately for someone like Amitha, it wasn't enough to subside on. Most of the honest, simple crafts were easily handled by other smiths. Horse shoes were a nice, stable source of income. Unfortunately, such work was more often left to farriers who specialized in such a thing. The simple works were easily left with the other, cheaper blacksmiths. Long-term work was left to the smiths and craftsmen who could read contracts. This left her in a perilous predicament: unable to do meaningful amounts of both skillful and unskilled work. However, her skills could perhaps be leveraged in other ways. When news broke about jobs opening up to those who possessed special powers, Amitha knew she had an opportunity to make coin again. If she could get enough coins, she could finally sate her appetite instead of eating just enough to survive! So there she was: at a no name bar which had just opened. Did they even serve food there? Maybe. She was crouching in front of the bartop, her chin barely above the counter top. "What say?" She inquired as her arm stretched to point at the piece of paper.</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng had gotten a verbal message about a meeting point for Spikers for the King. A strange inn or bar where jobs would be posted and others would meet. Maybe even the King would show up at one point. The information didn't cause any noticeable excitement as he lumbered through the town to the building. It looked like any other type of inn, but served a greater purpose than sleep and food and drink. Possibly, they'd find out if it did or not. Opening the door he held the upper part of its frame and ducked inside, and remained hunched somewhat. This was not a building designed with the more giant of the minotaurs in mind. It wasn't any different from any other building not specifically built by his kind. Luckily a strong back was something he had. His crimson gaze scanned the people within, a male demon, a woman with horns, and a half-breed. He scanned Runem a moment, taking in the small minotaur features she had. A snort of steam came from him as he approached the counter. It was frowned on to produce half-breeds, but he had gotten his own fair share of shit for being different he wouldn't treat her the same way. She showed the ones present a piece of paper with frantic writing and vague details. Really just a cry for help and that it was one of the outlying farms. The half-breed behind the counter, Runem, mentioned another coming and introductions. Ugh...introductions... The demon said he'd tag along with whoever went on the job., Which currently was only three people present that wasn't doing anything. The horned woman...couldn't read. He wasn't the most well versed in words upon paper but at least he could get the basics! He sighed while rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his hand. "It's a request for help from an outlying farm of the city." He rumbled down to the crouching goat woman. That voice sounded like it could crumble a mountain from how deep it was.</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) _-.-_ -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ Enter an odd situation - youtu.be/EOttMZAaURE A room of colorful dissonance¡ A Tavern for king, bad decisions, and community service can have you question your life choices in more ways than one. Now a tavern requesting persons to aid the kingdom wasn't the worst idea. Now one could find themselves becoming more confident in taking up a mighty task with a sip of alcohol or simply becoming too inebriated to realize what they were signing up for. Either way Tash's stature of stupid seemingly would make him susceptible to the tavern's manipulation. Tash had passed the tavern before while it was under construction; he was being escorted by guards for a talk several months ago that led to a deal, "calm down on the hunts." He was let go, but as a additive to the deal he had to bring a deer to the local butcher shop "out of the goodness of your scaly heart." Now we was craving deer and the only way he could avoid trouble was to buy back the meet that he had bought the butcher. Fortunately the butcher caught wind of the coin that was being offered at the tavern. Tash pointed to the butcher asking him for work, but the butcher didn't need another had at the time. Now at the tavern, standing near the entrance door, a little too close, was Tash whom startled themselves. He had accidently shut the door behind them with a flick his tail after he entered. There around him were an assortment of strong looking individuals, that Tash felt a bit intimated by, but at least being in back made him feel more comfortable. Tash took note that the people in front of him; most of them were of races he had never see before. Were they like him Tash wondered recalling his odd past with waking up a naked lizard boi* in some abandoned place? Perhaps all of them had their own book and could help him understand how to pronounce 'cannybull's' for the "Cannibal's Curry" recipe. He took note of the huge Minotaur that he had followed into the building and took a side step to the right clearing way of the door entrance incase someone else would come in during his stay. He took in the pub for the first time admiring the barrels of alcohol packed behind Runem. While the other's were asking questions and making statements, Runem was cleaning out a mug that made Tash ask, "Was someone drinking before we came here?" Tash realized he had made his attention known more so now speaking up from the back and started looking away from everyone trying to receive less self educed embarrassment. Tash Tucked his clawed hands into his pockets and leaned back against the wall pinning his tail and spike between his shoulder blades waiting for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnSome sort of pub... --- "That would be me." A voice replied to the inquisitive dragon-man. It was a soothing baritone, almost harmonic. Unnoticed by the other patrons, perhaps due to his patient stillness, or more likely the fact he decided to wear a dark hood and sit himself in the corner of the bar, was a hooded figure, enjoying a mug of fruity wine clutched by a pale hand wearing a glistening gem-bearing silver ring. Leaning on the bar next to him was some sort of long blade, wrapped meticulously in parchment. Swiftly, he finished the rest of his drink, allowing the wine to flow smoothly into his throat before placing the mug gently onto the counter. Standing up, he removed his hood, his white hair shimmering with his movement, before turning to face everyone else. A 6'4 Bright Elf bearing a mithril circlet and a soft expression. His eyes were closed, yet at the same time, it felt as if he were scrutinizing everyone else in the room. With a stroke of his chin and a nod, he lifted his blade up, bringing it to a harness attached to his belt. To those who were trained in the combat arts, it seemed that this elf moved with careful deliberation, almost efficiently. To others, he seemed... strange. Both fast and slow at the same time. Such was the nature of elves, whose entire body chemistry was slower than the younger races. "Galain Jinn." He spoke, revealing himself to be one of the few raiders who once served that freak of nature who almost brought down the Bronze Castle once more. "It seems that we are all gathered to this guild for the same reason. I'm sure you all have one of these, as well." Pulling back the sleeve from his left arm, Galain revealed his ring to everyone else. It wasn't quite hard to miss, and didn't even require him to pull his sleeve back in order to show it. However, the gesture would soon make sense as the stone inlaid within the ring began to glow, causing his finger to bleed. Scarlet strands trickled down to his bear arm, revealing that this ring was more than it appeared. Yes, it seemed the ring was spiked onto the elf.</s>	<\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Runem barely batted an eye at the strange ensemble of characters in front of her, not even the white minotaur. As the elf stood up, she turned her head. "5 coppers for that fruit wine. Don't run off and leave your debt unpaid, Muzkaag." Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted immediately by a loud crash into one of the windows. A moment of silence, before it opened abruptly and a feathery head popped in cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING!" An almost earshattering greetings for so early in the morning, but that was why harpies were often messengers; it was very hard to ignore one trying to tell you something. This one rubbed her slightly reddened nose, before bending forwards, letting the bag lower enough for her dexterous claws to rifle through the contents and picking out another sooty, badly scrawled letter. "Clan Wolfbane would like to add more to the request they posted here. They need help very soon. E..Enm... Enimy? Will come soon. Please help." Flipping the paper to make sure nothing else was written on it, the harpy bowed and took a running hop before flapping into the air, presumably to continue delivering more messages. "Hnngh... Why can't they just read the letters normally..." Runem picked up the cleaning cloth again. "Well, ya heard the bird. Sounds like introductions can wait. The farm is on the outskirts past the second tower to the west. Yeah, it's very out there, but one of them told me the soil was good there or something. Better get a move on." Whatever they did, it was obvious at least that they had to go right now. It was not just about accepting the job after all, it was about the people here as well. That farm succumbing from whatever ails it would mean not only would they not get paid, but the produce that would have come from it would not be feeding any hungry belly in the Castle, including theirs. When they made their way there, the well travelled, and well lived in looking areas quickly turned to jungle trails and thick foliage, filled with the usual cacophony of animals and creatures. The cool air and heady smell of the jungle, of the life living there combined to make a smell all of them would be familiar with. Here there was no civilization, only the cold brutal honesty of living. With nothing more threatening than a herd of armored rhinolike creatures scraping at tree barks with their forked horns in their path, they arrived at the farm with nary an incident. They could hear the farm long before they arrived, the yips and barks of the kobold language readily apparent as they approached. The guard at the edge of the farm let out a series of short clipped barks as soon as it saw them, echoed by several distant kobolds as it finishes. Running on all fours at them, it was wagging its tail furiously as it greeted them. "Hail friend. Come help? See note? Help us?" Every word was barked out, the guard looking hopefully at them. Behind them lied the farm, a relatively wide flat area where small shrubs bearing purple hooked fruits was planted in a line. A furhook berry farm, it seemed.</s>
<\|description\|>Runem McDregaul Race: Half-blooded minotaur. Age: Looks about 20+, actual age 34 Sex: Female Appearance: Plain and homely, she was not in anyway a head turning beauty. Her horns weren't as large as it could be, and she was lanky where most of her tribe was large, well shaped, and had well defined muscles. Personality: Irritable, and unsociable. She looks more than happy to never talk to someone else ever again. Never actually refuses to help anyone in need of help. History: The runt of clan Dregaul, born of a father who once took a human wife, and had never been the same after she died. He took care of her as best he can, even if she did not quite fit in with the clan. While the clan considers her their own, and will defend her as readily as they would any other, it was obvious she would only ever be the runt, lacking the defined body of the minotaur, having instead a thin lanky body. She takes care of the newly made pub, as her father put her foremost in that position. Runem can't be sure if this was a way for her father to make sure she's safe, or it was just a convenient place to put someone who can't do anything else like her. Equipments: - Personal Ability: She has a head for numbers and had a great memory, not exactly what Clan Dregaul values the most, but valuable when running the pub. Intelligent, if not well educated.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- The elf was pleased to be among the kobolds. They were definitely one of the easier monstrous races to get along with. If Galain had not taken classes regarding ethics and slavery, he would have bought one for himself to serve as his own companion. He ignored the silent judgment of his companions, primarily because they weren't saying anything, and continued to pat the kobold guardsman on the head comfortingly before they were all brought to the supposed "enimy." Making their way deeper into the fields of the farm, Galain clutched his blade by its sheath to prepare himself, taking note of how organized these hounds really were. It was quite impressive, really, despite how primitively ill-equipped they were. The more Galain thought about it, however, the more it made sense. Kobolds were essentially just walking, talking dogs in the end, and dogs thrived in packs as they were social animals. To see them all organized in such a way was only natural. In the end, however, hounds were still hounds, and Galain took note of how they could improve upon their positioning. Seeing the Kobold Chief as well as his retinue prepare for an attack, Galain also made sure to ready himself as well, holding his wrapped blade to his side and unraveling the thread that held its paper bindings together. With his dominant hand hovering over the handle of his blade, he watched carefully at the rustling of leaves. Galain poised himself to leap forward at whatever foul monstrosity would show its face at the group. Galain's particular style of swordsmanship was unalike to much of his kin. Rather than flashy swordplay, it relied wholly on efficiency, making use of every movement one would make in combat. Among the many hallmarks of his style was the art of the draw. It's because of this that Galain chose a uniquely forged blade, one that would allow Galain to act as soon as combat began. For someone whose techniques rely primarily on defense, it was important for Galain to develop some that would take advantage of any openings he would find. And what better opening there was in combat than attacking before the battle even began? However, even Galain was caught off guard by the appearance of... that thing. Galain knew that if the kobolds needed immediate help, it wouldn't be for something so mundane. As a matter of fact, they were right to ask for help! Its fear-inducing honk almost caused Galain to falter... In truth, Galain was quite unimpressed. He decided to make it a point to approach the beast rather casually before wacking it across the side of the head with his sheathed blade.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul With the beast slain thus, it seemed all would be fine and done. Of course, nothing was truly that easy. But it was not so, true these small flightless birds were a menace to kobolds, and anyone who had experience with them knew that the rows of serrated teeth on its beak while able to tear through flesh was more for tearing through tough fruit skins. The real danger these birds posed would be through their legs, with powerful kicks able to bruise and even break bones if one was not wary. That, and their numbers. Almost immediately the brush broke into a flurry of honking birds, rushing towards the farms. By now the staggered formations of the kobold would have made sense; without the advantage of size and weight, a proper battle line would just result in them being knocked over and overrun immediately. Staggered, they could slay what they could, leaving those who rushed past them to those behind them, and hopefully thin them enough that none remained alive to reach the crops. A wave of the birds crested over them, a veritable mob of angry honking and birds. Whatever tactics they used, it was clear they needed to thin the birds number quickly if they didn't fancy being kicked around.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- No sooner did Galain realize what he had done was a mistake until after completing his initial swing. His sensitive ears picked up the rustling quite easily, but he did not realize such rustling was indicative of something much worse to come. As such, he was at the forefront of the horde of raptors. A disadvantageous position for sure had it not been for his proficiency with the blade and his specific quirk. One of his eyes opened, revealing a glint of determination as he once again placed his hand on his blade. Like a flash of thunder, his blade withdrew from its sheath as he swiped at the oncoming wave of birb. To the kobolds, as well as to the rest of his party, the rapid swings of his blade appeared as if he was fashioning a silver net to contain a portion of the horde from advancing. In actuality, Galain was performing a simple swinging exercise, one that was meant to target every single potential opening from an opponent. As he swung his blade, Galain also kept his feet rooted to the ground. He had chosen to rely not on his frail Elven toughness, but instead the passive ability of his spike. With a standing offense and a hardy stance, Galain was sure he would not be trampled by the likes of these feathered menaces!</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng watched the interaction between elf and kobold before shaking his head. Apparently they knew when the enemy would be coming so they were led further onto the farm. Here they met the kobold chief, but was he the overall chief or just chief of the kobolds on the farm? Sighing they were led to the edge of the farm where more of the little furry yappers were positioned in a staggered line. Well that was smart, they didn't have big shields or a particularly powerful figure to hold up to a charge of...anything really. He always pictured kobolds to be hit and runners like goblins tended to be. Still the kobolds were growing more agitated before two ran out of the bushes, weapons in maws to use their canine bodies to really scamper. Were they scouts, were they leading the 'enimy' here? What was their purpose? Whatever, the giants eyes turned back towards the foliage just to see this little dinky bird creature come out and honk. He'd sigh, but he didn't forget that kobolds weren't much larger than this creature. What would be little baby cuts on him could be life-threatening wounds on the canines. The elf, Galain, approached the bird casually before whacking it across the head with his sheathed sword. Feng approached the downed animal and picked it up by its neck between his finger and thumb. He didn't get time to examine it when even more of the little feathered vermin rushed out of the foliage. Okay, the bird was a flock animal...a big flock. Dropping the first one to appear back to the ground his axe left his shoulder and was swept low across the ground with a single muscular arm. That sweep alone took out four of the little rushing creatures. their bodies weren't cut in twain as if it were a sword or even a metal axe. They were splattered and broken from the force of the blow, the stone axe acting more like a cudgel than a cutting took. His hand shifted, turning the weapon at the end of his controlled swing before it came back for another powerful sweep into the crowd of honking birds.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain "Anenome!" Amitha let out as her war cry. However, she wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith. Even then, that was a tenuous claim. Usually, an intelligent fighter would perhaps funnel the enemy. Use their numbers against them. Deploy a form of tactics that would ensure that the line is held and the bird beasts are left dazed and confused. So of course, what Amitha did was pick up the knocked out bird beast by the throat and swung it around as a weapon. She was a goat, damn it. Not a thinker. The only thing she could think about was how many of these birds she could eat when this was all over!</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) The elf took out the goose monster swiftly just to have a hoard-more spawn out of the bushes nearby. Kobolds in a line to defend, elf ran off to continue to flex his practiced talents, and Amitha armed herself with the recently knocked out goose. Tash watched Feng start shaking his head again and began to think it was some kind of thinking gesture, after all Feng seemingly kept doing it before some of his actions. Tash mimicked Feng before Feng ran off with the others. Tash ran in as some of the stray geese began getting really close to the crops. Running in a line between the billed birbs Tash reached out grabbing neck after neck creating a upside down bouquet under his right arm clamping on to their necks, collecting about five of them. They flailed smacking him and each other wildly while biting at what they could reach; arms and Tash's side. Tash's scales helped with most the pain, but it didn't negate not feeling little blunt smacks. The front of his shirt got scratched up where a stray webbed foot managed to get his chest, leaving a smol gash on his chest. It wasn't easily tolerable, but still noticeable, his belly side was not as rough as most of his body. A gooooose had managed to reach the crops began scooping up a onion, head to the sky, trying to let gravity make it fall into its gullet. Tash super man style stretched his left arm infront--- thumbs up while shaking his head, before leaping at the distracted birb with his mouth open catching the birb with his mouth with a forceful yet controlled bite locking it in place to not bite any further hurting it. "Gotcha enimey!" went through Tash's head has he was still flying off the ground goose shaking like a flag. Unforchantely Tash landed sliding into the crops serval feet leaving a land trail with onions sprayed about. To make matters worse the muddy ground grabbed on to Tash's feet as his velocity slowed and suddenly had him fall front side. Tash heard a crunch in his mouth. Tash continuing to hold the bird dropped the one from his mouth to see he had killed it by mistake.</s>	<\|message\|>Runem McDregaul The jungle was not merciful to the weak, or those unable to work together. Angry barks filled the air, with intermitted yips and yaps. The kobolds at the outer perimeters was already swarmed, though mostly from the birds rushing in a feeding frenzy rather than attacking them directly. The staggered lines hit them first, thinning their numbers, but there was still too much for the kobolds to handle, the final shield wall bristling with the better equipped chief and his retinue looking to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. But that was why they were here. Spikers of a newly formed group, gathered for their abilities and their resonance with the strange magical objects. The elf was classically trained, and certainly mere birds weren't any match for him. Beautiful arced swings flashed out, slicing though their small bodies with ease. In numbers however, they were approaching faster than he could kill. He took a hits here and there, from several birds, but with his robe taking the brunt of the damage, he would probably only be bruised if that. Amitha was less refined, simply charging into the fray like an angry goat, swinging wildly at the crazed birds. Perhaps not the best of tactics, but it worked well enough for the birds as she simply plowed through them. Sturdy hammer broke bird bones easily, and swinging around another weapon, even if it be the body of another bird, ensured that any she hit with it will at least be stunned for a moment, easy prey for any nearby kobolds. Effective, but without a doubt a painful one as several birds managed to kick and bite her. The minotaur was barely phased by any of the birds' attacks, with his sheer mass and his chitinous coverings. Blood and gore splattered in a crescent arc as he swung his massive stone axe through the horde. It was enough that the kobolds fighting around them tried to give him a wide berth. Like a rock against which the waves crashed, his resolute presence was enough to cow even the frenzied birds, slowing down the rush in his area. Tash didn't fare as well however. Falling down onto the mud after killing one, he was immediately trampled upon by the horde of birds with no more resistance. At least the birds were more interested in the crops than actually tearing him apart. The tide was holding for the moment, but it now seemed that the farm was more in danger of being trampled rather than being eaten by this point, as the sheer number of their enemy threatened to simply wash over them. "Snagtoothed bill. Grows frenzied when small flocks amass, triggering a change to lead them to devour everything they could before breeding and laying eggs before dying." A clear voice rang out from behind the Spikers, as a snagtooth flew through the air, crashing onto a group of them so hard their bodies ruptured. A small figure just a bit taller than the average kobold walked carefully past the chief's shield wall. "Killing them all would be a monumental endeavor for this few men. Fire would both frighten and repel them." A helpful revelation, and indeed there were a few extinguished campfire as they entered the farm, but those now was filled with angry honking snagtooths smothering any chance of it being ignited in the chaos. Would it be worth leaving their front and risking the kobold lines be overwhelmed to light up the fires, or would they just stay and try to weather out the horde of birds? After all, surely there can't be that many birds?</s>
<\|description\|>Fyr Race: Demon Age: 33 Sex: Male Appearance: Fyr's about 162cm tall and of above-average muscularity, but feasting and drinking have caused a noticeable amount of fat to accumulate around his waistline as well. His black hair reaches well past his shoulders and is one big and unkempt mess he seems to be almost as proud of as of his wound horns. The latter don't appear to be made of keratine, but of some kind of much more mechanically stable compound. Those few people who had the opportunity to touch them even claim that they'd feel a bit metallic. His skin is of a reddish complexion all over his body and feels more like leather than anything else. A look on his nacked back would reveal quite an assortment of long scars. Personality: Most people might associate hell with nothing but terror, so it comes all the more as a surprise to them that Fyr actually is not the kind of savage killer addicted to cruelty they might expect. On the contrary Fyr tends to be friendly, sometimes even jovial. Despite all the threats surrounding it and all the hardships of survival it brings with it, Castle Bronze actually is the best thing that has happened in Fyr's life so far. His thankfulness not only comes from him realizing that it's advisable, but from heart -- as much as a demon can have such, that is. However Fyr also likes to enjoy himself, feasting and drinking when there's the right opportunity and pulling harmless pranks on people to get over a hangover. Overall the process of socialization with the castle's inhabitants goes along well, but still not to the degree he and the people around him might prefer for he still knows little about the social customs of this world's inhabitants. In combat, Fyr presents himself as determined and nasty. He treats his present enemies the same way he treated his past enemies, just with more experience. History: The forest around Bronze Castle is large and diverse, and so are the creatures and individuals living in there. Not everyone is turned down by initial failure, not everyone lacks the optimism and dedication required to pull through with a delicate piece of magic and not everyone is afraid of the darker things possible. It was a dark and thunderous night when Fyr was ripped out of hell and tossed into the mundane world, summoned by ritualists who had spent months on their effort to obtain some 'help' for their own tribe. Their belief was that they had targeted the spell right and only summoned one of the lesser, more docile inhabitants of hell whom could be controlled and used for their own purpose. Ignite that campfire here, cast a levitation spell onto that brutally heavy stone there, do this, do that... Admitted, at first Fyr did indeed not even realize that he was effectively being enslaved, simply because that kind of treatment was not so different from what the small demon had been experiencing in hell for years. However now he saw something he had not seen before: People walking around without someone else lashing them into a certain direction, people just doing what thy wanted to do... freedom. He struggled with his unfamiliarity with the world, but still the desire rose quickly to obtain this freedom for it just felt so much better. Fyr had not killed before for he simply had been under constant supervision by beings much more capable than him, but the latter didn't hold true for those... whatever those two-legged creatures were. He burned them, impaled their chests with wooden stakes or just outright bashed their heads with whatever happened to lie around. Years of hard labor had hardened him and taught him to adapt so he proved ready. Luckily the Bronze Castle's guards didn't kill him when he arrived at their gate in rugged clothes and with hardly any food left. There was only one thing of significance he had on his body: a small, golden needle piercing through his left ear. It was, and still is, the only possession that the summoners had brought out of hell along with him. Just like its origin it seems to defy the laws of nature from time to time and grants the same thing to its owner. Equipment:* Simple linen clothing, more gray than white and intended for everyday use. * Leather armor adapted to his small size. * Crossbow: A donation to him since he wanted to learn it, but he's not made much progress with that so far. Spike: Spike Name: Horizon Travel Spike description: A small needle of golden color, yet apparently made of an incredibly much stronger material. There's no decoration on it for the only thing that's not the needle itself is a pair of tiny barbs obviously there to prevent the trinket from detaching from whatever it has been pricked through. Spike theme: Horizontal travel, even under circumstances that would not allow for it otherwise. It's ought to be damn useful in a place with many lava streams and impassable rifts. Spike ability:* Upon activation, the spike instantly redirects the bearer's momentum to a line horizontal with respect to the ground. The then horizontal momentum is unchangeably maintained until the bearer can or does not want to maintain it further or an obstacle is encountered. In the latter case the same kind of impact occurs as it would have occurred without using the spike at all when colliding, including any negative consequences for the spike's user. The redirection of the user's current momentum to the horizontal results in similar effects should the current momentum greatly differ from the horizontal momentum. * The spike can also be used onto another person, working exactly like it would on oneself. In that case the affected indidual needs to maintain the effect as well and its stamina is drained in the same manner. It should be mentioned that collissions with other objects can be induced by the spike's user or the other person affect by it intentionally by just grabbing them if they happen to be in reach, thereby causing a controlled stop. Personal ability:* Fyr's a demon. He has much, much less trouble with wielding magic in a much more instant manner and thus is able to use it even in a fight. However that doesn't automatically make him the pinnacle of wizardry, for every spell's formation still needs to be learned and that is something none of his former masters cared much about. Therefore his repertoire is effective, but also rather basic. * Resilience: Fyr might not look like much, but he's made sure that all that condensed magic has been put to good physical use by implementing bones and horns significantly reinforced with metallic minerals and by packing his sinews and muscles tighter and sturdier. The good side of things ? He can survive bone-breaking and flesh-tearing events a lot easier than others. The bad side of things ? A well placed stab wound to the heart will still kill him and so would large bloodloss or similar things. Also he's a brutally heavy boy. * Strength: He's a demon, and albeit he's by far not the largest he's still a lot stronger than he looks like and can easily keep up with much, much larger humans, elves or other individuals. However it is all raw strength, meaning that he simply lacks the skill required in order to put it to effective use in combat. He's probably a brutal tavern brawler, but can be happy to know which side of a sword not to use for holding it.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- Galain had almost replied to the Runem regarding the payment of his refreshments, or lack thereof, if not for the sudden outburst from the harpy messenger. Among Galain's few weaknesses, loud noise was one of them. Cringing in pain, Galain leaned onto the wall with his bloodied hand in order to support himself up. As he had done so, noticing that everyone's attention was towards the bird-brain, Galain relished this opportunity to clean his dirtied finger. He began by wiping the blood off of it, dragging it on the bar's walls like some sort of barbarian... not that anyone could tell off this primitive construction, anyway. "Ah... urgent, huh? I suppose we should get there quickly, then." Galain remarked, throwing his hood back on as he left for the door. Before he situated himself outside this not-so-fine establishment, however, Galain turned to the bartender once more, his fingers poised towards her in the shape of two pistols. "Just put that drink on my tab." He said, as if proud of his cheapness. One could even swear they saw a wink from his closed eyes. The trek for the farm was quite calming, if uneventful. Stereotypical of an elf, Galain quietly admired the more natural bits of the trail as they made their way into the wilder portions of the land. Birds chirping, leaves howling, horns scraping... An idyllic utopia came to mind in Galain's head, one where nature and civilization were one with each other. It filled Galain with a sense of longing to return to the Elf Kingdom. In the end, however, his new place was here, among beasts and monsters. Reaching the farm and meeting with the kobold guard, Galain nodded in agreement along with his horned companion. Was she a goat, or just a very strange minotaur? Eh, it didn't matter too much. He's sure introductions will be made more clearly as they completed their duty. Kneeling to the kobold, Galain scratched behind its ear reassuringly. He... still wasn't sure of the social norms of his monstrous neighbors, but he was quite confident in dealing with kobolds. He's owned a puppy before, after all. "Yes, we've received your message. Who's a good boy? That's right, you. What's going on? What do you need help with? Did someone fall down a well?"</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng's eyebrow quirked up when the harpy smashed into the side of the building face first. How she didn't destroy or flatten her nose he'd never know. Still more to the first message was given to the party, an enemy of some sort would be coming soon. I wonder how they know... He thought as the elf showed off his ring was in fact a Spike that did...something aside from just stabifying his finger. Then the half-breed spoke up to designate which farm it was, which was rather useful information since there were multiple farms with kobolds and other smaller races. Ducking out of the inn his hand swept to the side and plucked up a massive stone axe that was promptly laid across his shoulder for easier carrying. It was like a sharpened rock tied to a small tree! But he didn't need to use it because the trip to the farm was uneventful, a boring quick pace to get to the farm before whatever this enemy was got there first. The sounds of barks and yips were heard, kobold language. Something he couldn't be bothered to learn, seriously when would he ever chat with a kobold that didn't know common? The miniature guard came barreling towards them, looking hopeful as he asked if they were there to help and if they got the note. The horned woman replied positively, the elf replied positively as well and...treated the kobold like a common dog. A dull look turned to the elf before he shook his head. "What's the situation?" He questioned while looking down at the currently elf molested humanoid canine.</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) _-.-_ -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ What are we doing? - youtu.be/9F70KrO0XZ0 To the farm and to the enimy¡ The elf in the corner of the room had taken responsibility for the dirty mug that Runem was cleaning. Galain Jinn had revealed his name and announced his possession of a spike. Tash would start smelling the blood coming from Galain's finger, Tash would become drawn to his voice that would soon be contrasted. "I'm Ta-" Tash manage to get out before being interrupted by a loud bird brain, calling out at Runem from a window. The elf would turn his focus, as well as Tash who had jumped a bit, to the new arrival. Tash was a little used to sudden loud noises thanks to all the kobolds, but Tash wasn't prepared for sudden birb. "Unpaid debt?" Tash said in a hushed town along with the harpy's talk making it near impossible to hear. Tash took note that Runem made a odd kind of reaction to the harpy. She interested Tash with the idea of her maybe maybe over indulging on something in the kingdom Like Tash had. . . As conversation progressed the adventures found themselves going to their first mission, minotaur carrying quite a club, Elf day dreaming, and the sheep girl seeming focused on getting to the destination. Amitha shot a thumbs up at a kobold whom's face seemed to brighten. Tash look at Amitha and then her thumb and imitated it at the kobold 5 seconds after she did. Tash was determined to also reassure the kobold things were going to be okay, but Tash wasn't sure how yet. The elf changed his tone to his elf-to-dogo accent. Weird thought Tash, but it would get worse as the elf started touching the kobold. Tash pulled back his hand with his tail becoming pressed to his left leg's side, spike holding on to the other side. Tash squinted a bit with a delayed twitch. Tash stopped to look up at the minotaur also watching the elf. Feng made a seemingly disowning face which to Tash so far seemed only slightly different from Feng's default face. Thumbs up, ear scratching, and a less excited response to the kobold. Tash spoke trying to recall how the harpy spoke, "Is there a an-emy here?" Tash didn't know the word enemy and let alone "Enimy".</s>	<\|message\|>Fyr The demon was used to loud noises from the hell he had been ripped out of, but the inhabitants of that place seldomly were so... croaky. The moment the harpy showed up and presented her kind of voice, Fyr already wished for the much more dark, thunderous and guttural tones of the other demons he had come to know in his past. They would have been more relaxing to hear for sure. However the way the harpy had bumped into the glass window made was good enough for a nice laugh which Fyr did not hesitate to release on the spot. The message was far less amusing though. Enemies on the way ? That meant they'd had both to hurry and to stay there even after the initial task had been completed. Anything else wouldn't make much sense if the farm was overrun by hostiles just a few hours later and hopefully his companions would come to the same conclusion by themselves. And then of course there was the jungle. Softer ground and small feet were not a good combination if one had shaped one's magic into the kind of incredibly dense package of a body Fyr had. He was digging deep into the ground with every step, thereby having to waste a lot of energy just to keep up with the others who didn't have to make that many steps in the first place. On the plus side of things he had not yet heard any jokes about his slight chubbyness and, unlike some others, he did hardly have to crouch, duck or crane his neck in order to get his head into an adequate position for talking to the kobold on halfway equal terms! "I don't like to speak of the devil, but I think that some degree of haste is in order. As far as we know enemies are on the way, so what's the issue now ?"</s>
<\|description\|>Amitha Ain Race: Beastmorph - Goat Age: Amitha appears to be in her mid 20s. Her actual age is a mystery, as much of her life was spent as a goat. Sex: Female Appearance: Compared to the numerous small races of the Bronze Castle, Amitha stands out as a giant. At 6'0" (183 cm) and a toned build, she appears as more of a warrior than a smith. Besides that, she appears to be more human than any other race besides the markers of her previous form: large curved horns and wide pupils. Personality: While one may first view Amitha as a stoic warrior, she's much more of a curious soul. While a sense of duty and repayment often compels her to often help others, she's just as often spotted doing strange things to experience the process. In fact, one could consider her to be a certified moron. She often shoves inedible, spoiled, and toxic things in her mouth just to try it. While she has skill with blacksmithing--compounded by her spike--her skill with any complex tax besides that is sorely lacking. She's also illiterate, as goats often are. History: The lone blacksmith with a goat. He lived in solitude--far enough away that only patrols would stumble upon his smithy. Only the constant hammering gave any sign of his existence. He could make anything. Nails, horse shoes, weapons, tools, anything that could be made, he made. The hammering of his forge could be heard from some distance. He was a miserly man. Misanthropic to a fault, some would say. His eyes would only light up from two things: the glow of his forge and telling others of what his goat had been up to. Maybe he was just using the goat as an enthusiastic excuse to not speak about himself, but he really loved it. He would often tell others about "that time his goat ate an entire set of nails" or "his roof caved in because the goat ate the thatching." His--and his goat's--legacy was only cut short when he keeled over and died of old age while buying his month's worth of rations. But the hammering of the forge never stopped. Even with news of the dwarven smithmaster's death reaching every citizen of the Bronze Castle, the hammering continued. Of course, when guards inspected the smithy, there was only a single occupant. A woman with goat horns and eyes, desperately trying to finish her master's final order of tools. Equipments: Besides the thick leathers worn by a blacksmith, Amitha wields a single dwarven hammer. It was made for smithing with a small steel head, though it had been enchanted with magic to weigh more than it would appear. Spike Spike Name: What Spike Spike Description: Possessing no noteworthy appearance, Cast Manifestation could be considered unique in how unassuming it is. It appears simply as a weathered nail. Spike Theme: "Smithing" Spike Abilities Reformation - By striking a solid material or object, the wielder can bend the struck area to whatever shape they can imagine. The complexity and amount of change determines how many strikes are needed to reform an object. This ability requires immense concentration, making it unsuitable for any combat application other than "warp struck area in some way". Omnilurgy - By striking two solid materials together, the wielder of Cast Manifestation can alloy them together even if the materials could otherwise not be combined. While this can confer a useful alloy, most combinations of materials create useless trash, unable to be used for even scrap. Personal Ability: Despite her inability to explain her processes, Amitha is a considerably skilled smith even without her spike. Her general lack of intelligence doesn't apply to smithing. She is one of the few sources of steel within the castle, though her process is too wasteful, long, and demanding to be considered of value. Her ability to fight is also fairly good, but it's obvious that it is entirely instinctual.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Bronze Castle's SpikeChapter 1 : The First King's Decree --- The dead speaks! Or so the goblin shamans would have one think. While their predictions varied, from the end of the world, to an apocalyptic disaster on their beer production, there was enough doom from all of them combined that it seemed taking an action to allay those fears was justified, even if its just cursory acknowledgement. Now, rather than a simple room and a captain they took orders from, a pub was made instead, serving as the King's own tavern and eatery while hosting a bounty board with collated jobs, handled by a staff dedicated to it. A show that, yes, the problems of the Castle aren't being ignored. The first of its kind, familiar to almost no one in the entire kingdom. It was almost no surprise then, during the group's first actual summons into it, it was entirely empty save for one person behind the main job counter, listlessly wiping a mug clean. "Huh, guess this isn't some elaborate prank after all." "Name's Runem, from clan Dregaul. Might need that if this place ever gets off and ya come see me more." She took a glance at the empty board, still pristine and fresh. "Ain't got nothing on the board at all, though one of the kobolds did ask for help." Runem slid a piece of sooty parchment onto the counter. It was badly written, but the important details were obvious. A farm on the outskirts needs help and they seemed desperate for it. "Up to ya if you accept it, ain't my business if ya don't. Heard there might be another person joining in soon too, something bout introductions." She turned to cleaning another mug, looking markedly disinterested in the group. The first of (hopefully) many requests, the Spikers introduction to what would be their hub of operations seemed lackluster to say the least. But still, they had a request, and it wasn't too far away. A good thing perhaps, for them to start getting to know each other better.</s> <\|message\|>Fyr There was a rather small looking figure standing in front of the counter, its head barely situated high up enough to see what was lying where on the counter comfortably. A reddish, leathery looking hand reached for the piece of parchment. The style those humans, kobolds and whatever they called themselves employed to put down their words had not lost its weirdness towards Fyr ever since he had seen it for the first time, and still the demon was convinced that he would be able to teach them a more efficient one. If they'd only listen... So a peasant needed help ? Fyr looked at the piece of bread in his hands he had just taken another bite off. Maybe they'd be able to get some particularly fresh one there if they'd do a good job ? The only problem was that the request was hopelessly unspecific, not stating any vital detail about the problem at hand. It could be a simple, boring one-man job or something that'd require a dozen elite warriors. "I'd wish they'd do a better job at preparing those requests..." Fyr commented, sighing. "So, any takers ? If so, consider myself a companion for this." The demon let go of a less than subtle grin. He knew that not everybody liked him. Some didn't by default, others only when he had pulled something off again that was flat-out wrong in their eyes. Fyr took another bite, then decided to stuff the humble remainder of the bread right into his mouth as well. "Does anybody know how far this farm is away from us ?"</s>	<\|message\|>Amitha Ain Smithing was good, honest work. Unfortunately for someone like Amitha, it wasn't enough to subside on. Most of the honest, simple crafts were easily handled by other smiths. Horse shoes were a nice, stable source of income. Unfortunately, such work was more often left to farriers who specialized in such a thing. The simple works were easily left with the other, cheaper blacksmiths. Long-term work was left to the smiths and craftsmen who could read contracts. This left her in a perilous predicament: unable to do meaningful amounts of both skillful and unskilled work. However, her skills could perhaps be leveraged in other ways. When news broke about jobs opening up to those who possessed special powers, Amitha knew she had an opportunity to make coin again. If she could get enough coins, she could finally sate her appetite instead of eating just enough to survive! So there she was: at a no name bar which had just opened. Did they even serve food there? Maybe. She was crouching in front of the bartop, her chin barely above the counter top. "What say?" She inquired as her arm stretched to point at the piece of paper.</s>
<\|description\|>Amitha Ain Race: Beastmorph - Goat Age: Amitha appears to be in her mid 20s. Her actual age is a mystery, as much of her life was spent as a goat. Sex: Female Appearance: Compared to the numerous small races of the Bronze Castle, Amitha stands out as a giant. At 6'0" (183 cm) and a toned build, she appears as more of a warrior than a smith. Besides that, she appears to be more human than any other race besides the markers of her previous form: large curved horns and wide pupils. Personality: While one may first view Amitha as a stoic warrior, she's much more of a curious soul. While a sense of duty and repayment often compels her to often help others, she's just as often spotted doing strange things to experience the process. In fact, one could consider her to be a certified moron. She often shoves inedible, spoiled, and toxic things in her mouth just to try it. While she has skill with blacksmithing--compounded by her spike--her skill with any complex tax besides that is sorely lacking. She's also illiterate, as goats often are. History: The lone blacksmith with a goat. He lived in solitude--far enough away that only patrols would stumble upon his smithy. Only the constant hammering gave any sign of his existence. He could make anything. Nails, horse shoes, weapons, tools, anything that could be made, he made. The hammering of his forge could be heard from some distance. He was a miserly man. Misanthropic to a fault, some would say. His eyes would only light up from two things: the glow of his forge and telling others of what his goat had been up to. Maybe he was just using the goat as an enthusiastic excuse to not speak about himself, but he really loved it. He would often tell others about "that time his goat ate an entire set of nails" or "his roof caved in because the goat ate the thatching." His--and his goat's--legacy was only cut short when he keeled over and died of old age while buying his month's worth of rations. But the hammering of the forge never stopped. Even with news of the dwarven smithmaster's death reaching every citizen of the Bronze Castle, the hammering continued. Of course, when guards inspected the smithy, there was only a single occupant. A woman with goat horns and eyes, desperately trying to finish her master's final order of tools. Equipments: Besides the thick leathers worn by a blacksmith, Amitha wields a single dwarven hammer. It was made for smithing with a small steel head, though it had been enchanted with magic to weigh more than it would appear. Spike Spike Name: What Spike Spike Description: Possessing no noteworthy appearance, Cast Manifestation could be considered unique in how unassuming it is. It appears simply as a weathered nail. Spike Theme: "Smithing" Spike Abilities Reformation - By striking a solid material or object, the wielder can bend the struck area to whatever shape they can imagine. The complexity and amount of change determines how many strikes are needed to reform an object. This ability requires immense concentration, making it unsuitable for any combat application other than "warp struck area in some way". Omnilurgy - By striking two solid materials together, the wielder of Cast Manifestation can alloy them together even if the materials could otherwise not be combined. While this can confer a useful alloy, most combinations of materials create useless trash, unable to be used for even scrap. Personal Ability: Despite her inability to explain her processes, Amitha is a considerably skilled smith even without her spike. Her general lack of intelligence doesn't apply to smithing. She is one of the few sources of steel within the castle, though her process is too wasteful, long, and demanding to be considered of value. Her ability to fight is also fairly good, but it's obvious that it is entirely instinctual.</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng had gotten a verbal message about a meeting point for Spikers for the King. A strange inn or bar where jobs would be posted and others would meet. Maybe even the King would show up at one point. The information didn't cause any noticeable excitement as he lumbered through the town to the building. It looked like any other type of inn, but served a greater purpose than sleep and food and drink. Possibly, they'd find out if it did or not. Opening the door he held the upper part of its frame and ducked inside, and remained hunched somewhat. This was not a building designed with the more giant of the minotaurs in mind. It wasn't any different from any other building not specifically built by his kind. Luckily a strong back was something he had. His crimson gaze scanned the people within, a male demon, a woman with horns, and a half-breed. He scanned Runem a moment, taking in the small minotaur features she had. A snort of steam came from him as he approached the counter. It was frowned on to produce half-breeds, but he had gotten his own fair share of shit for being different he wouldn't treat her the same way. She showed the ones present a piece of paper with frantic writing and vague details. Really just a cry for help and that it was one of the outlying farms. The half-breed behind the counter, Runem, mentioned another coming and introductions. Ugh...introductions... The demon said he'd tag along with whoever went on the job., Which currently was only three people present that wasn't doing anything. The horned woman...couldn't read. He wasn't the most well versed in words upon paper but at least he could get the basics! He sighed while rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his hand. "It's a request for help from an outlying farm of the city." He rumbled down to the crouching goat woman. That voice sounded like it could crumble a mountain from how deep it was.</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) _-.-_ -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ Enter an odd situation - youtu.be/EOttMZAaURE A room of colorful dissonance¡ A Tavern for king, bad decisions, and community service can have you question your life choices in more ways than one. Now a tavern requesting persons to aid the kingdom wasn't the worst idea. Now one could find themselves becoming more confident in taking up a mighty task with a sip of alcohol or simply becoming too inebriated to realize what they were signing up for. Either way Tash's stature of stupid seemingly would make him susceptible to the tavern's manipulation. Tash had passed the tavern before while it was under construction; he was being escorted by guards for a talk several months ago that led to a deal, "calm down on the hunts." He was let go, but as a additive to the deal he had to bring a deer to the local butcher shop "out of the goodness of your scaly heart." Now we was craving deer and the only way he could avoid trouble was to buy back the meet that he had bought the butcher. Fortunately the butcher caught wind of the coin that was being offered at the tavern. Tash pointed to the butcher asking him for work, but the butcher didn't need another had at the time. Now at the tavern, standing near the entrance door, a little too close, was Tash whom startled themselves. He had accidently shut the door behind them with a flick his tail after he entered. There around him were an assortment of strong looking individuals, that Tash felt a bit intimated by, but at least being in back made him feel more comfortable. Tash took note that the people in front of him; most of them were of races he had never see before. Were they like him Tash wondered recalling his odd past with waking up a naked lizard boi* in some abandoned place? Perhaps all of them had their own book and could help him understand how to pronounce 'cannybull's' for the "Cannibal's Curry" recipe. He took note of the huge Minotaur that he had followed into the building and took a side step to the right clearing way of the door entrance incase someone else would come in during his stay. He took in the pub for the first time admiring the barrels of alcohol packed behind Runem. While the other's were asking questions and making statements, Runem was cleaning out a mug that made Tash ask, "Was someone drinking before we came here?" Tash realized he had made his attention known more so now speaking up from the back and started looking away from everyone trying to receive less self educed embarrassment. Tash Tucked his clawed hands into his pockets and leaned back against the wall pinning his tail and spike between his shoulder blades waiting for a response.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnSome sort of pub... --- "That would be me." A voice replied to the inquisitive dragon-man. It was a soothing baritone, almost harmonic. Unnoticed by the other patrons, perhaps due to his patient stillness, or more likely the fact he decided to wear a dark hood and sit himself in the corner of the bar, was a hooded figure, enjoying a mug of fruity wine clutched by a pale hand wearing a glistening gem-bearing silver ring. Leaning on the bar next to him was some sort of long blade, wrapped meticulously in parchment. Swiftly, he finished the rest of his drink, allowing the wine to flow smoothly into his throat before placing the mug gently onto the counter. Standing up, he removed his hood, his white hair shimmering with his movement, before turning to face everyone else. A 6'4 Bright Elf bearing a mithril circlet and a soft expression. His eyes were closed, yet at the same time, it felt as if he were scrutinizing everyone else in the room. With a stroke of his chin and a nod, he lifted his blade up, bringing it to a harness attached to his belt. To those who were trained in the combat arts, it seemed that this elf moved with careful deliberation, almost efficiently. To others, he seemed... strange. Both fast and slow at the same time. Such was the nature of elves, whose entire body chemistry was slower than the younger races. "Galain Jinn." He spoke, revealing himself to be one of the few raiders who once served that freak of nature who almost brought down the Bronze Castle once more. "It seems that we are all gathered to this guild for the same reason. I'm sure you all have one of these, as well." Pulling back the sleeve from his left arm, Galain revealed his ring to everyone else. It wasn't quite hard to miss, and didn't even require him to pull his sleeve back in order to show it. However, the gesture would soon make sense as the stone inlaid within the ring began to glow, causing his finger to bleed. Scarlet strands trickled down to his bear arm, revealing that this ring was more than it appeared. Yes, it seemed the ring was spiked onto the elf.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Runem barely batted an eye at the strange ensemble of characters in front of her, not even the white minotaur. As the elf stood up, she turned her head. "5 coppers for that fruit wine. Don't run off and leave your debt unpaid, Muzkaag." Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted immediately by a loud crash into one of the windows. A moment of silence, before it opened abruptly and a feathery head popped in cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING!" An almost earshattering greetings for so early in the morning, but that was why harpies were often messengers; it was very hard to ignore one trying to tell you something. This one rubbed her slightly reddened nose, before bending forwards, letting the bag lower enough for her dexterous claws to rifle through the contents and picking out another sooty, badly scrawled letter. "Clan Wolfbane would like to add more to the request they posted here. They need help very soon. E..Enm... Enimy? Will come soon. Please help." Flipping the paper to make sure nothing else was written on it, the harpy bowed and took a running hop before flapping into the air, presumably to continue delivering more messages. "Hnngh... Why can't they just read the letters normally..." Runem picked up the cleaning cloth again. "Well, ya heard the bird. Sounds like introductions can wait. The farm is on the outskirts past the second tower to the west. Yeah, it's very out there, but one of them told me the soil was good there or something. Better get a move on." Whatever they did, it was obvious at least that they had to go right now. It was not just about accepting the job after all, it was about the people here as well. That farm succumbing from whatever ails it would mean not only would they not get paid, but the produce that would have come from it would not be feeding any hungry belly in the Castle, including theirs. When they made their way there, the well travelled, and well lived in looking areas quickly turned to jungle trails and thick foliage, filled with the usual cacophony of animals and creatures. The cool air and heady smell of the jungle, of the life living there combined to make a smell all of them would be familiar with. Here there was no civilization, only the cold brutal honesty of living. With nothing more threatening than a herd of armored rhinolike creatures scraping at tree barks with their forked horns in their path, they arrived at the farm with nary an incident. They could hear the farm long before they arrived, the yips and barks of the kobold language readily apparent as they approached. The guard at the edge of the farm let out a series of short clipped barks as soon as it saw them, echoed by several distant kobolds as it finishes. Running on all fours at them, it was wagging its tail furiously as it greeted them. "Hail friend. Come help? See note? Help us?" Every word was barked out, the guard looking hopefully at them. Behind them lied the farm, a relatively wide flat area where small shrubs bearing purple hooked fruits was planted in a line. A furhook berry farm, it seemed.</s>	<\|message\|>Amitha Ain Well, the explanation of the large cowman didn't help. It was just to help them. Still, the arrival of more friends was sure to make this job go weller! Weller? Gooder? Whatever, it didn't matter. When the elf-man put the ring on and injured himself, Amitha was confused. Why did he have a ring that just injured himself? Was he one of those mass of chists she heard people around town talk about? They liked pain, didn't they? Or maybe it was that they liked pans. Amitha liked pans too. Especially when they contained food. The arrival of a screaming harpy gave more information. Now the call of an enemy? That was something she could handle. All she had to do was hit it! Easy, problem solved. She was especially invigorated when she realized that farm meant food. If she did a good job, then she could get food! So she went with the rest of the group to the farm. Their journey was uneventful. The joyous guard kobold appeared to greet them when they appeared at the entrance. "Yes! Here to help!" Amitha told the guard with a big thumbs up.</s>
<\|description\|>Feng Race: Minotaur Age: 29 Sex: Male Appearance: Feng is a behemoth like most of his kind, standing above a good portion at a little over seven feet tall, no his horns don't count. His fur is a snow white in color, a bizarre look since his tribe is filled with nothing but dark furred minotaurs. Another anomaly are his eyes, a deep crimson in color. Upon his thick shoulder lies a mark in his fur, a pale blue trident-like mark. Like the rest of his tribe he is built like a monster, his muscle structure thick and heavy, built for work or fighting. When angry all his teeth are on display, rows of sharp chompers, so that's a sure sign to back up. Personality: Feng is a pragmatic being, anything of use is used with little waste. People, materials, food, it's all the same to him. He's also incredibly blunt, getting straight to the point of things or destroying flowery language in favor of a simple explanation. He has little patience for word-play and is quick to get physical when annoyed. A trait among his tribe to settle most things with a duel than to use word-based diplomacy. Feng in particular can be rather ornery, quick to bare his teeth to let others know of his anger. History: Feng is an oddity among his tribe, essentially an albino minotaur with a strange mark on his shoulder. No stories, tales, prophecies, or legends surrounded his birth. He was just a strange one, which lead to a more ornery than most adult. Quick to anger, quick to fight thanks to a rather rough childhood. He and his tribe had moved to the Bronze Castle in favor of settling down over their more nomadic lifestyle. His people offered some forms of crafting and offered plenty of a work force for hauling. That was what most of his tribe did, they hauled the ores and stone out of the mine since it was more efficient than having the smaller races do it. During one of his hauling trips Feng had been accosted by one of his old bullies, past grievances never being settled. Well during their duel to settle things the smaller minotaur in a fit of anger pulled out the Spike and jammed it into Feng's chest. Strangely it didn't kill him, but it actually drilled itself in until it was flush with his skin. The pain of it had actually driven Feng into a new rage and he had snapped the offenders neck using their own horns as handles. Death was rare, but it did happen in these duels and his killing was justified with his tribe. But what to do about this artifact in his chest? Pulling it out seemed like a terrible idea, leaving it in sounded even worse. It wasn't until they learned about Spikes in general that eased the white ones nerves a bit. But what did his do? During a personal hunt he had downed a strangely armored creature. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to be a meal and be dangerous with those digging claws. Despite its curling ability he could slip a blade between its shell pieces and he was able to avoid those deadly claws. With it dead he obviously ate it, not even bothering cooking it. While he ate he felt a tingle through his body and his Spike showed off what it could do. Now he was covered in the same armor plating as the beast had been. He could steal other beings strongest attributes and use them himself! So with this knowledge in mind, and his tribe knowing it as well, he decided to heed the call for Spiker's that the King had put out. Maybe it would gain his tribe some prestige, if not the money didn't sound bad at all and you couldn't have too much cash. Equipment: * Stone Axe: A rather large axe made of dark colored granite and tied with leather straps to a thick piece of wood. * Red Clothing: Traditional garb of his tribe, a long and red loincloth made of a thick cloth. * Red Tooth Bangle: A copper bangle wrapped in red cloth and decorated with the sharp teeth of his ancestors. Spike Spike Name: Aspect Thief Spike Description: A jet black spike that looks to be made of chitin. Along its surface are red pulsing veins, almost as if the spike had been shattered and repaired at one point. The spike is located dead center of his chest and seems to be constantly active judging by the glowing. Spike Theme: Stealing beneficial aspects from dead enemies to make the wielder better. Which also grants limited forms of shapeshifting of the physical body. Spike Abilities: * Absorbing Theft: As the name suggests after killing something he absorbs something from them by consuming a portion of their body. This applies to physical attributes only and redundant aspects do not compile together. The stronger one is taken while the weaker is cast off. (He can't eat 50 ogres and have 50 ogres worth of strength, it's just the strength of one ogre.) * Transformation: With his spike functioning he can change his body to better suit certain situations. He can cover his body in chitin armor for example, or get monstrous claws, cudgel-like hands, etc etc. The more, and different, creatures he eats and steals from the more complex forms he can change himself into. Currently only one aspect can be active at a time and it takes a moment to change between them. Having to revert to normal before changing again. Lesser beings also offer nothing of benefit, no extra speed from a normal rat and such. Personal Ability: * Crafting: He's not the best but he can craft weapons from wood, stone, and metal. The highest quality material he has used is copper, its softness making it easy to make a weapon with. * Disassembly: What one can make, one can also destroy. Eying weapons, and even some armors, he can figure out how to break it despite the material it's made from. Harder materials are just harder to break but share the same weak-points. * Fighting: Unlike most of his tribe he's more of a fighter than a craftsman or miner. Hand to hand, no weapons, few are able to best him thanks to his sheer strength, durability, and ferocity. Even some weapons don't provide much help against him once he gets in close.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Bronze Castle's SpikeChapter 1 : The First King's Decree --- The dead speaks! Or so the goblin shamans would have one think. While their predictions varied, from the end of the world, to an apocalyptic disaster on their beer production, there was enough doom from all of them combined that it seemed taking an action to allay those fears was justified, even if its just cursory acknowledgement. Now, rather than a simple room and a captain they took orders from, a pub was made instead, serving as the King's own tavern and eatery while hosting a bounty board with collated jobs, handled by a staff dedicated to it. A show that, yes, the problems of the Castle aren't being ignored. The first of its kind, familiar to almost no one in the entire kingdom. It was almost no surprise then, during the group's first actual summons into it, it was entirely empty save for one person behind the main job counter, listlessly wiping a mug clean. "Huh, guess this isn't some elaborate prank after all." "Name's Runem, from clan Dregaul. Might need that if this place ever gets off and ya come see me more." She took a glance at the empty board, still pristine and fresh. "Ain't got nothing on the board at all, though one of the kobolds did ask for help." Runem slid a piece of sooty parchment onto the counter. It was badly written, but the important details were obvious. A farm on the outskirts needs help and they seemed desperate for it. "Up to ya if you accept it, ain't my business if ya don't. Heard there might be another person joining in soon too, something bout introductions." She turned to cleaning another mug, looking markedly disinterested in the group. The first of (hopefully) many requests, the Spikers introduction to what would be their hub of operations seemed lackluster to say the least. But still, they had a request, and it wasn't too far away. A good thing perhaps, for them to start getting to know each other better.</s> <\|message\|>Fyr There was a rather small looking figure standing in front of the counter, its head barely situated high up enough to see what was lying where on the counter comfortably. A reddish, leathery looking hand reached for the piece of parchment. The style those humans, kobolds and whatever they called themselves employed to put down their words had not lost its weirdness towards Fyr ever since he had seen it for the first time, and still the demon was convinced that he would be able to teach them a more efficient one. If they'd only listen... So a peasant needed help ? Fyr looked at the piece of bread in his hands he had just taken another bite off. Maybe they'd be able to get some particularly fresh one there if they'd do a good job ? The only problem was that the request was hopelessly unspecific, not stating any vital detail about the problem at hand. It could be a simple, boring one-man job or something that'd require a dozen elite warriors. "I'd wish they'd do a better job at preparing those requests..." Fyr commented, sighing. "So, any takers ? If so, consider myself a companion for this." The demon let go of a less than subtle grin. He knew that not everybody liked him. Some didn't by default, others only when he had pulled something off again that was flat-out wrong in their eyes. Fyr took another bite, then decided to stuff the humble remainder of the bread right into his mouth as well. "Does anybody know how far this farm is away from us ?"</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain Smithing was good, honest work. Unfortunately for someone like Amitha, it wasn't enough to subside on. Most of the honest, simple crafts were easily handled by other smiths. Horse shoes were a nice, stable source of income. Unfortunately, such work was more often left to farriers who specialized in such a thing. The simple works were easily left with the other, cheaper blacksmiths. Long-term work was left to the smiths and craftsmen who could read contracts. This left her in a perilous predicament: unable to do meaningful amounts of both skillful and unskilled work. However, her skills could perhaps be leveraged in other ways. When news broke about jobs opening up to those who possessed special powers, Amitha knew she had an opportunity to make coin again. If she could get enough coins, she could finally sate her appetite instead of eating just enough to survive! So there she was: at a no name bar which had just opened. Did they even serve food there? Maybe. She was crouching in front of the bartop, her chin barely above the counter top. "What say?" She inquired as her arm stretched to point at the piece of paper.</s>	<\|message\|>Feng Feng had gotten a verbal message about a meeting point for Spikers for the King. A strange inn or bar where jobs would be posted and others would meet. Maybe even the King would show up at one point. The information didn't cause any noticeable excitement as he lumbered through the town to the building. It looked like any other type of inn, but served a greater purpose than sleep and food and drink. Possibly, they'd find out if it did or not. Opening the door he held the upper part of its frame and ducked inside, and remained hunched somewhat. This was not a building designed with the more giant of the minotaurs in mind. It wasn't any different from any other building not specifically built by his kind. Luckily a strong back was something he had. His crimson gaze scanned the people within, a male demon, a woman with horns, and a half-breed. He scanned Runem a moment, taking in the small minotaur features she had. A snort of steam came from him as he approached the counter. It was frowned on to produce half-breeds, but he had gotten his own fair share of shit for being different he wouldn't treat her the same way. She showed the ones present a piece of paper with frantic writing and vague details. Really just a cry for help and that it was one of the outlying farms. The half-breed behind the counter, Runem, mentioned another coming and introductions. Ugh...introductions... The demon said he'd tag along with whoever went on the job., Which currently was only three people present that wasn't doing anything. The horned woman...couldn't read. He wasn't the most well versed in words upon paper but at least he could get the basics! He sighed while rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his hand. "It's a request for help from an outlying farm of the city." He rumbled down to the crouching goat woman. That voice sounded like it could crumble a mountain from how deep it was.</s>
<\|description\|>Feng Race: Minotaur Age: 29 Sex: Male Appearance: Feng is a behemoth like most of his kind, standing above a good portion at a little over seven feet tall, no his horns don't count. His fur is a snow white in color, a bizarre look since his tribe is filled with nothing but dark furred minotaurs. Another anomaly are his eyes, a deep crimson in color. Upon his thick shoulder lies a mark in his fur, a pale blue trident-like mark. Like the rest of his tribe he is built like a monster, his muscle structure thick and heavy, built for work or fighting. When angry all his teeth are on display, rows of sharp chompers, so that's a sure sign to back up. Personality: Feng is a pragmatic being, anything of use is used with little waste. People, materials, food, it's all the same to him. He's also incredibly blunt, getting straight to the point of things or destroying flowery language in favor of a simple explanation. He has little patience for word-play and is quick to get physical when annoyed. A trait among his tribe to settle most things with a duel than to use word-based diplomacy. Feng in particular can be rather ornery, quick to bare his teeth to let others know of his anger. History: Feng is an oddity among his tribe, essentially an albino minotaur with a strange mark on his shoulder. No stories, tales, prophecies, or legends surrounded his birth. He was just a strange one, which lead to a more ornery than most adult. Quick to anger, quick to fight thanks to a rather rough childhood. He and his tribe had moved to the Bronze Castle in favor of settling down over their more nomadic lifestyle. His people offered some forms of crafting and offered plenty of a work force for hauling. That was what most of his tribe did, they hauled the ores and stone out of the mine since it was more efficient than having the smaller races do it. During one of his hauling trips Feng had been accosted by one of his old bullies, past grievances never being settled. Well during their duel to settle things the smaller minotaur in a fit of anger pulled out the Spike and jammed it into Feng's chest. Strangely it didn't kill him, but it actually drilled itself in until it was flush with his skin. The pain of it had actually driven Feng into a new rage and he had snapped the offenders neck using their own horns as handles. Death was rare, but it did happen in these duels and his killing was justified with his tribe. But what to do about this artifact in his chest? Pulling it out seemed like a terrible idea, leaving it in sounded even worse. It wasn't until they learned about Spikes in general that eased the white ones nerves a bit. But what did his do? During a personal hunt he had downed a strangely armored creature. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to be a meal and be dangerous with those digging claws. Despite its curling ability he could slip a blade between its shell pieces and he was able to avoid those deadly claws. With it dead he obviously ate it, not even bothering cooking it. While he ate he felt a tingle through his body and his Spike showed off what it could do. Now he was covered in the same armor plating as the beast had been. He could steal other beings strongest attributes and use them himself! So with this knowledge in mind, and his tribe knowing it as well, he decided to heed the call for Spiker's that the King had put out. Maybe it would gain his tribe some prestige, if not the money didn't sound bad at all and you couldn't have too much cash. Equipment: * Stone Axe: A rather large axe made of dark colored granite and tied with leather straps to a thick piece of wood. * Red Clothing: Traditional garb of his tribe, a long and red loincloth made of a thick cloth. * Red Tooth Bangle: A copper bangle wrapped in red cloth and decorated with the sharp teeth of his ancestors. Spike Spike Name: Aspect Thief Spike Description: A jet black spike that looks to be made of chitin. Along its surface are red pulsing veins, almost as if the spike had been shattered and repaired at one point. The spike is located dead center of his chest and seems to be constantly active judging by the glowing. Spike Theme: Stealing beneficial aspects from dead enemies to make the wielder better. Which also grants limited forms of shapeshifting of the physical body. Spike Abilities: * Absorbing Theft: As the name suggests after killing something he absorbs something from them by consuming a portion of their body. This applies to physical attributes only and redundant aspects do not compile together. The stronger one is taken while the weaker is cast off. (He can't eat 50 ogres and have 50 ogres worth of strength, it's just the strength of one ogre.) * Transformation: With his spike functioning he can change his body to better suit certain situations. He can cover his body in chitin armor for example, or get monstrous claws, cudgel-like hands, etc etc. The more, and different, creatures he eats and steals from the more complex forms he can change himself into. Currently only one aspect can be active at a time and it takes a moment to change between them. Having to revert to normal before changing again. Lesser beings also offer nothing of benefit, no extra speed from a normal rat and such. Personal Ability: * Crafting: He's not the best but he can craft weapons from wood, stone, and metal. The highest quality material he has used is copper, its softness making it easy to make a weapon with. * Disassembly: What one can make, one can also destroy. Eying weapons, and even some armors, he can figure out how to break it despite the material it's made from. Harder materials are just harder to break but share the same weak-points. * Fighting: Unlike most of his tribe he's more of a fighter than a craftsman or miner. Hand to hand, no weapons, few are able to best him thanks to his sheer strength, durability, and ferocity. Even some weapons don't provide much help against him once he gets in close.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul Runem barely batted an eye at the strange ensemble of characters in front of her, not even the white minotaur. As the elf stood up, she turned her head. "5 coppers for that fruit wine. Don't run off and leave your debt unpaid, Muzkaag." Whatever else she was going to say was interrupted immediately by a loud crash into one of the windows. A moment of silence, before it opened abruptly and a feathery head popped in cheerfully. "GOOD MORNING!" An almost earshattering greetings for so early in the morning, but that was why harpies were often messengers; it was very hard to ignore one trying to tell you something. This one rubbed her slightly reddened nose, before bending forwards, letting the bag lower enough for her dexterous claws to rifle through the contents and picking out another sooty, badly scrawled letter. "Clan Wolfbane would like to add more to the request they posted here. They need help very soon. E..Enm... Enimy? Will come soon. Please help." Flipping the paper to make sure nothing else was written on it, the harpy bowed and took a running hop before flapping into the air, presumably to continue delivering more messages. "Hnngh... Why can't they just read the letters normally..." Runem picked up the cleaning cloth again. "Well, ya heard the bird. Sounds like introductions can wait. The farm is on the outskirts past the second tower to the west. Yeah, it's very out there, but one of them told me the soil was good there or something. Better get a move on." Whatever they did, it was obvious at least that they had to go right now. It was not just about accepting the job after all, it was about the people here as well. That farm succumbing from whatever ails it would mean not only would they not get paid, but the produce that would have come from it would not be feeding any hungry belly in the Castle, including theirs. When they made their way there, the well travelled, and well lived in looking areas quickly turned to jungle trails and thick foliage, filled with the usual cacophony of animals and creatures. The cool air and heady smell of the jungle, of the life living there combined to make a smell all of them would be familiar with. Here there was no civilization, only the cold brutal honesty of living. With nothing more threatening than a herd of armored rhinolike creatures scraping at tree barks with their forked horns in their path, they arrived at the farm with nary an incident. They could hear the farm long before they arrived, the yips and barks of the kobold language readily apparent as they approached. The guard at the edge of the farm let out a series of short clipped barks as soon as it saw them, echoed by several distant kobolds as it finishes. Running on all fours at them, it was wagging its tail furiously as it greeted them. "Hail friend. Come help? See note? Help us?" Every word was barked out, the guard looking hopefully at them. Behind them lied the farm, a relatively wide flat area where small shrubs bearing purple hooked fruits was planted in a line. A furhook berry farm, it seemed.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain Well, the explanation of the large cowman didn't help. It was just to help them. Still, the arrival of more friends was sure to make this job go weller! Weller? Gooder? Whatever, it didn't matter. When the elf-man put the ring on and injured himself, Amitha was confused. Why did he have a ring that just injured himself? Was he one of those mass of chists she heard people around town talk about? They liked pain, didn't they? Or maybe it was that they liked pans. Amitha liked pans too. Especially when they contained food. The arrival of a screaming harpy gave more information. Now the call of an enemy? That was something she could handle. All she had to do was hit it! Easy, problem solved. She was especially invigorated when she realized that farm meant food. If she did a good job, then she could get food! So she went with the rest of the group to the farm. Their journey was uneventful. The joyous guard kobold appeared to greet them when they appeared at the entrance. "Yes! Here to help!" Amitha told the guard with a big thumbs up.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- Galain had almost replied to the Runem regarding the payment of his refreshments, or lack thereof, if not for the sudden outburst from the harpy messenger. Among Galain's few weaknesses, loud noise was one of them. Cringing in pain, Galain leaned onto the wall with his bloodied hand in order to support himself up. As he had done so, noticing that everyone's attention was towards the bird-brain, Galain relished this opportunity to clean his dirtied finger. He began by wiping the blood off of it, dragging it on the bar's walls like some sort of barbarian... not that anyone could tell off this primitive construction, anyway. "Ah... urgent, huh? I suppose we should get there quickly, then." Galain remarked, throwing his hood back on as he left for the door. Before he situated himself outside this not-so-fine establishment, however, Galain turned to the bartender once more, his fingers poised towards her in the shape of two pistols. "Just put that drink on my tab." He said, as if proud of his cheapness. One could even swear they saw a wink from his closed eyes. The trek for the farm was quite calming, if uneventful. Stereotypical of an elf, Galain quietly admired the more natural bits of the trail as they made their way into the wilder portions of the land. Birds chirping, leaves howling, horns scraping... An idyllic utopia came to mind in Galain's head, one where nature and civilization were one with each other. It filled Galain with a sense of longing to return to the Elf Kingdom. In the end, however, his new place was here, among beasts and monsters. Reaching the farm and meeting with the kobold guard, Galain nodded in agreement along with his horned companion. Was she a goat, or just a very strange minotaur? Eh, it didn't matter too much. He's sure introductions will be made more clearly as they completed their duty. Kneeling to the kobold, Galain scratched behind its ear reassuringly. He... still wasn't sure of the social norms of his monstrous neighbors, but he was quite confident in dealing with kobolds. He's owned a puppy before, after all. "Yes, we've received your message. Who's a good boy? That's right, you. What's going on? What do you need help with? Did someone fall down a well?"</s>	<\|message\|>Feng Feng's eyebrow quirked up when the harpy smashed into the side of the building face first. How she didn't destroy or flatten her nose he'd never know. Still more to the first message was given to the party, an enemy of some sort would be coming soon. I wonder how they know... He thought as the elf showed off his ring was in fact a Spike that did...something aside from just stabifying his finger. Then the half-breed spoke up to designate which farm it was, which was rather useful information since there were multiple farms with kobolds and other smaller races. Ducking out of the inn his hand swept to the side and plucked up a massive stone axe that was promptly laid across his shoulder for easier carrying. It was like a sharpened rock tied to a small tree! But he didn't need to use it because the trip to the farm was uneventful, a boring quick pace to get to the farm before whatever this enemy was got there first. The sounds of barks and yips were heard, kobold language. Something he couldn't be bothered to learn, seriously when would he ever chat with a kobold that didn't know common? The miniature guard came barreling towards them, looking hopeful as he asked if they were there to help and if they got the note. The horned woman replied positively, the elf replied positively as well and...treated the kobold like a common dog. A dull look turned to the elf before he shook his head. "What's the situation?" He questioned while looking down at the currently elf molested humanoid canine.</s>
<\|description\|>Feng Race: Minotaur Age: 29 Sex: Male Appearance: Feng is a behemoth like most of his kind, standing above a good portion at a little over seven feet tall, no his horns don't count. His fur is a snow white in color, a bizarre look since his tribe is filled with nothing but dark furred minotaurs. Another anomaly are his eyes, a deep crimson in color. Upon his thick shoulder lies a mark in his fur, a pale blue trident-like mark. Like the rest of his tribe he is built like a monster, his muscle structure thick and heavy, built for work or fighting. When angry all his teeth are on display, rows of sharp chompers, so that's a sure sign to back up. Personality: Feng is a pragmatic being, anything of use is used with little waste. People, materials, food, it's all the same to him. He's also incredibly blunt, getting straight to the point of things or destroying flowery language in favor of a simple explanation. He has little patience for word-play and is quick to get physical when annoyed. A trait among his tribe to settle most things with a duel than to use word-based diplomacy. Feng in particular can be rather ornery, quick to bare his teeth to let others know of his anger. History: Feng is an oddity among his tribe, essentially an albino minotaur with a strange mark on his shoulder. No stories, tales, prophecies, or legends surrounded his birth. He was just a strange one, which lead to a more ornery than most adult. Quick to anger, quick to fight thanks to a rather rough childhood. He and his tribe had moved to the Bronze Castle in favor of settling down over their more nomadic lifestyle. His people offered some forms of crafting and offered plenty of a work force for hauling. That was what most of his tribe did, they hauled the ores and stone out of the mine since it was more efficient than having the smaller races do it. During one of his hauling trips Feng had been accosted by one of his old bullies, past grievances never being settled. Well during their duel to settle things the smaller minotaur in a fit of anger pulled out the Spike and jammed it into Feng's chest. Strangely it didn't kill him, but it actually drilled itself in until it was flush with his skin. The pain of it had actually driven Feng into a new rage and he had snapped the offenders neck using their own horns as handles. Death was rare, but it did happen in these duels and his killing was justified with his tribe. But what to do about this artifact in his chest? Pulling it out seemed like a terrible idea, leaving it in sounded even worse. It wasn't until they learned about Spikes in general that eased the white ones nerves a bit. But what did his do? During a personal hunt he had downed a strangely armored creature. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to be a meal and be dangerous with those digging claws. Despite its curling ability he could slip a blade between its shell pieces and he was able to avoid those deadly claws. With it dead he obviously ate it, not even bothering cooking it. While he ate he felt a tingle through his body and his Spike showed off what it could do. Now he was covered in the same armor plating as the beast had been. He could steal other beings strongest attributes and use them himself! So with this knowledge in mind, and his tribe knowing it as well, he decided to heed the call for Spiker's that the King had put out. Maybe it would gain his tribe some prestige, if not the money didn't sound bad at all and you couldn't have too much cash. Equipment: * Stone Axe: A rather large axe made of dark colored granite and tied with leather straps to a thick piece of wood. * Red Clothing: Traditional garb of his tribe, a long and red loincloth made of a thick cloth. * Red Tooth Bangle: A copper bangle wrapped in red cloth and decorated with the sharp teeth of his ancestors. Spike Spike Name: Aspect Thief Spike Description: A jet black spike that looks to be made of chitin. Along its surface are red pulsing veins, almost as if the spike had been shattered and repaired at one point. The spike is located dead center of his chest and seems to be constantly active judging by the glowing. Spike Theme: Stealing beneficial aspects from dead enemies to make the wielder better. Which also grants limited forms of shapeshifting of the physical body. Spike Abilities: * Absorbing Theft: As the name suggests after killing something he absorbs something from them by consuming a portion of their body. This applies to physical attributes only and redundant aspects do not compile together. The stronger one is taken while the weaker is cast off. (He can't eat 50 ogres and have 50 ogres worth of strength, it's just the strength of one ogre.) * Transformation: With his spike functioning he can change his body to better suit certain situations. He can cover his body in chitin armor for example, or get monstrous claws, cudgel-like hands, etc etc. The more, and different, creatures he eats and steals from the more complex forms he can change himself into. Currently only one aspect can be active at a time and it takes a moment to change between them. Having to revert to normal before changing again. Lesser beings also offer nothing of benefit, no extra speed from a normal rat and such. Personal Ability: * Crafting: He's not the best but he can craft weapons from wood, stone, and metal. The highest quality material he has used is copper, its softness making it easy to make a weapon with. * Disassembly: What one can make, one can also destroy. Eying weapons, and even some armors, he can figure out how to break it despite the material it's made from. Harder materials are just harder to break but share the same weak-points. * Fighting: Unlike most of his tribe he's more of a fighter than a craftsman or miner. Hand to hand, no weapons, few are able to best him thanks to his sheer strength, durability, and ferocity. Even some weapons don't provide much help against him once he gets in close.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain "Anenome!" Amitha let out as her war cry. However, she wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith. Even then, that was a tenuous claim. Usually, an intelligent fighter would perhaps funnel the enemy. Use their numbers against them. Deploy a form of tactics that would ensure that the line is held and the bird beasts are left dazed and confused. So of course, what Amitha did was pick up the knocked out bird beast by the throat and swung it around as a weapon. She was a goat, damn it. Not a thinker. The only thing she could think about was how many of these birds she could eat when this was all over!</s> <\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) The elf took out the goose monster swiftly just to have a hoard-more spawn out of the bushes nearby. Kobolds in a line to defend, elf ran off to continue to flex his practiced talents, and Amitha armed herself with the recently knocked out goose. Tash watched Feng start shaking his head again and began to think it was some kind of thinking gesture, after all Feng seemingly kept doing it before some of his actions. Tash mimicked Feng before Feng ran off with the others. Tash ran in as some of the stray geese began getting really close to the crops. Running in a line between the billed birbs Tash reached out grabbing neck after neck creating a upside down bouquet under his right arm clamping on to their necks, collecting about five of them. They flailed smacking him and each other wildly while biting at what they could reach; arms and Tash's side. Tash's scales helped with most the pain, but it didn't negate not feeling little blunt smacks. The front of his shirt got scratched up where a stray webbed foot managed to get his chest, leaving a smol gash on his chest. It wasn't easily tolerable, but still noticeable, his belly side was not as rough as most of his body. A gooooose had managed to reach the crops began scooping up a onion, head to the sky, trying to let gravity make it fall into its gullet. Tash super man style stretched his left arm infront--- thumbs up while shaking his head, before leaping at the distracted birb with his mouth open catching the birb with his mouth with a forceful yet controlled bite locking it in place to not bite any further hurting it. "Gotcha enimey!" went through Tash's head has he was still flying off the ground goose shaking like a flag. Unforchantely Tash landed sliding into the crops serval feet leaving a land trail with onions sprayed about. To make matters worse the muddy ground grabbed on to Tash's feet as his velocity slowed and suddenly had him fall front side. Tash heard a crunch in his mouth. Tash continuing to hold the bird dropped the one from his mouth to see he had killed it by mistake.</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul The jungle was not merciful to the weak, or those unable to work together. Angry barks filled the air, with intermitted yips and yaps. The kobolds at the outer perimeters was already swarmed, though mostly from the birds rushing in a feeding frenzy rather than attacking them directly. The staggered lines hit them first, thinning their numbers, but there was still too much for the kobolds to handle, the final shield wall bristling with the better equipped chief and his retinue looking to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. But that was why they were here. Spikers of a newly formed group, gathered for their abilities and their resonance with the strange magical objects. The elf was classically trained, and certainly mere birds weren't any match for him. Beautiful arced swings flashed out, slicing though their small bodies with ease. In numbers however, they were approaching faster than he could kill. He took a hits here and there, from several birds, but with his robe taking the brunt of the damage, he would probably only be bruised if that. Amitha was less refined, simply charging into the fray like an angry goat, swinging wildly at the crazed birds. Perhaps not the best of tactics, but it worked well enough for the birds as she simply plowed through them. Sturdy hammer broke bird bones easily, and swinging around another weapon, even if it be the body of another bird, ensured that any she hit with it will at least be stunned for a moment, easy prey for any nearby kobolds. Effective, but without a doubt a painful one as several birds managed to kick and bite her. The minotaur was barely phased by any of the birds' attacks, with his sheer mass and his chitinous coverings. Blood and gore splattered in a crescent arc as he swung his massive stone axe through the horde. It was enough that the kobolds fighting around them tried to give him a wide berth. Like a rock against which the waves crashed, his resolute presence was enough to cow even the frenzied birds, slowing down the rush in his area. Tash didn't fare as well however. Falling down onto the mud after killing one, he was immediately trampled upon by the horde of birds with no more resistance. At least the birds were more interested in the crops than actually tearing him apart. The tide was holding for the moment, but it now seemed that the farm was more in danger of being trampled rather than being eaten by this point, as the sheer number of their enemy threatened to simply wash over them. "Snagtoothed bill. Grows frenzied when small flocks amass, triggering a change to lead them to devour everything they could before breeding and laying eggs before dying." A clear voice rang out from behind the Spikers, as a snagtooth flew through the air, crashing onto a group of them so hard their bodies ruptured. A small figure just a bit taller than the average kobold walked carefully past the chief's shield wall. "Killing them all would be a monumental endeavor for this few men. Fire would both frighten and repel them." A helpful revelation, and indeed there were a few extinguished campfire as they entered the farm, but those now was filled with angry honking snagtooths smothering any chance of it being ignited in the chaos. Would it be worth leaving their front and risking the kobold lines be overwhelmed to light up the fires, or would they just stay and try to weather out the horde of birds? After all, surely there can't be that many birds?</s>	<\|message\|>Feng Feng wasn't really surprised by the fragility of the birds. Despite not seemingly able to fly their bones were still hollowed. Speed was on their side, not endurance. Still, their speed didn't help when he was used to attacking things smaller than him, those low sweeps nearly brushed the ground and the avians weren't very bright. They didn't jump they just tried to dart past him before getting splattered on the broad side of his stone axe. It they were tougher using the broadside of his weapon wouldn't work nearly as well as it did. But despite his efforts, and the efforts of the others, there was still an oncoming tide of these birds. But a voice spoke up from behind, the birds were snagtoothed bills, and they didn't seem to like fire. "Well you seem to have time, start a damned fire then." He called back. Well he could start one as well without leaving his 'post' really. Reaching back he pulled what looked like an ordinary stone from his satchel. It was flint to those who know it, a stone that made sparks easily. Since his zone was quieter than the others he got the chance to even do that without too much focus. Still he ran the stone across his immense teeth quickly, sending a shower of sparks on his stone axe. The leather was always well oiled to prevent it from rotting, the fat and feathers from the birds helped make it more flammable. A few more rasps and his weapon was alight, a vast torch of stone, leather, and wood. Unfortunately for the snagtooths...feathers were very flammable. Each new blow made the feathered fiends catch fire and land elsewhere. A shame so much meat was being potentially wasted.</s>
<\|description\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) -\| ƬᎯ⟆Ꮒ \|- -_._- \|\| \| \| /__\ Enter an odd situation - youtu.be/EOttMZAaURE What are we doing? - youtu.be/9F70KrO0XZ0 Race: Beast Morph Komodo Dragon Age: Tash visually looks like a young adult. Some features like around his eyes is darker, slightly wrinkled, and baggy that make him look older, but these features come from his animal side with a mix of never sleeping enough*. Sex: Hermaphrodite Appearance: 5'4" in height, tail just as long Amber colored eyes, visible capillaries in irises, forked yellow tongue, digitigrade feet, covered in dark grey scales excluding face biceps and most of the chest. White hair. covered in dark grey scales excluding face biceps and most of the chest. Personality: His mouth sometimes can't keep up with his mind, making him come off like a total bimbo sometimes. He can start talking about several things at once, and can make things worse in transition to trying to focus the words. Beyond his interests he tries to act like he's keeping up with what's around him given his lack of mannerisms. Seems to be thinking of something else. Screaming had echoed within a empty building. There sat upon remains of a small wooden animal cage, bones of several types of small creatures, and fecal matter, was Tash. The place seems to have been abandoned, with other kinds of creatures in cages with a assortment of being alive or dead. There were a few piles of dead rats on the floor being consumed by their kin. The rats actually trapped by the rat-traps were at the bottom of the piles, had rotted away long ago. After long Tash had gathered themselves, turning confusion and fear into bored contempt. Tash made a mess of bottled taxidermies and miscellaneous substances in containers. Upon a time of rest Tash could recall a females voice in their head. It turned into a memory of a hooded figure who would rummage around this room along with repeating several sentences for hours. They would hunch over serval books upon a rickety table. The memory would fade along with Tash's attempts at repeating the words of the women. The period that Tash spent in the building would last over two days and within that span he started piling like things together. Going through the building he had eaten some animals, while freeing the remaining ones. While investigating the books he came across a bestiary with several pages soaked in rat piss, others just missing. It depicted illustrations of some local fauna and races that included wolves, rabbits, deer, goblins, kobolds, and harpies. The rest of that book, intact, was written and harder for Tash to get interested in. There was a flight of stairs up and out of the basement. Upstairs, the rest of the house, was dim, dirty, and cold. It was nearly baron beyond furniture and essentials. It lacked personality and the soul of someone living within. Enough time passed forcing Tash to leave the house in search of food in a nearby forest. He ventured in directionless besides for his hunger driving him forward. He would hunt and bring game back to the hut. One day guards caught word there had been a reduced amount of deer in an area and went to investigate. On a trail Tash had been laying in a bush next to some deer tracks. Guards of the Castle happened to be marching in Tash's direction. As the men came within 20 feet of Tash, he decided to booked it after they had passed. One of the guards noticed and they apprehended Tash for questioning. . . Equipments: -Cook Book: You are stew! (Philosophy and cannibalism suggestive) -Arcane Book: (is it in a common language? If so TASH still needs to learn it!) -Thin cotton clothes Cook books to Wizardry. Tash had collected and kept several items from his "house" and from help of the people he's come acrossed. Tash normally is a foody with the metabolism to match. After developing his interest of wizardry Tash has lost them selves at times in their study sometimes starving themselves. Tash has also been found to neglect their interest in cooking when studying magic, leaving food to rot in their home. Spike Description: Tash discovered the spike during his time in the hut; when he first woke up as a beastmorph. It was piercing through his tail, which was inflamed. It was a foot in length with its ends revealing out the top and bottom. Beyond being engraved, it was made of some odd tinted metal that appears to be made of steel? with a purple glint to it. The metal looks as if it were cut hastily leaving sharp burrs. Spike Theme: "Falling" Spike Abilities: Your first ability is the ability to drop down towards earth, with more momentum and impact the higher you drop from. This will also strongly counteract any damage you might have taken from dropping down from heights that would usually injure you, up to a 10m for now. Any more than that, and you might start getting injuries from the fall damage. Activating it will stop any forwards momentum and immediately plunge you to earth. Second is the ability to affix any single item, including yourself in the air. Items affixed will not move around, nor can you fly with it. Throwing it in the air to get a greater distance will only give you about two feet of reach before it fixes itself in the air. Items (or you) affixed in the air can get knocked out of position and cancel the skill if someone hits it or you hard enough. While your energy drains slowly based on the size of the object you affix to the air, you can activate your first ability any time to make any affixed object plunge to earth with the same effects. Personal Ability: -bacteria and venom in its saliva can kill a hooman within a few days. The venom prevents the blood from clotting, which causes massive blood loss and induces shock. -powerful sense of smell: can smell carrion, or rotting flesh, up to 2.5 miles (4 kilometers) away. It uses its long, yellow, forked tongue to sample the air. -poor vision in dim light. -smaller hearing range than humans: cannot hear sounds like low-pitched voices or high- pitched screams -resistance to bacteria and venom -sharp teeth</s> <\|message\|>Runem McDregaul With the beast slain thus, it seemed all would be fine and done. Of course, nothing was truly that easy. But it was not so, true these small flightless birds were a menace to kobolds, and anyone who had experience with them knew that the rows of serrated teeth on its beak while able to tear through flesh was more for tearing through tough fruit skins. The real danger these birds posed would be through their legs, with powerful kicks able to bruise and even break bones if one was not wary. That, and their numbers. Almost immediately the brush broke into a flurry of honking birds, rushing towards the farms. By now the staggered formations of the kobold would have made sense; without the advantage of size and weight, a proper battle line would just result in them being knocked over and overrun immediately. Staggered, they could slay what they could, leaving those who rushed past them to those behind them, and hopefully thin them enough that none remained alive to reach the crops. A wave of the birds crested over them, a veritable mob of angry honking and birds. Whatever tactics they used, it was clear they needed to thin the birds number quickly if they didn't fancy being kicked around.</s> <\|message\|>Galain Jinn Galain JinnKobold Farms --- No sooner did Galain realize what he had done was a mistake until after completing his initial swing. His sensitive ears picked up the rustling quite easily, but he did not realize such rustling was indicative of something much worse to come. As such, he was at the forefront of the horde of raptors. A disadvantageous position for sure had it not been for his proficiency with the blade and his specific quirk. One of his eyes opened, revealing a glint of determination as he once again placed his hand on his blade. Like a flash of thunder, his blade withdrew from its sheath as he swiped at the oncoming wave of birb. To the kobolds, as well as to the rest of his party, the rapid swings of his blade appeared as if he was fashioning a silver net to contain a portion of the horde from advancing. In actuality, Galain was performing a simple swinging exercise, one that was meant to target every single potential opening from an opponent. As he swung his blade, Galain also kept his feet rooted to the ground. He had chosen to rely not on his frail Elven toughness, but instead the passive ability of his spike. With a standing offense and a hardy stance, Galain was sure he would not be trampled by the likes of these feathered menaces!</s> <\|message\|>Feng Feng watched the interaction between elf and kobold before shaking his head. Apparently they knew when the enemy would be coming so they were led further onto the farm. Here they met the kobold chief, but was he the overall chief or just chief of the kobolds on the farm? Sighing they were led to the edge of the farm where more of the little furry yappers were positioned in a staggered line. Well that was smart, they didn't have big shields or a particularly powerful figure to hold up to a charge of...anything really. He always pictured kobolds to be hit and runners like goblins tended to be. Still the kobolds were growing more agitated before two ran out of the bushes, weapons in maws to use their canine bodies to really scamper. Were they scouts, were they leading the 'enimy' here? What was their purpose? Whatever, the giants eyes turned back towards the foliage just to see this little dinky bird creature come out and honk. He'd sigh, but he didn't forget that kobolds weren't much larger than this creature. What would be little baby cuts on him could be life-threatening wounds on the canines. The elf, Galain, approached the bird casually before whacking it across the head with his sheathed sword. Feng approached the downed animal and picked it up by its neck between his finger and thumb. He didn't get time to examine it when even more of the little feathered vermin rushed out of the foliage. Okay, the bird was a flock animal...a big flock. Dropping the first one to appear back to the ground his axe left his shoulder and was swept low across the ground with a single muscular arm. That sweep alone took out four of the little rushing creatures. their bodies weren't cut in twain as if it were a sword or even a metal axe. They were splattered and broken from the force of the blow, the stone axe acting more like a cudgel than a cutting took. His hand shifted, turning the weapon at the end of his controlled swing before it came back for another powerful sweep into the crowd of honking birds.</s> <\|message\|>Amitha Ain "Anenome!" Amitha let out as her war cry. However, she wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith. Even then, that was a tenuous claim. Usually, an intelligent fighter would perhaps funnel the enemy. Use their numbers against them. Deploy a form of tactics that would ensure that the line is held and the bird beasts are left dazed and confused. So of course, what Amitha did was pick up the knocked out bird beast by the throat and swung it around as a weapon. She was a goat, damn it. Not a thinker. The only thing she could think about was how many of these birds she could eat when this was all over!</s>	<\|message\|>Damocles Demise (A familiar voice echoed) The elf took out the goose monster swiftly just to have a hoard-more spawn out of the bushes nearby. Kobolds in a line to defend, elf ran off to continue to flex his practiced talents, and Amitha armed herself with the recently knocked out goose. Tash watched Feng start shaking his head again and began to think it was some kind of thinking gesture, after all Feng seemingly kept doing it before some of his actions. Tash mimicked Feng before Feng ran off with the others. Tash ran in as some of the stray geese began getting really close to the crops. Running in a line between the billed birbs Tash reached out grabbing neck after neck creating a upside down bouquet under his right arm clamping on to their necks, collecting about five of them. They flailed smacking him and each other wildly while biting at what they could reach; arms and Tash's side. Tash's scales helped with most the pain, but it didn't negate not feeling little blunt smacks. The front of his shirt got scratched up where a stray webbed foot managed to get his chest, leaving a smol gash on his chest. It wasn't easily tolerable, but still noticeable, his belly side was not as rough as most of his body. A gooooose had managed to reach the crops began scooping up a onion, head to the sky, trying to let gravity make it fall into its gullet. Tash super man style stretched his left arm infront--- thumbs up while shaking his head, before leaping at the distracted birb with his mouth open catching the birb with his mouth with a forceful yet controlled bite locking it in place to not bite any further hurting it. "Gotcha enimey!" went through Tash's head has he was still flying off the ground goose shaking like a flag. Unforchantely Tash landed sliding into the crops serval feet leaving a land trail with onions sprayed about. To make matters worse the muddy ground grabbed on to Tash's feet as his velocity slowed and suddenly had him fall front side. Tash heard a crunch in his mouth. Tash continuing to hold the bird dropped the one from his mouth to see he had killed it by mistake.</s>
<\|description\|>Jon Taylor Age: 25 Appearance: Slightly shorter than average in terms of height, with a tanned complexion and brown hair and eyes. Personality: Jon has always been more interested in books than other people, and as such his social skills are less than perfect. However, he is skilled with technology. Though he rarely interacted with them (that was his brother's job), Jon is knowledgeable about the resurrected species on the island… at least, the ones that InGen showed to the public. About: Formerly an intern at Jurassic World, Jon was able to land the gig thanks to help from his twin brother Hunter, who worked as a handler for some of Isla Nublar's carnivorous species. However, two years ago, his brother was reassigned and Jon rarely saw or heard from him. In 2015, both brothers were on the island when the Indominus rex escaped her paddock. While Jon evacuated Isla Nublar without injury, Hunter was not so fortunate. Though the details were never fully disclosed by Masrani Global, Hunter was attacked and killed by an escaped carnivore in the northern part of the island. Now, almost a year later, Jon has been approached by an individual offering not only money and a chance to catalogue the dinosaurs, but to find closure for his brother's death.</s> <\|message\|>Jon Taylor Cupertino, California \| July 2016 Christ, it was hot. Reminded him of Costa Rica, minus the humidity. He could live with dry heat, at least. As he made his way to the meeting place, he checked his watch. 12:30. If his contact wasn't already there, they would be there soon. Jon picked up his pace. His eyes were drawn to an old, dilapidated ad on the side of a building. One half showed a parent and their child rolling in a Gyrosphere among grazing herbivores, while on the other was a snapshot of the Mosasaurus leaping from the water to snag a shark for a snack; in the center separating them was that familiar logo with a skeletal Tyrannosaurus. Jon stepped into the shop, and was greeted by a young barista. "Hi, there, what can I get you?" "Just a small iced coffee for now." He glanced around at the other patrons. None of them really stood out. But what was he expecting? His contact to look like some secret agent? "Mr. Taylor, I presume?" Jon turned to see a woman dressed in a simple blouse and slacks. She was tall, with a tanned complexion, and brown hair and eyes. "That's correct. And you are?" "All in good time, Mr. Taylor." "Please, Mr. Taylor was my father. Jon is fine." He paid for his coffee. "Are we waiting on someone else?"</s> <\|message\|>Agent Grey (Identity Hidden) Cupertino, California \| July 2016 'The contact is looking into the recent events surrounding the Island...' the message played as Agent Grey walked down the busy street, he wore a simple white button up dress shirt and shorts. Grey had a hand on the earpiece that was playing the message regarding his current mission: investigation on the conspiracies regarding Isle Nublar. The summer heat was sweltering as he made his way towards the meeting scheduled, rubbing his temples Grey looked around his surroundings. He couldn't see anything suspicious from behind his shades, yet his brown eyes were ringed with lines from lack of sleep. "Damn it," the agent sighed while crossing the street "Why do I always get a mission at the worst opportunity?" Grey frowned looking up to the familiar ad on a nearby building and shook his head "My daughter finally gets engaged and her old pops going to miss everything...I knew I should have become a fisherman like my father but nooooo!" reaching the coffee bar he made his way inside and looked around. The barista greeted him and he walked to the counter towards two people.</s> <\|message\|>Jon Taylor "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." The woman offered the agent a smile. "Mr. Grey, I presume. My name is Roberta Regis, but please Bobbi is just fine. Follow me, please." She led the two men to a table near the back of the shop, away from the other patrons, and sat down. "Let's get introductions out of the way. Mr. Grey, this is Jon Taylor, formerly an intern working at Jurassic World." She turned to Grey. "Mind introducing yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Agent Grey (Identity Hidden) "Harvey," the agent lied "Harvey Grey." Grey said offering Jon a handshake after he took his shades off "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Jon" Grey smiled creasing the lines under his eyes. He knew a little more about the man than he let on as he viewed files on the mans past even before Jon worked at Jurassic World.</s>	<\|message\|>Jon Taylor "Now, you're wondering why you're here," Regis said. "I represent a client who is very much interested in obtaining genetic samples of the resurrected species on Isla Nublar." Jon frowned. "Why? To make another theme park and sell more popcorn?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I understand why you say that," Regis said. "InGen and Masrani have exploited these animals since the very first dinosaur was cloned. And with files leaked by groups like the Dinosaur Protection Group and a hacker known as '8kun', I don't blame you. Illegal experimentation and cloning on Isla Sorna, dinosaurs trained or modified for the end goal of being used as living weapons... the list goes on. "However," she went on, "there have been some developments on Isla Nublar since the Indominus rex incident. Populations among many species are rapidly declining. Between a lack of the usual medical care and the amount of predators on the island, herbivore populations may fall back into extinction before the end of the year. The client I represent wishes to make a genetic catalogue of every species on the island, if possible." "For what goal?" "For the same reason that DNA samples from other species are preserved: to preserve biodiversity. These are magnificent animals that, regardless of the circumstances, are a part of our world now. My client plans on finding a suitable new home for the animals, cloning them, and then leaving them to their fate. Trust in nature, as John Hammond once said."</s>
<\|description\|>Julia "Juls" Banks Age: 14 Gender: Female Personality: Excitable and sociable, Juls has a zest for life and likes to think she's friends with everyone. She can laugh easily at herself, and it is hard to hurt her feelings because she is so slow to believe anyone is being deliberately mean. Her boundless confidence extends to those around her, and she has a knack for making others believe in themselves. A middle child at heart, she likes to keep the peace, and will never be the one to escalate a situation. Julia glides easily between friend groups, and makes a natural intermediary. Bio: Julia lives a privileged life in a comfortable family. Typically, she loves her brother Jacob dearly, and will joyfully tag along with him, even when she's not wanted. She tries to drag their other sister along, but she is too much of a quiet soul to get into much trouble. In school she does well in quizzes and tests and the like, but is known for missing homework, especially writing assignments. Appearance: Weapon: (Everyone will be able to become a Keyblade Wielder when the plot gets rolling. So go ahead and leave this blank until then.) Spells: (Similar to the Keyblade. You'll be learning these after the plot picks up, so feel free to leave this blank for now.) Abilities: (Attacks like Strike Raid or Sonic Blade can go in here, in addition to more passive abilities. But like with spells, leave it blank for now.)</s> <\|message\|>Erik Z. Osteriecher Jr. \| "Zacharius Eckert" ('Zack') Eyes opening as though pulled startlingly from a slumber, Zack felt himself plummeting head-first through what seemed an endless abyss of darkness. Panicked, he writhed and spun through the air with his best impression of catlike movement in the effort of correcting his position, hoping that his feet might find ground to land on. His hair began to fly upward, his helpless body feeling the acceleration of its descent into the unknown depths below. Faster and faster, it seemed each shift in his alignment exacerbated the sense of falling, until... Finally! He managed to set his feet below him; he at least stood some chance if he could just land on his feet. However, just as his body righted itself into a better landing posture, he felt the speed of his dive slow. He was no longer in a perilous free-fall; where he should have reach terminal velocity, a force began to counter his momentum. Rather than slamming in a knee-shattering impact, Zack slowly floated as if struck by a weightlessness. Gently, and beyond relieved, he set down softly upon a barely visible surface of an obscure material. As if activated by the pressing of his feet against it, the surface suddenly lit up with a sudden brightness with no apparent origin. Now bathed in the ethereal light, Zack could clearly see where, and what, he was standing upon. His eyes widened in disbelief. Firmly beneath his weight was a large, circular space, formed by what felt like a sort of stone, yet glowed similarly to stained glass filtering light. Set upon the surface was a massive scale, mosaic style work of art. Wanting a better view of the imagery, Zack stepped back several paces, faltering to regain balance as his heel landed upon a sudden nothingness. Shocked, he spun about, he peered downward. He let out a harsh gasp at the view... or lack thereof. The structure he was standing on was a sort of tower, or pillar, that spanned downward so far the that darkness surrounded it. Sighing out relief from this near miss, he turned back to view the mosaic more clearly. Familiar figures: himself and some of his classmates from school, were the focus of the design. Perplexed, he tread curiously toward the center of the pillar. "So much to do, but so little time..." A voice broke the eerie silence. Zack, flustered, looked around, drawing his fists in expectation. But there was no one else around. "...Take your time." Zack loosened up, and stopped for a second. The voice, he realized, was calling not from somewhere in the darkness, but from somewhere deep within himself. It was clear as his own thoughts, yet not his voice; familiar, yet foreign at the same time. "Walk forward..." "Can you do it?" The voice need not have asked; Zack, without hesitation, set his steps toward the center of the mosaic. Then came a quiver and a quake; it felt like the pillar was shaking. Zack adjusted, finding his balance enough to focus on what was happening before his eyes: three stone pedestals rose from the floor, somehow without breaking through the material of the mosaic. Each was bathed in its own light in addition to that which lit the pillar. Upon all three pedestals where items, weapons of sorts; one was a shield; the other a staff or wand; the third presented a sword. All three weapons bore the same emblem. "Choose." On instinct, Zack moved swiftly towards the pedestal bearing the the sword. He clasped it in a ceremonious fashion, as a knight might receive a gift from a king. He brandished the blade before himself, carefully inspecting it. While it hadn't seemed so at first glance, it was quite formidable up close. The blade was sharp, the tip pointed to perfection, the weight balanced and easily handled. Still, he felt a heaviness, though more so in his heart rather than his in arms or shoulders. "Power of the Warrior. Courageous strength. A sword destructive power." A duty? Responsibility? he wondered before another rumbling shook him, forcing him to abandon the pedestal. All three pedestals, as cleanly as they had emerged, sunk back into the floor. "There will be times you have to fight." "Now?" A cluster of shadows raced across the mosaic floor, homing in on Zack's position. As they drew closer, they rose from the floor into the forms of five, wild looking creatures, pure black, wide, sinister, yellow eyes. They split from each other, circling Zack like ravens eying their next meal. But Zack, without knowing it, could see clear what he needed to do. He gripped the hilt of his new sword firmly. As the first shadow pounced, he swung the blade up on a diagonal, slicing through the creature as it fell towards him; it's form dissipated into a black, smoke-like substance before vanishing completely. Zack turned, facing the other four shadows. Another made a leap towards him. Fluidly, he slashed the blade on a horizontal, cutting through it just as easily as the first. The third ran along the ground, sinking into the floor as it moved towards him, and then rising back up, scratching at Zack's leg. Gritting his teeth against the unexpectedly sharp pain, Zack pulled back, and dropped his blade, cutting through the beast. Two of the creatures now remained, and both, learning from the error of their three packmates, assailed Zack in unison, both running at him from the side. Zack quickly shifted to his left, putting space between himself and the shadow coming from his right, while thrusting the blade through the one on the left. The shadow dispersed, and Zack pulled the sword back, bashing the last shadow down with the pommel of the hilt, knocking it to the ground. The creature, flustered but not defeated, staggered in recovery from the hit. Wasting no time, Zack charged on the monster, driving the tip of the blade through its head. Feeling victorious for a moment, Zack breathed heavily in search of his breath. "The closer you get to the Light, the greater your shadow will become." On cue, another shadow appeared. This one, however, emerged from underneath Zack where he stood. "My shadow?" The shadow grew exponentially, rising from the ground, yellow eyes opening and glaring down upon the young warrior with malice. At least two stories tall, the hulking, muscular beast loomed over Zack and readied itself to strike. "No. No! No!" Zack wailed as the massive fist barreled into him, breaking his feeble attempt to block or parry the strike. He closed his eyes, shamed in the impending, overwhelming defeat. "But don't be afraid." Beneath his feet, Zack felt a strange oozy substance forming in a pool. Slowly, he began to sink into the shadows, while lashing out in a fruitless effort to escape. "And don't forget." He slashed and thrust as much as his arms could, but each cut his blade made into the shadows mended almost instantly, returning even stronger and ticker than before. "You hold the mightiest weapon of all." Zack tightened his closed eyes and held his breath as his head fell through the pool. Then, there came a complete silence, and finally, the voice calling one last time. "You are the ones, who will open The Door." ---------/--------- Zack awoke, his torso bolting up right as his eyes flew open in shock and fear. His face felt cold, and his body numb as he began to come fully awake. His senses, foggy at first, slowly returned to him. He heaved a deep breath, and looked around to confirm that he had indeed woken up. He craned his neck up at a sudden rattling, clanking noise above him. "The trains." He shifted to a seated position, setting his feet on the floor. and sank thoughtfully into the couch cushion. He had fallen asleep in the spot that he and friend often hung out at; "The Usual Spot" as they called it, tucked into a back alley of Twilight Town. "A dream?" he thought. He stood up, the weight of something upon his lap falling to the floor. He looked down, his train of thought broken. At his feet lay his Struggle Bat; he had been holding it even as he slept. He shook his head, dismissing the dream. He had no time to dwell it. Kneeling down, he grabbed the Struggle Bat, propping it over his shoulder as he headed out into the alley to train.</s> <\|message\|>Jacob Banks "Hrrm…" Jacob let's out as he takes in the strange environment he finds himself in. Under his feet, the ground seemed to be much like a giant mosaic. A giant mosaic that apparently contained a large, seemingly sleeping version of himself taking up a large portion of it. Other, familiar visages seemed to appear on the surface, the most prominent being those of his family. "So much to do, but so little time..." Breaking from his thoughts, Jacob glanced around as the voice entered his mind. Confusion ran through him as he couldn't see where it was coming from. "...Take your time." Weirdly, at best he could tell… it was coming from inside him. As if speaking through his very heart. A curious feeling, to be sure. "Walk forward..." "Can you do it?" Though an odd question, he felt no reason to go against what the voice had asked of him. With a slow stride forward, he approaches the center of the floor below him. As his foot fell upon the center, three pillars appeared around him. Upon each one held a particular item, which the voice confirmed as his eyes fell on each one. A sword. A shield. And a staff. "Choose." Hearing this, he takes one more look at each item. Jacob's eyes passed over the sword and shield quickly, but once they landed upon the staff, he found himself locked on the strange rod. Like it called to him the most. He reaches out, and takes the staff into his hands, his eyes catching the other two seeming to vanish with his choice. "There will be times you have to fight." As if to make it apparent that time is now, five small beings of shadow rose up out of black like ooze that had appeared on the floor. Instinctively, Jacob moved into a fighting stance with the staff. He held a more cautious stance, waiting for the creatures to make the first move. On cue, one lashes out to try and claw him. Reflexively, he takes a small side step before slamming the staff into the side of the creature's head. Defeated, Jacob sees the little shadow dissipate in its defeat. Adrenaline pumped through him, as both worry and a bit of excitement filled him. Again and again, the creatures tried to bring him harm. A few times, their claws would scratch into him. But even then, he would return these wounds with a strike of his own. Luckily, he seemed to be made of sterner stuff, as with but a few good hits each, they would fall and disappear into black mist. "The closer you get to the Light, the greater your shadow will become." Jacob could only watch as his own shadow seemed to expand, becoming bigger and bigger until it towered over him. It's yellow eyes glared down at him, as it raised its hulking fist back. Well. That escalated quickly. "But don't be afraid." The hulking beast of his shadow slammed into the ground. Dark seemed to spread out from the fist, cascading across the floor all around him. From this darkness, more and more of those smaller ones rose up, surrounding him. To make matters worse, he felt his balance falter as his body began to now sink into the dark abyss below him. "And don't forget. "You hold the mightiest weapon of all." And as the darkness was just finishing taking him completely under, he heard one final bit from the mysterious voice in his heart. "You are the ones who will open The Door." ———————— His eyes shooting open, Jacob finds himself in his room, laying on his bed as the light seeping from the window indicates it's a dawn of a new day. He raises himself up out of his bed, rubbing his eyes as he thinks upon the dream he awoke from. "What a weird dream. It felt so… real." A rasp at his door indicates that his sister is wanting him awake. Likely to inform him breakfast was soon to be ready. Shaking his head, Jacob throws on a set of clothes for himself, as he heads downstairs. With the smell of sausage and eggs entering his nostrils as he enters the kitchen, he sees Julia busy getting everything together. "Morning Juls," he says. He takes out a carton of orange juice from the fridge, before grabbing a couple cups from the cabinet, in case she wants one too. "Did you get enough rest?"</s>	<\|message\|>Julia "Juls" Banks Juls was humming a common festival tune as she shifted sausages around the pan. She was scooping the last of the eggs(scrambled, as that was all she knew how to make) onto a plate when Jacob walked in. "Morning Juls. Did you get enough rest for the feastivities?" "I must have," she answered, turning to take the offered cup, "I slept in pretty late. What are we gonna do?" She spoke as if their going together was a foregone conclusion. Julia scooped up a reasonable share of the eggs and sausage onto a plate for herself, leaving the spatula in the pan for Jacob to help himself as she sat to eat at the table.</s>
<\|description\|>KJARTAN KNUDSEN --- Kjartan stood quietly, the flames of his brothers funeral pyre illuminating his battle scarred visage and pale blue, almost white, eyes. He could smell the burning flesh as it curled and the corpse began to shrink from the heat. His brother had been shorter than his six feet, though just as broad in the shoulders and chest; now he was no larger than a small boy. The pyre shifted and then collapsed in an explosion of sparks that shot high into the sky, just one a hundred such blazes along the shores of the River Thet. Some, like his, served as funeral pyres while others were surrounded by celebrating warriors. Ale flowed and the screams of captured women echoed across the water as their captors forced them onto their backs. He frowned and shrugged his shoulders slightly to shift his chainmail. He had never been one for rape and had always discouraged it where he could, but trying to prevent it would certainly lead to a fight and enough men had died today. His own mead horn was still half full, the feeling cool against the blaze before him. He ran a hand through a thick blonde beard, stroking the ends of it as he stared into the fire, unfocused and unseeing. There was no escaping the reality that he was now the last of his family line. Two brothers had been killed fighting in Englaland, another had drowned at sea, and his parents were long dead of old age. As it was, he was nearing his thirtieth winter and he could feel the aches in bones and the cold bothered him more now than it had when he was young. No wife, no legitimate children of his own, and no true land to call home. What he and his brother had built had burned during the recent fighting. Now he had nothing save his weapons', armour, and the small horde he had collected over the years. Maybe the time had come to seek new opportunities elsewhere, somewhere far from the blood and death. His hand drifted from beard to battered pommel of his longsword as he absently rubbed the leather. There had been talk over the past months of a land far to the West, beyond even Iceland and Greenland. Rumours of a huge land, inhabited by tribes of men who some said were Arabs, and filled with such beasts and great forests that no man need be hungry or cold again. That would suit him just fine. He hated the cold. Post Catalogue: 1. To Go West (Kjartan and Jaska) 2. Finding a Crew (Kjartan and Åse 3. The Saxons Attack (Lise and Sisse)</s> <\|message\|>KJARTAN KNUDSEN Kjartan Knudsen --- The mood in the longships was nothing short of fury mixed with black humour. Danes were not used to retreating, even less so to defeat. Call Thetford what you wanted, a victory one day, certainly a defeat the next and no one was happy about it. Of the seventeen longships that had been on the beach, three had burned, another had eventually sank, and only one Saxon ship had been captured to replace them. The dead seemed likely to number more than sixty and no single oarbank was full as the Danes rode the current northward. "Well that was shite," Lise was muttering as she cleaned mud and blood from literally every article of clothing and gear she owned by scooping up river water and scrubbing with a handful of straw. "Pure shite." "Aye, that's a fine way to put it." Her sister agreed, her own equipment immaculate save for the blood that sheeted her axe from blade to rope knotted handle. "A shame we could not stay to kill more of them, though I don't think I am destined for a heroic death on some nameless Saxon riverbank." Kjartan, pulling strongly at one of the nearest oars, eyed the two with interest. They were identical in every-way save for a small scar on Lises right cheek. Whip thin with long black hair, green eyes, and almost fairy like looks, they were often underestimated by their enemies or mistaken for children. They had joined the crew a year before, rescued from a Frankish slaver, and been valuable members of the crew ever since. He had been present when they took their blood oath to never be taken alive by anyone again. There no doubt among those who had been present that they meant what they said as their bloodied palms joined over their offering to Freya. "We got careless," Jaska, across the vessel from Kjartan and pulling his own oar, chimed in. Nothing ever seemed to worry the Finn, nothing. It was disconcerting at times and Kjartan had teased him about it on occasion. Jaska would always just shrug his shoulders and smile. "Over confident." "That does seem to be a problem with men..." Lise muttered as she scrubbed at a particularly stubborn patch of mud that had stained the grip of her short-sax. "Always got more confidence in their skills than they ought too." Jaska laughed. "And yet even you two got caught napping, what's your excuse there, eh?" "All these beards are rubbing off on us. We were as dozy as you lot." Sisse replied. She and her sister could volley a conversation back and forth between them in a way that left most folk confused. Jaska was the only one who was apparently impervious to their games. "Right, bearded.." "Snoring." "Likely as not playing with your cocks." "When you should have been keeping watch." "I won't even ask you what you were playing with." He interrupted them mid-flow and tossed an amused smile at them. There had long been a rumour among the army that the sisters were lovers but Kjartan did not think there was any truth to it. Their stories of being enslaved were chilling to hear and he was certain any experience like that would forge a bond he could not understand. "My cock, obviously." Lise replied with a sly grin. The small exchange, though in truth not hilarious, brought out a few more grins among the crew. Going a Viking meant learning to survive setbacks when required; failure to do so would only lead to taking risks that would get you killed and they were short crewed enough as it was. Kjartan looked around the boat, noting those who had made it, and those who had not. Åse was hunched at the rear, squatting next to the steering oar as she guided the longship down the river. They were picking up speed and she gave a quick command to cease rowing. The river would take them the rest of the way to the sea. It wouldn't be a fast trip, but it would give them time to lick their wounds and not limp into Lynn like whipped dogs. There they could resupply, re-arm, and discover which of their crew wished to continue the journey.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET Åse Ingolfsdatter --- Dried mud and blood flaked off of Åse's arms and body as she steered their vessel down river using her weight to maneuver the oar she managed. Taking a quick glance behind her, the young woman saw no signs of a pursuit behind them. Perhaps the Saxon's decided to celebrate the victory of taking back Thetford rather than chase them completely out of their land. Åse had the mindset to call them fools, but she rather not curse their good luck. The enemy's lack of the drive to hunt them allowed the Danes to escape, recover, and plan their next move before their enemy could decide it for them. The talk on the boat was a welcomed distraction as her arms worked to keep the boat in her control though it was not necessarily a taxing task as they moved with the current. Many spoke of retaliation as they were not accustomed to the taste of defeat, others spoke of their carelessness, and some did not speak at all, probably wrestling with their own opinions on what happened and what to do next. The young shield maiden had no such internal struggles, for she had already decided to move on from her life of battle. Feeling the boat settle nicely in the flow of the river along with the remaining ships of their division, Åse took the opportunity to relax next to her place by the steering oar and investigated herself. Save for some scratches and bruises, she had no serious injury to concern herself with and the blood that covered her body was not her own. Åse noticed that another had taken charge of Arne once he was shoved onto the boat and had made quick work of his injury. The arrow had since been removed from his shoulder, an endeavor that resulted in many curses towards the thankless healer, and a bandage now laid in it's place. The man was expected to recover, though it is too soon to tell for certain. The fourteen remaining ships of their division were slowly making their way back to Lynn, a decently sized river town that was conquered and inhabited prior to the Dane's attempt on Thetford. It was there that Åse planned to stock up and head out to world's unknown. They would reach the town before nightfall so the young women settled into the oar to rest, chuckling with the rest of their troupe as they joked about being to busy playing with themselves to pay attention to their surroundings. The shores at Lynn burst into life when their approach was discovered by their kin whom had occupied the town and took notice of their colors in the light of the setting sun. Many came to their aid, working to anchor their boats at the river's edge and carry their wounded to tents were they could be tended to. Åse was glad for this as it meant she wasn't needed for this labor and her mind could focus on other tasks. She was eager for a bath and a warm bed to sleep in but knew that a meeting amongst the lords on their next course of action was unavoidable given their current circumstances, a responsibility she inherited with the death of her beloved. It would be then that she would declare her intentions to take her vessel and leave, taking whomever wanted out of this venture. The rest would be dealt with in the morning she thought as the heaved herself over the boat and landed softly upon the sandy beach. Passing by Kjartan on the shore, she placed her right hand upon his left shoulder, squeezing it gently in greeting. She didn't have a chance to say anything sooner to the man as they both had duties to attend to in order to get their people to safety here in Lynn. Åse thought to ask him to join her, but decided against the notion. "If anything, I'll see you in the morning Kjartan." She said softly while releasing her grip on him. Her weary legs carried her into the weathered town, trading the soft sand for moist grass that licked away at any mineral particles that stuck to her leather boots.</s>	<\|message\|>KJARTAN KNUDSEN The touch still lingered as Kjartan made his way into Lynn. To call the impromptu community of wood and canvas shacks a town was being generous. In truth it was a collection of wooden shacks built around a Roman ruin that had once served as a storehouse for the salt of an empire none of the Danes who now sheltered amid its grandeur could ever understand. To the Kjartan, the Romans might have been gods. He had once seen the great stone arches that had carried water to Lunden and stood beneath stone that seemed hung in the air, higher and stronger than anything built since. Even the Christian Churches, built of brick and stone, were dwarfed by the ruins of a ghostly empire. Familiar faces leapt out at Kjartan as he made his way through the shelters; warriors he had fought alongside, merchants who had done business with, and one or two women whose favours he had enjoyed. The muddy paths that crisscrossed the space sucked at his tall boots and more than once he had to step over human shit. Disease would come soon if this continued. Keep to many folk in a space to small for them for too long and people would begin dying. Canvas roofs twitched in a strong wind that blew in from the ocean and he could see, in the distance, the white beaches where he knew small troupes of Saxon slaves worked a half salt pans to the white crystals as they dried in the sun. The Romans had built hundreds of such pits, enough to need the building in which he now stood, but most had been eroded with time; there were simply not enough people to work them. Not on the scale the Romans had managed. It was strange to think that he would be sailing away from England. For so many years he had fought to reach the rolling green fields until he had made it, at last, and then he had fought to take his own small portion of it. Now it was all for nothing, of all it, for nothing. Danish fortunes were waning in England, any fool could see it. Even in Northumbria there were rumours of uprisings and more attacks from the Scots. The English were on the march in Wessex; they had at last solved the Danish problem. No Jarl wanted to throw away their men against fortress walls and all of southern England was covered with fortified Burghs now; more were being built every year. Those Danes who remained were converting to Christianity - the nailed God was winning the war. He looked down at his hands. They were still strong, the hands of a warrior, but a thousand small cuts had turned them into a mess of white scars that cross-crossed everywhere. The tip of his left thumb was missing, lost during a skirmish with the armies of Wessex. He had a limp on cold days - he had been thrown from a horse - that hurt when the worst of weather was closing in. He was not a young man anymore. The distant wave tops were starting to show white flecks as a grey wall of rain advanced southward toward Lynn. More rain. He was sick of the rain. Was there anywhere in the world that it did not rain? A glance over his shoulder revealed the small forest of masts above the few ships that had arrived so far. Tomorrow they would begin travelling North. A stop in Northumbria, perhaps the Norse settlements in the very north of Pictland, and then West. West. To the unknown lands. * * * * * The storm blew itself out overnight. Only two shelters collapsed and one burned with its occupants inside. More ships had arrived as well, swelling the population to the point where to many folk were crammed into too small a space. Fights broke out as men angry and humiliated by Thetford looked for any excuse to vent their rage. The dead of Thetford, those of the fyrd - unburdened by armour - had begun to float downriver now and some became wedged beneath the hulls of the longships drawn up on the soft sand. Kjartan shoved one of those bodies clear with a spear as others stood to the gunwales and grunted as they thrust the longship into the running current with their oars. The river snatched at the hull, trying to twist it and drive them backward downstream. He could hear the whisper of sand as it caressed the hull - a glance overboard revealed only a muddy swirling mass that streamed out beyond the longship as it drew into deeper water. He looked over the crew and was happy to see some new members, mostly women, had joined them during the night. It was evident that they had their own demons, it appeared that no one among this crew could not, but all looked capable fighters. Åse had chosen them well. The lady herself was standing nearby, her own face turned into the breeze, toward the ocean. She must have felt his gaze, turning her head to catch his eye. She smiled and he felt his heart warm. "North, steersman, north and then west."</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Frost Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns For the glory of the Federation. --- Davenrom \| Saturday 15:29PM \| Frost's Hideout In the metropolitan city, people were going about their typical day. Cars rolled down roads, federal cargo amp-ships pulled into the docks, and life on this piece of federal territory was perfectly normal for all upstanding citizens of the Galactic Federation of Landrunia. All the upstanding ones, anyway... A renegade android nested in an old warehouse, in a largely abandoned section of Davenrom, out to the southside of the heart of the city. The building was found off the main road of Abernathy Street, only a couple streets away from a waterway meant to redirect flood surge. The warehouse was once one of three locations for a large shopping center, Megaplex, to store inventory on a large scale. It was now, however, collecting dust in a forgotten side of the massive city; An old retail building, full of useless junk, perfect for an android outside the law such as herself. No one came to this part of the city anymore, no one had lived in the neighborhood for a few years now. It was essentially a ghost town of houses and dusty buildings, and would surely be repurposed for another shopping center any day now. The android, going by the name Frost these days, sat on the steps of a staircase going upwards. The top of the stairwell was essentially her home, as the ground was cluttered with high-stacked boxes of depreciated trinkets and other capitalist wastings only children and shallow teenagers might care for most. At the inner balcony of the warehouse's stairs, a large walkway from one wall to the other accompanied by old railing, was a makeshift living quarters with the most notable things being a single-person mattress next to a hammock nailed to the walls, a large, dusty table with wipe marks, a gun, and magazines as well as several loose sheets of paper with various things on them. This was where Frost and an absent partner in crime stayed most days as of late, neither of them were on the good side of the law- they were effectively criminals. The broken windows of the second floor where they stayed were covered with tarps to keep the breeze out. It was a dull and pitiful image, living in a graveyard of retail in a completely dead piece of the biggest city on the planet, with the most things to do you could ever imagine. This was Frost's life, and she was fine with it. The android was staring out an intact window to the horizon, clouds drifted forward along the desolate sky of the street as the day grew longer. Any other person in the galaxy in such a city would no doubt be seeing a movie with their friends or hanging out after school, not Frost though. Not Frost. Androids don't live with that kind of luxury, in Landrunia's politics, metal is just metal. The galaxy was surely brimming with opportunity and time wasters for what could be everyone else in the federal territory, and yet she sat her furthest from it all. Not even two weeks ago, she and her illicit and ever trustworthy partner in crime, Vorra Mau, were nearly caught by federal agents in another heist over in another city. It was simple, sneak into a military base, steal a federal APC, stuff as many weapons into it as possibly, load it onto Vorra's ship before sunrise, and cart it off to Eyrkosh. It was an easy plan for plenty of cash to be made, but the feds changed their patrol schedule, so the two crime artists had to ditch the APC. They managed to keep an assault rifle, which was stuffed under Vorra's bed, but they didn't get the job done, so they didn't take a trip to Eyrkosh's black market, meaning they didn't get paid. The whole thing got on Frost's nerves, they weren't doing so great on cash at the moment, and Frost's bike was low on fuel; if they didn't catch a break soon, they'd be in bad shape. Where was she? A few days prior, Frost contacted Vorra just before she started crashing at the warehouse, she heard on her radio about a couple of downed ships from some starside pirates on a place called Formalis, Frost had never been to a planet like that but from what the pirates were saying, it was pretty chilly. It was just the kind of luck she needed to turn things around, so she got Vorra on the line and slipped her a couple hundred credits to scout things out since she was the one who could hop into space. When Vorra would get back to the hideout, she'd get another couple hundred for the info she could get. If it was anything good, Frost would try to jump down there with a crew to take what she could before the feds came in to reclaim their property. The only issue was she hadn't heard from Vorra in a while, not since yesterday morning. Frost shut the window and made her way over to the table and grabbed a radio transmitter, roughly the size of her hand, to try and get ahold of her partner on a low scale channel that feds wouldn't be on. Of course, anyone in the low 20s could hear her, but no one would be on them, more than likely, except those two who operated regularly on it. "Vorra, it's me. You alive?" Frost's voice sounded like it was rather rough, coming through the radio, but in person it sounded like she was speaking through a radio anyway. The papers next to the radio looked to be a drawn out, half done strategy about how to tackle the operation, from loading tech to directions gathered from chatter. @CitrusArms@LustForDecay@datadogie@Letter Bee@Red Fox</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "I wish I knew. Are you attempting to get caught by the enforcers of the law? Get a better com-device." The voice that responded was a scraping, distorted buzz that sounded harsh enough to be almost degrading but annoyed enough to not actually be hostile. Something scraped against the ground, skittered as if caught out of its hiding place and scampering for cover. Not too long after, a door could be heard clicking with a series of metallic scrapes, indicating that the locking mechanism was being undone. The gears whined and thuds ensued; heavy footsteps and a series of dimming chitters. "I'm not a fan of waiting especially in conditions like these." The lock clicked back into place and the heavy steps continued."It is difficult for my kind to move around unnoticed. The porcine kind have eyes and ears all around. I walked in the city not as a free sapient but a creature to be watched and observed. It was difficult to not give them a piece of my mind, as your kind say." His voice continued over the radio. "They attempted to follow but I lost them in the scrap-yards. They thought me another vagrant, a lumbering hulk. They know not that the squalor and decay they created was my kingdom before it was their hunting ground." A grim chuckle, sounding more like metal scraping over dried bone than anything approximating human laughter. It was not easy for his kind to replicate the language of vertebrate species. The steps stopped as the creature stopped, simply sitting onto the floor. Its massive, arthropod bulk was a death sentence for the old rusted chairs that were laid about. "I was told there was work needed to be done, work that requires my talents." The huge creature continued, content to sit inside and speak over the coms built into its suit. "I want to know how big our team is and who they are first."</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity Serenity sipped her cup of coffee as she gazed at her station beneath her feet. She watched each construction bay assemble it's current project. Some were idle, many were engaged in repair operations, some few were building new for a client. She turned slowly, gazing across the security and defense platforms dotted here and there, eventually making her way around to the other end, with the residential section and the port. Vaguely busy, as usually. The way she liked it; it meant federal security wouldn't care as much about this area. The rotation of the residential area seemed fine. She'd been salvaging components for another artificial gravity core, to build a more compact residential area, but she just had to finalize a few things in the blueprints before construction could begin. Satisfied with her inspection from the observation deck, she entered the elevator in the center and descended to the privacy of her home, the only open walking space attached to the manufacturing & processing block. She'd had one of the utility drones minding her breakfast. She wore pajamas. As she sat down to her meal, she started some music over her sound system and reviewed notes of the things they'd recovered from the ship graveyard since she went to bed. There had been some interesting finds over the few years she'd been here. If she were a better archeologist, maybe she could make more meaning out of it, but... She'd just have to let the information simmer in her brain. After breakfast, she decided she'd check out an interesting report from the spaceport, something about an ancient mech? One jaunt down some moving sidewalks, through residential, would take her to the spaceport, but finding the mech in that maze was going to be a hassle, too. She'd read some interesting things about the machine in question, and she wanted to speak to the owner about it. Heck, she should just find the owner. She remembered being surprised by his age when she reviewed the datawork. She disembarked into the residential archon of the station, following the listed address. The residential section was done up to resemble an actual town, and not just be a series of rooms on some lonely station. There were a few parks, as well. It didn't take her too long to find the place, but was the kid even in? If he wasn't asleep, would he be busy? Whatever. She knocked at the door, stepping back then and turning to gaze out over residential. If she was going to build that new section and have folks move over, she should really be sure to improve on the design.</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity She hadn't seen a picture. Vortex hadn't included it in the report because it wasn't a security report, just a notification of interest. Security was automated, with Vortex managing things until something required Serenity's attention. That's why she got the report about a boy with a mech that morning. It wasn't urgent, but it was interesting. "No need to trouble yourself, I had coffee this morning already," too much caffeine would make her jittery, not a great feeling. Courteous. "Ah, haha, you got me." He'd guessed correctly, sharp kid. "It's about your mech," she paused, "but about you, too. I don't often get lone kids on my station and certainly not with hardware like that," she hadn't come in like he offered, and stood in the doorway. "I'll be frank, I want to take a look at your mech. I won't take anything apart, I promise. Unless you don't mind? I'll throw in a free tune-up, if you'll let me!" Contrarily, she suggested they leave and go to the hangar. She was more used to making space ships than mechs, but she had that old constructor model... Maybe she'd learn some things and be able to modify it in some cool way. "While we go over there, why don't you talk to me a little? Kids your age shouldn't be on their own, it's rough. We can talk while we go to your mech, If that's alright. When's the last time you had a mechanic look at her, anyway?" He might be hesitant to just trust her like that, but Serenity was a professional. Besides, she could just design her own, if she really wanted a mech. This kid had a totally different air about him than any other kid she'd met. Well, maybe not any other, but most. You meet serious kids kind this one occasionally, even in a place like hers, where you only get there by going in a ship. Or a mech. Bee</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot nodded, then said, "To be honest, I came here to get my mech maintained, anyway. So sure, you can see it and let's talk on the way - Let me lock the house up, and we can go." ------- As they walked to where Ashbringer was docked, Ascot said, "My backstory was rather simple - My parents were dissidents against the Federation and I ran away just before they can get arrested and I sent to a more 'loyal' family who would 'reprogram' me. I then used my money to travel from spaceport to spaceport for a while before becoming a minor smuggler and thief. I then found my Mech, Ashbringer, while stealing from some rich guy's treasury and it awoke my latent... Potential." To show Serenity what he meant, he created a small, orange barrier of psychic energy, which he dispelled almost as soon as it manifested. "Yes, I'm psionic," he continued, "Anyway, I spent one full year fighting against the Federation alongside the Vyexul and Outer-worlders. Then I went to this place with enough money in order to rest for a while, get my mech maintained, and of course, find wherever my parents have been imprisoned so that I can rescue them." They got to where Ashbringer, the 4.51-meter-tall mech, was, and Ascot remarked, "Ain't she a beauty? Either way, just a tune-up - Don't take it apart." Then, a thought, "By the way, if there are any 'jobs' I can do for you while I work on getting my family freed, I can do them if they pay well enough..."</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity Wow, this kid was an open book if you pushed the right buttons. He should definitely be a little more suspicious of her, even if she is the- WHOA! Psionics?! "Kid, gods, don't do that!" She spoke hushed, looking around quickly to make sure nobody was looking. "Do you know what the feds would do if they found out I have-" she stopped herself, shaking her head, "Vortex, I need you to stay on top of this one. Nothing about this kid leaves my station. Ascot, right? Do not do that on my station. Not where anyone could possibly see you." A circular holographic panel appeared in front of her face with a green checkmark and disappeared. Some small solace, there was only so much her AI could do about it from here without attracting attention, herself. Damn, this was going to be more trouble than she thought, she'd have to figure out how she could have caught this sooner. The mech brought out his potential? Does that mean it was some kind of psionic mech? She should look for strange materials. She'd have to have him bring the mech around to her private workshop so she could look at it more thoroughly. "A year, fighting? I'm surprised she's held up this long, if you're only now looking for maintenance. I wouldn't be surprised if you need parts, too. Don't worry, I can have them made for you, I can manufacture just about anything. I'll even do the work." Can't trust anyone else to work on it, anyway... They stepped out of the residential area into the security hallway between the space port and residential. It was spacious and branched off to where she would be building the residential section. She was automatically identified and let through with Ascot into the public area of her station, the spaceport. She checked for her self defense measures, but knew that the intense presense of her drones would deter most criminals from open aggression. "Feds could be here, you never know. Remember that. We'll talk more about your mech somewhere private." She let the kid lead the way to wherever his hangar bay was. She didn't have too many mech hangars, but there were a few. Most pilots came in ships, and usually larger ones. Bee</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "You can release your grip on the pistol. You would need an accelerator-mod to even dent me." He continued, his multiple mandibles stretching outwards like a gigantic set of narrow sickle-like bear traps with serrated teeth lining every appendage. He was facing away from her, watching through the wide field of view afforded by his dome-like eyes, but the length and gnarled features of his mouthparts were clear. Sapient as he was, he looked more as if he should be some creeping, crawling, mindless creature. It was a miracle his voice, rough as it was, could somehow be more comprehensible than the vile biomechanical tapestries of grotesque cybernetics, mutations, and symbiotic growths that covered his carapaced form. "We are not an illegal people. My kind have wandered your streets and back alleys before me. It is harder now but far from impossible, unless like me, you are in a certain line of work." He continued, extending one of his large arms. Even simply stretching it out caused multiple complex mechanism-like joints to reveal themselves as if it was not a limb but some enormous creature whose head ended in a formation of claw-like digits, each one moving as if bearing a life independent of the main body. A section of his wirst flicked open a series of text messages and star-maps opened up. They contained rather pertinent details - it appears he had been recruited for a very specific assignment. "I was told a certain kind of expertise was needed. Aczyiom Dvrawsxyir thankfully, is the exact sort often requested in such a scenario." He continued, retracting the holo-display and turning fully to face her.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity "I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear. Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway." "Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then." She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?" The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "Political dissent," Ascot said as the two sat down in the diner, "It wasn't even major, mostly standing against policies which would have driven people out of their homes so that the Feds can set up a few hundred plantations. They paid the price and I had to run away, as I said before." He looked away, instinctively trying to hide his grief. "But they're still alive, I know that much." He saw the residential area through the windows, and continued, "You run this well - It doesn't take... You know, to see that the people like and respect you." Note that he did use his psychic powers, though, he just hadn't needed to. A smile, "Anyway, I should order something - Words won't fill the stomach, you know." He then ordered corned beef, turkey bacon, eggs and rice as well as coffee and water, before saying once more, "So, does anyone who won't betray me right off the bat have a job?"</s> <\|message\|>Frost @datadogie Frost listen to the Vrexul speak in his strange accent as his arm writhed in legion-like manners, she watched the holographs curiously. They emerged from his body like he was machine-like. Perhaps they weren't as different from androids as they seemed. Frost slowly pressed her gun into a holster she kept at her hip while he continued. This creature was like a hundred smaller ones, he was weird to look at, but it didn't bother her. She had seen unusual things before. This guy, Aczyiom, apparently, caught wind of their operations. Did he hear about it on the radio? Elsewhere? "Where'd you hear something like that?" Her own face was just a metallic sheet of rough texture with a glowing pair of eyes, no mouth, no nose, just glowing dots that suggested eyes. She was wearing street clothes, and old white t-shirt and her jacket, looking a little out of place with the scene around them. "How'd you find t-" Beep...Beep...Beep. "Who's this?" Frost picked up the datapad and hit the call button, setting it to speaker.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "The walls have eyes and ears. So does the dirt. An old saying from my homeland." His response was about as casual as he could get with a voice like rusting metal and rotting wood and a body like a jigsaw puzzle of segmented biology. It was an old saying but it wasn't wrong - work wasn't always steady for a vagabond like himself. Between dodging Federation patrols and dealing with the more unscrupulous parts of galactic society, it wasn't necessarily easy for someone was conspicuous as him to get work through official channels. Listening in, sometimes where he shouldn't be, was a necessary skill. The fact that he hadn't simply murdered anyone made it clear that he had skills he didn't mind putting to use in the service of another's goals.</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity "Rright, yeah, you told me that part." Just political opinion? Man, she knew the Feds were upright, but this was something else. Serenity ordered a breakfast with some french toast and bacon. Paid the price for what, wanting decent policies? It's why she left federal space and employ. It had been a while since she'd had a serious chat with someone. She'd talk with her residents, but she kept it fairly professional with most of them. "Well, kid, you give people the things they need with fair conditions and that tends to happen. The people living here are ultimately under my protection. They live on the station I built myself. Even better that it's on the edge of federal territory, and they don't have to deal with the bullshit. They appreciate that, y'know?" "Looking for work? Mm..." Well, as long as he wasn't running around with his telekinesis all over. "There's always something to be done for the station. Vortex knows what she needs." The kitchen sizzled, they could hear it from their seat. The diner was fairly quiet, just a few folk having their own meal. "I've got a couple builder mech suits, depending on how long she takes with your maintenance. They're nothing special like yours, but they do the work I need." Their food didn't take long to come to them. Serenity didn't waste any time in digging in, thinking about what the lad could do. "The work you'll find around here might be a bit boring, kid. We don't get a lot of excitement out here, which suits me perfectly fine." I should look into where his parents might be held. But, say we rescue them… what then? She certainly didn't want to bring the feds here in force or anything. She didn't have the kind of firepower to defend herself against the Federation if they really decided to come down on her. She might last a little while, but that'd just put her on the run again… Not something she was excited to go back to. "Do you have any sort of plan? For how you're going to proceed from here." If he had somewhere to go, or some such, that would make things easier.</s>
<\|description\|>Serenity Appearance Serenity is a slightly short young woman. Her hair is long and changes color frequently, sometimes natural colors, sometimes not. Her eyes are a vivid green. Her manner of dress varies, but it's usually something comfortable. Race Human Gender Female Age 25 Personality A very relaxed, leisurely person. She likes to live in a certain way, and she isn't about to let laws stop her. Then again, the law does protect one from certain things... Which is why she has a habit of arming herself. Reputation Serenity has risen from a junkyard junk flipper to a premiere ship architect, renowned on the black market for luxury craft that can hold their own, defensively. Smugglers and rich folks love her ships, but they aren't cheap, either. Not for rich people, anyway. History Born to a poor family in the city, Caroline Staphos had too much going on in her mind and too little resources to do with it. She was always trying to scrounge some money together to fund an experiment or a prototype. Eventually, she was recognized by a local company as some young talent, and she was able to save up some money. Eventually, after a few years, the relationship with her employer soured. She didn't feel they appreciated her enough, or payed her enough, and they wouldn't cough up the dough. So she left, and took her prototype with her, along with the plans. They didn't like that. She found herself on the run, age 16. One short adventure later and she'd lost the cops, but was kinda wanted in federal space, a bounty in her head from the rather large company she'd been working for. She called on her connections to make a few purchases and took a year or two trading under the alias Serenity, and after making enough money running bulk trade runs off sometimes dubious sketchitude, she set up shop by an old ship graveyard. She built herself a station and started work on recycling the graveyard, using drones and automated systems to cut and weld while she designed. She sold her ships to smugglers, mostly. It was easy, to her, to design a ship to suit their particular needs. Some hidden cargo space here, a bit of thick plating there, and that usually did the trick around these parts. As she went, she expanded, first building a commerce dock to offer traders a place to stop, rest, and repair. Even rearm, if you didn't mind the age of the missiles. Some opened shops on her station. As her reputation grew, she started Serene Designs, primarily a ship architectural company that would dabbled in whatever Serenity deemed suitable. As more money came in, she found herself with the resources to do much more with her little corner of space. She remodeled, buying parts instead of salvaging them, and found herself enjoying some of the more indulgent luxuries available to her from her particular location. She's been attempting to maintain a neutrality between herself and her neighboring powers. The Federation on one side, and a small regency that has refused to yield power. Gear Serendipity Length: 3.7km Width: 2.1km Height: 1.0km Armaments: Medium-range Laser Lancers Flak Point Defense Long-Range Railgun Artillery Array Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serenity's station, serving as her home and business headquarters. It has a bustling commercial dock that she's worked hard to build up with luxury design. The construction and repair zones are almost always busy with something. The station itself is heavily armed with a great array of beam turrets and flak cannons. There's also a set of long-range railguns mounted at several points, intended to cover all angles. The station is largely automated, with drones constantly floating about, slaved up to the station AI that Serenity programmed and continuously works on. She's gone through several prototype brains before settling on her final design. The AI manages the station functions according to Serenity's wishes, and uses the blueprints that she makes to fill orders and keep the station running and updated. Serene One The first ship she could fly around in that wouldn't get her arrested. A large cargo ship fitted with construction drones, just what she'd need to run salvage and repair for money and begin building her new home. Armament: Flak Point Defense Broadside laser cannons Serene Ocean Serenity's private frigate. Armed for offense as well as defense, it is kept at the cutting edge of Serenity's research. The design is sleek and elegant, white curves following down to graceful edges. The interior is luxurious, with wooden walkways down softly white hallways. A hologram system is installed to project a number of decorations, she usually has it set to "aquarium". Length: 427m Width: 249m Height: 164m Armament: Spinal-mount Railgun Flak Point-Defense Serene Designs Laser Defense System Serene Designs Defensive Systems Serenity has developed a unique form of energy defense. Instead of breaking shielding over the ship to discharge energy, she has managed to design a system that shapes the shields. In conjunction with another system, similar to a shield system, energy is built up in the shield and then released without ever lowering shields or making a hole in them. Armory Serenity puts most of her weapons on her defense drones, but she does maintain a small armory to arm herself in. She's got a personal shield pack, an energy pistol and a laser rifle. Tool Kit Serenity usually carries a few essential tools with her. A little plasma box cutter, a multi tool, some custom tools of her own. Rechargeable battery arc welder… she feels naked without her tools.</s> <\|message\|>Xavier Milfuegos Xavier crushed another can of energy drink. The crumpled can was bank shot from the wall and into the trash bin whereupon landing Xavier would crack open another one. The fruity scent of the spicy, mango-lime drink filled the air around him. He would sip it slowly as he stood around thinking what to do. Formalis, that was the boonies-ass planet he was heading to. It was rather unfortunate for him, that after already being in a remote sector, that he ended up wrecking his ship on a field of spacejunk flotsam. Xavier had already preformed maintenance on his blade, cleaned his clothes, and outside of some reorganization and cleaning of his ship he had no intention of doing, he had nothing else to do. He'd exit his ship and pass the airlock into the merchant ship it was attached to. Dressed in sweatpants, sandals, and a faded graphic tee, he wander around. From the corner of his eyes he'd spot one the crewmates that picked up on the distress beacon. "Thanks for picking me up man. I already sent some credits as thanks." "No problem. You're awfully far from most places, but once we land you should be able to get your repairs done and be back to civilization." The crewmember replied. Xavier wandered around some more and sat by a window. A large blue and white ball stood amidst the stars and darkness. So this was the planet they were heading to. He'd just sit back and wait for the ship to enter orbit. Minutes would pass and then the ship would rumble as they entered the planet's atmosphere. He'd get ready to go back and change clothing once they landed.</s> <\|message\|>Frost Frost checked her gun's mag near the door as Vorra's ship touched down, her emotionless face told nothing of her instinct to stick to an in-and-out plan. This was unknown territory, even for a neutral planet. "If the crew's still kicking, leave 'em. They're feds anyway, no skin off our backs if they freeze to death while we're here. If we run into somethin' sentient like a human or a Spryzen, keep 'em at a distance- don't shoot unless they're reachin' for a gun. Varzyrin, you're packing the most heat out of all of us, so you're best watching our backs. Rest of us'll set to scrapping things. If it's breathin' leave it. If it's shooting us, light it up." That was the plan. Reactionary self defense only. Frost's tone was clear and concise, she was clearly used to leading operations like this before. As the door opened up to fill the ship with cold, dry mist, Frost took a step out onto the fresh-fallen snow. The dead mass of ships in front of them. "Alright, let's get grabbing." And so they did. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ridge... Dozens of footprints added together more and more, a mass of furs and bodies trudging together towards the noises they heard further away. Skala. Scavengers, to be precise. Word began to circulate that something fell from the sky a good few moons ago, yet to be touched. The Skala making their way past the mountains were nomads, hunters who didn't take to civilization that few ever take to. They were not carrying guns, they had spears, and bows made from nature in anyway they could manage, animal sinew and bone, trees, whatever one could scavenge and work with on Formalis, one did. It would still be a while before the two groups of individuals met face to face. They were too far away in the snow and hills to be seen by their lookout, much less the rest of them. Skala were in great many numbers on this planet, but they had a tendency to cling together in groups, so they were difficult to come across. The noise of an intact spacecraft landing on their planet, which was otherwise dead silent, only perked their ears more than the prospect of unclaimed scavenging.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski Vazyrin nodded and immediately made his way across the snow, sinking in deep with his immense weight. It barely seemed to dissuade him as he casually sunk his claws digits into the body of his rifle, causing a wet ripping sound that teetered on the edge of completely bisecting the weapon. That's what wone might think if not for the fact that his carbine began to extend with pale, newborn biomass manifesting in the space between its elongating barrel and slimming body while its stock began to mold as if being forced into the shape of some sort of x-shaped cup-like mass, bracing against his shoulder. "Get going and stay on the coms. Ping me every five or so minutes. If your coms go down and an emergency happens, make noise and light." With that, the huge creature advanced and settled on some of the elevated ground, partially shoved upwards from the cratering brought about the crashed vessels. His powerful claws stretched out from underneath his raised gun, shovelling away dirt and snow as he began to burrow into ground, soon partially concealed as he shovelled snow onto the rest of his body with smaller rear legs with brush-like claw-digits. Soon, he looked little more like a rock formation himself, keeping a close eye on the vast plains. Subtly, a group of six or so flat-bodied creatures crept out from the snowy pile. Two skittered off to the crashed ships, climbing atop for a better vantage point and the remaining four split off to form a perimeter around the area. "I've set up my surveillance. I'll let you know if I detect anything unusual."</s>	<\|message\|>Serenity "Vortex will take care of arrangements. The merchant will be waiting for you in the spaceport, but you can probably just rendezvous on departure." The elevator door opened and quickly and she let Ascot board with her before taking the elevator to the hangar bay, beneath her workshop. Vortex should have already had the mech ready to go. "If you want to purchase supplies, I suppose Vortex could also load your supplies for you. She'll figure it out." The elevator opened to reveal the hangar, and there it was, the Ashbringer. "Alright, kid. I think that merchant is ready to leave when you are. Be careful out there." She'd stay by the elevator, letting the kid walk to his mech and waiting until he got in before she'd get back in the elevator. She needed to review Vortex's report and get to work on her designs. ~~~ The coming week was enough time for her to finish designing an upgrade to one of her builders. Nothing major, just some performance optimizations. She'd started construction on the new residential section, and had plans to convert the existing one into dedicated food productions once work on the new one was complete and everyone moved over. That'd also put her personal quarters behind tighter security, something she wasn't opposed to. For the moment, she was taking a break from things. A nice stroll through the park in residential was what the mind needed. For all the trees, though, there wasn't any wildlife... She missed the sound of birds and forest critters. Maybe she'd have to arrange for some. Would they live happily here, though? If she wanted to bring animals here, they should be able to live well. Sounded like she'd have to balance an ecosystem, and that sounded like a nightmare.</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "I wish I knew. Are you attempting to get caught by the enforcers of the law? Get a better com-device." The voice that responded was a scraping, distorted buzz that sounded harsh enough to be almost degrading but annoyed enough to not actually be hostile. Something scraped against the ground, skittered as if caught out of its hiding place and scampering for cover. Not too long after, a door could be heard clicking with a series of metallic scrapes, indicating that the locking mechanism was being undone. The gears whined and thuds ensued; heavy footsteps and a series of dimming chitters. "I'm not a fan of waiting especially in conditions like these." The lock clicked back into place and the heavy steps continued."It is difficult for my kind to move around unnoticed. The porcine kind have eyes and ears all around. I walked in the city not as a free sapient but a creature to be watched and observed. It was difficult to not give them a piece of my mind, as your kind say." His voice continued over the radio. "They attempted to follow but I lost them in the scrap-yards. They thought me another vagrant, a lumbering hulk. They know not that the squalor and decay they created was my kingdom before it was their hunting ground." A grim chuckle, sounding more like metal scraping over dried bone than anything approximating human laughter. It was not easy for his kind to replicate the language of vertebrate species. The steps stopped as the creature stopped, simply sitting onto the floor. Its massive, arthropod bulk was a death sentence for the old rusted chairs that were laid about. "I was told there was work needed to be done, work that requires my talents." The huge creature continued, content to sit inside and speak over the coms built into its suit. "I want to know how big our team is and who they are first."</s> <\|message\|>Serenity Serenity sipped her cup of coffee as she gazed at her station beneath her feet. She watched each construction bay assemble it's current project. Some were idle, many were engaged in repair operations, some few were building new for a client. She turned slowly, gazing across the security and defense platforms dotted here and there, eventually making her way around to the other end, with the residential section and the port. Vaguely busy, as usually. The way she liked it; it meant federal security wouldn't care as much about this area. The rotation of the residential area seemed fine. She'd been salvaging components for another artificial gravity core, to build a more compact residential area, but she just had to finalize a few things in the blueprints before construction could begin. Satisfied with her inspection from the observation deck, she entered the elevator in the center and descended to the privacy of her home, the only open walking space attached to the manufacturing & processing block. She'd had one of the utility drones minding her breakfast. She wore pajamas. As she sat down to her meal, she started some music over her sound system and reviewed notes of the things they'd recovered from the ship graveyard since she went to bed. There had been some interesting finds over the few years she'd been here. If she were a better archeologist, maybe she could make more meaning out of it, but... She'd just have to let the information simmer in her brain. After breakfast, she decided she'd check out an interesting report from the spaceport, something about an ancient mech? One jaunt down some moving sidewalks, through residential, would take her to the spaceport, but finding the mech in that maze was going to be a hassle, too. She'd read some interesting things about the machine in question, and she wanted to speak to the owner about it. Heck, she should just find the owner. She remembered being surprised by his age when she reviewed the datawork. She disembarked into the residential archon of the station, following the listed address. The residential section was done up to resemble an actual town, and not just be a series of rooms on some lonely station. There were a few parks, as well. It didn't take her too long to find the place, but was the kid even in? If he wasn't asleep, would he be busy? Whatever. She knocked at the door, stepping back then and turning to gaze out over residential. If she was going to build that new section and have folks move over, she should really be sure to improve on the design.</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider The door opened to reveal a sixteen-year-old kid in a jacket, shirt, pants and a simple set of slippers, a sixteen-year old boy who opened his eyes wide in surprise upon seeing Serenity then quickly recovered enough to let her in, saying, "Ms. Serenity, I didn't expect to see you! Come in, come in..." Letting her inside the interior of his home, Ascot hoped that the scrupulously-clean interiors didn't come off as too bland - He just didn't want to be attached to his temporary home. Either way, he continued, "I'll have the drones make you some tea - Or I can make it myself, whichever you prefer." Now, why would the station owner come here? Is it curiosity about the mech, or does she have something to do for me? Ascot thought as he waited for Serenity to respond to his offer of tea. Once he had paused long enough, the young man continued, "I presume that this has to do with the Ashbringer? If so, I'm prepared to answer whatever you want as long as it doesn't endanger my life and safety - After all, I have my own secrets." And he did, having fought against the Federation alongside the latest push by the Vexyeul and the outer colonists before parting ways with them (amicably) due to differing ideologies and some whiff of mistrust. That and upon finding out he was psychic, they chose to communicate with him via robots and paper mail instead of face-to-face. Either way, he had gotten a good haul of money and a lead as to what Federation Prison his parents were locked up in. Now all he needed was more money and reliable partners in order to assault said prison and secure his parents' freedom. Then they can be a happy family again.</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity She hadn't seen a picture. Vortex hadn't included it in the report because it wasn't a security report, just a notification of interest. Security was automated, with Vortex managing things until something required Serenity's attention. That's why she got the report about a boy with a mech that morning. It wasn't urgent, but it was interesting. "No need to trouble yourself, I had coffee this morning already," too much caffeine would make her jittery, not a great feeling. Courteous. "Ah, haha, you got me." He'd guessed correctly, sharp kid. "It's about your mech," she paused, "but about you, too. I don't often get lone kids on my station and certainly not with hardware like that," she hadn't come in like he offered, and stood in the doorway. "I'll be frank, I want to take a look at your mech. I won't take anything apart, I promise. Unless you don't mind? I'll throw in a free tune-up, if you'll let me!" Contrarily, she suggested they leave and go to the hangar. She was more used to making space ships than mechs, but she had that old constructor model... Maybe she'd learn some things and be able to modify it in some cool way. "While we go over there, why don't you talk to me a little? Kids your age shouldn't be on their own, it's rough. We can talk while we go to your mech, If that's alright. When's the last time you had a mechanic look at her, anyway?" He might be hesitant to just trust her like that, but Serenity was a professional. Besides, she could just design her own, if she really wanted a mech. This kid had a totally different air about him than any other kid she'd met. Well, maybe not any other, but most. You meet serious kids kind this one occasionally, even in a place like hers, where you only get there by going in a ship. Or a mech. Bee</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot nodded, then said, "To be honest, I came here to get my mech maintained, anyway. So sure, you can see it and let's talk on the way - Let me lock the house up, and we can go." ------- As they walked to where Ashbringer was docked, Ascot said, "My backstory was rather simple - My parents were dissidents against the Federation and I ran away just before they can get arrested and I sent to a more 'loyal' family who would 'reprogram' me. I then used my money to travel from spaceport to spaceport for a while before becoming a minor smuggler and thief. I then found my Mech, Ashbringer, while stealing from some rich guy's treasury and it awoke my latent... Potential." To show Serenity what he meant, he created a small, orange barrier of psychic energy, which he dispelled almost as soon as it manifested. "Yes, I'm psionic," he continued, "Anyway, I spent one full year fighting against the Federation alongside the Vyexul and Outer-worlders. Then I went to this place with enough money in order to rest for a while, get my mech maintained, and of course, find wherever my parents have been imprisoned so that I can rescue them." They got to where Ashbringer, the 4.51-meter-tall mech, was, and Ascot remarked, "Ain't she a beauty? Either way, just a tune-up - Don't take it apart." Then, a thought, "By the way, if there are any 'jobs' I can do for you while I work on getting my family freed, I can do them if they pay well enough..."</s> <\|message\|>Serenity Wow, this kid was an open book if you pushed the right buttons. He should definitely be a little more suspicious of her, even if she is the- WHOA! Psionics?! "Kid, gods, don't do that!" She spoke hushed, looking around quickly to make sure nobody was looking. "Do you know what the feds would do if they found out I have-" she stopped herself, shaking her head, "Vortex, I need you to stay on top of this one. Nothing about this kid leaves my station. Ascot, right? Do not do that on my station. Not where anyone could possibly see you." A circular holographic panel appeared in front of her face with a green checkmark and disappeared. Some small solace, there was only so much her AI could do about it from here without attracting attention, herself. Damn, this was going to be more trouble than she thought, she'd have to figure out how she could have caught this sooner. The mech brought out his potential? Does that mean it was some kind of psionic mech? She should look for strange materials. She'd have to have him bring the mech around to her private workshop so she could look at it more thoroughly. "A year, fighting? I'm surprised she's held up this long, if you're only now looking for maintenance. I wouldn't be surprised if you need parts, too. Don't worry, I can have them made for you, I can manufacture just about anything. I'll even do the work." Can't trust anyone else to work on it, anyway... They stepped out of the residential area into the security hallway between the space port and residential. It was spacious and branched off to where she would be building the residential section. She was automatically identified and let through with Ascot into the public area of her station, the spaceport. She checked for her self defense measures, but knew that the intense presense of her drones would deter most criminals from open aggression. "Feds could be here, you never know. Remember that. We'll talk more about your mech somewhere private." She let the kid lead the way to wherever his hangar bay was. She didn't have too many mech hangars, but there were a few. Most pilots came in ships, and usually larger ones. Bee</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot could feel the surge of surprise and fear - For him as well as for herself - Which emanated from the station owner as she told him not to use his Psionic powers. It appeared that the old suspicions still lived on in this space station. He briefly nodded, only glad that it seemed Serenity was going to be reasonable about this. "I'm sorry," he said as apologetically as possible, "And thank you for your offer - It's both unexpected yet kind. Again, if I can do anything to pay you back, I will." And with that, he led Serenity to the Ashbringer's hangar bay, a small chamber more fit for an exosuit or oversized power armor than a 'true' mech. Ashbringer stood there, docked, with its crimson surface glistening despite its year-long combat career - It must have been cleaned already. Aside from the original frame, which was of unknown manufacture, it had also been retrofitted with Vexeyul weapons, which confirmed that Ascot had fought on their side. But its most notable feature was that it was so small, only 4.51 meters tall. "Ain't she a beauty?" the sixteen-year old said proudly. "Don't be decieved by the size - She's much more powerful than her size."</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity "I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear. Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway." "Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then." She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?" The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "Political dissent," Ascot said as the two sat down in the diner, "It wasn't even major, mostly standing against policies which would have driven people out of their homes so that the Feds can set up a few hundred plantations. They paid the price and I had to run away, as I said before." He looked away, instinctively trying to hide his grief. "But they're still alive, I know that much." He saw the residential area through the windows, and continued, "You run this well - It doesn't take... You know, to see that the people like and respect you." Note that he did use his psychic powers, though, he just hadn't needed to. A smile, "Anyway, I should order something - Words won't fill the stomach, you know." He then ordered corned beef, turkey bacon, eggs and rice as well as coffee and water, before saying once more, "So, does anyone who won't betray me right off the bat have a job?"</s> <\|message\|>Frost @datadogie Frost listen to the Vrexul speak in his strange accent as his arm writhed in legion-like manners, she watched the holographs curiously. They emerged from his body like he was machine-like. Perhaps they weren't as different from androids as they seemed. Frost slowly pressed her gun into a holster she kept at her hip while he continued. This creature was like a hundred smaller ones, he was weird to look at, but it didn't bother her. She had seen unusual things before. This guy, Aczyiom, apparently, caught wind of their operations. Did he hear about it on the radio? Elsewhere? "Where'd you hear something like that?" Her own face was just a metallic sheet of rough texture with a glowing pair of eyes, no mouth, no nose, just glowing dots that suggested eyes. She was wearing street clothes, and old white t-shirt and her jacket, looking a little out of place with the scene around them. "How'd you find t-" Beep...Beep...Beep. "Who's this?" Frost picked up the datapad and hit the call button, setting it to speaker.</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "The walls have eyes and ears. So does the dirt. An old saying from my homeland." His response was about as casual as he could get with a voice like rusting metal and rotting wood and a body like a jigsaw puzzle of segmented biology. It was an old saying but it wasn't wrong - work wasn't always steady for a vagabond like himself. Between dodging Federation patrols and dealing with the more unscrupulous parts of galactic society, it wasn't necessarily easy for someone was conspicuous as him to get work through official channels. Listening in, sometimes where he shouldn't be, was a necessary skill. The fact that he hadn't simply murdered anyone made it clear that he had skills he didn't mind putting to use in the service of another's goals.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity "Rright, yeah, you told me that part." Just political opinion? Man, she knew the Feds were upright, but this was something else. Serenity ordered a breakfast with some french toast and bacon. Paid the price for what, wanting decent policies? It's why she left federal space and employ. It had been a while since she'd had a serious chat with someone. She'd talk with her residents, but she kept it fairly professional with most of them. "Well, kid, you give people the things they need with fair conditions and that tends to happen. The people living here are ultimately under my protection. They live on the station I built myself. Even better that it's on the edge of federal territory, and they don't have to deal with the bullshit. They appreciate that, y'know?" "Looking for work? Mm..." Well, as long as he wasn't running around with his telekinesis all over. "There's always something to be done for the station. Vortex knows what she needs." The kitchen sizzled, they could hear it from their seat. The diner was fairly quiet, just a few folk having their own meal. "I've got a couple builder mech suits, depending on how long she takes with your maintenance. They're nothing special like yours, but they do the work I need." Their food didn't take long to come to them. Serenity didn't waste any time in digging in, thinking about what the lad could do. "The work you'll find around here might be a bit boring, kid. We don't get a lot of excitement out here, which suits me perfectly fine." I should look into where his parents might be held. But, say we rescue them… what then? She certainly didn't want to bring the feds here in force or anything. She didn't have the kind of firepower to defend herself against the Federation if they really decided to come down on her. She might last a little while, but that'd just put her on the run again… Not something she was excited to go back to. "Do you have any sort of plan? For how you're going to proceed from here." If he had somewhere to go, or some such, that would make things easier.</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot's response as he ate his food was, "As you said, you're on the edge of Federal Space. Once I rescue my parents, I'll flee with them to beyond the edge, find a nice little neutral world not touched by either Feds or Vyexul Coalition, and then live out the rest of our lives in relative safety among a community of farmers or townsfolk. Or rather, they will - I plan to rejoin the Vyexul counteroffensive once I've rescued my parents and settled them, then defend against the inevitable Federation counterattack. After that, if I'm still alive, I'll join my parents in their hopefully peaceful life." A wistful smile, "And I don't intend on compromising your people's safety, Ms. Serenity - You can believe me on that." Finishing his meal quickly, the young man said, "As for peaceful, boring jobs, I won't lie, I can use those too. But if you ever need additional security and it won't endanger my and your secrecy, well... I'm good at that too." In essence, he was offering himself as his host's personal bodyguard and soldier, or even someone who would do any dirty work she might need done. A sign that while Ascot was a kid, he was one who had seen much, done much, and been permanently marked by it. "But for now," Ascot said as he was finishing his meal, "I'd be happy to help with maintenance and such, even cargo hauling. There's also salvaging derelict wrecks if there are any. But yeah, I'd be happy to work."</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "I'll take it," Ascot said, noticing the fact that Serenity might actually miss him. "Thank you for the job - I'll be taking it." Pressing the button needed to signal agreement, Ascot muttered, "Formalis... That's a real backwater, but I can see why there might be trade goods there." Going down to the hangar where Ashbringer was, Ascot found himself in a surprisingly good mood as everything seemed to be going well for him. Serenity was a gracious, somewhat caring host and an honest woman - One rare in this region of space. Either way, once back in the hangar, with his mech in close proximity, Ascot said, "So, can I purchase extra rations and supplies for the escort mission?" A pause, "Wait, the merchant probably has enough space in his ship for the Ashbringer. Does he? And when can I meet this merchant? Also, do give him forewarning that I'm a kid - He might think that's a breach of contract if he finds that his protector is one..."</s> <\|message\|>Frost In the following week... The cold of Formalis had seeped into the crashed, rimed ships on its surface. Skala wandered about them thinking them to be something curious, but ultimately they were nothing but wonders that served no purpose to the wandering people. As quickly as they appeared, they were lost to the snow. The metal and plasteel that composed their twisted and mangled frames froze and warped as rocks and permafrost pressed further down on them. It would take some considerable effort to dig the snow away from the ships, but all that salvaged material could put a team of scrappers up for months if they got everything they could. This was the break Frost and Vorra had been needing for a while now, low on credits, bad luck, and running from heat. Not good for their type. Vorra found them and all was smooth, though recently the radio chatter on the less well known sides of the airwaves were talking about some white-knight-complex-having federal toady calling himself the "Ivory Flash." Some guy in a huge robot running around clearing places out for the Feds or something. Apparently his robot was packing major heat, wouldn't be good to run into that even if they had a Vrexul communist running with them. Vorra had picked Frost up after a mildly long explanation explaining their new...arachnoid accomplice as well as carpooling for Molly who they had all met up with. Molly was her usual chill-vibed self around Frost, they hadn't spoken in a while. Frost and Varzyrin worked on getting everyone caught up to speed on the job and what Formalis actually was. It was a little awkward trying to get a Vrexul and two fugitives out of orbit, but then again, it wasn't something any of them weren't used to. once they were all aboard Vorra's ship, Frost got in front of everyone who was gathered around, for the sake of a briefing. She had a glock visible at her hip with a knife and magazines for said glock put up in her coat. While Vorra soared the lot of them through the less regulated pieces of the Federation's skies to get out from under their watch, she spoke to get everyone up to speed. It wouldn't be long before they got there. Alright, listen up for a second, if I ain't told you already, we're going to a place out of Federal space called Formalis. Vorra says it's colder than hell there but we're going to loot a bunch of federal ships that crashed there. Big ones. They hit lower orbit at a sharp curve and the clouds threw 'em off their game. Pilots'r probably on ice by now but we dunno how much time we'll have until someone sends a rescue team out there or something. The plan is we get down there and take everything that ain't nailed down, haul ass to Kastrack or some other black market where the Feds won't look, split the cash, and go one about life like normal afterwards." They had all spent a week's worth of time together so everyone by now was well acquainted, on a first name basis and background. Varzyrin was an anti-fed war hero, Molly was an anti-fed spy of a sort and Frost just a straight up criminal with good contacts. Since they were all familiar with one another, they knew everyone was here for the money, and more people meant smaller shares but more ease of shares at all. If anyone wanted to stab someone else in the back, that could put everything in a messy state. Formalis was coming into view on the horizon. Formalis A dreary, foggy atmosphere of grays and whites which could barely be seen by the snow clouds. Of far behind the planet was an orange, mopey glow that could debatably be called a sun. This was it. "Okay, we're here, everyone. Get ready fer'a landing." As Vorra hit the landing protocol on her dash, the planet slowly began to grow bigger off the windshield, which was progressively getting foggier and foggier. They emerged from the sky near a valley with the sun high in the clouds, the wind blowing hard against the ship, but unnoticeably so; their targeted place wasn't very far. Formalis was a very quiet place, herds of oryx-esque mammals big enough to mount as steeds lept away over hills into peace as they descended. Off in the distance stood high, stoic mountains that broke the pale background with their dark, gleaming colors. There wasn't much in terms of civilization, but humanoid figures could be seen in small groups, off far away with staves to walk through the snow with. Once they made contact with the ground, roughly 30 feet of space between them and the two ships that had crashed, it was time for work. One of the ships was an aerial APC designed for transporting workers, everyone inside being dead with missing bodies. The other was much bigger and bulkier, it was for cargo. One could assume that they were going to set up shop here and take the place over for the government. "Well, here we are."</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Michael sighed as he saw the message on his omni-tool, and went over to change to his pilot suit before entering his Mech, from where he reviewed the information promised to him. The dossiers shown on the mech's screen gave details of the criminals in question, an Android, a Vyexul, and a few Human subversives - These would not be easy pickings, especially as he was only going to bring one transport and resupply ship with him, one instructed not to try and help him when the combat started. Once said supply ship was safely requisitioned, he would ask its captain to speed all course for Formalis, where he planned to engage a few criminals in a firefight. After asking them who really killed the colonists on the planet, of course - He had a sneaking suspicion that those specific criminals were innocent of that particular crime. And who knows, maybe Ascot would be there too...</s>
<\|description\|>Ascot Rider Appearance: Species: Human Gender: Male Age 16 Personality: Intelligent but immature, filled with overconfidence which hides a core of lonliness, and yet filled with boundless hope that his parents are still alive, Ascot knows full well that even with his psionic powers and his ability to pilot the ancient Mech named Ashbringer, he needs the help of adults to find his mother and father and carve out a place in a Galaxy where the little guy is oppressed by the jackboot or secretly wishes to be the jackboot. As that last phrase says, it's obvious that Ascot is prematurely cynical at points, although when given a tool to make an ideal real, his youthful desire to make things better comes to the forefront, a youthful desire which does not mix well with the pragmatic courses needed to change things. Reputation As the Ashbringer, pilot of the Mech of the same name, and a Psion/Psychic outside of his mech, Ascot has a reputation far beyond that of most children his age as a fighter for freedom against the Federation or a 'little butcher' of their forces, although even those who see him as the latter know that he scrupulously makes sure no civilians are harmed whenever he attacks. He is thus seen as a thorn in the Federation side who nevertheless cannot be tarred with the brush of atrocity for now, unless utter falsehoods are used or he slips up in his 'no civilian casualties' policy. Or if an accident occurs, something the boy does fear. History He remembered being raised in love, speaking complete sentences after eighteen months, and absorbing as much knowledge as his parents can give him. He remembered the first thirteen years of his life as happy ones, until disaster struck. Even then, he knew what dissent was, and that his parents were guilty of it and their privileged position was no protection against the wrath of the Federation. And so when the Federation went to arrest his parents, Ascot was already on his way to the spaceport, blindly striking out for safety, knowing full well that he cannot allow himself to be given to another set of 'parents' who would try and mold him into a loyal follower of the galactic government's corrupted ideals. Spending all of his money hopping from ship to ship, spaceport to spaceport, Ascot eventually found that no amount of intelligence can help him if he's not legally allowed to get a job, and so limped his way into a planet outside of Federation control, where he found a job as a minor smuggler and thief who snuck in places most adults would not dare go. There, on a mission to steal a minor piece of jewelry, Ascot found the Ashbringer, an Ancient Mech of mysterious origins. This machine, animated by psychic and 'normal' energies, had lain dormant in a rich person's treasury for centuries until Ascot, sneaking inside, found it opening its cockpit to him and only to him. After that, he fought his way out. For two years following this stunt, he was fighting the Federation when it sought to enroach on his adopted home, emboldened by the fact that the Ashbringer Mech also awoke his inner psychic potential. And now, he was trying to find others like him on the Serendipity Space Station, hoping to further carry the offensive against it... Gear Psychic Powers: Ascot has the ability to project barriers and burning beams of pure orange force, as well as levitate himself and fly. But his most powerful ability, and his most problematic, is a keen sense of psychic empathy which overlaps with mind-reading which allows him to see an opponent's thoughts and emotions, from redeeming qualities to true monstrosity and both. This empathy is two-way, meaning that he can 'broadcast' his feelings to his opponent in the middle of battle, sometimes without concious intent. However, this feeds Ascot's premature cynicism at times, as well as his determination not to kill civilians, because feeling what the enemy feels can be corrosive for his psyche... The Ashbringer Mech: Overall Height: 4.51 Meters Weight: 7.51 Metric Tonnes Power Source: A 'Psychic Reactor' which breaks the laws of physics to produce free energy. A mysterious machine from a long-vanished civilization, Ashbringer is psychically-resonant, bonding with a pilot of sufficient potential to boost his powers and its own capabilities. Supernaturally fast, strong, and armed with weapons of phsyical and psychic might, this machine is Ascot's trump card in a wider conflict and alongside his psychic powers, his source of relevance. Nevertheless, it is still in need of repairs from time to time, which makes having a base of operations a requirement... The Ashbringer's Armaments include an Energy Cannon, two Railguns, two grappling hooks, energy wings and a forcefield. The Veyxul have also provided extra armaments, which include: Womb of Impurity Projectile Negation System Normally mounted on atmoshere-based aircraft, this innocuous beehive like device has been modified to work for the Ashbringer. It is a lower power device that at most requires a degree of electricity or another "food source" to spawn the sub-organisms and imbue them with semi-electronic guidance mechanisms needed for their function, containing a variety of vrexul computer parts shielded from EMP and interference by the armoured carapace-type biomass. It is linked to the Ashbringer's targeting and early warning systems and can fire multiple wasp like projectiles that use a partial gas-based propulsion system before accelerating with an electrochemical charge to intercept missiles and similar threats, exploding into a shaped cone of shrapnel after impact. It is possible to modify it for use as a missile system but that requires very specific components. Perdition Maw Plasma Claw-Sheath Normally arranged in a form like a fix fingered crab claw, these plasma-emitting blade-digits have been modified to fit over the Ashbringer's own digits. Their cutting power by themselves is only moderate but when activated and slid over one of its two arms, they can activate a high-power plasma emitter allowing them to slice through even starship hulls. However, the power and system requirements for them are immense so the Ashbringer can only activate them fro a short while before they need to be cooled and recharged. Intransigence-Class Triple-Linked Autocannon A new model of compact high power autocannon meant for usage on both AFV's and mecha. Its rapid rate of fire with its bioelectrical thermal-chemical system allows it to fire from a large magazine capable of generating biological rounds or correctly sized solid rounds. The version fitted on the ashbringer can set the distance at which its shots detonate. While it cannot go head to head with heavy duty tank-type ETC guns or rail-weapons, it has much further range than typical lighter cannons, its lethality increasing at closer ranges while even at longer ones it can stun and disrupt tougher targets. Personal Equipment: - Omni-tool. - Medkit w/ medical nanomachines and organic healing gels. - Small Holdout Coilgun Pistol w/ two cartridges of ammo. - Switchblade. - Pilot Suit. - Civilian Clothes. - Bulletproof vest. - Credit Stick containing enough money to pay for physical needs + maintenance of his Mech.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot Ashbringer's sensors picked up the burst of radiation and Ascot, making a decision, flew the Mech to the source of the strange signal. As the mech moved closer, the young man sensed another mind drawing near, one clearly not human, but similar enough. As for A-150 Shikishima, he'd see the approach of Ashbringer and if he cross-referenced it with various mech models, he can find out that this was a machine like no other, a machine which was powered by raw psionic force and not just natural heat and electricity. Then Ascot, realizing that his apprroach could be taken as hostile, said through the comms, "Hey, mind if we talk? A colony here just went missing and I am trying to find out what caused it. Can I ask if you know anything about it? If not, would you mind if I search the area near you?" A pause, "And finally, you have a ship - Can I pay for passage on it later?" Michael Michael the Ivory Flash, seeing the clouds block him, decided to have Light's Wrath enter the area, taking his chances that he can threaten the criminals to talk with him in exchange for not being obliterated right away. As he broke through the lower atmosphere, finally coming into sight range, Michael tried to land some ways away from the criminals' expected position in order to keep himself hidden a few seconds longer. But if that attempt failed, he'd wait for them to hail him - They should realize the folly of shooting at him right way, after all...</s> <\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" The hard point's were automated somewhat it looked like. The ship itself, was humming very very softly. Slowly the hydraulics hissed, and a ramp lowered, a suited android walked out, looking very hesitant, hiding behind the weapons of the ship and its armor. He had vague data on the mech abilities, and it was obviously out of his ability to damage so his only option was diplomacy. "Colony? I don't have any information on a colony... Who are you, what do you want? I am armed and I won't hesitate to use everything at my disposal, even if that means launching a neutron beam from orbit, which believe me I'll do." The android was obviously scared, voice wasn't damaged, but it sounded heavily synthetic with an odd feeling like it was being forced to stay on a certain pitch occasionally. "What's the deal with coming here... When I scanned this planet there was nothing like your technology within its sphere of influence, especially after throwing myself free of a comet. What a crappy place, I'm not sure where I am, or how long I've got before that stupid junction works." Bee</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot Ascot decided not to contest the Android's absurd-seeming claim about a neutron beam, and said instead, "This is the planet Formalis - It's normally primitive but people tried to colonize it and vanished. Not just that, but there are a lot of crashed ships here and salvagers sometimes come here for scrap metal and other supplies." A pause, "I and my mech can help repair your ship if it's damaged, sir - I've had to do a lot of my own repair work during my days wandering alone." He sounded just like a child, which he was. "Either way, if you want me to leave you alone, I will as well!"</s> <\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" "No, no, its not damaged, I'm just resetting the phase buffers. My shielding is off by a few terahertz and it sucks because one thing that can damage it will, and this transport ship isn't exactly the most maneuverable." The android stepped out and pulled the helmet off. "Of course I wasn't kidding when I said I'd use a neutron beam from orbit. I've got Another ship in orbit. No crew. I'm the only one who can control that ship right now. Every single aspect is linked here to me. Just come out here and get out of the mech. It's scary. Even for someone like me." Bee</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski It took a few seconds for the humungous arthropod to detect two other presences. Soon he chipped into the com channel to get Frost on the line. He hadn't seen the skala at first; not with his own senses. With his drones, his sensory perception wasn't relegated to his own body but distributed across multiple smaller ones, linked to the central nexus of his own conscious perception. He smelled, heard, and saw what they saw like a thousand eyes inside of his own linked to a brain already used to controlling multiple limbs, bodily organs, augmentative parasites and other such components with a precision at once naturalistic and borderline mechanistic. "Vazyrin here. Skala group detected. Around 12 of them, no firearms. A click or so away from our position. I cannot tell if they are here to scavenge or if they are a territorial patrol. That's not all." His drones had picked up another signature; something like a faint tingle on their waving, whispy antennae. This wasn't a scent but a strange tingling that was almost electric. Elecromagnetic in particular. "There's something else - the pilot has gone to investigate it. I can't detect it properly from here with the atmospheric conditions however. Some sort of electronics. Someone ask them whatever it is they've made contact with." Normally, he would have gone and told the skala to stay clear. He'd been among their kind before and this planet was not unfamiliar to him. It was a good place to hide away from Federation patrols and the locals understood that. The problem was that getting up meant giving his positions away and with an unidentified, potentially hostile presence in the clear, that meant making himself a target in an area with poor cover and visibility. "I can try to contact the skala through my drones. Maybe I can stall them or we can work out an agreement. What's your call?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ascot Rider Ascot opened the cockpit and climbed down, saying, "All right, you happy?" He knew that this Android wouldn't hurt him out of hand - Psychic Empathy was great for a lot of things. Nevertheless, as the boy approached the Android, he said, "So, you just went here out of curioisity or to find a refuge? As for me, I came here for a job - escorting some supplies to a colony which turned out to have vanished. But it appears you don't know anything about that, so it seems I am at a dead end." A pause, before he continued, "By the way, my name is Ascot Rider. I'm sixteen years old and already a Mech Pilot." As for Michael, the young man had managed to sneak his mech behind a large outcropping, and was using his cameras to zoom in at the Skala - Whom he did not want to harm - and the band of criminals who were already conducting what seemed to be a salvaging operation. Should he try and contact them, or stay hidden for a while longer? Needless to say, he was on watch, trying to get a sense of what exactly the environment was. It seemed as if the criminals had a lot of potential cover due to the wrecked ships all around them, making just shooting at them dificult and increasing their chances of survival. Needless to say, Michael did not fancy fighting a battle of attrition, even if it was one he was confident of winning...</s>
<\|description\|>Vorra Mau Vorra Mau is 1.78m talls with a rather slim build. She wears her blonde hair in complicated braids most of the time. They reach under her shoulders when undone. Her most distinct feature are the Wayfarer markings on her face, earning each stripe on her face for a feat highly valued by them. Species Human Gender Female Age 31 Personality Vorra is most easily described as all over the place, when it comes to her personality, at least. Generally, she is a calm, collected individual that doesn't take things that seriously, and is prone to cracking jokes at all times. No matter if it is during a merry night spent in a cantina, or an intense shootout. She tends to make fun of persons she finds repugnant based on their reputation and moral renown on a regular basis, even if it gets her into a trigger happy situation. Where Vorra knows no fun and doesn't hold back is when it comes to those who can't protect themselves. She loses her sense of humor when a situation of that kind occurs and does her best to recklessly take down anyone preying on the weak and defenseless. Be it a local crime lord or a corrupt Federation official, Vorra allows herself no rest until scum like them are allowed to breathe. Reputation The reputation that Vorra Mau built for herself is that of a Bounty Hunter. Whether the bounty is a person, a ship, a family heirloom, Vorra can be hired for the right price. She doesn't really care whether the job is against the interest of The Federation, but her one rule she never breaks is to work with the most violent and criminal elements of the underworld. She often refuses to pay full payment for jobs against said elements. Vorra is not the most valuable target to bring to justice by The Federation, but she still does her best to avoid provoking them too much. History Vorra was born on the planet Treserus, a palace described as the galaxy's foremost junkyard. Her parents were workers in the local ship scrapping facilities. Their housing was rather rudimentary, but it offered them all the comfort they needed to make a living in the scrapyards. Vorra, knowing nothing else she could aspire for in her life, so after getting her basic education, she started to work in the same line of work as her parents. She started working in the factory when she was 14 years old. She worked next to her parents for four years, earning a reputation of a hard working person. Vorra gained her tech savviness here, something she hoped to use one day to build or repair a ship and get off Treserus together with her family. A few weeks before she turned 19, the Treserus Scrapyard & Salvaging Dock 19 came under attack by a band of pirates and raiders, dubbing them to be followers of a Great Khan, on a crusade for freedom. The Federation's response was lackluster and arrived only after most workers were slaughtered, with Vorra being among the few survivors. Leaving Treserus for good, Vorra started to work as a deckhand on any ship that would be hiring a tech savvy pair of hands. This way, she travelled around the outer fringes of Federation space for four years, seeing a lot of injustice and often being the target of it as well. She was often denied payment and escorted out of ships under death threats, and she hated how powerless she was, time and time again. In the Ugurth system, she was once again escorted from a crew no longer interested in her services at gunpoint and without payment, when she had a life changing event. A group of armored assailants made short work of the crew and gave Vorra the payment she deserved, but she refused it. Inspired by the Wayfarers, as they called themselves, she instead asked to join their ranks. Her proposal was accepted and for the next eight years, Vorra trained with the group, slowly working her way and building a reputation for herself, both among the Wayfarers and in the outer fringes of Federation controlled space as well. She made countless acquaintances during these years, the one she worked the most with was - strangely - an Android going by the name Frost. The duo formed a friendship that endured even longer periods of separation. One year ago, Vorra and the Wayfarers parted ways. The group maintained a high opinion of her and they retained good relations between each other ever since. Now working alone, Vorra travels from planet to planet, accepting jobs as a Bounty Hunter, or as she likes to call it, an asset acquisitor. During her last job, she came across a finding that might secure her and her most trusted friend a fortune they could not spend in an eternity. That, or a very cold grave. Gear Vaxen Anaconda Mk.I The Pegasus is Vorra Mau's pride and joy. She acquired the ship through means only known to her closest persons, as it is a tale she often tells during nights spent at bars and cantinas. Based on the design of an ancient manufacturer, the ship serves as a mobile base of operations for the crews she is part of, and offers a rather generous amount of storage for gears and other belongings, as well as personal means of transport. The Pegasus packs a decent punch in itself, being equipped by a single Huge Gauss Cannon, 3 Large Auto-Cannons, 2 Medium Pulse-Lasers and 2 Small Missile Launchers. The Pegasus also can take quite some punishment, but Vorra avoids extended engagement due to the ship's low overall maneuverability. The most unique feature of the Pegasus is its unique dual transponder that predates The Federation, that allows the ship to reach almost any destination in the galaxy once. Vaxen Hawk Mk.II Vorra's personal speeder, the Hawk is her means of getting along the way when planetside. It came aboard the Pegasus when she acquired it, so she seems fit to use it as her own. The mileage is slightly lower than Frost's trusty beast. Guardian Mk.III The armor of choice for Vorra Mau is a Guardian Mk.III set, one she acquired legally. The armor allows her maximum mobility at the cost of reduced endurance. The boots and the backplate contain built in jetpacks that allow her to dash around the battlefield at ground level, or allow her to gain the aerial advantage. The time allowed to be in air is between 60-90 seconds total per fuel cell. The visor of her helmet contains a HUD with thermal and night vision built in. Siber K Mk.I Propellant : Radon Hydronium Battery (10gw) Ammunition : 0.75L Helium-Hydride Cell ( 6 spare cells, ~7 shots per cell ) Class : Heavy Energy Handcannon FSD 7 Propellant : 15 KW Magnetic Induction Coils Ammunition : .307 Tungsten-Palladium rounds ( 3 spare clips, 12 rounds per clip ) Class : Gauss Rifle Other PDA A Personal Digital Assistant, an equivalent of a smartphone. 447 Federation Credits 300 FC's stored digitally, 147 in cash.</s> <\|message\|>Serenity Serenity sipped her cup of coffee as she gazed at her station beneath her feet. She watched each construction bay assemble it's current project. Some were idle, many were engaged in repair operations, some few were building new for a client. She turned slowly, gazing across the security and defense platforms dotted here and there, eventually making her way around to the other end, with the residential section and the port. Vaguely busy, as usually. The way she liked it; it meant federal security wouldn't care as much about this area. The rotation of the residential area seemed fine. She'd been salvaging components for another artificial gravity core, to build a more compact residential area, but she just had to finalize a few things in the blueprints before construction could begin. Satisfied with her inspection from the observation deck, she entered the elevator in the center and descended to the privacy of her home, the only open walking space attached to the manufacturing & processing block. She'd had one of the utility drones minding her breakfast. She wore pajamas. As she sat down to her meal, she started some music over her sound system and reviewed notes of the things they'd recovered from the ship graveyard since she went to bed. There had been some interesting finds over the few years she'd been here. If she were a better archeologist, maybe she could make more meaning out of it, but... She'd just have to let the information simmer in her brain. After breakfast, she decided she'd check out an interesting report from the spaceport, something about an ancient mech? One jaunt down some moving sidewalks, through residential, would take her to the spaceport, but finding the mech in that maze was going to be a hassle, too. She'd read some interesting things about the machine in question, and she wanted to speak to the owner about it. Heck, she should just find the owner. She remembered being surprised by his age when she reviewed the datawork. She disembarked into the residential archon of the station, following the listed address. The residential section was done up to resemble an actual town, and not just be a series of rooms on some lonely station. There were a few parks, as well. It didn't take her too long to find the place, but was the kid even in? If he wasn't asleep, would he be busy? Whatever. She knocked at the door, stepping back then and turning to gaze out over residential. If she was going to build that new section and have folks move over, she should really be sure to improve on the design.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider The door opened to reveal a sixteen-year-old kid in a jacket, shirt, pants and a simple set of slippers, a sixteen-year old boy who opened his eyes wide in surprise upon seeing Serenity then quickly recovered enough to let her in, saying, "Ms. Serenity, I didn't expect to see you! Come in, come in..." Letting her inside the interior of his home, Ascot hoped that the scrupulously-clean interiors didn't come off as too bland - He just didn't want to be attached to his temporary home. Either way, he continued, "I'll have the drones make you some tea - Or I can make it myself, whichever you prefer." Now, why would the station owner come here? Is it curiosity about the mech, or does she have something to do for me? Ascot thought as he waited for Serenity to respond to his offer of tea. Once he had paused long enough, the young man continued, "I presume that this has to do with the Ashbringer? If so, I'm prepared to answer whatever you want as long as it doesn't endanger my life and safety - After all, I have my own secrets." And he did, having fought against the Federation alongside the latest push by the Vexyeul and the outer colonists before parting ways with them (amicably) due to differing ideologies and some whiff of mistrust. That and upon finding out he was psychic, they chose to communicate with him via robots and paper mail instead of face-to-face. Either way, he had gotten a good haul of money and a lead as to what Federation Prison his parents were locked up in. Now all he needed was more money and reliable partners in order to assault said prison and secure his parents' freedom. Then they can be a happy family again.</s>	<\|message\|>Vorra Mau Formalis - High Orbit \| Saturday 15:31 PM Davenron Time \| Aboard the Pegasus "Alright, one more pass should do it. Victor, prepare the probes." Vorra was sitting behind her display panel, reading down the data from the previous batch of probes. She was about to use another three from the remaining seven, but if the info Frost gave her was true, it will be worth it. " Probes on standby, awaiting further orders. " Victor, the ship's AI Assistant replied, and simultaneously, three green lights lit up next to Vorra's right hand. They were about to come upon the part she wanted to scan in a minute or two. Vorra felt her light leg jump up and down, like a spring, too anxious to stop. She was dangerously low on credits to her liking, and the Pegasus was running at half a tank. More than enough to make the route back to Davenron and back to Formalis, but she felt like she's dangerously pushing her luck. A few more seconds passed and Vorra felt her heart skip a beat as her ship reached the point from which she will finish the scan of Formalis. " Probes away! " Vorra gave the order and less than a second later, a series of three soft thuds were heard from below the bridge of the ship. " Probes are away. ETA to scan completion, 90 seconds. " Vorra leaned back into her chair and observed the screen in front of herself as it counted down the time." Vorra, it's me. You alive?" Judging by Frost's voice, she was trying to get in touch for quite some time now. She punched a button, opening a comm-link with her old friend. " Frost, it's Vorra! Alive and doing well. Still orbiting Formalis, just doing the last round of scans. One more minute and we'll know what's true about the rumors. " Vorra immediately went back to following the probes descend on a diagram on one of her screens. The minute passed in agonizing silence, and most of all, it seemed to drag on forever. Then, the screen lit up and Vorra reached to a screen with her left hand and dragged it infront of herself. For a first few seconds, there was nothing appearing, except the terrain. Vorra bit on her lower lip, only for her eyes to open in complete awe a few seconds later. The scan revealed the rugged terrain of Formalis, dotted with dozens of crashed ships. All sizes, all the manufacturers, all the models one could imagine. " Frost, you have to see this. I'm saving the scan data onto my ships computer, it's too dangerous to be sent out freely. But the rumors seem to be true. Formalis is a gold mine. My scans picked up dozens of possible wrecks, I'm actually still counting them. But they are there, waiting for us. I'll go trough the scans in depth while travelling to you, filtering out the duds. You better get a trustworthy crew for this one. There could be enough stuff here to warrant a backstabbing or two. I'll leave Formalis within the hour, it will take me around a week to get to you. You prepare your part of the plan, I'll see what we have there. " Vorra finished speaking, a smile spreading on her lips as more and more possible hits popped up on the scan. " And Frost, do me a favor. Don't get killed. Or captured. I enjoy busting your shiny ass from prisons, but we don't have that kind of time at our hands right now. "</s>
<\|description\|>Vorra Mau Vorra Mau is 1.78m talls with a rather slim build. She wears her blonde hair in complicated braids most of the time. They reach under her shoulders when undone. Her most distinct feature are the Wayfarer markings on her face, earning each stripe on her face for a feat highly valued by them. Species Human Gender Female Age 31 Personality Vorra is most easily described as all over the place, when it comes to her personality, at least. Generally, she is a calm, collected individual that doesn't take things that seriously, and is prone to cracking jokes at all times. No matter if it is during a merry night spent in a cantina, or an intense shootout. She tends to make fun of persons she finds repugnant based on their reputation and moral renown on a regular basis, even if it gets her into a trigger happy situation. Where Vorra knows no fun and doesn't hold back is when it comes to those who can't protect themselves. She loses her sense of humor when a situation of that kind occurs and does her best to recklessly take down anyone preying on the weak and defenseless. Be it a local crime lord or a corrupt Federation official, Vorra allows herself no rest until scum like them are allowed to breathe. Reputation The reputation that Vorra Mau built for herself is that of a Bounty Hunter. Whether the bounty is a person, a ship, a family heirloom, Vorra can be hired for the right price. She doesn't really care whether the job is against the interest of The Federation, but her one rule she never breaks is to work with the most violent and criminal elements of the underworld. She often refuses to pay full payment for jobs against said elements. Vorra is not the most valuable target to bring to justice by The Federation, but she still does her best to avoid provoking them too much. History Vorra was born on the planet Treserus, a palace described as the galaxy's foremost junkyard. Her parents were workers in the local ship scrapping facilities. Their housing was rather rudimentary, but it offered them all the comfort they needed to make a living in the scrapyards. Vorra, knowing nothing else she could aspire for in her life, so after getting her basic education, she started to work in the same line of work as her parents. She started working in the factory when she was 14 years old. She worked next to her parents for four years, earning a reputation of a hard working person. Vorra gained her tech savviness here, something she hoped to use one day to build or repair a ship and get off Treserus together with her family. A few weeks before she turned 19, the Treserus Scrapyard & Salvaging Dock 19 came under attack by a band of pirates and raiders, dubbing them to be followers of a Great Khan, on a crusade for freedom. The Federation's response was lackluster and arrived only after most workers were slaughtered, with Vorra being among the few survivors. Leaving Treserus for good, Vorra started to work as a deckhand on any ship that would be hiring a tech savvy pair of hands. This way, she travelled around the outer fringes of Federation space for four years, seeing a lot of injustice and often being the target of it as well. She was often denied payment and escorted out of ships under death threats, and she hated how powerless she was, time and time again. In the Ugurth system, she was once again escorted from a crew no longer interested in her services at gunpoint and without payment, when she had a life changing event. A group of armored assailants made short work of the crew and gave Vorra the payment she deserved, but she refused it. Inspired by the Wayfarers, as they called themselves, she instead asked to join their ranks. Her proposal was accepted and for the next eight years, Vorra trained with the group, slowly working her way and building a reputation for herself, both among the Wayfarers and in the outer fringes of Federation controlled space as well. She made countless acquaintances during these years, the one she worked the most with was - strangely - an Android going by the name Frost. The duo formed a friendship that endured even longer periods of separation. One year ago, Vorra and the Wayfarers parted ways. The group maintained a high opinion of her and they retained good relations between each other ever since. Now working alone, Vorra travels from planet to planet, accepting jobs as a Bounty Hunter, or as she likes to call it, an asset acquisitor. During her last job, she came across a finding that might secure her and her most trusted friend a fortune they could not spend in an eternity. That, or a very cold grave. Gear Vaxen Anaconda Mk.I The Pegasus is Vorra Mau's pride and joy. She acquired the ship through means only known to her closest persons, as it is a tale she often tells during nights spent at bars and cantinas. Based on the design of an ancient manufacturer, the ship serves as a mobile base of operations for the crews she is part of, and offers a rather generous amount of storage for gears and other belongings, as well as personal means of transport. The Pegasus packs a decent punch in itself, being equipped by a single Huge Gauss Cannon, 3 Large Auto-Cannons, 2 Medium Pulse-Lasers and 2 Small Missile Launchers. The Pegasus also can take quite some punishment, but Vorra avoids extended engagement due to the ship's low overall maneuverability. The most unique feature of the Pegasus is its unique dual transponder that predates The Federation, that allows the ship to reach almost any destination in the galaxy once. Vaxen Hawk Mk.II Vorra's personal speeder, the Hawk is her means of getting along the way when planetside. It came aboard the Pegasus when she acquired it, so she seems fit to use it as her own. The mileage is slightly lower than Frost's trusty beast. Guardian Mk.III The armor of choice for Vorra Mau is a Guardian Mk.III set, one she acquired legally. The armor allows her maximum mobility at the cost of reduced endurance. The boots and the backplate contain built in jetpacks that allow her to dash around the battlefield at ground level, or allow her to gain the aerial advantage. The time allowed to be in air is between 60-90 seconds total per fuel cell. The visor of her helmet contains a HUD with thermal and night vision built in. Siber K Mk.I Propellant : Radon Hydronium Battery (10gw) Ammunition : 0.75L Helium-Hydride Cell ( 6 spare cells, ~7 shots per cell ) Class : Heavy Energy Handcannon FSD 7 Propellant : 15 KW Magnetic Induction Coils Ammunition : .307 Tungsten-Palladium rounds ( 3 spare clips, 12 rounds per clip ) Class : Gauss Rifle Other PDA A Personal Digital Assistant, an equivalent of a smartphone. 447 Federation Credits 300 FC's stored digitally, 147 in cash.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Michael sighed as he saw the message on his omni-tool, and went over to change to his pilot suit before entering his Mech, from where he reviewed the information promised to him. The dossiers shown on the mech's screen gave details of the criminals in question, an Android, a Vyexul, and a few Human subversives - These would not be easy pickings, especially as he was only going to bring one transport and resupply ship with him, one instructed not to try and help him when the combat started. Once said supply ship was safely requisitioned, he would ask its captain to speed all course for Formalis, where he planned to engage a few criminals in a firefight. After asking them who really killed the colonists on the planet, of course - He had a sneaking suspicion that those specific criminals were innocent of that particular crime. And who knows, maybe Ascot would be there too...</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "We're making this quick. The Federation do not lose that much personnel and hardware without raising alarms. There may be other vultures looking to cash in on this as well. Someone stays on lookout duty." The rust-scraping voice of the crew's largest companion grated away warningly. This mission was simple but so was every battle he had been in at heart. Everything else that would happen rarely was. As Vazyrin finished talking, a series of loud clicks, clacks, and cocking cha-chunks responded as his arsenal (that anyewhere else would be a crew-served weapon) prepared themselves for their task. The huge arthropod stepped forward as his various firearms folded up into compact modular forms and seemingly vanished into his armour. It was dizzying to watch the plethora of alien limbs, each one guided by a single consciousness but working in an interconected series of prodding, shoving, twitching motions while his enormous primary arms and legs moved in some rough approximation of a common biped. At his enormous height, he looked almost to be guarding the landing chute if not for the fact his back was turned. "The cargo ship will be the main priority. Once we make it in main threat will be security automata; this isn't the first ship I've raided and where humans will break, they do not. That leaves the potential for flesh and blood survivors on board and if so..." He turned his long, mandibled skull to face Vorra and Frost. "Rules of engagement, if you please. For surviving crew and unwelcome visitors. I'll leave it to you to decide who stays on watch duty."</s> <\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" It was not an expected sight if you were to see it, but on a distant ridge connecting to a small plateau lay a transport, landed and fully functional. Though it looked like it wasn't used to support long term organic flight, meaning it had already been stripped or something entirely different. The somewhat free floating spherical thruster at the back rotated itself downwards and fired just for a few seconds, melting away any snow that covered the ground around it. This seemed to happen periodically, every time snow crept into a certain radius of the ship. Though it was odd to see that nothing was entering or exiting it. It was most certainly something that had not been left there. So who, or what was it? That was certainly the question. It was unpainted, and looked like it had not touched a planet, in a long time. The blade like model giving it a sleeker and flat look. The engine sphere had full range of motion through some kind of technological wizardry, and the ship was big enough to house at least four people to orbit and back at a time. It didn't appear armed from that distance, but it was most likely retractable hardpoints for EM cannons, slow but pack a punch against smaller targets. It's behavior seemed more automated and robotic than it did organic and human, activating at specific and exact distances the snow seemed to creep in at instead of time based, suggesting that it's sensors were wired to a program firing the thrusters on a low power to keep components from freezing.</s>	<\|message\|>Vorra Mau Formalis - Touchdown \| Local Time Unknown \| Aboard the Pegasus "Alright, Victor. You know the drill. Get us in there safely, and make sure you land the ship as close as you can, but on a safe place." " Understand, Vorra. You can leave it to me. " Vorra stood up from her seat and walked to her personal cabin. The last week was difficult for her, to say the least. The Pegasus was rarely packed this full of persons. And to say that their crew was diverse was the understatement of the year. At first, their quirks annoyed Vorra to no end, but after the week's journey, she got used to them. Upon entering her own cabin, she opened her personal locker, containing her Guardian armor and gear. It took her a few minutes to adorn her white gear with streaks of golden fabric interwoven in them, topped by her purple sashes. She left the hood down for now, attached her sidearm to her hip, her main armament onto her back. She attached her utility belts containing ammo clips just as the ship touched down, with an audible thud, and slight recoil as the landing legs overtook the weight of the ship. Vorra reached for her mask and closed the locker, than went back to the cockpit. She looked out of the window and saw they were right next to the wreckages they mapped a week ago."Well done, Victor. I want you to use the sensor suite of the ship to be on the look out. You can patch into our comms any time you find something. Also. Victor, initiate mainframe lockdown. Full bionic verification required to override - fingerprints, retinal scan, voice ID. I don't want anyone to mess around with the Pegasus while I'm gone." There was a brief silence before Victor replied. "Understand, Vorra. Mainframe locked down. Initiating surveillance. " Vorra looked out of the window once again before stepping out from the bridge of the ship and managed to intercept Frost announcing their arrival. Then Vazyrin spoke and changed shape in the weirdest way Vorra ever saw. She instinctively placed her hand on her sidearm, despite doubting it would do much against the walking weapon platform. Vorra gave Frost a who the hell did you find look before stepping down. "Victor stays on the lookout. He'll see more through the Pegasus's sensor suite than all of us combined. We all need to hustle up, it won't be long until the Feds come swarming to Formalis." Vorra than turned to the rest of the crew and placed her right hand on her hip."Vazyrin is right. We should focus on the big one. Use caution in there, even the wrecks can be deathtraps. As for rules of engagement." A pause as she looked at Frost, once again annoyed she could not read her face for what she thinks about. "Security automata are expandable, and salvageable. As for any Federation personal, I'd allow them to surrender. If they refuse to, well, we have no choice." She locked eyes with Frost."But I'm not the boss here. What will it be, Frost"</s>
<\|description\|>A-150 "Shikishima" Appearance - Species -Android Gender - Male Based On Appearance and AI. Age - Of Recent Memory only around 17 or 18. Detail will be explained later in the Document. Personality - It's hard to say with him. At some times he can be indifferent and cold, at others can be reliant and warm. However it depends on the state of the situation, and person who's interacting with him. Reputation - His Documentation is thin at best. He's neither a ranger or a public figure, he has no one to protect but himself, and has no real need to perform a job he was never given. It is an odd sort of existence. Being recorded as existing but never being able to access it himself. History - It would be a lie if I said I knew what I was doing here. From every angle the android seems to have knowledge of its own existence, but nothing more than that. It however has no knowledge of its own creation, and has memories recorded only up to eighteen years ago, when it reactivated. Underneath the connected suit, he is surprisingly human, having kept most of its familiarity from being human. It has an odd sort of duality, while it refers to itself as both a vehicle and a person, to a person who does not have prior information. His activation took place in an unstable orbit around a decaying comet. His direct link with a ship with onboard manufacturing systems and the prepared armaments needed repairs so he leeched off thr comet itself, repairing the systems. By himself it took years, unable to produce anything to assist him. However it was not fitted for planetary decent, and after narrowly escaping death by comet tail during a unexpected collision between a rogue asteroid and the comet, managed to make it's way to the current planet of Formalis. It's remaining landing craft wasn't in perfect condition but would last him quite a while, whilst he looked for some kind of information regarding where he was located. He has not managed to make contact with anything or anyone else, too afraid to exit the landing craft, and much to afraid to reach out. [h3]Gear - [/color][/h3] - Lotaronin The Lotaronin Is the primary orbital ship connected to A-150. It's primary purpose before supposed deactivation was as a heavy cruiser type battlecraft. Armament Type - Main Armament : Spinal Neutron Accelerator - The primary purpose of this cannon was to tear away heavy armor and blow away small craft with a storm of neutrons, or punch through ships with a heavy neutron beam. Secondary Armament : 8 x 3 Medium Photon Repeaters - Designed for medium range defense, think of them as the secondaries on a warship, designed to take pot shots at a close range target. Situated on the sides of the top and bottom cannon bars. Anti-Small craft and Missile defense: Positron Beam Emitters - Small semispheres attached to key parts of the ship to formulate a defense zone against small craft and missiles, by emitting a continuous beam of positron energy. More Info The ship seems to be designed to integrate directly with A-150, causing a state of duality, where he exists both as the ship and as the android at the same time. Issuing commands just like a human would issue commands to an arm or a leg. However connected through a quantum link, instead of physically. Hygea Hygea is the lander craft, small in size, supporting around four people at once. It was not designed to be heavily used in combat and has little armor and little armament. Armament Type - Main armament : Four type 95 EM pulse cannons- The simple solution to defense, with range of 180 degrees around them, but cannot exceed four shots every eight seconds, dealing minimal damage to large ships, but is capable of taking out fighters and missiles with some difficulty. Personal Equipment Designed as a command based android, he is not equipped with anything more than a combat disk. It's designed to take much more than a few hits from a high caliber rifle but cannot emit any projectiles itself, and instead favors an energy line to use it like a yo-yo like weapon. The armor displayed above is a multipurpose suit designed to interface with his synthetic mind, to give him detailed information about his surroundings and give him decent protection against enemies and elements. I should make this clearer. The mind is entirely synthetic based. The body is mechanical in nature and designed to be as close to human as possible. The armor is a suit he wears to protect himself against erosion and other items. The second picture is an accessory If you need help, ask me in the discord where we'll all talk the most.</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider "I'll take it," Ascot said, noticing the fact that Serenity might actually miss him. "Thank you for the job - I'll be taking it." Pressing the button needed to signal agreement, Ascot muttered, "Formalis... That's a real backwater, but I can see why there might be trade goods there." Going down to the hangar where Ashbringer was, Ascot found himself in a surprisingly good mood as everything seemed to be going well for him. Serenity was a gracious, somewhat caring host and an honest woman - One rare in this region of space. Either way, once back in the hangar, with his mech in close proximity, Ascot said, "So, can I purchase extra rations and supplies for the escort mission?" A pause, "Wait, the merchant probably has enough space in his ship for the Ashbringer. Does he? And when can I meet this merchant? Also, do give him forewarning that I'm a kid - He might think that's a breach of contract if he finds that his protector is one..."</s> <\|message\|>Frost In the following week... The cold of Formalis had seeped into the crashed, rimed ships on its surface. Skala wandered about them thinking them to be something curious, but ultimately they were nothing but wonders that served no purpose to the wandering people. As quickly as they appeared, they were lost to the snow. The metal and plasteel that composed their twisted and mangled frames froze and warped as rocks and permafrost pressed further down on them. It would take some considerable effort to dig the snow away from the ships, but all that salvaged material could put a team of scrappers up for months if they got everything they could. This was the break Frost and Vorra had been needing for a while now, low on credits, bad luck, and running from heat. Not good for their type. Vorra found them and all was smooth, though recently the radio chatter on the less well known sides of the airwaves were talking about some white-knight-complex-having federal toady calling himself the "Ivory Flash." Some guy in a huge robot running around clearing places out for the Feds or something. Apparently his robot was packing major heat, wouldn't be good to run into that even if they had a Vrexul communist running with them. Vorra had picked Frost up after a mildly long explanation explaining their new...arachnoid accomplice as well as carpooling for Molly who they had all met up with. Molly was her usual chill-vibed self around Frost, they hadn't spoken in a while. Frost and Varzyrin worked on getting everyone caught up to speed on the job and what Formalis actually was. It was a little awkward trying to get a Vrexul and two fugitives out of orbit, but then again, it wasn't something any of them weren't used to. once they were all aboard Vorra's ship, Frost got in front of everyone who was gathered around, for the sake of a briefing. She had a glock visible at her hip with a knife and magazines for said glock put up in her coat. While Vorra soared the lot of them through the less regulated pieces of the Federation's skies to get out from under their watch, she spoke to get everyone up to speed. It wouldn't be long before they got there. Alright, listen up for a second, if I ain't told you already, we're going to a place out of Federal space called Formalis. Vorra says it's colder than hell there but we're going to loot a bunch of federal ships that crashed there. Big ones. They hit lower orbit at a sharp curve and the clouds threw 'em off their game. Pilots'r probably on ice by now but we dunno how much time we'll have until someone sends a rescue team out there or something. The plan is we get down there and take everything that ain't nailed down, haul ass to Kastrack or some other black market where the Feds won't look, split the cash, and go one about life like normal afterwards." They had all spent a week's worth of time together so everyone by now was well acquainted, on a first name basis and background. Varzyrin was an anti-fed war hero, Molly was an anti-fed spy of a sort and Frost just a straight up criminal with good contacts. Since they were all familiar with one another, they knew everyone was here for the money, and more people meant smaller shares but more ease of shares at all. If anyone wanted to stab someone else in the back, that could put everything in a messy state. Formalis was coming into view on the horizon. Formalis A dreary, foggy atmosphere of grays and whites which could barely be seen by the snow clouds. Of far behind the planet was an orange, mopey glow that could debatably be called a sun. This was it. "Okay, we're here, everyone. Get ready fer'a landing." As Vorra hit the landing protocol on her dash, the planet slowly began to grow bigger off the windshield, which was progressively getting foggier and foggier. They emerged from the sky near a valley with the sun high in the clouds, the wind blowing hard against the ship, but unnoticeably so; their targeted place wasn't very far. Formalis was a very quiet place, herds of oryx-esque mammals big enough to mount as steeds lept away over hills into peace as they descended. Off in the distance stood high, stoic mountains that broke the pale background with their dark, gleaming colors. There wasn't much in terms of civilization, but humanoid figures could be seen in small groups, off far away with staves to walk through the snow with. Once they made contact with the ground, roughly 30 feet of space between them and the two ships that had crashed, it was time for work. One of the ships was an aerial APC designed for transporting workers, everyone inside being dead with missing bodies. The other was much bigger and bulkier, it was for cargo. One could assume that they were going to set up shop here and take the place over for the government. "Well, here we are."</s> <\|message\|>Ascot Rider Michael sighed as he saw the message on his omni-tool, and went over to change to his pilot suit before entering his Mech, from where he reviewed the information promised to him. The dossiers shown on the mech's screen gave details of the criminals in question, an Android, a Vyexul, and a few Human subversives - These would not be easy pickings, especially as he was only going to bring one transport and resupply ship with him, one instructed not to try and help him when the combat started. Once said supply ship was safely requisitioned, he would ask its captain to speed all course for Formalis, where he planned to engage a few criminals in a firefight. After asking them who really killed the colonists on the planet, of course - He had a sneaking suspicion that those specific criminals were innocent of that particular crime. And who knows, maybe Ascot would be there too...</s> <\|message\|>Birth name: Varzyrin Zracyrvski "We're making this quick. The Federation do not lose that much personnel and hardware without raising alarms. There may be other vultures looking to cash in on this as well. Someone stays on lookout duty." The rust-scraping voice of the crew's largest companion grated away warningly. This mission was simple but so was every battle he had been in at heart. Everything else that would happen rarely was. As Vazyrin finished talking, a series of loud clicks, clacks, and cocking cha-chunks responded as his arsenal (that anyewhere else would be a crew-served weapon) prepared themselves for their task. The huge arthropod stepped forward as his various firearms folded up into compact modular forms and seemingly vanished into his armour. It was dizzying to watch the plethora of alien limbs, each one guided by a single consciousness but working in an interconected series of prodding, shoving, twitching motions while his enormous primary arms and legs moved in some rough approximation of a common biped. At his enormous height, he looked almost to be guarding the landing chute if not for the fact his back was turned. "The cargo ship will be the main priority. Once we make it in main threat will be security automata; this isn't the first ship I've raided and where humans will break, they do not. That leaves the potential for flesh and blood survivors on board and if so..." He turned his long, mandibled skull to face Vorra and Frost. "Rules of engagement, if you please. For surviving crew and unwelcome visitors. I'll leave it to you to decide who stays on watch duty."</s>	<\|message\|>A-150 "Shikishima" It was not an expected sight if you were to see it, but on a distant ridge connecting to a small plateau lay a transport, landed and fully functional. Though it looked like it wasn't used to support long term organic flight, meaning it had already been stripped or something entirely different. The somewhat free floating spherical thruster at the back rotated itself downwards and fired just for a few seconds, melting away any snow that covered the ground around it. This seemed to happen periodically, every time snow crept into a certain radius of the ship. Though it was odd to see that nothing was entering or exiting it. It was most certainly something that had not been left there. So who, or what was it? That was certainly the question. It was unpainted, and looked like it had not touched a planet, in a long time. The blade like model giving it a sleeker and flat look. The engine sphere had full range of motion through some kind of technological wizardry, and the ship was big enough to house at least four people to orbit and back at a time. It didn't appear armed from that distance, but it was most likely retractable hardpoints for EM cannons, slow but pack a punch against smaller targets. It's behavior seemed more automated and robotic than it did organic and human, activating at specific and exact distances the snow seemed to creep in at instead of time based, suggesting that it's sensors were wired to a program firing the thrusters on a low power to keep components from freezing.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrsi Eirisphere Age: 17 Gender: Female Personality: Kirsi could be considered a bit eccentric if it wasn't for the fact that all mages are eccentric in their own ways already. She's energetic and happy-go-lucky, almost a goofball when it comes to her outward personality. However, her values are warped to the point that she's completely ok with cursing people in horrible ways and literally grafting their souls to the dolls that she uses her familiars. That said, Kirsi isn't an evil person, she won't go out of her way to hurt others unless it's absolutely necessary. Appearance: Skills: Aside from magecraft related stuff, Kyrsi's only noteworthy skill is sewing which she does not only because her magic demands it but hobby that she caught over the years. Abilities: As a traditionally schooled magus, Kyrsi has all of the basics covered. Her family's signature magecraft is Spirit Invocation, a research into the very substance from which souls are made of as well as their interactions with fate. Kyrsi employs it in an unorthodox manner; binding wraiths to mystic codes shaped like plush dolls (particularly damaged-looking teddy bears) that she carries around as key chains. With a minimal infusion of magical energy, the dolls are turned back to their normal size and do Kyrsi's bidding. They attack with vicious claws and fangs that carry curses from the vengeful spirits. In addition to her plushies, Kyrsi has a sewing kit mystic code that has been passed down her family for generations, which she carries around in a pouch the whole time. It's a collection of tools specialized for the creation of other mystic codes and other related activities, but since they also carry a considerable number of curses of their own, they can be to fight other magi if need be. The most important items in the kit are a bundle of thread made from an ancient witch's hair, a set of needles made from narwhal tusks, and a pair of scissors whose blades are rumored to be made from the shards of a demonic sword. Last but not least, because of her family's research into the substance of souls, Kirsi is knowledgeable about Spiritual Surgery. Whether or not it's a good idea to let her practice it is another matter entirely. Brief Backstory: Kirsi is the latest heiress of the Eirisphere family; a not particularly ancient magus bloodline, having between two and three hundred years of magecraft practice. Their household is located in the lands under the jurisdiction of the Edelfelts, even though they remain mostly independent as long as they can keep honoring their leasing contract. While Kirsi is the most brilliant individual to be born in her family to this day, her quirkiness was a massive source of worry for her father. It was in fact one big surprise for everyone, including Kirisi, when she received the command seals that meant that she would have a chance to participate in the infamous ritual known as the Holy Grail War. However, it was to no one's surprise that she took the chance just because it looked like it would be fun. The idea that she might lose her life in the process never crossing her mind. Class: Caster True Name: Demon Skull Princess, Takiyashahime Parameters: * STR: E * END: D * AGI: C * MAN: A * LCK: C * NP: B Class Skills: * Territory Creation B: Caster is able to reproduce her former workshop at Souma Castle. * Item Construction B: Allows the creation of all kinds of talismans and other items related to onmyoudou. Personal Skills: * Witchcraft A: Caster was bestowed with the knowledge of onmyoudou and frog magecraft by a mysterious wizard named Nikushisen, quickly mastering it as a tool for her ill-fated revenge. Noble Phantasm: * Gashadokuro: Grudge from Yomi's Depths * Rank: B * Type: Anti Army * Range: 1~20 * Maximum Number of Targets: 50 people * The summoning of a giant flaming skeleton formed from the bones and grudges of those who died on a battlefield and were never buried as well as those of died of hunger caused by the endless wars that ravaged the land during Caster's lifetime. She's able to summon the creature in parts without invoking the Noble Phantasm's True Name using both its physical powers and defense as well as its ability to throw fireballs created from coalesced grudge. Once deployed the true nature of this Noble Phantasm is opening a gate to the dark Japanese underworld, in the form of a massive torii enveloped in darkness and burning hitodama, from which a much larger Gashadokuro crawls out and does her bidding. After the duration ends or at Caster's command, the creature will go back to where it came, trying to drag any opponents within its range down to Yomi with itself. If the targets don't have neither the Strength or the Agility to escape, their doom is unavoidable. Personality: A person with a personality fundamentally warped by the desire to avenge her father's death. Despite having the traditional grace of a Yamato Nadeshiko, Caster isn't defenseless or passive. In fact, she's practical to the end, cold and merciless to those who wronged her. She values family bonds to the point she joined her brother in a rebellion they had no hope of winning. Even after death, her only desire is to destroy the society brought forth by the spilling of her father and brother's blood and she'll sacrifice anything to do so. Alignment: Neutral Evil</s> <\|message\|>Sakurazawa Hitomi --- The First Night --- In the end, it had been her curiosity above all else that lead her to this position. While she professed her loyalty to the Church without a shred of duplicity, the truth was that she had little interest in the veracity of naming this conflict 'the Holy Grail War'. She could care less about its ultimate goal. Perhaps that was why they had approached her in the first place? To be honest, she didn't care. Not when the opportunity that had been afforded to her by her appointment lay right before her eyes. She had no interest in the Holy Grail itself. Not only because she did not desire it for her own, but because she did not even care about it in the same regard as the Church itself. If it were a fake? That didn't matter. Nor did it matter if it was the genuine article. What mattered to her was its capabilities. What mattered to her was who it could call. Heroic Spirits. Servants. Summoned figures of the history of humanity brought to the present to wage battle against one another. To claim this Holy Grail. That was where her interest lay. The opportunity to meet these people, to see who they were, to see their true nature. That was what she desired. She clasped her small, delicate, frail hands together in prayer as her eyes regarded the moonlight. The night was still quite young. The sun had only just set. She had accepted the role of the Church's Overseer for the sake of witnessing them. A smirk crossed the lips of the Overseer. She had accepted the role of the Church's Overseer to watch them struggle. --- The first night approached. She was nothing if not confident. For what reason had she prepared? For what reason had she been born in the first place? This was her purpose, and she wouldn't fail. Especially given the spirit she had summoned in the first place. Her long black hair hang over her back as one of the maids provided by her remaining relatives brushed it. The small girl, appearing to be nothing more than a child, sat with her legs kicking lightly as she considered the course the war would take. Undeniably, no matter who her opponents may be, she was going to claim victory. It was a simple fact, not only backed up by self-confidence but also by her capacity as a magus, as a homunculus. She was tied to this land. The Sakurazawa bloodline always had been, but Hitomi herself was even more intrinsically linked to the land by her very nature. As long as the battle took place here, there was no doubt in her mind that she would win. Not that there was any reason to doubt she'd win in the first place. "... I am done, ojou-sama," the maid's voice said behind her. "Good, good. There's no reason not to look my best tonight, after all," she declared, smiling to herself as she slipped off her seat and looked back over her shoulder, "Not that my opponents will be capable of appreciating the fact that I am." Her smile only broadened. Ah, the strain on her when she'd summoned her Servant hadn't been the most pleasant experience, really... it had hurt inside of her stomach when she initially called him from the throne. But it had faded swiftly, and Hitomi was greeted with a powerful figure from Japan's history. Not only a native heroic spirit, but one whose name was known through the country for his exploits. Sakata Kintoki, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Minamoto no Yorimitsu. ... Who had immediately asked if she was feeling well when as she recovered from the initial summoning, which was a little unexpected... but not unwelcome... but still! She had summoned a powerful Servant, and she was going to take advantage of this to the fullest. Hitomi left her room, followed by her maids, and headed downstairs. "Are you ready, Berserker?" she asked, arms placed on her hips, "We're going to teach our opponents that they never should have tried to enter this Holy Grail War!" @Rin@Raineh Daze@KoL@King Cosmos@Vahir</s> <\|message\|>Evelyn Fehrenbach Evelyn and Elisabeth Travelling to Japan across the breadth of the world had been entirely uneventful compared to the runup, which had almost inexplicably--to Evelyn, at least--involved strange, hushed meetings with Church officials. Who was she, what did she want, who was putting her up to this? Despite Elisabeth's insistence that this was for her own safety, it had felt rather like she was being assessed for death. The later explanation that this was entirely true but still preferable to getting the information from an actual magus had been... disquieting. As much as she disliked her eyes, having them plucked from her head and her arm cut off as a key into this war was a step down from wearing a blindfold. Once in Japan... well, she was a girl of limited means; there was no fancy catalyst for her summoning. All Evelyn could do was hope that whatever spirit most resonated with her was strong enough to have a chance at victory. So far, she seemed fortunate...? Orion was a legendary figure, the second most identifiable constellation and likely the greatest hunter to have ever lived. How that would translate into fighting other Servants, though, or if he was really all that... she couldn't say for sure. For some reason, Elisabeth had taken a near immediate dislike to him and started arguing over nothing much in particular. Not enough to refuse his assistance in reaching their current position, though, as she begrudgingly stood beside the hulking figure and looked down at the city. Evelyn, having no business standing near the edge of a skyscraper like those two, had instead seated herself cross-legged in the middle of the roof and lit up a cigarette. "You really think you can spot a Servant from up here? They're probably hiding," Elisabeth said, doubting that anyone would do anything to reveal themselves so blatantly. "I'm telling you, we'd be better off checking with the Overseer. Last thing we need is to antagonise the Church." --- GOLDEN "Yo, Master!" the Berserker said, uncharacteristically cheerful for... basically anyone summoned into that class, as he turned around to look at her. From somewhere else in the mansion, he'd managed to pull a full-length mirror and had, until her appearance, been admiring himself in it. That, at least, was something trivial for him to do. How the man had so rapidly acquired a change of clothes and sunglasses...? Well, his shopping ability was probably golden, too. "Feelin' better now? My ol' costume ain't golden enough, so I got somethin' fresh that should fit in more." Not that he really had any hope of fitting in. If there was one thing Kintoki wasn't, it was subtle. Or unobtrusive.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrsi Eirisphere The Holy Grail War...a ritual to summon Heroic Spirits, powerful figures from throughout human history, from their resting place at the Throne of Heroes, and have them vie for supremacy in battle. The final prize was nothing but the Holy Grail itself—or rather one of the many objects to ever be called by that name—an all-mighty wish-granting device. "That's an impressive idea, huh?" In Kyrsi's opinion, there was something amiss with this ritual. It all sounded too good to be true, or perhaps, a little incomplete. She decided to take part in it just to see if how false this advertisement was, and maybe learn a thing or two. Most important of all, the part about summoning Heroic Spirits was true! Kyrsi found that baffling when she finished the summoning ritual and found herself face to face with a...Caster? Yeah, that had to be it. After all, there was no other explanation for what kind of Servant would answer her summons. Of course, Kyrsi would have preferred something more dashing like a Saber or a Rider, but at least she won the cutesy lottery it seems. All that was left to do now, is go out and win this war! "Hey, Caster, I know you probably want to set a workshop or something like that. But, what do you say about going out and scouting the area personally first?" Kyrsi asked of her Servant while rummaging through a pile of random clothes. "I even have the perfect disguise if you want to remain incognito," she said as she pulled a pair of garish yellow raincoats.</s>
<\|description\|>Nyx Author: Deliciusman "X-307. Imagine if the Destiny and the Langford got busy." Dr. Phil Lawson Class: X-307 Dimensions: 270 x 170 x 60 m Operator: IOA Date of commission: 1st JAN 2021 Facilities: Command deck C&C Observation deck CO quarters Conference room Crew deck Science department Physics Biology Archeology Chemistry XO quarters GO Quarters Crew quarters Mess hall Sick bay Rec room Gym Brig Asgard Knowledge Core Hangar deck SCC Quarters Hangar 8x F-302 100x AMRAAM missile FESS (Pronounced Fez) - Fatal Error Safety System 2x Puddle jumper 2x Puma IFV Gate room Engineering Asgard core Resource processor and factory unit Armory HK 416 Assault rifle + carbine modification M320 Grenade launcher M249 LMG Glock-17 Sidearm MP5 SMG Zats ARGs Transphase eradication rod EMP generator Cargo hold Supplies for 90 days Hydroponics Airlocks 2x Jumper dock Starboard airlock Portside airlock Cargo ramp Systems: Engines - 2 central - 2x2 wings Hyperdrive Comm array Ancient stones Cloak (Testing phase) Sensors Shields Asgard transporter - Ring Transporter Asgard core Power generation Subspace capacitor (Incomplete development) 2x Naquadah generator 6x Hydrogen fusion reactor Gas harvester Resource processor and factory unit Crew: Military Officers Crew - 25 Marines - 50(10 Trained pilots) Pilots - 5 Dedicated Pilots + Marines if necessary. Civilians Diplomat(s) Scientists - 10 Per Department + Department head. Specialists (Could use ancient stones to get those when needed) Weapons: Top 26x1 Modular turret 4x2 Missile tube 2x2 Heavy turret Bottom 2x2 Heavy turret 12x1 Modular Turret Front 2x1 Heavy Spinal mount Commanding officer Catherine Black (Forsythe) Executive officer Morrigan [Tok'Ra] (Forsythe) Wing Commander [Traveller] (Apollosarcher) Ship Computer Hermiod [Asgard AI] (Apollosarcher) Recon-1 commander James Tyler (Apollosarcher) Recon-1 combat specialist Cpt. Oscar johansonn (Forsythe) Recon-1 scientist Flynn Fletcher (Apollosarcher) Recon-1 engineer Falnore Tollan (Forsythe)</s> <\|message\|>Jameson "James" Colt Henry Tyler "So... If there are no more questions, mind if we see the ship? I couldn't sleep last night, it's my first proper off world trip. Not to mention it'll be a whole new galaxy! Perhaps one without a bunch humans or things that just eat, use, or convert us..." He froze remembering the former Goa'uld at the table. "Uh... No offense intended..." He gave a blush nervous, though he looked rather the part of the brute. Flynn was obviously the most green of the group, though his knowledge and enthusiasm for the work were commendable. He was one of the top minds here at the SGC getting him as their own personal nerd meant they were avoiding the more cynical McKay and the more all knowing self righteous Daniel. Of course, both were annoyed they were not going on the trip, but of course the military was barely okay with one civilian, even if they had trained before all this. The Colonel got up smiling, as he pushed the brim of his Stetson up. "Well, maybe when we get there we can get some proper army boys instead of the jarheads... Cap'n I just don't plum get how you put with 'dem crayola loving navy lovers." Chuckled the army soldier as got up from the table. "And kid, don't worry... Alien's only try to kill most of the tame... And hey once in awhile you meet one that can talk all pretty and helps ya out." He gave the XO a wink as he turned to head for the stairs. "So... Where did ya park the ship? Is it in orbit or did we least put further out to shorten the trip?" James asked as he turned leaning on the railing looking back the crew.</s> <\|message\|>Nyx "None taken. You are not wrong. Even I have to admit to being disturbed to some degree when I learned of the Wraith. To think that with our ability to heal the host, the process might take even longer... I shudder to think." Morrigan said, visibly uncomfortable with the idea. "But I would not worry. The replicators probably did a thorough job of eliminating any civilization that was advanced enough for them to assimilate, and it is likely that we can stand up to whomever they left behind. I would be most worried about any automated Asgard defenses we might stumble upon." "Well, fortunately during our stay on the Langford, we've had ample practice fighting against the odds and treading carefully." The captain added, "Hence why we will carry two puddle jumpers to act as recon craft. If there is a civilization that can well and truly hide even form Asgard sensors, the Lanteans are it." and if it came to slugging, she believed that the asgard shields would be able to hold out long enough for a quick jump out of range. Turning to the colonel, the captain grinned: "The marines are trained to repel boarders on ships, so they will do nicely for ship security and for protecting whoever explores the seed ship. But I concur that once we establish ourselves and start exploring planets, gating in a few good old SG teams or fresh PBI is a good idea. No sense carrying them with us immediately though, we can carry only so many supplies. Hopefully we will be able to set up on the garden world, from what the doc said, it should be able to feed quite a few mouths. Maybe even a bunch of livestock. I would not say no to fresh cheese after a few months." she sighed. While she enjoyed her command of the Langford, the cuisine despite the best efforts of the mess staff was severely lacking in variety and flavor, and that was with considerably shorter supply lines from Earth. "Speaking of, the Nyx should finish beaming up supplies by the end of the hour. Falnore is overseeing the preparations on board, so he should give you an echo when it's your time to beam aboard. although if you excuse me, I have to catch a plane to Edwards. I will be taking one of the 302s up, it will probably be the last chance I get to fly for quite some time." Black dismissed them, heading out. "I believe the captain is one of the people who believe they do not survive usage of modern transportation means and are replaced by an identical clone." Morrigan observed, "I don't think I have ever seen her walk through a gate, ring or beam aboard. She flown one of your fighters aboard the Langford as well." As she said that, their earpieces came to life. "XO, Colonel, doctor Fletcher? We are ready for you up here." the voice of the Tollan engineer said.</s> <\|message\|>Jameson "James" Colt Henry Tyler James gave a grin. "Well if we're getting cattle when we get there I'll call up mom and pop arrange for some horses and longhorns! I know how you loved it when I slipped steak onboard." He chuckled as he moved towards Morrigan adjusting his hat, before taking it off giving a small bow the former Queen, placing his hat over his heart. "Morrigan, might I accompany our wonderful XO to her ship? Give us a bit to catch up, I missed ya something fierce while they had me down learning to play nice with all the flyboys, water jockeys, and jarheads." James put his hat back on and offered his elbow as if he was planning to escort her to fancy dinner party, not onto the latest battleship built by humanity. James chuckled as he watched the Captain leave the ship. "She's not a big fan of anything she can't control... Like what I do in my off hours, she's great fun off duty though." He stated looking at Flynn with a chuckle as stood next to Morrigan cracking a sly grin. "When your working she's all business... Unless you got the luxury rations to bribe her. Speaking of which, I hope that cooler made onboard... Picked out a few choices steaks, wine, and a few other tidbits from back home. I figured if I make all personal items food she'll be a little less mean about the whole drinking on her ship thing?" James tilted his head curious if Morrigan knew if the Captain was still particular upset about him and his rather... Unorthodox methods of relaxation and creative use of his time. Flynn was simply confused deciding to ignore all of it, mostly because he didn't really understand all the science behind it nor did he want to really. He heard from Daniel that Samantha Carter could make even interesting topics go right over anyone's head with techno babble skills, he decided he didn't want to chance it. "Well... Were ready down here. Just finished our briefing and the Captain's already gone." he explained to the Engineer turning again shaking his head at James and his seemingly unimpressed attitude to all of this. A second chirp could be heard in the earpiece before the AI of Hermiod spoke through the comms. "It would be faster if the captain would also simply use the transporter herself. Should I start factoring this human illogical stubbornness into all of my calculations involving the Captain of this vessel?"</s>	<\|message\|>Nyx "Listen to none of this nonsense, Doctor." Morrigan chuckled dryly. "Only that about alcohol. There is a time and place for it, and that is not 'my cabin, every evening'. The captain has an uncanny instinct where to look, and the cleaning staff appreciates the additional degreaser. If the colonel here wants to drink, he will have to generate a victory worth toasting to." the XO deadpanned at the recon team leader. "The fighters need to be flight tested and brought up in either case, Hermiod. No reason why the Captain can not enjoy herself in the process. In either case, it is just a theory. Although I am baffled that an Asgard would fail to realize that organic beings are not free form emotion and illogical behavior. How did you ever defeat us?" the XO snarked to the comms. "Falnore, three to beam." One white flash of interrupted existence later, the XO found herself stood upon the bridge, with the two men being beamed to their cabins so they could unpack. "Falnore. Dr. Lawson. Status report, please." she said, moving to her station. The bridge of the 307 was anything but similar to the 304. Where the Daedalus-class ships had the bridge in the command tower on the aft, the 307 had a control room tucked safely on the inside of the ship, with enough monitors and holographic projectors to create a full sphere view of the outside if necessary. In the center was a slightly dipped space with a holo table where the Captain and herself commanded the other crew from. Said table lit up with a checklist that reported most things in the green as the lead designer and chief engineer approached. "She is ready to go. All that remains is for the captain to arrive with Viper squadron and you are ready to go. I'm going to miss it here." Dr. Lawson noted, unfortunately not allowed to join the expedition due to his worsening health. "You've done enough, Phil." Morrigan attempted to console him, "She is beautiful and everything we asked for. I promise we will bring her back in one piece." After that, the intercom came online. "Nyx, Viper-1. We are orbital and closing in. Don't leave without us." Half an hour later, the crew was all on their posts, listening to the shipwide broadcast. "Nyx, this is Lorne. You are departing on what is a mission of an importance in the big league. The Abydos expedition. The Atlantis expedition. The Destiny expedition. You will be up there with them. The bar has been set high, but I have every confidence you can do it. You are on this mission, because you are the best at what you do. What you can fins in Ida can potentially catapult us to the same level as the Ancients technologically. We are all looking forward to you bringing us some cool souvenirs. Godspeed." Taking a breath and straightening her uniform, Catherine looked upon the projection of the Earth one last time for what she assumed would be a long time. "Thank you, general. We will get this done. Homeworld command, ES Nyx requesting authorization for departure." The voice of O'Neill came through: "Permission granted. Good hunting, captain." "Helm, take us out." she gave the order, switching the display to show the ship's movement. The six engines at the back of the Nyx roared to life, and the sleek frame broke free of the orbit and started accelerating to the departure point. "Last chance to jump the bus." Morrigan grinned. "Not for the World." Black grinned back. The Earth slowly shrunk and vanished, the display shutting down and being replaced by the standard data feed. "Captain, we have reached the departure point." the helm reported from under their VR helmet. "Take us out." A blue tear opened in the space past the moon, and the Nyx was swallowed by hyperspace.</s>
<\|description\|>Kir Gender: Female Appearance: She is very beautiful and attractive, more so than other goblins. Personality: A relentless individual who pursues her own goals and desires, and in simple one could call her 'greedy'. Whilst her drive and bravery can lead her to push ahead valiantly, or frankly perform even laborious tasks if it means getting something out of it herself, they are also just as likely to lead her into trouble. Whilst she is very possessive of 'what is mine', somewhat like dragons from certain folklores back on Earth, at the same time she can be rather amicable and friendly and even get along in general in social situations otherwise. Past Life History: A yes-woman, a flirt, a beauty, and a criminal tease who lived much her life using others to her advantage and benefit. A child who grew up with everything and wanted more, and used her wits and charm to turn heads and empty wallets for her own sake. However, whilst a skilled manipulator she would eventually fall onto bad times after trying to pick at the wrong target and see her efforts all for naught. In the end she would be forced to pick up the pieces of her life and come to terms with it, before finding a husband and actually settling down. She would ultimately become an anime lover and a kinder person in this latter half of her life, and ultimately make more income on the side from selling super-detailed cosplay attire to others and selling pictures of her cosplaying to boot. She would even go to conventions alongside her also anime-avid husband, both getting exposure for her work and fostering a deeper connection with her beloved and eventually her own kids. In the end, however, she would die when a victim of her former shenanigans ran her over with a car. At the time she was out walking with her husband, heading from a parking lot to an anime convention in the city for a 'date night'. Both her and her husband died instantly from the impact, and the driver would die of her own wounds in the ambulance soon after. Skill: "Recreate" - To put it simply, the wielder of this skill can create 'fake' copies of items/things as well as mimic/copy the skills/abilities/techniques/powers of other living things for their own use. In other words the wielder 'recreates' capabilities they have witnessed, and objects they have seen/encountered, for their own use. To recreate something, all the wielder needs to have done is have seen/perceived said object or capability they wish to recreate. This is because their senses and mind in general have been altered and tweaked by this skill to passively read, analyze, and retain this sort of information in their mind. Even the history of a recreated object or capability (aka: skill/ability/technique/power) is perceived and recorded by the wielder's mind, though this is simply a way to make a 'more convincing and stronger copy/mimicry/recreation' by 'recreating' the history of the original and applying it to the copied/mimicked/recreated version. The storage of all of this information, however, allows the wielder to recreate items and capabilities to make use of them over and over and over again. Like a rapid-fire copy machine, basically. However, as a rule of thumb 'recreated' objects and capabilities are always inferior in quality and power to the originals and would lose to them in these specific aspects in a straight 1-v-1 every time. They are, however, superior in quality to 'mimicries' created using magic and such otherwise, basically making these 'recreations' to be 'high quality but inferior copies'. Likewise, these 'recreations' are all still just temporary 'mimicries' of the originals that will fade away in due time (items fading notably slower than recreated capabilities). Further, this skill does not take growth into account. What this means more specifically is that, for example, if you recreated a warrior's spear and spear-wielding skills, you only have the information of 'what that spear and spear-wielding skill was like at that point in time'. If that warrior from before has since honed their spear-wielding skills more, and their spear was enchanted and made more powerful and reforged, then you would have to see them both all over again to be able to recreate the stronger versions in turn. Further limiting this power is also the wielder's state of evolution, or the strength of their soul, so the stronger the wielder becomes through evolution the more powerful the objects and capabilities they can actually recreate. As a base goblin, for example, you couldn't recreate the skills of a hobgoblin or an item that only something stronger than a hobgoblin could wield for one reason or another...but could do so when it comes to other goblins and the things they can utilize or own. Or if a hobgoblin wields a weapon or shield or other item they made as or could still wield as a goblin, then a base goblin with this power could recreate those objects in such a case. Further, something like a divine blessing given to or inherited by a specific individual can't be recreated. Certain powers like 'can shoot out webs cause they killed enough spiders', techniques that can be learned such as weapon-wielding techniques, skills like sewing, etc, can be recreated though. Finally, as an aside, in the specific case of 'recreated objects' there is another catch. If you 'overload' them with magical energy, then they can very very briefly match the power of the original item they were based after. As a result, however, they are outright and immediately destroyed in the aftermath of using them in such a state. As a simple base goblin, recreations of objects and capabilities last for up to a maximum of five minutes before disappearing. This time frame increases exponentially with each evolution, going up to fifteen minutes if they were to evolve into a hobgoblin. If a certain line of evolution somehow synergized with this skill, then the time limit would exponentially increase even further going farther down that evolution line. Other: -I'm a Mighty Goblin - EXP: 0 Inventory: - x5 Horned Rabbit Pelts - x2 Horned Rabbit Skulls With Their Horns - Sinews Harvested From 5 Horned Rabbits - Acquired Skills: -Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. -Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Gird Hobgoblin Gird Not the biggest thing in the forest >> Time to go home. /// Day 0 // Afternoon > Evening The duo traveled back into the forest towards the spider's home and along the trail they came from. Gird could tell that the light was beginning to dim as his eyes didn't hurt so much as he was looking into the dark forest. Clearly it would be getting dark soon that combined with the dark coloration of the spiders that even with the enhanced senses they had a t night it was unlikely that they would be successful. It was actually more likely that they would be the ones being hunted if they tried to travel into the Spiders domain. Gird stopped and looked around, first into the trees and forest and then up to the sky. He hadn't spoken since they spotted whatever that beast was. He had heard his friend just didn't want to say anything until now. "Hmm I think that we will have to get spiders later." He could tell that his mind and his heart had refocused and he was able to talk and speak regularly again. "Whatever that thing was, is king of the mountain, but if something like that can get that strong, it just means that we can too." He looked to his friend and smiled. "I'm going to go back to the church and rest for now. It's beginning to get dark and this expedition was more tiring then I thought." He paused for a moment and looked around. "Tomorrow you can choose wear we go, I want to venture south at some point as well but again I'll leave that choice up to you tomorrow." "So let's go home and check on the others." Summary:@Jangel13 Gird has calmed down and decided to head home now that it has gotten dark. He also decided to let@demonspade64 Luz decide where they will go tomorrow. EXP: 81 xp (Bats 3x27XP:81XP) Inventory: Purple Book? Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth Armor: Medium bone and spider silk armor Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Echolocation, Vampirism, Nocturnal, Equilibrium, Titles: Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck, Current Injuries: Curses/ negative effects: Dread: a creature of immense power saw them.</s> <\|message\|>Zats Hobgoblin Zats Zats was surprised that Wan hadn't eaten anything yet, even if he could act jerkish given how he talked about Arch's bracelet the hobgoblins should have gotten enough food for everyone. Honestly he doubted Wan would find something he could use to imitate the bracelet but they could search for useful stuff while gathering berries, as long as they didn't waste too much time. "Grandpa is right, it isn't much fun being out at night. Anyway if we do go look for berries … and tech we should also keep an eye out for sticks and stones we can use to make weapons for tomorrow with." Zats was ready to go but waited to see if the others were willing to come with, after all while he and Arch could handle themselves pretty well the other Hobgoblin didn't really have stake in this and the younger Goblin might decide it was too risky. Zats suggested that while gathering berries they also look for material for weapons for tomorrow.. @Jangel13 @Eviledd1984 EXP: Inventory: * Everoak Shield * Rabbit skin loincloth * Rabbit horn Acquired Skills: * Crush * Knowledge of the Three * Pole arm combat beginner * Creaturologist * Military Strategy Centurian position * Gravekeepers spirit * Instant armor * Earth call (lesser) Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Luz Hobgoblin Luz Twilight @Jangel13 Before Luz knew it, it was already twilight which likely would make hunting spider more of a pain, Luz wants more time to do things that would allow her to evolve into a more fitting form and realize the mistake she made when she offered up all those bats to Death Goddess which honestly she didn't think she would accept but apparently she has a soft spot for Gird. "Agreed! It looks like those things are hunkering down for the night." She said quietly to him. "Tomorrow you can choose wear we go, I want to venture south at some point as well but again I'll leave that choice up to you tomorrow." "What a coincidence, i was also planning on heading there." she stated calmly. "I think i head there with you tomorrow, after which if you still want to hunt the spiders i suggest we split for then, cause i want to see if i can level up my Vampirism sort of like my Pinpoint Strike and Quick strike." She started thinking it was at least worth an experiment. She then turn around and start walking away. "And Gird..." she said before stopping in her track and looking back at him. "...thank you!" She simply told him calmly before continuing walking back to the church. Summary -Luz and Gird made plans tomorrow to hunt Night vipers and decided to go back to the church.</s>	<\|message\|>Kir Day 0 \|\| Evening (Before Dark) \|\| Forest Hmmm, it was getting dark indeed. But she'd taken the time to make sure her work was at least the best quality she could make it out to be. Albeit it was primitive, simple, so 'quality' only went so far. Yet with her finished bow, cloak, and arrows, Kir would don her new single piece of garb and stash her two arrows in it as she held her bow. It all felt 'right' in some sense, so at least there was that much going for her. Yet she did look over at Argos as he complained, simply giving a nod as she began to walk towards him. Sure the day was giving way to night...but that proved to have its own opportunities during this last tiny bit of daylight. A unique opportunity indeed. "You're right, it's getting dark and we won't be able to hunt many things...but we still have a nice chance for something on the way back. A few small creatures emerging in the evening, maybe tired ones on the way back to their dens and such, that sort of thing. Don't intend on being stupid enough to sit around at night myself, but right here before it is a perfect chance to get something on the way back from out here in the forest. So let's get moving while the light still lingers." Part of her was curious about sitting out to see the moon again. It was a pretty sight, but the night wouldn't likely be kind to her either. Bigger things, nastier things, etc coming out to eat and hunt and play in their own way. A little goblin like herself stood no chance, and that didn't take any major knowledge or talking to in order to comprehend. Sometimes death, if those hazy past memory things were any indication, could come suddenly and without warning to take everything from you. Even so, Kir would begin to take a route back to the Church whilst carefully moving and hunting at the same time to make use of the last bit of daylight along the way. If she found anything to kill she'd recreate an arrow of her and fire it as best she could at the prey to kill it. Better to not stomp around willfully and scare things if she wanted to get something! Besides, her path would ultimately take her back to the Church. She'd also keep an eye out for anything that looked edible otherwise to boot. ***Summary: Kir is heading back in the direction of the Church with Argos, BUT is taking a more circuitous route to hunt prey on the way back. Her intended path will get her back by the time it gets fully dark, but is meant to take advantage of tired daytime creatures hopping back home or small nighttime critters she could hunt that are beginning to wake up and step out at this time of day. In other words, on the trip back to the Church she is taking advantage of the time of day to hunt (and on the side see if anything else edible pops up for her to grab along the way). EXP: 0 Inventory: - x1 Primitive Bow - x2 Horned Horn Arrows - x1 Horned Rabbit Pelt Cloak - Acquired Skills: -Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. -Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s>
<\|description\|>Gird Current EXP: 0 Inventory: Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor, Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws, Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character. Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease. Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment. Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead. Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust. Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string. Echolocation: The ability to hear noises clearly within their immediate vicinity by creating a sound eg.a snap of the fingers, click of the tongue etc. Vampirism: the ability to regain health by drinking the blood of other creatures Nocturnal: Gain bonuses to both sight and sound when at night, during the day makes seeing farther distances harder. Equilibrium: ability to balance on precarious positions like being upside down and still being able to identify the proper directions Titles: Blessings: Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance. Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances... Curses/ negative effects: Dread: a creature of immense power saw them. They are filled with fear and genuinely fear for their lives. While they didn't see what it was that was staring at them the mere presence the creature exudes even from such a vast distance couldn't remove the knowledge that they were dead if they dared to challenge the beast. Current Evolution: Hobgoblin - Day 0 Past evolutions and xp: Hobgoblin - Notable places: Directions from starting church. small cave to the south west. Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas. Venomous vipers to the south east. Venomous spiders to the North East Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun. also possible legendary beast to the far far north. Gender: Male Appearance: Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith. Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color. Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them. Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator. Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters. Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.</s> <\|message\|>Argos Humans fear the unknown, for they can not understand what is beyond it. Humans can have the purest of souls or the darkest of lives but one thing that connects all men and women is death. Death does not discriminate for it was their time to die. However what is beyond death? They say in the Christin faith that it is heaven and hell for those of the Jewish faith there is no hell. Some simply believe that death is the end and there is the only darkness that awaits and they are partially true. For a rare few they are given the chance to change and are unknowingly thrust into a world that won't forgive failure or weakness. In this world, they are born as weak creatures but with the rare ability to grow in not only height but to a completely different lifeform entirely. This is the story of a few of those that are born on this day and will go out into this unforgiving world and change it in ways never thought possible, this is their story... --- Darkness everlasting. It is all that could be seen and while it is very unsettling it is also somewhat calming. Anything from the darkness is forgotten or buried deep in the back of their minds. They don't know what is going on but soon they realize that they were dead or rather that something is happening. Soon a soft shuffling could be heard getting closer and closer to them. When they opened their eyes the light was blinding for a brief moment before it was revealed that they were in a church and that their skin was green. While they were very tiny one word came to mind immediately Goblin They knew it the second they opened their eyes. The elder goblin shuffled closer to them seeing the goblin that would be soon be known as Goblin Grandpa. "Come little ones time to wake up" The goblin said in a raspy voice looking over each and every one of the baby goblins with a discerning eye gently waking each one to see the world around them and to see which one will become the strongest. --- On the third day when the young goblins would be strong enough to walk the elder ones who have become hobgoblins will be back after another hunt. No doubt to give the new young ones their last given meal before they would be forced to hunt for themselves just like their elder brother and sisters. None get a free pass forever and that was one of the rules that governed the world. If you want to eat you have to earn the right to do so by hunting and getting your own meal. They didn't always live in a church until recently they had lived in a cave not far from here but the young hobs found this place and took it from the undead skeletons that had called this place home. Now they have stone walls and giant oak doors to defend themselves properly then before. He knew the young hobs would be back soon to greet their younger goblin brothers and sisters...</s> <\|message\|>Kir Kir Day 0 \|\| Morning \|\| Church It was so...so frustrating! To be so small, to not be able to move at first! Over the following days it would get better, bit by bit, until Kir found herself unable to sit still as soon as she was able to first move about. Moving about the church, looking for cool rocks or trinkets or such to grab up into her own little pile, examining the place, examining the others, all of it! If nothing else to get a better idea of things. Strange memories of someone that 'used' to be her hung in her mind as well, what they did and were and that basic stuff, but nothing more beyond that. She got the feeling they weren't her, but also 'had been' her at the same time. It was strange, in a way, but nothing she would think hard on for the time being at all. After all, it was a new day! The day she could escape the church, and finally stretch her legs into the forest to get an idea of more things as well. But Grandpa had said to wait for the hobs to get back with their last meal...ugh! She wanted to ask about the layout of the forest, and get out there already to explore it all so she could get started! To this end, Kir was already pacing around the entrance to the church itself. She'd already snuck this far as soon as she could simply crawl it the night before, before Grandpa had drug her back! "They need to get here already!" the admittedly attractive female goblin said aloud, before giving a light childish 'huff' and sitting down in front of the great doors. Was she being impatient? Yes. But to be frank, living in a tiny body unable to move only a few days ago had left her with a desire to get some fresh air. Not that she wanted to die, that's why she was still here at the church after all, but to hell if she was sitting around forever. That, and being hungry was honestly probably getting under her skin just a little bit. Just a little. EXP: Inventory: Acquired Skills: Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s>	<\|message\|>Gird Hobgoblin Gird A new day /// Day 0 // Morning A gentle morning breeze blew through forest, a lush green landscape full of strange wildlife and curious plants. One such animal was a small brown and white rabbit, its defining feature being a sharp pointed horn protruding from its skull. The small creature was quick to move from bush to bush. As beautiful as the landscape may be danger and predators could be lurking around every corner. The horned rabbit was taking its time nibbling on what grass or leaf's it could get to and moved on to the next bush. A blur was all the rabbit would see as it seemed to be devoured by a bush. A small squeak came from the rabbit as it fought to break free from the bush that seemed to stand up. In between the branches and leaves one could make out the form of a humanoid. Sharp white teeth tightened down just behind its back. One might think that the humanoid missed but as it pulled its mouth away from the bunny a small white wisp seemed to be pulled away from the animal. With one last jerk the white wisp was pulled from the rabbit and swallowed. The bush shook itself free of several of its branches revealing bone tied together with web strands and dried tendons over pale white skin. Several scars showed through the pale skin, black marks over its chest and torso with paler ones across its head and thigh. The pale skin and goblin scent of this rather ghost looking hobgoblin was covered and concealed with mud, grass, and pieces of the bush he was pretending to be. Quickly he made his way back toward the church with three rabbits as his morning catch for the young ones, he already ate the first one he found. The church was always a comforting sight. Not only was it made of stone like the cave they started in but it had giant doors and it was almost as tall as the trees around it for a vantage point. On top of that it held many secrets still to be found. His memory of the night they cleared out the church and the skeletons that they had to destroy flashed through his mind. After that he woke up like this, hell they all woke up to be different. Hobgoblin Gird walked confidently through the main doors of the church to find the goblin elder helping the newest additions to their group. One could see some differences right away but for some they just looked regular. Hopefully they could become strong members of the tribe. "Goblin Elder, I have returned with three rabbits for food. I did not clean them hopefully some of these can do something with them." Gird set the rabbits down next to the elder and nodded, "I split up from the others I don't know what they will bring back." EXP: 0 Inventory: Purple Book? Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth Armor: Medium bone and spider silk armor Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Titles: Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck, Current Injuries: Curses:</s>
<\|description\|>Grik Gender: Male Appearance: Standing at 3'8" and weighing 95 lbs, Grik is lean with broad shoulders which isn't typical for a goblin. His eyes are yellow in color and he has slightly less exaggerated features, such as slightly smaller ears that aren't as pointed and a less pointy nose which slopes upward a little. When he stands Grik doesn't slouch and his posture is almost always imposing even for a runt like him, his face often wears a look of confidence that seems out of place amongst his kinsfolk. Personality: Grik isn't like most goblins and he is proud to rise above the stereotype that all goblins are cowards, he is confident as well as brave to the point of being foolhardy. Some may see that as a true mark of leadership but he has little interest in leading his brethren because he seeks glory greater than what leading his tribe as he slowly grew old then deposed by his brood. He isn't dumb by any standard but he doesn't have much experience outside of combat or physical labor but always seeks to better his skills in other regards. Grik respects the combat prowess of Hobgoblins whom often control and lead their kind as well as others. Grik is competitive and always seeks to be better at what he does than anyone else. Past Life: Before he was a goblin Grik had been a warrior of some renown for his exceptional strength. Skills: * Brawler: Grik excels in feats of strength as well as hand-to-hand combat. Other: EXP: Inventory: Acquired Skills: Titles: Blessings: Curses: --- \|\| I AM A MIGHTY GOBLIN!!!!! \|\| ---</s> <\|message\|>Yzzi Yzzi Goblin Day 0 Morning @Crusader Lord --- Yzzi narrowed her eyes, giving a small grunt of surprise as Grandpa goblin bonked her. So. He made no preparation and no one else seemed particularly bothered by it either. Was that how...goblins simply operated? It seemed absurd. When training one should always be prepared, especially new recruits. Obviously make them work for it...but there was a difference between simply setting someone up to die and challenging them. She didn't reply to Grandpa. The world was unforgiving and cruel, to be sure...which is why you gave yourself and others the best possible chance for success. He was also certainly right. She would strike it out on her own, and she wouldn't give these fools the time of day...but first, she had to get strong. Strong enough to survive. If she had to put up with them until then, so be it. She was nothing, if not patient. Ignoring the others, Yzzi walked over to where Kir was carving up one of the rabbits. Perhaps she wasn't as dumb as the others. "Hm...you complained, but you're not too bad." She said to Kir, taking a portion of the meat and berries for herself. "Let me have its skull." She wanted to try making something out of it, if possible, and if Kir let her she'd set to work on making a small weapon for herself. Nothing huge, and likely nothing amazingly damaging but it'd be better than using her bare hands. It was also likely to be a bit small for her purposes, but even an ill fitting makeshift weapon would be better than nothing. "...hunting, always dangerous." Yzzi replied after Aya spoke up. "Probably going to get hurt, so I'll do any of the dangerous things if we go together." Best way to ensure success, was to do it yourself after all. That way at least, you're the only one you could blame too. "Can't get stronger without danger, either." EXP: 000 Inventory: N/A Acquired Skills: N/A Titles: N/A Blessings: N/A Curses: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Kir Kir Day 0 \|\| Morning \|\| Church Kir silently noted as Argos just walked out, before redistributing his portion promptly to herself as a mid-work snack. Wiping the berry juice and blood from the far corners of her mouth, the first rusty sword she'd recreated shimmered away. Letting out a small sigh, the female goblin went right back to work after recreating up a new rusty sword to act as her tool. Of course at this point in her work, arms deep in horned rabbit corpses, one of her brothers walked over and asked what she was using. She didn't even have the time to toss a sarcastic remark back, much less say anything as the brother ate his portion of food, before Grandpa cleared his throat and Kir tuned into his words as she continued her work. She could multi-task this much at least, and frankly speaking Grandpa had a point. No world was nice, and they were being thrust into it without mercy and without warning. A couple of the Hobs were at least seeming to offer help, which she'd keep in mind, but otherwise she wasn't playing at things being easy or deluding herself to think it was all sunshine. Still, the name 'Kir' wasn't bad at all in her mind. A good place to start, as were these rabbits once she would get done with them. She was butchering up the horned rabbit meat to evenly distribute out with the berries for her siblings and herself, and she'd already eaten her portion and then just now what would have been Argos' portion. She was as carefully as possible removing the sinews from the bodies for her use, and with the same level of care cutting off the pelts of these as best she could for her own use as well. Moving along with this, however, she was starting to keep the bones and skulls in a small pile next to her as well, horn attached and all. (@Jangel13). As it were, her plan was simply to get a head start by taking advantage of 'assisting' with this last meal brought to them. With the sinews she would work with them to create a bowstring, and then find a good stick out there in the forest to turn into the bow to put the string on. Nothing less than the best wood for this! Nothing less than her best efforts to make the bowstring! Then all she'd need is a couple of the rabbit horns at most, maybe three just in case, to start work on arrow-making at that point. All she needed was one or two horns to practice with as arrow-tips, practice until she made the best arrows she could, and then make one really good arrow. She could see the mental image of such a weapon and arrows among those old hazy images and such, among what very little she had in that regard, to at least base things on in general shape. But this process would take time, and right now she just wanted to get the work on a bow going whilst she still had the means to hunt on the fly otherwise. Even so, one of her sisters now brought her the final rabbit and handed it over, broken skull and lack of a horn and all. Kir simply gave a nod and a small grunt of acknowledgement before getting back to work. Ah, Lexie, wasn't it? Seemed to have an idea for things, but the suggestion of using her harvested sinews for that was another thing entirely. To that end Kir's attention was drawn right to Lexie as she looked her sister directly in the eyes and silently pulled the pile of sinews even closer to herself protectively. "Look, I've got a plan for those sinews. So I won't be handing any over to make some spears. But maybe there's some plants out there you could use, like one of the Hobgoblins seems to have used? Or like, find a good thick bone here and tie the horn into the top of it with plants?" Even so, her sister seemed to just stop there with the sinews suggestion anyways. Good. Though as she continued on with her own work, Kir otherwise ignored Lexie as she continued her work with the rabbits and portioning the meat out and keeping the pelts and sinews a bit closer to and more safely near herself. Another sister would then come over to eat, Aya, before then seemingly trying to chow down on a bit too much and getting bonked on the head thusly with the flat side of Kir's counterfeit sword. "Ey, don't waste my work, and slow down or you'll choke." Idiot. But then again the same idiot was turning away and moving over to talk to the others again, getting both her name and another one's name entirely wrong, before running back to her and clamming up. In response, Kir simply continued on with her own work without stopping, before glancing up at Aya again for a moment during the course of this awkward silence. Frankly the only reason she was so annoyed right now herself was the no less than three attempted interruptions, but more so just wanting to get her plans moving, get some information from Grandpa, and get out of the Church so she could get things moving for her own survival at least. Once she got moving, then there would be time to chill and be a bit more social about all of this perhaps. But it was a stressful nonetheless right now. "...Take your time, say the words when you can think of em' right," Kir said, before immediately resuming her work once more with renewed focus and care. Beyond the sinews, she was planning to use those pelts for a rough cloak/armor garment. Of course that would take time and supplies harvesting to make, but again it was in her plans to kick things off for her survival at least. However...this was when again someone came over to where she was to talk. Her sister Yzzi would finally walk over with her own demand after taking her share of food, albeit a demand that was far more manageable in this case. Kir even let out a small sigh of relief. Sure this sister was a grump, but so was she right now to a certain extent and for her own reasons. "Sure, you can have the skull of this one once I get done. Even the other bones if you want. I've got no use for em'." the female goblin said, gesturing with the recreated sword towards the bone pile next to her before getting back to work as she talked, "All I want out of that pile of bones is a couple of those skulls with horns for myself. Otherwise if you're going hunting with them count me in. These sinews I'm keeping will make me a good bowstring, just gotta find and shape the right flexible but stiff enough stick for the job, and the pelts a nice cloak, but that'll take time. So might as well fill up some more and get some more sinews and pelts to work with so that work'll go better later." @SilverPaw@TheMushroomLord</s>	<\|message\|>Grik // Day 3 // Morning → Afternoon // Nearby the Church → Woods // --- It was pointless to wait around and do nothing, but the young goblin couldn't help but take a moment to watch the sky in awe and fascination as he felt the warmth of the sun on his face while a gentle wind blew. The trees rustling in the breeze and the calls of songbirds echoing from within the woodlands. Curiosity filled Grik with the urge to follow the lilt of the birdsongs wafting out from beneath the canopies of leaves to the north of the church. Walking slowly over to edge of the clearing but hesitantly turned to look back at the church one last time. Goblin Grandpa was the only one who paid attention to him and it reinforced his attachment to the old goblin when he told Grik to get strong and prove himself by his actions. He didn't care what happened to his siblings because they didn't acknowledge him and neither did he, but he hoped they would at least make good decisions. With a heavy sigh he took one last glance at the old church then turned disappearing into the woods without looking back. ◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ He hadn't gone far into the woods and stopped to closely inspect his surroundings, feeling the trees and searching the forest floor for anything useful like rocks for throwing because he surmised that rocks could be very useful for breaking or hitting stuff, so he spent a great deal of time searching for a large enough rock. EXP: 0 Inventory: Medium Sized Rock. Acquired Skills: N/A Equipment:</s>
<\|description\|>Aya Gender: Female I'm a Mighty Goblin Appearance: Aya is a rather scrawny goblin, somehow even smaller than most of her brothers and sisters, with large droopy ears, dull green skin and messy black hair. Where most goblins fall towards the hideous or downright monstrous ends of the appearance spectrum, Aya instead falls on the cuter side of things, at least as far as that can go for a goblin, though even then this cuteness manifests itself in that monstrous sort of way that ends up being far more creepy to most other races than endearing, like a demented, warped, interpretation of a non-goblinoid child. I'm a Mighty Goblin When in the company of others, Aya is most often found doing her best to present herself as someone weird to be avoided, most likely sporting her signature too-wide grin plastered upon her face, an expression that in conjunction with her maw of pointed teeth and overly large, ever staring eyes, only serves to further sell the image of a demented child to those that see her. I'm a Mighty Goblin Personality: Aya has always been an outcast, the kind of person who really struggles knowing how she should interact with others and copes by presenting herself as a weirdo with far more energy than she actually has, using the persona as a sort of shield from having to interact with others. Notably, the act is just that, an act, and in many regards not a very good one at that. Aya is prone to getting exhausted and retreating from social situations, sudden dramatic changes in presented motivations, getting lost in thought and breaking character and a slew of other obvious mistakes. I'm a Mighty Goblin Regardless of how she's presenting herself at any given time, Aya is obviously smart, really smart. While her past life didn't really provide her much opportunity to learn any specialist knowledge, beyond what could be extracted from a highschool education and some random trivia, Aya has no problems with adapting what she does know to abstract situations or coming up with new ideas entirely and a combination of natural smarts, curiosity and a life of constant rumination has left Aya with excellent mental faculties. I'm a Mighty Goblin Finally, Aya is also the sort to think things through to a fault, going well past anything helpful and instead crippling herself with indecision and doubt over even simple tasks, leaving things until circumstances leave her with little choice other than to proceed out of an irrational fear of missing something important even when doing so is obviously detrimental, and endlessly agonising over every little thing that has, might have, or might go wrong. I'm a Mighty Goblin Past Life History: Aya was a highschool student in her past life, nearing the end of her school years when she died. Her life had been relatively uneventful up until that point. Even with the persona she puts on before others, people usually just learned to ignore her after a while or avoided her in the first place, leaving her to a quiet school life without much of interest ever happening. I'm a Mighty Goblin The most noteworthy part of her life, if any at all, was the discontent she'd felt towards the end. She wasn't stupid or anything like that, quite the opposite actually, she enjoyed learning and was good at it too, but the quirks of her personality, the constant irrational fear she felt, lead her to dwell on and amplify all her failings in her mind, while a lack of any real social bonds had made it difficult for her to vent her dissatisfaction, leaving it to slowly cumulate. Even her death, in the end, was uneventful, she just went to sleep one day and for one reason or another never woke up. I'm a Mighty Goblin Other: I'm a Mighty Goblin EXP: 0 Skills:* Anxious Mind: Thanks to a past life spent thinking through even the most unlikely of worries in excruciating detail Aya has been rewarded with an all-round improved intelligence that is further enhanced when identifying or dealing with hazards and risks. * Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s> <\|message\|>Yzzi Yzzi Goblin Day 0 Morning --- What was this? What was any of this? If she had been a less rational and level headed person...goblin, she might have very well gone mad from it all. Yet, memories from 'before' helped somewhat. Memories from another 'her' that seemed to exist in some other place. Was it real? was it just a dream? Fragments of a childs fantasy before birth that would be forgotten once more solid memories formed? Hm. Something told her it wasn't. Whatever this situation was, honestly it wasn't that bad. All she had to do was look at what was in front of her. She was small. She was weak. And she hated it. Unpleasant memories surfaced. Not that any other goblin present would notice this inner thought. Nay, unlike most of the rambunctious goblins...Yzzi had been quiet. Sitting in a quiet corner of the Church that served as their home, sitting cross legged, eyes closed. At least, until the voice of one of her sisters broke her train of thought. "...hmph." She got to her feet, her larger than average frame cracking slightly from the prolonged bout of meditation. Was that the word? It came to mind. Loud. Annoying. "Impatient." She approached Kir from behind, giving the other goblin a light smack on the back of the head. "You can't change the situation yet. Don't spend time complaining." She could agree though. She wanted out of here. While she was fine with sitting and waiting, should that be what was needed...she still disliked it. She wanted to get out there. She wanted to fix this pathetic, scrawny body of hers. It was then one of the Hobgoblins returned. A bounty of meat. Rabbit, huh. Hm. She wanted bigger prey than a rabbit...but patience. Patience. So this was one of the hobgoblins. Impressive, but something about them rubbed her the wrong way. She narrowed her eyes, focusing more on what else was in the room. As much as she'd like to do something better with her time than sit around, there was nothing in this place to make use of. Pathetic, if that's what these other goblins used for shelter. What of things to fight with? Food? Tools? Were they so completely destitute and simple minded they did not think of these things before attempting to...have baby goblins? It seemed no one here had a brain to think with. She'd have to change that. "Grandpa, I want a weapon." EXP: 000 Inventory: N/A Acquired Skills: N/A Titles: N/A Blessings: N/A Curses: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Grik G R I K --- Day: 0 (Morning) Location: Church --- The sound of a raspy voice and the gentle nudge of his shoulder caused the young Grik's eyes to flutter open, as the light invaded his eyes so did the sudden realization that he had been something or at least someone before he had awoken from the darkness where he had been devoid of thoughts and emotions. All he knew was that he had felt big and strong before as well as respected for that strength, but how could that be possible? Images of a tall and muscular person played in his head but this person seemed like a stranger to him, whoever that person might have been was clearly not Grik but he couldn't help but envy that person for their strength. Grik wanted that strength and he wouldn't be happy until he became as strong as the person in his memories, but he knew he couldn't do it by simply sitting idly. Filled with the desire to move around and passion to overcome all obstacles the young goblin got up on his little knees and looked around the dusty church where he would learn from the old goblin he soon called his grandfather alongside his brothers and sisters. --- As soon as he could walk on his own as well as properly speak Grik wouldn't let his voice go unheard nor let his actions go unnoticed by those around him. After the first day he followed their grandfather closely and peppered the old goblin with questions as he simply had no interest in his siblings. "Hey Gramps?" standing close to his grandfather Grik repeated "Hey hey Gramps?" Grik looked up at the Goblin Grandpa with an inquisitive look in his eyes "Is there bad people outside?" he asked the paternal goblin with a slight tilt of the head "If there is I'll beat'em up someday Gramps," Grik spoke confidently and stared the elder in the eyes with steely determination as he crossed his arms and stood imposingly "Then I will be the strongest and everyone will respect me!" It sounded naive and stupid but it was everything he wanted from life.</s>	<\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya When the goblin girl had first woken up she'd immediately begun to freak out. Being born was frightening, even more so when she was pretty sure this wasn't the first time it'd happened. Even if she couldn't remember the previous time, she was almost certain she'd had a different life, one that she'd been living up until she'd woken up wherever it was she was now. Panic mounting she'd tried to pick herself up, but had found herself lacking the strength to do so, instead only managing to flail her tiny green limbs. Wait why were her limbs green? Oh right, she was a goblin now. She probably should have taken more time to consider the fact that she hadn't been a goblin prior to now, at least as far as she could recall, work out just how she knew she was a goblin in the first place, or answer any of the multitudes of other questions all this raised, but it seemed as though her current form wasn't quite yet as capable of handling as much excitement as her previous one so instead she'd begun to cry. --- It was the third day since the goblin had first woken up. She probably could have continued crying up until now, had her body not quickly exhausted itself on that day and fallen asleep. The goblin girl guessed that made sense, she'd since worked out that she was a baby so it was only natural that she'd spend much of her time sleeping. Or at least she had been a baby, looking now she seemed to be the size of a young child now possessing more than enough strength to pick herself up. It seemed goblins grew faster than they had any right to, did that mean they'd also die young? If she continued to age at the rate she had been wouldn't she only live for... She forcibly pushed away that line of thought with a shudder, there were more important things to freak out about for now. Now standing up for the first time since she'd become a goblin, well for the first time she could remember ever doing so really though she was pretty sure she'd stood in her past life, the goblin observed her surroundings. She was in a building of some sort, perhaps some kind of rundown church, though she failed to recognise any iconography. More importantly, she was surrounded by goblins, quite a few of which looked to be stirring to get up for the first time as she had just done or who had otherwise already done so. She watched one of her... sisters(?) complain about wanting food, and another one chastisee them for it. Wait how did she understand her siblings? She was three days old and she was pretty sure she hadn't heard enough of whatever language they were speaking to properly contextualise it yet... another goblin, a large male, arrived carrying what appeared to be a rabbit but with a large horn protruding from its forehead. The young goblin was realising now that she was pretty hungry, the sight of the horned rabbit causing her to salivate. Should she go up and ask for some? Maybe not, there clearly wasn't enough to feed them all and if it came to a fight she doubted she could do much. Actually, given how pointy her teeth felt in her mouth she was pretty sure goblins were preditors of some sort, so fighting her siblings would probably be a bad idea if she didn't want to get hurt. Then again what if avoiding fights just meant that she would never get food until she eventually starved to death? That sounded even worst than getting injured in a fight! Trying to push down the rising panic she felt the goblin took a moment to think things through some, the larger goblin with the rabbit had probably hunted it down and it seemed like one of her sisters was planning to do the same, so why couldn't she also go hunting? Because hunting in an unknown place shortly after birth seemed like a really stupid idea. What if she tried to go with her sister? That also seemed like a bad idea, but not nearly as much so, especially if they played things smart. Unable to think of a better plan the goblin mustered up what courage she could before approaching her sister, "Er. Um..." Wait was talking to people meant to be this hard? Surely not when it was a sibling. Was she forgetting some kind of trick to it... oh yeah, that was right. The goblin let the corners of her mouth begin to twitch up into a smile before stretching the whole thing into the horrifying grin she'd perfected in her bast life. As long as she pretended to be someone else talking wouldn't be so hard. "Er.. sister are you going to hunt something? Could I come with? I think..." The goblin paused, she should wait for a response before anything else and at the very least she should spend some time thinking her plans through before actually presenting them. EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* N/A Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s>
<\|description\|>Aya Gender: Female I'm a Mighty Goblin Appearance: Aya is a rather scrawny goblin, somehow even smaller than most of her brothers and sisters, with large droopy ears, dull green skin and messy black hair. Where most goblins fall towards the hideous or downright monstrous ends of the appearance spectrum, Aya instead falls on the cuter side of things, at least as far as that can go for a goblin, though even then this cuteness manifests itself in that monstrous sort of way that ends up being far more creepy to most other races than endearing, like a demented, warped, interpretation of a non-goblinoid child. I'm a Mighty Goblin When in the company of others, Aya is most often found doing her best to present herself as someone weird to be avoided, most likely sporting her signature too-wide grin plastered upon her face, an expression that in conjunction with her maw of pointed teeth and overly large, ever staring eyes, only serves to further sell the image of a demented child to those that see her. I'm a Mighty Goblin Personality: Aya has always been an outcast, the kind of person who really struggles knowing how she should interact with others and copes by presenting herself as a weirdo with far more energy than she actually has, using the persona as a sort of shield from having to interact with others. Notably, the act is just that, an act, and in many regards not a very good one at that. Aya is prone to getting exhausted and retreating from social situations, sudden dramatic changes in presented motivations, getting lost in thought and breaking character and a slew of other obvious mistakes. I'm a Mighty Goblin Regardless of how she's presenting herself at any given time, Aya is obviously smart, really smart. While her past life didn't really provide her much opportunity to learn any specialist knowledge, beyond what could be extracted from a highschool education and some random trivia, Aya has no problems with adapting what she does know to abstract situations or coming up with new ideas entirely and a combination of natural smarts, curiosity and a life of constant rumination has left Aya with excellent mental faculties. I'm a Mighty Goblin Finally, Aya is also the sort to think things through to a fault, going well past anything helpful and instead crippling herself with indecision and doubt over even simple tasks, leaving things until circumstances leave her with little choice other than to proceed out of an irrational fear of missing something important even when doing so is obviously detrimental, and endlessly agonising over every little thing that has, might have, or might go wrong. I'm a Mighty Goblin Past Life History: Aya was a highschool student in her past life, nearing the end of her school years when she died. Her life had been relatively uneventful up until that point. Even with the persona she puts on before others, people usually just learned to ignore her after a while or avoided her in the first place, leaving her to a quiet school life without much of interest ever happening. I'm a Mighty Goblin The most noteworthy part of her life, if any at all, was the discontent she'd felt towards the end. She wasn't stupid or anything like that, quite the opposite actually, she enjoyed learning and was good at it too, but the quirks of her personality, the constant irrational fear she felt, lead her to dwell on and amplify all her failings in her mind, while a lack of any real social bonds had made it difficult for her to vent her dissatisfaction, leaving it to slowly cumulate. Even her death, in the end, was uneventful, she just went to sleep one day and for one reason or another never woke up. I'm a Mighty Goblin Other: I'm a Mighty Goblin EXP: 0 Skills:* Anxious Mind: Thanks to a past life spent thinking through even the most unlikely of worries in excruciating detail Aya has been rewarded with an all-round improved intelligence that is further enhanced when identifying or dealing with hazards and risks. * Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s> <\|message\|>Zats Hobgoblin Zats "If you say so" Zats was relieved that Arch claimed to be fine as well as impressed with his mastery over Earth Call (lesser). He decided to copy his sibling by moving one of the rocks to his own open hand. He was also willing to do as Grandpa asked and help the young Goblin out, if reluctantly."Of course, Grandpa." When the Goblin started talking about "tech" and "gadgets" though it became clear that he was indeed odd, but his desire to create inventions meant that he still could be useful and reminded him a bit of Gina's drive to climb trees in how shamelessly he announced it. Zats faced the young enthusiastic Goblin in order to introduce himself. "I'm Zats and what is your name? " Zats copied Arch's use of Earth Call (lesser), agreed to Grandpa's request and asked Wan for his name. @Jangel13 @Eviledd1984 EXP: Inventory: * Everoak Shield * Rabbit skin loincloth * Rabbit horn Acquired Skills: * Crush * Knowledge of the Three * Pole arm combat beginner * Creaturologist * Military Strategy Centurian position * Gravekeepers spirit * Instant armor * Earth call (lesser) Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Luz Hobgoblin Luz Mountains of Madness @Jangel13 Honestly, Luz began to question rather or not this legendary creature exists if it doesn't then Gird and her would just have to kill something else in its place. The two of them then came across a large hill which look like a decent place to get a view of the surrounding area. From that hill, Luz search out the surrendering area and notice mountains in the distances. "Honestly i didn't think we would be so close to the mountains." She remarked. But then Luz caught a red streak blitzing across the mountain. "Whoa you see tha-" she tried to remark before all of a sudden but hit but a sudden terror that paralyzes her whole body. All she could do it watch it, watch it as it gazes on them from afar. How does she know it was gazing at them...she doesn't know...but for some reason, she could not escape the feeling like it was even from the gap between them. She wants to move...she wants to move but she couldn't her body will not listen it just stayed there...helpless all she could do was watch helplessly and wondering if she was going to to be killed without even so much as being allowed to struggle. All of sudden the entity just left them...and Luz dropped her sword while felling to her knees stun at what just happen before slowly turning to her hands which were shaking like crazy; and from that, she knew...she was scared. Never before in this life had Luz felt such terror in her life or perhaps even her past life. For minutes she would stay there on her knee and just look at her hands not responding to whatever Gird says to her. Summary: Luz's wax wings melted When into a mini-catatonic state cause she's not used to such an experience</s> <\|message\|>Arch Hᴏʙɢᴏʙʟɪɴ Aʀᴄʜ --- @Jangel13@Eviledd1984 --- Arch grins as he holds the stone in his hand, precisely as the Goddess willed! That is perfect. Once, he was done with the little test he looked over at Goblin Grandpa, "Sorry for that Grandpa... I'll bring you some rabbit meat for the trouble, and maybe ask you to teach me some more about medicines in case there are any goblins that get hurt in their first hunt, but don't die. I'll take good care of him, if he is willing I'll even teach him the basics of proper hunting." He grinne widely... but before he could even turn to the goblin he was already up close and very touchy. Good thing he had no killy reflexes beyond lightly stepping away from the goblin once he was done, "You really shouldn't... just go and touch others like that. At least, not outside, or without consent. Someone might break your arm. If that does happen though, I can fix it, don't worry." He grinned at the young goblin, "But don't worry about my flower it is a gift by the Goddess Shirila herself, therefore I can only thank her for this blessing. The bracelet is a gift I have obtained from Her, and now it even allows me to do things like I just did." He put the hand on VVan's shoulder once he turned to goblin Grandpa, "I can bring you out now if you want, I'm Arch." He turned to Zats, "I can also teach you my stalking techniques for hunting while I am out. Just don't plan on going too far beyond the rabbits so that I can be sure that as many of us survive." Looking again at the young goblin, "From what you are saying... you need materials. Things to make other things. There is nothing left in here, but you have to learn how to get your own food regardless of anything else you want to get. I can teach you how to get it, and how to not die while trying to get it." The hand didn't leave his shoulder... unless he attempted to brush the hobgoblin off, in which case, the hand wouldn't be on VVan's shoulder anymore. Arch offers goblin grandpa some meat in exchange for more, medical knowledge. He LIGHTLY threatens VVan, explains that he novv plans to teach Zats his stalking vvays and offer to also teach VVan. EXP: 90 Inventory: - Earth conduit: Without a natural affinity for magic, the Goddess had to take more drastic measures with what little power she owned. The weave has now engrained itself into the hobs very muscles and bone structures giving him a literal conduit towards earth and earth based magics now powered by his own stamina rather than mana. Acquired Skills: - Duelist's Stance: This stance has been passed down from soldier to soldier. It teaches the correct way to hold their weapon when faced with an equal opponent. - Gravekeepers Spirit: Arch is able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton, he is able to draw strength without the requirement of being a necromancer. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust. - Intense Strike: Intense strike is a move that brings the user the greatest power through a single strike with willpower alone. This strike can cause intense damage if aimed correctly and when upgraded can break bones to pieces - Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Primitive Medicine: The goblin now knows how to make primitive salves and bandages for fresh wounds. He can't make sophisticated medicine but can craft items that will ease pain and prevent infection. - Primitive Surgery: This goblin has gained some small understanding into physiology and as such can perform minor medical actions like setting broken bones, stitching deep cuts, creating slings (for broken arms and legs). - Stalking Stance: Stalking stance allows the user to enter a sort of stealth mode when hunting. The user is harder to detect and see while in the stance allowing for easier surprise attacks. Titles: Fire Dampener: Higher resistance to fire and fire magic. Blessings: None Curses: None</s>	<\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya Aya was getting excited, unreasonably so actually, considering she had no idea of how this sudden learning thing worked in the first place. Still, even if she wasn't successful, learning something about how the system itself worked, or rather didn't work, would be valuable in its own right. As she walked Aya continuously analysed every critter she saw to the best of her abilities. Butterflies… Those were the post chrysalis forms of caterpillars right? Designed pretty much solely for reproduction… also pollinators, what was the evolutionary advantage to that? Incidental as a result of their diet or maybe benefiting the ecosystem at large was indirectly beneficial to them… She tried to maintain her usual sense of caution, occasionally snapping her improvised weaponry back into position and scanning for danger as a sudden wave of panic hit her, but each and every time Aya's attention was quickly sucked back to the task of identifying the local wildlife. Birds… flight was useful but the mechanics behind it escaped her grasp… a centipede, lots of legs, lived in the underbrush, probably poisonous... EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* Alpha Horn Rabbit Pelt * Alpha Horn Rabbit Horn * Hand Held Rock * Aya still doesn't know how the system works, so she spent her time wandering around and analysing random animals in the hope of gaining knowledge. She's probably going to continue wondering until she finds something noteworthy or it gets dark.</s>
<\|description\|>Lexie Gender: Female Appearance: Lexie has a moss green complexion, ashen grey eyes, and a thick mane of black hair falling just past her perky pointed ears. Her body is fit with well-defined muscles, and she moves with a grace that is rather odd to see in a goblin. She is of average height, weight, and build, but her knees and elbows are a bit pointy, and her fingers and toes marginally longer and slenderer than is average. Personality: Lexie is a curious, adventurous, if quiet individual. She likes nature and outdoorsy activities, and while she is bothered by overly noisome people and environments, she isn't a fan of eerie silence either. She tends to avoid those who are too boisterous, but may be drawn into the excitement if a common point of interest exists. She does enjoy company, but being somewhat reserved, she takes a while to approach and get to know strangers. She prefers following to leading, though she's quite organized and responsible. As an introvert, she needs a regular daily time-block spent in solitude to recharge her batteries. Despite all appearances, Lexie can get quite fierce when the need arises, for example if she's insulted and becomes defensive; nor is she afraid to tangle in a tussle, though it's not her preferred manner of settling things. Past Life History: In her past human life, she was a scholarship college student and an aspiring athlete. She'd enjoyed moving around since she was a child, and being encouraged by her parents, advanced easily - though there were always those better than her, of course. Her life had been a fairly average one, despite often being busy with her extracurriculars. However, for several months before her death (in an unfortunate accident), she had been stuck in a rut. Perhaps her regrets, frustrations, and unfulfilled ambitions were what led to her reincarnating. Skill: Maneuverability. Due to her limber, strong body, and having inherited some of her past life's skill, Lexie can easily perform acrobatic and athletic feats. Mainly, she excels at contorting her body into various positions and holding them, or performing gymnastic acts. She also has a slight advantage when traversing terrain (such as hiking, climbing, swimming, or running outdoors). Other: I'm a mighty goblin. EXP: Inventory: Rabbit horn ×1 Rabbit hide ×1 Acquired Skills: Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya When the goblin girl had first woken up she'd immediately begun to freak out. Being born was frightening, even more so when she was pretty sure this wasn't the first time it'd happened. Even if she couldn't remember the previous time, she was almost certain she'd had a different life, one that she'd been living up until she'd woken up wherever it was she was now. Panic mounting she'd tried to pick herself up, but had found herself lacking the strength to do so, instead only managing to flail her tiny green limbs. Wait why were her limbs green? Oh right, she was a goblin now. She probably should have taken more time to consider the fact that she hadn't been a goblin prior to now, at least as far as she could recall, work out just how she knew she was a goblin in the first place, or answer any of the multitudes of other questions all this raised, but it seemed as though her current form wasn't quite yet as capable of handling as much excitement as her previous one so instead she'd begun to cry. --- It was the third day since the goblin had first woken up. She probably could have continued crying up until now, had her body not quickly exhausted itself on that day and fallen asleep. The goblin girl guessed that made sense, she'd since worked out that she was a baby so it was only natural that she'd spend much of her time sleeping. Or at least she had been a baby, looking now she seemed to be the size of a young child now possessing more than enough strength to pick herself up. It seemed goblins grew faster than they had any right to, did that mean they'd also die young? If she continued to age at the rate she had been wouldn't she only live for... She forcibly pushed away that line of thought with a shudder, there were more important things to freak out about for now. Now standing up for the first time since she'd become a goblin, well for the first time she could remember ever doing so really though she was pretty sure she'd stood in her past life, the goblin observed her surroundings. She was in a building of some sort, perhaps some kind of rundown church, though she failed to recognise any iconography. More importantly, she was surrounded by goblins, quite a few of which looked to be stirring to get up for the first time as she had just done or who had otherwise already done so. She watched one of her... sisters(?) complain about wanting food, and another one chastisee them for it. Wait how did she understand her siblings? She was three days old and she was pretty sure she hadn't heard enough of whatever language they were speaking to properly contextualise it yet... another goblin, a large male, arrived carrying what appeared to be a rabbit but with a large horn protruding from its forehead. The young goblin was realising now that she was pretty hungry, the sight of the horned rabbit causing her to salivate. Should she go up and ask for some? Maybe not, there clearly wasn't enough to feed them all and if it came to a fight she doubted she could do much. Actually, given how pointy her teeth felt in her mouth she was pretty sure goblins were preditors of some sort, so fighting her siblings would probably be a bad idea if she didn't want to get hurt. Then again what if avoiding fights just meant that she would never get food until she eventually starved to death? That sounded even worst than getting injured in a fight! Trying to push down the rising panic she felt the goblin took a moment to think things through some, the larger goblin with the rabbit had probably hunted it down and it seemed like one of her sisters was planning to do the same, so why couldn't she also go hunting? Because hunting in an unknown place shortly after birth seemed like a really stupid idea. What if she tried to go with her sister? That also seemed like a bad idea, but not nearly as much so, especially if they played things smart. Unable to think of a better plan the goblin mustered up what courage she could before approaching her sister, "Er. Um..." Wait was talking to people meant to be this hard? Surely not when it was a sibling. Was she forgetting some kind of trick to it... oh yeah, that was right. The goblin let the corners of her mouth begin to twitch up into a smile before stretching the whole thing into the horrifying grin she'd perfected in her bast life. As long as she pretended to be someone else talking wouldn't be so hard. "Er.. sister are you going to hunt something? Could I come with? I think..." The goblin paused, she should wait for a response before anything else and at the very least she should spend some time thinking her plans through before actually presenting them. EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* N/A Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A</s> <\|message\|>Luz Hobgoblin Luz It sometime in the morning. A horn rabbit peeks out of its home in a burrow and looked around right quick before stumbling out of its hole. It then stood still, Only to be killed instantly by a hurled spear aimmed at its neck, its body sent flying cause of the sheer force of which the spear was thrown. "Damn..." A hobgoblin remarked at her work, clearly impressed by her newfound strength. She then walked up to the body and lifted up the spear that penetrated cleanly through the rabbit's neck. She then grabbed the rabbit by its fur on its back and pulled the spear out of the rabbit's deceased body before rewrapping the spear it vines before tying the makeshift spear back on her back. Afterward, she then went back to the church with the dead rabbit in her arm. She opens the Church door to find Gird already beat her there...and is currently holding one more rabbit than her. Honestly, she couldn't help but frown a bit and sigh knowing that one of her rival hobgoblins had beaten her, and him no less. The one who got this name first. Nevertheless, Luz went to the elder and sweetly ask him "Hey grandpa where should i put this?" before taking a minute to the younger goblins, glaring at them as she checks out their lifeforces. She can tell that the newbies were not much as they are now but hopefully they would make something of themselves later.</s> <\|message\|>Krishna Krishna Day 3/ Morning/ Church Interact with: @TheMushroomLord@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist@SilverPaw --- Awakened from her slumber, Krishna was not a very happy goblin on this particular day. Not that she was very pleasant the day before or the day before that, just that she felt more irritated today. She just had a dream where she lived in a jungle of these grey trees, where the night is blighted with lights and these metallic beasts roared endlessly. And she died. And that made her irritated ... as if she had lost something very important in that dream. Confused, irritated, and somewhat hungry, Krishna made her way toward the gate, where there was already a little line beginning to form. Looks who is agitated , Krisha glanced over those before her before joining the line. If it wasn't … What was that goblin name again? Kiro? Kira? Ki? To be honest, Krishna isn't doing very well in remembering her brothers and sisters' names yet. With how much they all look alike and the fact that she was born three days ago, Krishna only has a few names in her mind. One of them is Monk, a female goblin who also happened to be in line right now. But Krishna thinks it is better to call her Weird because of how she always spends hours sitting in a corner in the same position. The other would be Lexie. She is cool. She plays with Krishna yesterday, so she is on Krishna's cools sisters list. This also brings Krishna's attention to the fact that it is the third day, and she should look to go out with someone else. Luckily enough, there is a goblin before her who just happens to ask the weirdo who sits weirdly in the corner. So pulling the female goblin from behind, Krishna said with a gleeful tone while pointing at herself. You. Go with me? EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* N/A Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* N/A ] Hi, we never formally meet, but Kimi no Nawa?</s>	<\|message\|>Lexie She…existed. That was weird. Hadn't she died not too long ago? The memories were rather hazy though, not nearly clear enough for her to regret anything she might have lost in her past life. If that is what it truly was, rather than a dream or delusion. She didn't move around much until she could see, just a bit of crawling, sometimes bumping into someone or something else. When Lexie was finally able to open her eyes, she saw a lot of green. And an enormous building, which upon closer inspection she could easily identify as a church. A human church, most likely. She – and her siblings, which there were a fair number of – were goblins. Whether she realized that based on her previous life's information or if it was an instinctive knowledge, she wasn't sure. However, in the end, it did not matter. More importantly, she could now walk, which she did, to explore the place a bit. Not the whole of the church, though, since being as small as they were made it take longer than she'd like, and tired her out besides. By the time she was getting hungry, an older, wrinkled goblin approached them, and had them gather around him. Lexie did so, wondering if this was their father – and if so, where the mother was. Not long after, an older brother returned from a hunt, carrying a pair of rabbits. They weren't exactly how she thought they should be; the shape was right, and though they weren't a small thing to a goblin, the size wasn't exactly wrong either. However, they both had a bony sharp horn protruding from the top of their heads. Lexie eyed it curiously, somehow drawn to the sharp thing nearly as much as she was to the smell of food. As soon as both rabbits were laid onto the ground, Lexie walked closer bravely. The rest of her siblings weren't so prompt. Perhaps they were afraid of older brother? Regardless, she grabbed a rabbit by the neck, and dragged it just a bit away from the older goblins, and closer to the pile of younger ones. "Food?" she asked them, waving at the rabbit pointedly. As an example, she plonked herself down right by the corpse's head, and bit into its neck. She was able to suck some fresh blood out of it, and nibbled on the neck and shoulder until her hunger was sated. She wasn't hogging the whole rabbit at all; at least another goblin should be able to eat simultaneously. We really are tiny, after all, she concluded. She wasn't as grumpy about that fact anymore; it was just how life was now. That she wasn't the only one also helped, though she did note the older brother was larger, and her mind supplied hobgoblin in regards to him. I wanna grow like that too, she determined, still holding the rabbit head between both hands. Although her hunger was sated, she had not departed yet. She'd overheard two sisters talking about weapons and hunting. Lexie also felt that having their food brought was a luxury, so the self-sufficiency was most likely another goblin instinct. Given that, Lexie thought how she could safely remove the horn. Pulling at the base of it unfortunately accomplished nothing. The best bet was to smash the skull, but she'd have to be really careful not to damage her target. Crouching over the head, and wrapping her hands protectively around the horn, she kicked and ground her little knee at the base of the horn, knocking the rabbit's head into the ground each time she did so.</s>
<\|description\|>Skrik I am a mighty goblin... probably. Gender: Male Goblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are more vicious than the average goblin. Combined with his lanky figure, red-gold eyes, and preference for very tight places, he is one creepy looking goblin, even among goblins. Hobgoblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are largely unchanged but have taken on a more distant and calculating semblance from recent experiences. Lanky as ever, but somewhat better muscled and with a slightly more olive tone to his skin, his evolution to hobgoblin didn't change much aside from slightly lengthening his clawlike nails and giving his features a slightly more refined appearance. Still, refined or not... he's still one creepy looking guy. Personality: Being betrayed by his best friend in his past life has had an effect on his thinking. He accepts the possibility of treachery and murder, unknowingly becoming more likely to kill other goblins as a result. However, he is still undecided as to whether or not he will be loyal to his own kind. He has a strong sense of need, knowing that everyone needs something and that the one who can provide what is needed has power over the one with the need. Thus, he will always seek to understand the motivation behind the actions of people and creatures. However, this does not help him with a deep seated loneliness that lurks deep within him. He is also very visceral, being strongly influenced by his physical senses and susceptible to certain social forms of manipulation. He enjoys his food and drink more than most as well as the moment of the kill and the taste of fresh blood. Past Life History: Studying to become a doctor while working with livestock on a farm can make for an inspiring story… so long as it doesn't end with your best friend luring your out into a fallow field to beat you to death with rebar because he thought you were looking at his girlfriend too closely. Skill: Butcher's Insight: Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass. Other: ------------ My Hidden Value-------- EXP: Inventory: Numbing Poisoned Light Javelin, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Scrap Loincloth. -Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.] Acquired Skills: -Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded -Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor. -Throwing Intuition= This goblin, having thrown enough things, has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots. -Rookie Weaponsmith: The goblin has learned through experience what ways to move and create a primitive weapon would be. Gained the skill to craft spears, axs, swords, and knives -dark aim: allows the user to guess a vital point even when visibility is low. At higher levels can strike vital points from darker positions. Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Kir Kir Day 0 \|\| Morning \|\| Church Hmm, so that was the moon she'd seen. But the moon was also the domain of Duvelna, goddess of death, so that was equally interesting and strange. Shouldn't the moon be the domain of some sibling of Ramos or something? Unless Duvelna was...mmm, better not to assume that either. Either way it answered her questions nicely, so she gave a quiet nod to Grandpa before turning toward the front doors to exit. At this rate she could try to get a bow and cloak assembled, and of course a couple of really good arrows she could just recreate over and over again to shoot from the bow. Make the proper arrows of good quality though, just to make sure the recreations would hold up under use. She didn't want to have them- Jeez. Well, there was one of her loud sisters having a fur and horn slapped into her hands. Now she was being drug off by a grumpy brother out of the blue. Moron of a goblin. It was making an already frustrating start a bit more so, and just as she'd been getting back into a sort of good mood! Letting out a sigh, Kir walked over and promptly bonked Argos on the head lightly with one of her fists. Enough to hit, but not enough to try to deal real damage. Just something to get the dunce to stop for two seconds at least. "Hey, dumbass, you could just ask one of us you know. Don't just drag people off. If you want help then follow me, I'm headed out to make myself a cloak and weapon anyways." With a deep sigh, Kir then began to walk out of the doors, glancing back over her shoulder at Argos and Aya before continuing on walking outwards. Was she saving Aya? Not really. She just wanted to avoid another headache-giving situation along the way, and inviting her brother along was probably just going to make things simpler if the rest of the sister group came along. At least as compared to bonking him on the head with a sword, like she'd done to a certain sister earlier. She'd already eaten her good fill of the other horned rabbits and berries already, so she was ready to go to get a weapon made and go hunting. Would be simple enough as it was. She'd help with the trap as well if the others didn't slow her down though. That meant more food and supplies for making things after all. Summary: Kir walked over and bonked Argos (@Jangel13) lightly on the head with a first as he tried to drag Aya (@TheMushroomLord) out. She briefly lectured him about grabbing people for a brief second, before inviting Argos to come along with her as she goes out. Kir's intention is to go and make the best bow and the two best arrows she can and the best horned-rabbit-pelt cloak she can. This is so she can made good-enough quality recreations of the arrows to use them effectively, by making the original ones of a high quality, to go hunt a couple of rabbits in the woods with her bow. If Argos comes along, she'll help him fashion the horn and fur of his dead rabbit into something after making her own stuff and before she goes hunting. If Aya and company come along, she'll help with the trap after finishing making the other things and going on her small hunt for a couple of rabbits. EXP: 0 Inventory: - x5 Horned Rabbit Pelts - x2 Horned Rabbit Skulls With Their Horns - Sinews Harvested From 5 Horned Rabbits - Acquired Skills: -Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. -Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Argos @ReusableSword bats en mass The bats were quiet and didn't notice them until the mother bat that was struck gave a loud screech waking every one of its family up and if that wasn't enough that wasn't enough since the mother bat was now heavily bleeding the second bat that was struck hard was then screeching. That essentially rang the alarm for the groups of bats nearby. Soon enough they would see the little light that was in this part of the forest darken even more as the bats flew down almost like a giant shadow moving as one to kill what disturbed their sleep. Bats either flew high or low to the ground and constant screeching could be heard as they used it as echolocation to attack the monster that hurt them. It seemed clear that even though the mother bat dropped from the ground thanks to the blood loss the sheer numbers of the weak bats would prove to be the hobs undoing if they didn't think fast... --- @Darked13 As the goblin would pull the rock towards him he had the idea to see if he could throw it as a projectile. He soon focused once more to pull the rock but this time into the pew in front of it. When he would pull the stone he would hear the soft bonk as it hit the wood. It couldn't be pulled fast enough to make it a weapon that could do genuine damage to the wood or enemies but it proved he had an effective way of distracting or harassing an enemy if he used it right --- Lord@TheMushroomLord He sighed as he was told by the shy one that it would be best if he fought smarter so he could have the best of both worlds. He stopped moving forward and he said "All I need is my fists, at least for right now. I know their must be ways to make my punch stronger but until then I fight with what I was born with" just as he was about to move her along he got a bonk on the head by another sister making him release Aya and at her words he couldn't help but growl loudly at her. He was visibly pissed at that and was struggling to keep himself from fighting her right out of the gate. He figured it was better to prove that he was anything but dumb so he then said "Says the goblin that simply ate up the leftovers the hobs gave her, I don't need you or your help anyways! he growled turning the opposite direction he then said "I make my own way, follow or don't doesn't mean I'll care" he said with a huff as he started to head to the north east not knowing what would be waiting for him.</s> <\|message\|>Wan Baw Mcgraw (Under construction)</s>	<\|message\|>Skrik Skrik's smile widened a little. This little cousin had a straightforward manner and a bold one at that. So he values strength that much. It was different from Skrik's own path, filled with nagging questions and curiosities about the mysteries of the world. Skrik wanted answers and options, various paths that would allow him to defeat foes that were stronger than he was. But, different paths do not always create conflict. "Good, take what is yours and follow quickly." Skrik instructed, holding out the stout stick that he had found. "This too. It should make a good club for you with some work." With that said, Skrik waited only long enough for his instructions to be followed before turning away to head in the direction of the tribe's previous home. "My name is Skrik. When you get stronger, I'll ask for yours." It felt strange and uncomfortable, being so domineering. But, Skrik's young cousin respected strength. So, that would be the goal. Both of them needed more strength. Strength should be rewarded, and recognition from someone stronger... that could be a potent reward for some. Besides, if this motivation worked in spurring his young cousin to more rapid growth then it would benefit all of them in the tribe. Skrik set a pace that would not be easily matched by a goblin in the direction of the tribe's previous home cave. While he kept alert for danger, he was also looking for any exceptional wood to use for a spear shaft and common wood for javelins. He wanted something stronger than the common woods that were around. They were good for most foes, but that bear might demand a better quality weapon. He was also looking for the types of berries that the horned rabbits didn't eat. Their poison might prove a valuable addition to his options. -Gave "Stout Stick" to Grik -Lead the way toward old cave. -Searching for the following along the way: Poison Berries, Better than average wood for a spear shaft, Up to 5 average sticks for javelins. Inventory: Numbing Poisoned Light Javelin, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Scrap Loincloth. Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.] Acquired Skills: Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor. Throwing Intuition= This goblin, having thrown enough things, has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots. Cloud</s>
<\|description\|>Skrik I am a mighty goblin... probably. Gender: Male Goblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are more vicious than the average goblin. Combined with his lanky figure, red-gold eyes, and preference for very tight places, he is one creepy looking goblin, even among goblins. Hobgoblin Appearance: Skrik's eyes and smile are largely unchanged but have taken on a more distant and calculating semblance from recent experiences. Lanky as ever, but somewhat better muscled and with a slightly more olive tone to his skin, his evolution to hobgoblin didn't change much aside from slightly lengthening his clawlike nails and giving his features a slightly more refined appearance. Still, refined or not... he's still one creepy looking guy. Personality: Being betrayed by his best friend in his past life has had an effect on his thinking. He accepts the possibility of treachery and murder, unknowingly becoming more likely to kill other goblins as a result. However, he is still undecided as to whether or not he will be loyal to his own kind. He has a strong sense of need, knowing that everyone needs something and that the one who can provide what is needed has power over the one with the need. Thus, he will always seek to understand the motivation behind the actions of people and creatures. However, this does not help him with a deep seated loneliness that lurks deep within him. He is also very visceral, being strongly influenced by his physical senses and susceptible to certain social forms of manipulation. He enjoys his food and drink more than most as well as the moment of the kill and the taste of fresh blood. Past Life History: Studying to become a doctor while working with livestock on a farm can make for an inspiring story… so long as it doesn't end with your best friend luring your out into a fallow field to beat you to death with rebar because he thought you were looking at his girlfriend too closely. Skill: Butcher's Insight: Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass. Other: ------------ My Hidden Value-------- EXP: Inventory: Numbing Poisoned Light Javelin, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Scrap Loincloth. -Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.] Acquired Skills: -Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded -Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor. -Throwing Intuition= This goblin, having thrown enough things, has been given insight when using a thrown weapon. He can accurately guess the distance, wind, angle, and strength of his throws. At higher levels can gain pinpoint accuracy to his targets weak spots. -Rookie Weaponsmith: The goblin has learned through experience what ways to move and create a primitive weapon would be. Gained the skill to craft spears, axs, swords, and knives -dark aim: allows the user to guess a vital point even when visibility is low. At higher levels can strike vital points from darker positions. Titles: Blessings: Curses:</s> <\|message\|>Arch Hᴏʙɢᴏʙʟɪɴ Aʀᴄʜ --- @Jangel13@Eviledd1984 --- Arch grins as he holds the stone in his hand, precisely as the Goddess willed! That is perfect. Once, he was done with the little test he looked over at Goblin Grandpa, "Sorry for that Grandpa... I'll bring you some rabbit meat for the trouble, and maybe ask you to teach me some more about medicines in case there are any goblins that get hurt in their first hunt, but don't die. I'll take good care of him, if he is willing I'll even teach him the basics of proper hunting." He grinne widely... but before he could even turn to the goblin he was already up close and very touchy. Good thing he had no killy reflexes beyond lightly stepping away from the goblin once he was done, "You really shouldn't... just go and touch others like that. At least, not outside, or without consent. Someone might break your arm. If that does happen though, I can fix it, don't worry." He grinned at the young goblin, "But don't worry about my flower it is a gift by the Goddess Shirila herself, therefore I can only thank her for this blessing. The bracelet is a gift I have obtained from Her, and now it even allows me to do things like I just did." He put the hand on VVan's shoulder once he turned to goblin Grandpa, "I can bring you out now if you want, I'm Arch." He turned to Zats, "I can also teach you my stalking techniques for hunting while I am out. Just don't plan on going too far beyond the rabbits so that I can be sure that as many of us survive." Looking again at the young goblin, "From what you are saying... you need materials. Things to make other things. There is nothing left in here, but you have to learn how to get your own food regardless of anything else you want to get. I can teach you how to get it, and how to not die while trying to get it." The hand didn't leave his shoulder... unless he attempted to brush the hobgoblin off, in which case, the hand wouldn't be on VVan's shoulder anymore. Arch offers goblin grandpa some meat in exchange for more, medical knowledge. He LIGHTLY threatens VVan, explains that he novv plans to teach Zats his stalking vvays and offer to also teach VVan. EXP: 90 Inventory: - Earth conduit: Without a natural affinity for magic, the Goddess had to take more drastic measures with what little power she owned. The weave has now engrained itself into the hobs very muscles and bone structures giving him a literal conduit towards earth and earth based magics now powered by his own stamina rather than mana. Acquired Skills: - Duelist's Stance: This stance has been passed down from soldier to soldier. It teaches the correct way to hold their weapon when faced with an equal opponent. - Gravekeepers Spirit: Arch is able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton, he is able to draw strength without the requirement of being a necromancer. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust. - Intense Strike: Intense strike is a move that brings the user the greatest power through a single strike with willpower alone. This strike can cause intense damage if aimed correctly and when upgraded can break bones to pieces - Knowledge of the Three: Knowledge of the Three Great Gods. Ability to properly worship. Ability to create shrines in honor of the Three Great Gods. - Primitive Medicine: The goblin now knows how to make primitive salves and bandages for fresh wounds. He can't make sophisticated medicine but can craft items that will ease pain and prevent infection. - Primitive Surgery: This goblin has gained some small understanding into physiology and as such can perform minor medical actions like setting broken bones, stitching deep cuts, creating slings (for broken arms and legs). - Stalking Stance: Stalking stance allows the user to enter a sort of stealth mode when hunting. The user is harder to detect and see while in the stance allowing for easier surprise attacks. Titles: Fire Dampener: Higher resistance to fire and fire magic. Blessings: None Curses: None</s> <\|message\|>Aya Goblin Aya Aya was getting excited, unreasonably so actually, considering she had no idea of how this sudden learning thing worked in the first place. Still, even if she wasn't successful, learning something about how the system itself worked, or rather didn't work, would be valuable in its own right. As she walked Aya continuously analysed every critter she saw to the best of her abilities. Butterflies… Those were the post chrysalis forms of caterpillars right? Designed pretty much solely for reproduction… also pollinators, what was the evolutionary advantage to that? Incidental as a result of their diet or maybe benefiting the ecosystem at large was indirectly beneficial to them… She tried to maintain her usual sense of caution, occasionally snapping her improvised weaponry back into position and scanning for danger as a sudden wave of panic hit her, but each and every time Aya's attention was quickly sucked back to the task of identifying the local wildlife. Birds… flight was useful but the mechanics behind it escaped her grasp… a centipede, lots of legs, lived in the underbrush, probably poisonous... EXP: 0 Acquired Skills:* Primitive Crafting: Ancient civilizations used the very same methods as they harvested the base materials at their disposal to make weapons. Learned how to make primitive traps like spike pits, holes, and spike traps. Also learned to make bone/wood weapons such as clubs, bows, slings. * Knowledge of the Three: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature. Titles:* N/A Blessings:* N/A Curses:* N/A Inventory:* Alpha Horn Rabbit Pelt * Alpha Horn Rabbit Horn * Hand Held Rock * Aya still doesn't know how the system works, so she spent her time wandering around and analysing random animals in the hope of gaining knowledge. She's probably going to continue wondering until she finds something noteworthy or it gets dark.</s>	<\|message\|>Skrik Skrik & Grik Collaboration: Skrik was pleased at the results of his efforts. An uncommon spear head and a good quality axe head were good results for an amateur, to say nothing of the skill that he gained. With this skill, he'd have a much easier time making decent weapons and tools for future hunts. But, more importantly for the moment, he had finished his reward for his cousin. Looking over, he easily confirmed that his young cousin was still nearby... and looking a bit disappointed. Well, that was natural. "Young one, here." He said without preamble as he held out the good quality axe head. "This should be good for your hunting. Add it to your club. We'll be hunting when you're done." the young goblin perked up at this, and eagerly took the axe head in his hands while he dragged the club closer to where he was sitting. Grik was slightly more engaged as he was excited to be properly rewarded by his older relative. Skrik's mouth curved upward at one corner, just a little. He had succeeded in rewarding his young cousin well. But, now the questions that remained were how much time it would take to finish the weapon and how much time would remain for them to hunt before nightfall. They would need a good tree to spend the night in as well. Skrik's small smile vanished at the thought of the two of them confronting those wolves on the ground. That would be... a brief and unpleasant affair. In the meantime, Skrik took note of the rocks that his young cousin gathered and started trying to increase their number. Even if they couldn't kill a wolf from a tree, they could practice and maybe improve their chances later. Grik took his time figuring out how to attach the axe head to his club but took this opportunity to pester the hob with a few questions but one stuck out amongst the chatter between his task, one that was something of a thought that he blurted out "...Did you ever feel like your brothers and sisters ignored you? Do you hate them?" it was something he had on his mind yet he failed to keep the thought to himself. Skrik stopped his work for a moment to consider the question. It wasn't really something that he had thought about much. Besides, he had been keeping a casual eye on his young cousin's progress with his new weapon. The change of subject was rather sudden. "I don't hate them. We all hunt to become stronger, each in a different way. We can't stay together and get what we want." He said flatly as he returned to his work. It was true that he missed the company of his siblings from time to time but they had never been coddled. Survival first, everything else came later. For that very survival, tools and powers were necessary. "My siblings sought power through hunting first. I looked for tools and other methods first. But, it's time for me to begin truly hunting. I need to be stronger to get the methods that I want." The young goblin listened intently to his cousin, nodding at the explanation. "I guess I understand, but my siblings didn't even speak to me. I just don't understand why, and it makes me want them to fail..." he said sounding hurt and angry. "You need to be strong. If they help you, you will be weaker. Most of them would see you being with me as a bad thing, holding you back... allowing you to be weak. I will reward progress but I will not give you anything for free. I will not go that far." Skrik fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "Failure is death. Death allows no returns. Your feelings are your own. Make your own choice." Grik grew silent as he got close to finishing his task of fitting the axe head to the hefty stick he was clenching tightly between his legs, using the strength he had to hold the club still enough to chip the top with a rock he picked up from the ground. It took a few minutes but before he got close to finishing he spoke up in a solemn tone. "My choice is to take action, to meet every challenge without fear." Grik told the hob before returning his attention to the club. "I thought so. That's why I made the axe." Skrik said with a nod as he set down the few additional throwing stones that he had completed next to his junior and began to walk out of the cave. "I will look for a tree strong enough to shelter us for the night. When you are done, come out and join me for our hunt." The trees near this cave were not very suitable since most of the low branches had been broken off by young goblins looking for easy clubs. But, Skrik knew that there would be better trees close enough. He would stay relatively close and quiet. It would also be important to find out if this cave would attract anything looking for a lair. Cloud Summary: Skrik - Gave Good Quality Axe Head to Grik - Made/found a few more throwing stones for Grik - Went out to search for a tree that can protect both of them from wolves at night - Also looking for signs of any new beasts in the area Summary: Grik - Crafted the Good Axe Head to his club.</s>
<\|description\|>Aki Rosewall Age: 19 Appearance: Personality: Aki is a reserved but outgoing girl without any major aspirations. She is a novice to the Megaman franchise and to gaming in general. She has some natural talent for rhythm games, but can't win a first person shooter if her life were on the line. History: Aki graduated high school last year and is working at the local roller skating rink. Although she doesn't make much, she wanted to take a gap year to find herself and discover the right direction in life. She likes the occasional RPG or two on weekday evenings, and having finished Star Force a year ago, Aki wanted to see the line of games that started it all. She decided to dive into Battle Network series out of order (not that anyone could blame her; 2 was thirty dollars and 4 was on sale—besides, it was probably the best game in the series anyway), and is currently looking forward to competing in the in-game Red Sun tournament. When her friend Ashley found out that she was starting the series, she gave Aki her brother's old Protoman Advanced PET; he had grown up since then and probably wouldn't miss it. While she isn't very familiar with Digimon, she loves the Summer Wars anime film and has watched it at least four times over. Other: Aki found a weird purple sword chip on eBay once; she thought it was a bootleg, but decided to buy the chip anyway for the fun of it. She doesn't use it in fear of damaging her new PET. Ciel.exe Appearance: NaviCust: Shield, First Barrier, Tango Personality: Ciel is a loyal, defense-type navi who seeks to protect her operator from harm. Even pending threat of deletion, Ciel refuses to leave a teammate behind. Ciel has a soft spot for viruses and wants to find a way to continue SciLab's work to reprogram them into helpful data rather than malicious. She considers Tango her pet cat and loves him to death. Other: Ciel's default weapon charge is the C-Saber. Once charged, she can briefly summon a green, triangular sword and use it to slash a single enemy. Her navi emblem is a small 3D diamond.</s> <\|message\|>Suzuki "Suzie" Takada `C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...` Suzi sighed in relief when she saw the man coming. An actual adult! However, she hesitated when she noticed his hard hat. She was attacked by one of those. How could he be wearing one on his head? Instead of answering his question, she stared at him. She didn't want to get into trouble by not answering, but she could not bring herself to converse with him. She pondered about the other children he had mentioned. She but her bottom lip closed and averted her attention away from him. Maybe, Aki-Senpai will say something… or Lily-kun. She was happy an adult was here, but she felt unsure at the same time. She had never felt this way with an adult before. It felt uncomfortable and made her hands and wrists tingle with nervousness.</s> <\|message\|>Lily Anderson It took Lily a little bit to snap out of her brief crush on the digital angel. Her cheeks turned red when she realized that more than a few of them had given her a sideways glance. Demi-Meramon sent a face palm emoji through the expanse caller and she could almost sense that Minomon was sulking. What really worked to snap her out of it though was her stomach. Hearing from the digimon that there was food but no guarantee that it was edible made her heart sink. Looking Round gave her the impression that this place may not have a Walmart or something to shop at, but she assumed there would be something. Potentially starving to death hadn't really crossed her mind. "Thank you Mr. Meramon, that's a very kind offer." Lily says, deciding that showing her anxiety wouldn't help anyone right now. They didn't have the luxury of doubts or stalling out here. They had to advance and that meant keeping a positive attitude up even if that felt impossible with an empty stomach, "If you can catch it I can cook it! I cook for my dad and his friends all the time!" Seeing two adults come out of the woodwork so suddenly made her give pause. They had the same helmets as the little monsters. Or rather...not the same. Different in some key ways but clearly a red flag. Her expanse caller seemed to hum as she looked at them, as though her partners were warning her that these men were probably not all they appeared to be. "We...we did sir." Lily admitted, taking a step closer to Suzi. There was something not quite right and she wanted to be close her new friend right now. Meramon and Clockmon were what was really setting her on edge. They seemed ready to fight. The digimon they met so far had been friends, even these two who had originally attacked them. 'Actualize' came to her thoughts and in a flash of green Wormom appears. Looking tired, but responding to some silent bond between them as he crawled between Meramon and Clockmon, his mandible clicking in what could be approximately be called a 'growl'.</s> <\|message\|>Rumi Holding some of the sandwich in her hand as she turns and looks toward Aki with an unamused expression she says "I was with y'all initially, but was blipped away with some gross hand things. I think I was sent to some sort of heaven, cause there were angels and it was annoyingly bright, but that didn't last long either. I wasn't their cup of coffee I guess." She says as she shrugs with a smug grin. "Other than that, I do not know, cause all I got now is this big guy here and a half eaten sandwich that I to-was given to me." Octavia turns to Suzi when she asks about the angel, and nods. "Eyyup! a ugly looking one at that, too many wings. Gross." She looks around at the others when Clockmon snatches the sandwich away, Rumi immediately takes a step towards the weird looking creature, but stops when Octavia snatches it back in excitement. "You can regenerate food? That is awesome!" Rumi then relaxes slightly, as he stares at Octavia with a watchful and careful manner. Octavia then turns around towards the man and hides the sandwich immediately, tilting her head slightly in confusion. "Wave tower?"</s> <\|message\|>Aki Rosewall This was it, this was her ticket. A beacon of sanity in this nightmare ocean of a world that went out of its way to kill her. Although the construction helmet gave Aki some pause, the tower and his general roughitiness made her feel like this guy was at least supposed to be here. Hi!! Wait, too much enthusiasm would scare him off. I mean, hey there. Do—do you know where we are? That... thing just attacked us. We almost died. As the now-tolerable heat beamed down on the small group, Aki finally took the opportunity to take in everyone's status. The kids seemed scared, and some of them tired, but at least they were all still alive. Even the annoying girl somehow managed to show back up after the fight. And the digital creature things would probably recover on their own over time... or at least she hoped. Things finally started to seem like they were going her way, and now she just needed to get this guy on her side. And... wizards? None of us know magic if that's what you're asking. If they woke up in some kind of fantasy world, Aki supposed even fantasy magic could be possible. Maybe she would even have a chance to start over, learn some kind of cool magic spells, and make something over herself. It would beat her life back home, at least.</s> <\|message\|>Jacob Wise --- Noticing Suzi's apprehension, but too oblivious to notice the tension from the digimon, the man held his hands up in an attempt to diffuse the situation before the young girl became too frightened. "Hey, actually... Looking at you kids, I don't think you'd really be able to mess with it anyway, so don't be scared, okay?" He was confused for a moment at Lily's admission of guilt, but was about to wave it off when Wormmon appeared from thin air and went over between the two higher stage digimon. "What the-!?" he shouted in surprise before looking around and shaking his head. Clockmon and Meramon noticed Wormmon and lowered their guards to a more neutral stance as the man in the hardhat regained his composure. "Alright, so... If you kids can make your Wizards appear like that, I could probably believe that you'd be able to hack the wave tower. But I don't think that whoever did it would just come back and wait for someone to come check on it." He then looked at Octavia and Aki, slightly concerned at the voice that Aki had greeted him with. He noticed Octavia's confusion as he replied to Aki, "You don't know where you are? And you were attacked? What 'thing' are you talking about?" He stopped and thought for a moment. "Well, let's say that you really don't know. This is -" was all he managed before his eyes glazed over and he slouched forward slightly, no longer conscious. "Hey there. Sorry about that, girls." a young man said from behind Meramon and Clockmon, who both turned in shock and took up a full fighting stance this time. "Who are you!?" Meramon asked, clearly surprised. "And how did you sneak up on us like that?" Clockmon added. The boy held up what appeared to be a Capture Chip, or at least a Battle Chip of some kind, with an image on it. "'Invisible' Battle Chip." he said in explanation. "I came to check out the wave tower, but with it on the fritz I figured it would be better safe than sorry. Picked this one up off a virus yesterday so it worked out." The boy looked towards the other four humans. "You girls have transers, or Expanse Callers?" He looked at Wormmon directly, before continuing. "Stupid question. You have digimon, so they can't be transers. I take it then that you're new to this place too? Not very good at info collection if you don't know the local tech, though." The boy held out his left hand to Aki, while using his right to put the 'Invisible' Chip in his pocket. His right arm had what appeared to be an Expanse Caller on it, down even to the symbol on the bottom, which was visible as he kept his hand in his pocket. "Name's Jacob. Nice to meet you all. And a 'Wizard' is like a digimon. From what I've learned the past few days, they're programs of some sort, but can't normally actualize like a digimon can." He paused a moment. "Though I guess digimon can't either, normally."</s>	<\|message\|>Aki Rosewall "What do you mean 'the past few days'?" "The past three days." The boy paused. "Like… the past three days since waking up here? Did you girls not get Omniphone Golds? That seems to be the common factor from what I've learned." "We did, but… we just got here. And all at the same time, too."Aki considered the implications. If he'd been here already, then that must mean…"Did you somehow get yours early?" "No? Did you get yours late?" Aki tugged at the hem of her shirt. The boy's words weren't an accusation, but she couldn't help but feel like they were. "I mean, my uncle got it for me on launch day. Definitely not three days late." "That lines up with me and the two I've met, then. Dunno why you think you only got here now." He looked over at Clockmon. "Aren't you a time-based digimon? Did you do something?" "No. I haven't done anything." Clockmon replied. First they get isekaid, and now there's time shenanigans to look out for? "Well, you've been here longer. What is this world, and more importantly, how did we get here?" "I've only been here three days. But it seems to be like… a world where technology is different. They've got a lot of electromagnetic tech that we didn't have, assuming we're all from the same world. Or that this is even a different world at all. It could be time travel, I suppose. But pretty much everyone has a 'transer,' the device on that guy's wrist," He pointed at the man in the construction hat, "or something more advanced than it. Seems like there was recently a better device put on the market." Aki took advantage of the moment to eye the now-fallen man. He didn't seem to be moving, and was large enough that Aki couldn't see any clear signs of breathing. "Is he… erm… you know…" Aki shook her head, unable to swallow the thought. "Is he okay?" "Should be. I used a card that gives the 'Freeze' and 'Confuse' effects. We've got a few minutes, but he'll wake back up with little memory of the past few minutes and totally fine.." Aki sighed in relief. The man wasn't dead. Now she turned and gave the 20-something her full attention."I'm so glad. And, er, Jacob, was it? What's with this thing about statuses? Like in a video game?" "Don't wear it out. But, sort of. It seems like the biggest difference between where we came from and here is the existence of Battle Chips, sort of like Megaman, and cards that work similar to them. They can affect the real world, but I've found that they work best in a place where there's a lot of digital… influence, I guess? Like near a wave tower, like we are now. Or where digimon are around." Okay, this guy had clearly figured out the most important parts of this world over the past few days. He seemed to be a pretty nice person and, well, it didn't exactly hurt that he was kind of cute. "So this really is like those old Megaman games, huh." Good job, Aki. Playing it smooth. "I don't guess you've found any kind of an exit?" "At the very least, I've seen viruses from them and Battle Chips work with Expanse Callers. But no, I don't know of any way to get back. I've had to do a lot of experimentation with the other two guys I've met here to figure anything out, so I hope that telling you all this helps with the whole 'skipped three days' thing." "Yeah, it helps a lot. And you've met others here besides us? Oh, and uh, I'm Aki by the way." "Like I said, I've met two others. But they were both by themselves, aside from their digimon. I haven't met anyone with a Netnavi yet, but I assume there's got to be a few if viruses exist here. The regular people have Wizards, which seem to be basically EM Netnavis. One of them was really… angry, honestly. The other guy was cool though." "I've got a navi named Ciel. She was here when we woke up in this world." "Oh, that's cool. Now at least I know they're a thing here too." This world was bigger than it first seemed, and now that they knew other people were around, some even transported like them, their whole situation just got a lot more complicated. But forget all of that. Most importantly, they weren't alone.</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "You seem smart. What do you got in your kit?" Rael was divvying out whatever she found in her kit, and Benkei joined her, doing the same. Out came various potions, food stuffs and materials. Sharpening stones, small torches, a lantern, and rope. He also produced several potions. Several health draughts, a few mana draughts, one remaining stoneskin potion and several strength elixirs as well were laid out on the floor. He also placed a few wrapped packages of dried fruit and meat alongside Rael's. One final meal they could all share together before journeying into the deeper dungeon. "Seele, take some food and drink this mana draught, you burned too much energy in that trap room," Benkei called the girl, knowing how much she'd gone through already. "And don't pull heroic stuff like that again. We need you with us, not half-dead from spell exhaustion." They needed every ounce of strength.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Thump-thump Thump-thump Thump-thump Kelly couldn't hear anything over her own panicked heartbeat, and the voice that kept replaying: You will die. You will die. You will die. You will die. Then she jerked as she felt something touch her knee. At an unknown touch, Alja would probably be fine. She was balanced. If it was a particularly strenuous situation, she might punch the touch. But on the whole, she was pretty hard to shake. But Kelly was not. Kelly was in a state of perpetual shaken-ness. And so instead of looking sharply up at what was on her knee--her eyes still staring listlessly into nothingness--she only cringed away from the touch, burying herself further into her knees. "Alja, sweetheart." Alja. "Shhh, shh. It's okay. Look at me." Kelly lifted her--lifted Alja's--head from her--Alja's--knees. Her eyes--Alja's--still streaming tears, met Seele's, and a moment of utter shame ripped through her. She closed her--Alja's--eyes. You're disgusting. Less than nothing. Weak, selfish, useless coward. Who are you to think that you could help these people? Any people? Anybody? Any situation? You can't even help yourself. You lock yourself away in a video game--you neglect your studies--you neglect what few friends you have--you neglect your family. All to fulfil this fantasy of a world where you mean something to somebody. But you don't. You never have. And now you never will. "Right here, hey. You're okay. You're okay, you're going to be okay. I promise." I promise. The two words slashed through the chains of self-pity that were holding her in place. And in front of her in her mind's eye--was Alja. Oh, shut up. I... No. Shut up. You listen to me. You have a chance here. You finally have a chance to do something. Something that really means something. Something that will help people. Isn't that what you always wanted, Kelly? To help people? Why else are you going into medicine? Why else did you roll a tank in Pariah? You finally have that chance. You're good at what you do. And if you die--if--then you'll die in service of helping other people. So get off your whiny ass and do some good, huh? Then she opened Alja's--her--eyes, and looked around. Seele was comforting her. Rael and Kalie--she almost laughed. She slowly pulled her hands away from her head, and began to uncurl. She met Seele's eyes. Her voice, when she spoke--"Thank you, Seele"--was tiny. It was fragile. But it was her's. Then Kelly breathed deeply. And Alja stood.</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- There was work to be done. The party wouldn't get another respite until the dungeon's end, so it was best they prepared for what challenges lay ahead. Their fearless leader, Benkei, was working with Rael to account for all the supplies they had to work with. They'd gotten to work mere moments after the attendant left-- were they just putting on a brave face? Or did a chance encounter with death really not scare them? "Could use a snack." He cleared his throat on approach, burying his shame for another day. He hadn't expended much energy thus far, but he was still peckish. It was weird. He didn't get nearly so hungry so quickly in the real world. Was it all the extra muscle he'd put on in the game? An odd thing to mull over as he reached down and collected a sizeable bit of food. After a moment's thought and a glance over his shoulder he picked up a second share. Then his eyes went to the collection of special items and potions they'd laid out. Graves hadn't taken the time to drop by the alchemist in Thorinn before the raid, stupidly enough. He'd gotten cocky, excepted to run through this no problem. "I could use one'a them ironskins too." He reached down and plucked one up, slipping it into a specially made loop in his belt. There was another vial hanging next to it that he pulled from its string. "Don't like takin' without offerin' anything back," he said, tossing it to Rael. "Extracted straight from a basilisk's fang. The guy said the poison's so potent it'll burn you just by lookin' at it too long." Graves winced just at the memory of it, a hand moving up to rub his shoulder. "Think I believe him, too." That single, concentrated extract was worth almost a quarter of the kill by itself. It would've made for a hell of a hunting tool in his arsenal if the world hadn't gone to shit. Now, all he could hope was that it saved a couple'a lives before the day was done. "Maybe hand it over to the archer. Can only imagine what a shot of that shit through the eye would feel like. But, y'know," he shrugged, "I trust your judgement any which way." With a final, over-exaggerated bow, he turned away and was off. His path brought him over to where Seele was "helping" the much larger Alja to her feet. Evidently they'd managed to work through her panic attack together. That brought some comfort, he had to admit. Alja was good at what she did and they needed her help if they were going to get through this. She might not be back to her usual, chipper self for awhile, but this would have to do. Seele'd done good. "Here." Graves offered the second serving of food he'd taken over to Alja, plopping down on the ground where she'd once been to scarf down his own meal. "Goshta keep yer shtrengthh up." He sloshed out between chunks of jerky and dried out fruit.</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: The Dungeon, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "If we wake up." Rael sighed as she cracked her neck. She was sore and tired, but not absolutely exhausted. Kalie had exerted all of her energy to bring down the demon; Benkei was having a panic attack. She was certain the rest of the group would rejuvenate them soon enough. "We're stuck here." Hanako said in the annals of her head. "What if the hack gets worse? What if they can't fix it?" The thought was something Rael thought about as she leaned against one of the room's walls to brace herself. Her eyes moved to Priscilica as the large doors to the control room opened and the pink-haired spellcaster wandered inside. She was glad there was no more surprises, but even Rael was on edge. Part of her was disappointed that the battle was over but that was a part of her that was in opposition to her body and her mind. Hanako, Rael... and whoever she was now. She supposed the way she thought and acted was divorced between the two, like an amalgamation. There was no real reason to roleplay in the new landscape of the world and it was a world she was going to have to get used to. "You're thinking it, too, aren't you?" She said as people rushed to Benkei's aid, "How this could be it." She crossed her arms after she leaned her spear against the wall. There was an aching part of her mind. Why wasn't she scared? Why did she want to keep fighting? What was wrong with her? It ate at her like an acid, though she did not show this anxiety as she did so. But this time it wasn't out of keeping up the appearance of looking cool; this time it was out of numbness.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Priscilica was too kind--he hadn't done anything special that anyone else couldn't have accomplished. Anyone else could've given her a draught. If anything he was the least effective in the last fight, he didn't even contribute to killing the boss. And the one thing he could do, he failed at. Nonetheless it'd be pointless and rude to say otherwise, and Kazuki only offered the girl a nod of acknowledgment, watching her as she walked off. He couldn't quite look Seele in the eye, instead choosing to walk past her as he unhooked his lyre. The familiar, ear-scratching grind of the door let him now that the dungeon was officially over. Starting up the familiar-sounding song, Kazuki let his body go on autopilot, staring at nothing in particular. It was easy to let the notes carry him away to anywhere else, but the sound of Luci's sobs made sure to root him to the dungeon's room. He could feel the pull of his magic already; he must have used up more magic than he thought. He figured he may as well get everyone up as best he could so they could make it back to town in one piece, albeit a quick look around let him know that exhaustion was just as common as injuries. That would be the second thing he would look into, there was probably a spell out there that could help with that. He'd be more effective next time. He'd succeed next time. Failure was no longer-- The sound of metal hitting the ground caused Kazuki to stop as he whirled around to the source. For a split second he thought that even the dungeon's end had changed and something else was coming, but instead he was greeted with the sight of Kazuma on his knees. Had he been hurt worse than he thought? But the way he grasped at his chest set off every single alarm in his head. Kazuki didn't even realize he had dropped his lyre when he ran over, kneeling down next to him. "Kazuma!" Kazuki called out his name, louder than he meant but stern as he held his hand. "Kazuma, breathe, I'm right here with you! You're okay now, just breathe!" --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon, -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "You're thinking it, too, aren't you? How this could be it." It had crossed his mind more than a few times. If the glitch was easily fixed they never would've heard about it. Nobody in their right mind would admit the players couldn't be logged out and that they were at risk of death unless there wasn't an alternative. The situation in the real world must've been untenable. It was the only thing that made sense. So what then? What were the chances they were stuck in Pariah for days, or weeks? What if they were stuck in here for the rest of their miserable lives? Graves should've been frightened by the thought, but instead all he felt was... "They don't deserve it." He breathed, watching Benkei hit the floor. A panic attack. He'd seen 'em before. He remembered one night William came home with eight different drugs in his system and spent hours freaking the fuck out. It hurt to watch- just like this did- but there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could do but ride it out. "They have somethin' to go back to." Graves sniffled, wiping his nose. "People. Lives. I-I mean, Aags and Luci were gonna be together for Christ's sake. They had so much. So much ahead of 'em." He felt like a monster for laughing after everything that'd happened. After all that was still happening. There wasn't an ounce of joy in the sound; just pained, angry resentment."What- what the fuck did I have, y'know? Without this stupid game I might as well be..." Graves never finished the thought. He climbed back to his feet, and shook it all off. Took all that shit he'd been moments from letting fall out into the world for the first time in his life and put it back where it belonged. There was still work to be done. Still bodies to be buried. They could deal with what came next later.</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: City Streets -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Buh..." Alex unpeeled his face from the finished letter. Or at least, the letter in which he really didn't know what else to include. It reminded him of talking to distant relatives after years of not having seen one another, where there were so many possible topics and you avoided them all in favor of small talk because you didn't really know them well. Logan and Alex were closer and loved one another, but Pariah had caused a lot of friction within their relationship. Was there really a point in divulging details apart from not being dead and vague motions towards his current plans? He'd just get frustrated at Alex no matter what. Assuming he was alive of course, but ale did a good job of keeping him from thinking about that. Facing him was Kazuki, the healer who had survived the raid with him. Kazuki was the opposite of a relative he'd known for a long time, being a near stranger Alex wanted to talk to incessantly over topics such as having almost died and having lived. Not a lot to cover, admittedly, but damn if it wouldn't feel good to find more people to unload with. It took his alcohol-infested brain a while, but what he originally wanted to bring up eventually surfaced in his conscience again. "Kazuki, dude. Long time no see. I mean, it hasn't really been that long, but it sure feels like it." The words left his mouth in no hurry, a contrast to his usual voice. He was aware of this, but that hadn't been enough to stop him from taking another chug. "Just here, chillin'. I was gonna ask you guys about your plans and stuff, but I had a letter to write, and, uh..." His face, the lower third of which had smears of ink, tilted towards a corner of the tavern where Seele and Alja were having what looked like an intimate moment. "...Yeah. Don't know what's going on over there." He slowly grabbed his tankard and swished it around. "So, what brings you here?"</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- It had definitely felt like a long time, Kazuki agreed with that much. Still, he couldn't help but slightly raise an eyebrow as Alex drank. The tavern obviously reeked of alcohol, but he was a little surprised to see someone his age--were they the same age?--take a swig like an experienced drinker. Then again, he couldn't really blame him, even if he wished he had arrived beforehand to stop him. There was just something wrong about seeing an obviously sullen Alex trying to drink his woes away. Gone was the warrior archer from yesterday, replaced instead with a young man that seemed like he was in over his head. Not that he was one to talk. Alex spoke of a letter and followed where he had gestured to, only now seeing Seele and Alja. It looked like Alja was in the same boat as Alex with Seele comforting her. Was there ever a moment she wasn't comforting someone? He had to admit it was admirable to see her the same as yesterday as she continued to be there for everyone. He never did thank her, did he? Kazuki tore his gaze away from Seele and looked over to Kazuma for advice, only for the latter to have gone elsewhere. Alright, he supposed recruiting Alex would now fall to him, the socially inept Kazu. Well, if he succeeded, maybe afterwards he could catch Seele and Alja. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to Alex. He was pretty sure the poor guy didn't even realize he had ink all over his chin. "Actually, 'plans and stuff' is why we're here," Kazuki told him with a slight shrug. "Ka--Benkei and I thought that maybe banding together would be more effective than staying apart. At the very least having more people to rely on isn't a bad thing nowadays." He had no idea if what he was trying to say even made sense, but he knew he had to try. "Yesterday happened and we're all still here. We're still alive, and that only happened because we were together," He continued, pausing for a moment as he scratched his cheek. "Truth be told, I--It's difficult to find people that are trustworthy. People that are reliable. You're someone that people can rely on and you pull through when needed." --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Stay safe!" Graves waved to Rael as she sauntered off. "Don't talk to strangers!" A brief glance around the tavern told him that everybody from their party had showed up. It was strange how glad he was that they'd all decided to stick together after yesterday's events. He didn't know them; not really. Was one life-changing shared experience enough for him to call them his friends? Graves didn't even know their real names. It was silly to care about this group of strangers. He smiled anyway. The tavern was too muggy for its own good. If outside had been bad, this was practically unlivable. Like walking out of a summer's day and into a sauna, or something. He was thankful he'd skipped out on any extravagances at Raja's- breathable pants, sandals and an open vest as red as... He crossed over to where Kazuki was standing over Alex, who was knee-deep into a mug of ale about the size of his head. And he had a bunch of shit all over his face, too, on closer inspection. Like he'd fallen asleep in class and some jokester had drawn a penis on his forehead, only the penis was a bunch of misspelled words and the jokester was himself. "How're my two favorite fuck-ups doin' this fine mornin'?" Graves threw an arm over Kazuki's shoulder. The two didn't know each other well, but Kazu had saved his ass enough times to earn a little love. He'd only caught the tail end of their conversation, but it sounded as serious as it was awkward. Hopefully they weren't too torn up about yesterday- justified as it would be, Graves had no idea how he'd handle that. He could barely handle his own baggage as is. He was no Seele. He couldn't process all this shit and play parent at the same time. "So everybody's still around. You two gettin' somethin' to eat too, or was there some kinda meetin' I wasn't invited to?"</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- A somber moment between friends ended abruptly as Graves jerked away. His attention shifted fully toward the tumultuous waters beneath them. Something was moving under there. It wasn't visible to the naked eye, but he could feel it: the hairs on his arms stood on end, his vision filled with black dots, and the rhythm of his heart beat louder and louder until everything else was drowned out. Three people, harrowed but alive. One of them was dragging the other two along on a mad dash toward the surface. It boggled his mind that someone would even attempt that sort of rescue, let alone get this far. He shoved his hands into the water, grabbing the lead swimmer, and hauled them up onto the stony surface. "Rael?!" Graves asked, bewildered, even as he helped her and then Kalie and Valena find their footing. They were all positively disgusting, yet alive. He couldn't ask for more than that. A rush of conflicting emotions hit him like a wall of sewage. Glad to see them safe. Angry as hell that Rael had nearly killed herself saving those two. Guilt at not having tried to do the same. Alja had shaken herself out of her pained stupor and gotten to work rallying everyone, trying to make sense of their situation and find a way out of it. A good idea, but he said nothing. He couldn't get himself to focus on practicality at the moment. After hesitating a beat, he decided to cross over to where Rael was standing, still recovering from her misadventure. "Hey," he whispered harshly, trying to contain his volume as to not interrupt the other conversation. "What the hell was that, you goddamned moron? You tryin' to die playin' hero? I thought you were-" He caught himself before continuing, swallowing the worst of his impulses. He didn't meant to berate. Didn't mean to lecture. It was hard to communicate what he did mean- maybe he didn't know what he meant at all. "I'm...glad you're okay. Stay okay."</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Why was he yelling? What was he yelling? Rael's palms pressed against the cold stone of the sewer floor as the tall American screeched at her about her playing hero. What? Did he prefer Kalie drown in the depths of the sewer because she had been about as caught off guard as most of them had been and didn't stick the landing for once in her life? Did he want the healer, who Alja apparently knew to some inherent level? It didn't make sense. Then it did. Nobody cares about you. He's yelling because you acted stupid again. Like with the bat. A familiar whisper in the back of her mind. But her own anxieties, her own inner self didn't make sense with what she was hearing. It confused her and she was still coughing up a good deal of water. Admittedly, it was a pretty stupid thing but he was glad she was okay? I mean, if she drowned the guy would be up Mt. Fuji without a parachute, or as the American expression went—up shit creek without a paddle. This group of theirs relied on her and it felt good. Seele tried to impart that she was a good person in the tavern in their conversation, a hero, but all she had done is dismiss it. What was heroism in a game of survival? If she was out there alone who knows how many people who didn't like her would string a rope around a tree just for a little revenge? Sometimes Hanako didn't even know how her own mind worked. "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" She smirked, deflecting her own internal thoughts as she pushed herself to her feet. "The elevator, huh?" She repeated as she channeled her magic as a gust of wind dried out her clothes and hair before she spat out some water from her mouth onto the ground before retying her hair into a loose ponytail. "Shouldn't be too hard to find." She commented though as she went to say another remark a distant, distorted shriek could be heard in the likely direction they would be heading. Her brows narrowed as she looked to Valena. "With our luck, we got another dire rat at..." Valena nodded. "The élévateur."</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" Rael gave a clever little retort just before walking away. She was good at deflecting. Good at hiding what was going on inside that thick skull of hers. It made Graves' blood boil. He could spill his guts to her and it could wash off her back like nothing at all. What was he supposed to get out of that? How was he supposed to interpret it? Maybe he hadn't expressed himself well. Maybe he didn't know how to turn the mayhem in his mind into words others could understand. What he'd actually said was almost cruel in its incoherence. Aggressive, contradictory, more a vomit of raw emotion than a conversation starter. But he meant it. He meant it, even if he didn't know how to say what he meant. 'Like you really know what you were even gettin' at,' he sneered. All he'd accomplished was pulling her closer with one hand while pushing her away with the other. It was like he'd forgotten how to be sincere. Like he'd woken up from a years long, narcissism-fueled haze that had stripped him of all memory of how to be a decent human being. Things were easier when he was on his own. Life was simple. Hard, perhaps, yet uncomplicated. Then he met seven idiots in a video game and everything went to hell. Graves had hoped things would be easier after that first week's...events...were behind them. They knew he cared about them, right? Maybe he hadn't said it to all of them, but he shouldn't have to. Not to her. Did his actions not make it clear enough? "Fine," Graves drew Alja's knife from his belt and started toward the tunnel entrance, desperate for some way to blow off steam. "Let's go kill ourselves more rats."</s>
<\|description\|>Andrew Gray I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Indiana, USA Occupation - Gas station clerk A V A T A R Character's Name - Graves Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Melee DPS Profession - Bounty Hunter Weapon of Choice - Nodachi Domains - Water, Darkness; Restoration, Divination, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Arrogant It isn't just that Graves thinks highly of himself. He doesn't believe he's the best- he knows he is, and the only reason he fails is when others are holding him back. There is no challenge he won't take on, no enemy he's afraid to challenge; he has mastered the art of combat in Pariah Online and he's eager to show that off. Belligerent His mentors always hammered into his head that the one thing a good fighter had was aggression. A full-bodied willingness to commit violence, directed violence, against their opponents. To hesitate was to admit you were the weaker combatant. To allow the enemy initiative was the equivalent of surrender. Graves has taken those lessons to heart, allowing that belligerence to seep into every aspect of his personality. Driven For all his many, many faults, none can deny Graves's desire to succeed. He is driven beyond rational boundaries, to the point where Graves believes he can do anything he wants- often times bending the situation to make this fact true. He doesn't allow himself to slip, to lose, to give in, ever. B E N C H M A R K S Violent Transfusion The linchpin of Graves's fighting style is his ability to heal himself by wounding his enemies. He strikes at them with his signature weapon, drawing the blood from their bodies using his unusual primordial magics, and then transmutes it into a healing energy that stitches up his own wounds at a rapid pace. This allows Graves to maintain full throttle aggression without putting himself in total mortal peril. Surgical Precision Studying the anatomy of wayfarers and monsters alike was a necessary component of Graves's chosen battle strategy. He's learned the best places to strike to disable his opponents, or to produce the greatest flow of blood. In addition, He's also internalized where he can safely wound himself if the need ever arises. Human Bloodhound Graves pursues his targets like a predator tracks a wounded animal. He treks across great distances, following even the most subtle of clues for weeks at a time. Nothing ever seems to deter or distract him, so singular is his purpose. Pain, Life's Great Motivator Pain is something every wayfarer is familiar with. Some shy away from it, while others manage to grit their teeth and soldier onward despite it. Graves revels in it. He practically falls into his attacker's blade at any given opportunity. It makes for a terrifying display when he walks through a debilitating stab wound to make his counterattack. \| Physical Description Andrew is unusually tall, measuring more than a few inches over six feet- a trait he inherited from his father. He's far thinner, however, with an unhealthy gauntness to his long face. Dark circles around his eyes stand out against harshly pale skin, and long hair falls down to his shoulders. Most wouldn't regard him as particularly good-looking, owing in no small part to a lack of effort and little self confidence. His persona's appearance in Pariah differs significantly. While Graves stands just as tall, he's extraordinarily well-built, with a chest as broad as a barrel and muscle coiled like steel cable. Scarring earned from many an encounter pepper his body thanks to his light armor and penchant for reckless aggression. Graves is much better put together, too, with shorter cropped hair and strong features his player could only dream of. Character Conceptualization Graves is a controversial bounty hunter whose history stretches back to the first days of Pariah Online. He's renowned for doggedly pursuing his targets no matter where they run or for how long. Quick tempered and arrogant to the core, Graves is a difficult man to work with if he believes you're holding him back- and he thinks everyone does. The few friendships he still holds are troubled, to say the least, yet it wasn't always so. Back when the game first launched, Graves was a member of a guild called the Strange Reign Club. They were a highly competitive group of raiders and PVPers with a reputation for extraordinaire toxicity. It was hard to argue against their results, however. Graves showed great promise as one of their earliest recruits, competing with some of the Club's best duelists. He'd stay with them for many months before, without much warning, he'd be cut from the team and blacklisted by its raid leaders. A solo player ever since, Graves has been quietly grinding away at his profession, stewing on whatever drama had happened behind the scenes... Other Information ♬ Transfusion: The primary vehicle of Graves's unstoppable aggression and the core aspect of his kit. Transfusion allows Graves to transform any blood into lifeforce, healing physical wounds of nearly any kind. The blood must be drawn through an open wound. The amount of healing received and how quickly it takes to stitch a wound depends on the volume and quality of the blood provided. This ability is typically used by cutting open an enemy's major arteries and healing himself, but it is not limited to this function. Defiant to the End: One of his strongest abilities, and the most dangerous to utilize. If Graves has suffered enough damage to be near unconsciousness or death's door, he can temporarily convert the flow of blood from all his wounds into life-force, providing an incredible burst of healing power. This magic has the potential to harm or eve kill him if it consumes too great a quantity of his blood. Meditative Healing: Another aspect of Graves's advanced blood-based restoration magic. By sitting in a meditative trance for at least an hour, he may use his own blood to close his own wounds. This consumes his blood, much like Defiant to the End. How long it takes depends on the severity of said injuries. The stance is extremely taxing, essentially requiring he rest immediately afterward. In addition, it can't repair grievous wounds such as broken bones or eviscerated organs. Blood In The Water: Using a concoction of a creature's blood and a number of other ingredients, Graves may consume it to cast this spell to locate that creature if they are within a thousand feet of him; if they're moving he knows the direction. This spell can be blocked by most magic or materials meant to disrupt divination. Sight Beyond Sight: Sight Beyond Sight allows Graves to concentrate, blocking out all other senses to activate a sort of 'sixth sense.' This sixth sense allows him to feel the presence of bleeding targets within a thirty meter radius of himself, though it can be blocked by sufficiently thick walls or anti-divination magic. It acts similarly to echo location, wherein he gets a 'blip' of the target(s)' movement every couple of seconds. \|</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand. Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone. As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- It was easier said than done. Still, it wasn't like Alja was going to let Kazuki get away at this point. To her credit, her words were logical and along the lines of encouraging. He stared at Alja for a second, though he didn't respond, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets. This was the pain of having to interact with people, wasn't it? Now that he thought about it, on top of every other problem they were having, Kazuki wasn't used to being this...social. If one could call it that, anyway. He didn't say much of anything, more focused on sobering up as he resumed the walk wordlessly. He wasn't expecting much out of this little trip, though that was more his pragmatism speaking. If Prisillica managed to rally people, maybe, but as far as he was aware, Aaginim's death still had the place pretty grim. It would be nice if he was surprised, but he wouldn't hold his breath. And even in the slight chance where things could be moving, Luci was still an obstacle. His own involvement aside, he was certain she held resentment towards their entire group in general. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kazuki was running away. Would it be right to just let him walk off, to avoid dealing with Mystic Prophecy? It would be easier than handling that sore wound that both brothers felt, after all. He knew Luci blamed Kazuki for Aag's death, but he also knew why they'd all done the dungeon in the first place. To test the waters. To see if Benkei was ready to join Mystic Prophecy. Kazuki wasn't the one who failed Aaginim. It was Benkei. It was his fault they were in that dungeon at the time. His single-minded desire to be the best led him down a path that good people died. And now when you died you never came back. "Ka-" Before he could even say anything, Alja burst onto the scene. Her words were better than anything he could force down, and he was thankful she'd come to join them as well. "Alja's right. We need to meet with Mystic Prophecy, and we all have to work together if we're going to survive." He wanted to bite his lip in frustration. Who was left in Mystic Prophecy now? "Let's go, everyone. There's no better time like the present, right?</s>	<\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern -- City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Graves wasn't much of a thinker, even if he'd never admit it. Seele spoke in an excited rush, days worth of careful research and pondering pouring out like a flood. She was shuffling through stacks upon stacks of documents featuring all sorts of information: missing wayfarers, a map of the city, a second map of the city, then a third and a fourth. It would've been difficult to keep up with her even if Graves wasn't halfway through a sizeable tankard of ale. Still, he did his best to follow her line of thought. People were being taken in some kinda pattern. Certain places in Thorinn where it was easier to nab folks in the dead of night, he figured, were hotspots for these kidnappings. And they were targeted, too, not just at players but specifically mages from Drox. Why would they go after the hippies of all things? Every Drox guildie he'd ever met was obnoxiously nice and obsessively helpful. 'These guys've gotta be real bastards if these are the people they're huntin'.' Cowards, too, if the only wayfarers they were willing to fight were supports and healers. They'd be easy pickings for somebody like him, if only they could actually find them. But it seemed Seele had a plan for that, too, as she drew a vial from her robes. A cold prickle climbed up the back of his neck at the sight of blood. His heart beat just a little bit faster, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and snatch it off the table. He opened his mouth to speak only for the words to catch in his throat, his attention drawn elsewhere. Something was on his arm. He glanced down at it, and even on seeing Artemis's hand gripping his he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. The idea that someone would dare to touch him seemed so outrageous that his first instinct was to dismiss it out of hand. His eyes were playing tricks on him. Or it was an accident, maybe. Graves looked up to give Artemis a puzzled look as she released her grip, mumbling out an apology about a lack of sleep. The gears in his head turned hard enough to send smoke trailing out of his ears, but he finally got it. "Oh," he muttered, blood rushing to his cheeks. "No, no! You're, uh, you're okay. Its totally cool. We're cool." Graves assured her everything was okay with a pat on the arm and a thumbs up. He quickly turned away from her. "You don't have to do that. You're not doing that, actually. We ain't lettin' you out of our sight. Besides," he grabbed the blood vial Seele had placed in front of them, holding it up. He gave Seele a long look, trying to read the intention behind her eyes as he spoke. "Seele already went to all the trouble of drawing this. You sure you're up to this, Missy?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- There was a crash as the door to the faction hall was flung open and a titaness of a woman in heavy blue and brown armor clomped loudly into the open doorway, a grin on her face. She spat out a strand of white hair, leaning casually up against the jamb. "Yo! Who's here? What faces in this crowd do I know?" As she panned her head around the room, her grin grew even wider as she caught sight of a familiar readhead who sat at a table with someone who Alja knew she'd seen before, but couldn't quite place. Pausing only to grab a tankard full of some kind of ale from the bartop, she threw herself down uninvited into a chair at the same table, slinging her knees over the armrest and lounging back. "Ay, it's Rael! Looks like Aaginim's pulling out all the stops if he's bringing you in on a raid team!" She took a long pull from the beer, then none-too-gently dropped it back down and wiped the foam from her lips and chin. She paused for a moment before continuing. "Wow, slots for a raid team this large for one dungeon? Lotta people here." she swept her long arm around. "You and Aaginim are supposed to be able to solo floors or something--and I'm not half-bad at this dungeon thing either. We must be up some kinda creek, huh? This dungeon must really be somethin' else." She twitched her fingers. Fog coalesced on her gauntleted hand, then solidified into a thin shell of ice. She promptly knocked her armored fists together until the ice fell off in chunks, which she scooped into her drink (only half of it left at this point). Sure, the shards'd disappear back to mist and magic in a couple seconds, but hey, any chill was better than the lukewarm that the drink had been. SHe took another drink, smacking her lips appreciatively at how much colder it was. "Looking forward to workin' with you again, though." Another draught of ale. "Sure, you drive me nuts sometimes, but you damn sure know your stuff. Nothin' better than slappin' some Tundra Glass on that spear of yours and watching you go!" She punctuated the remark with a loud laugh, pulling herself into an upright position, more or less using the chair how it was meant. She leaned her head back into her hands, then turned to the man at the table and snapped her fingers--or at least made the motion, since gauntlets didn't snap well and she seldom removed hers--in an exaggerated show of attempted recollection. "Know I've seen you somewhere, but I'll be damned if I can place. If ya don't remember me, name's Alja Frostguard." She grabbed Glacier Chain up from the floor where she's put it along with her backpack, tossing it casually over her shoulder and letting it rest there."Think I could grab yours, jog my memory some?"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- A lone hunter stumbled into Thorinn with a great weight upon his back. He was a mighty figure built like an oak tree-- tall and broad and ever sturdy-- yet it seemed his strength was failing him. The burden he bore was several times his size. It was a mass of sickly pale scales, hanging bits of gore and ligaments and broken bone. Two great eyes like red orbs stared back at those who walked behind the hunter, unblinking, empty. Chains wrapped about the severed head bound it to the man that carried it. He had pursued the thing through the wilderness for three weeks. It had struck the killing blow against the hunter twice throughout their game, yet he kept up the chase all the same. Such was the endurance of wayfarers: not even death could stop them. Not permanently. The beast could neither hide nor fight by the end of it; it was too bloodied to do anything more than whimper in its nest as that wicked nodachi relieved its shoulders of its head. In whatever afterlife Pariah provided its monsters it could look down with some irony-driven revenge as its corpse harried its killer. The head's weight had collapsed the man's horse three days earlier, forcing him to bear it all on his own. What should've been a short journey to a just reward transformed into a perilous, monotonous trek up the main road to Thorinn, where every day there came the risk of someone coming along to steal the proof of his triumph for themselves. By the grace of lady luck that never came to pass. There were even some that stopped on their own journeys to offer the hunter help in carrying his quarry home. It annoyed him. More annoying was when they insisted that it was no trouble, not understanding that he wasn't being polite. He wasn't going to be climbing into anyone else's cart with such a valuable bounty chained to his back; their hearts would only stay good until they realized the value of what he carried. Regardless, he didn't need the help. Or so he told himself every time he fell to knee along the road, his legs nearly buckling under him each time. But the ordeal was over now, for he'd made it into Thorinn and the bounty office was a mere hop and skip from the front gate. There, he dumped the now-rotting carcass into the hands of some poor denizens schmucks that worked for the acquisition officer, who paid Graves handsomely for his trouble. 'Good Lord do I need a break.' Tired feet carried him back across town, toward his favorite little drinking hole: the Wayfarer's Rest. It didn't have the best drinks, or the best beds, or the best people. The work there was usually interesting, though not consistent. No, it was his favorite because of the one thing it didn't have. He beat his boots against the door frame to rid them of the dust of the road before pushing the door out of his way, stepping inside. The front room was more crowded than usual, and not with the same do-nothings he was used to seeing around here. They were well-armed and gathered 'round for what sounded like talk of business. There was one woman in particular who reminded him of a mammoth who was making particularly loud talk. Was she actually taller than him? 'Tch.' Graves pretended he wasn't intrigued by it and walked up to the bar to order himself a drink. He'd keep his eyes toward it, but his ears were focused elsewhere.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: Fountain Square -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kazuki was going to make them late. "Look, if you want to finish your little performance, go ahead. But I'm going to check us in at the Wayfarer's Retreat. I added the location as a waypoint for our party; so you can't get lost." His brother's little concerts were impressive enough that other players did enjoy watching them. Hell, they'd received a few guild invites because of Kazuki's popularity-okay, not they just Kazuki. Raid groups didn't hate Kazuma-Benkei's-skills as a tank. In fact he was an extremely reliable tank in most dungeons and encounters. It was the attitude that rubbed groups the wrong way. "The DPS died during the trash pull. That's unacceptable. The off-tank didn't pull the right groups. It took us 15 seconds longer than average to defeat this boss. The DPS isn't committing enough damage to skip the second phase. If you can't parse, why the hell are you even playing the game? Kicked. Removed. No commendations. This was normal. People needed to play perfectly if they wanted to be the best, and these chumps were in it for "fun" and to "relax". They had no idea how important it was to be regarded as a top player. As a reliable tank. As someone people could look up to. Accepted. Kazuki was the opposite. His brother was more concerned with mastering the music in the game than healing in dungeons. And being forced to carry his older brother through these events while shouting down everyone else? It hadn't made a good impression on anyone. Benkei made his way into the Wayfarer's Retreat. Even though he'd customized his avatar, he'd spent hours making the avatar resemble himself IRL. In a world where everyone else made themselves look fantastic and wonderful, Bekei's obsession was making himself look...well, like himself. It didn't matter that his avatar looked a little silly with the oversized sword nearly the size of its wielder. He wanted to be the best version of himself in the game, since outside he was...well, he was Kazuma. Second son, second best, completely forgettable and average. But here? He scanned around the room, surprised at some of the top level players that had been invited. He'd recognized a few of them; he had to know the competition he faced in his dream of becoming number 1. He found a seat away from the group, eyeing up the ones talking and chatting amongst themselves. Raids were cooperative experiences, but in his mind, it was just as much player vs player as any arena match. These people were his competitors on his journey to become the best. There was the one girl; the tank everyone hated. Still, she was one of the best in the game, and it made sense she'd be invited here to complete a raid before anyone else knew about it. There were other big names showing up as well. Former members of famous guilds, players who just wound up in nearly every party eventually...all sorts. Benkei wondered if they'd be reliable.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Fuckingpieceofshitmotherfuckinglittlebitch...' Graves sat in silent contemplation, stewing on the wrong done to him. His attention was focused on a stream of dark liquid: it was flowing off the top of his head, down into a half-empty mug set down on the table before him. Wisps of primordial energy kept the ale contained, stopping even a drop from spilling out. His efforts seemed to be proving fruitful as his face, hair and clothing were mostly dry by now. Just a few more seconds, annddd... Something came crashing onto the table, shouting nonsense and splashing ale everywhere. It shattered Graves's concentration, spilling alcohol across the wood. "Ah, come on!" One final, defeated huff left him as he decided to just live with it. He leaned all his weight onto his elbows and looked over at Leaves, trying his best to conceal his annoyance. Doubtful that she'd care, though; she was already talking a mile a minute after making her grand entrance. It was lot. Too much, after the shitshow he had just failed to clean up-- and move on-- from. At the very least he could be glad she wasn't a dickhole about it. "S'pose so. Anything's better than sticking 'round here," he grunted, his hand idly grabbing at the nearest mug. "Just got back from the wilds n' I'm already ready to leave again." Life was a lot easier when there weren't any people in it. He took a swig. The raid itself wasn't something he was ecstatic about, if he was being honest. It'd pay well, sure. But Graves didn't play Pariah to delve into dungeons to go treasure hunting. He'd done it plenty, though he wasn't like Leaves: hitting the top of the DPS charts and climbing the leaderboards. No, he was made to do something different, and he was a damn sight better at that than anybody else in the room. Kalie might make him break a sweat. Maybe. "Oh!" Graves blinked, seemingly remembering they weren't alone. He waved a hand over at Seele. "This is uh...Jesus, did you tell me your name? Hope not. I think she heals, er, somethin'. Didn't really ask."</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele found herself smiling—now this girl was a breath of fresh air! Energy entirely different from the people she'd encountered so far—for the most part, though she saw a bit of the titan woman in her mannerisms—excited and ready for the adventure ahead of them. It was enough to shift the mood and shove Seele's creeping doubts away. She giggled good-naturedly as the unruly man fumbled his way through the conversation, still clearly aggravated by the ale that lingered. She did take note of the slight magic he employed in drying himself, though. "Seele," she said, nodding politely to them. "Or Missy is fine, too. I'm not picky. It's nice to meet you both!" Seeing as her basket had served its purpose, she took the cloth from inside and set about dabbing up the ale the new girl had splashed about in her enthusiasm. As with her cleaning before, it was mostly meaningless, but she did it anyway. Perhaps that was why people sometimes mistook her for a denizen. Not that she minded, they were for the most part a lovely folk. "I don't provide healing, unfortunately, but I've been told I'm a very reliable support. If I'm lucky enough to be grouped with the two of you, I promise I'll do my best to keep you safe." Mis…sy…</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Alja huffed out a relieved sigh when Luci came along and broke up Graves and Rael. Stepping backwards out of the maelstrom's center, she smiled in an altogether different way than usual as she watched the rest of the scene play out; a soft grin, with a bit of an amused tilt at the corners. More catlike than her usual bombast. She loved watching Luci put people in their places. She'd grouped with the DPS on occasion, and she'd been an absolute joy to work with every time. Yeah, she was competent--way past competent actually, better than Alja by a long shot--but that wasn't super important to Alja. Rather, what was important was that Luci was just...fun. Once you dug past the ice-queen politeness, there was a certain streak of dry, deadpan humor that made it a total joy to banter with her. And for the cherry on top, their playstyles gelled together pretty well too. Of all the people she'd met in Pariah, Luci was probably the one she liked the most--maybe with a single exception--even if they didn't end up seeing each other very often. Not to mention, she chuckled to herself, she knows how to keep Rael in line. And that takes some doing. A few minutes passed; Alja spent them making small talk with some of the denizens and smaller-name Wayfarers in the guild hall, downing ale all the while. She'd just finished a showcase of Tundra Glass to a couple new players--they were moderately impressed with her fairly high-level and very specialized conjuration tricks--when she heard Luci come up behind her, commenting on the altercation between the two hotheaded players from earlier. She laughed, slapping the other woman on the shoulder (it was a greeting that she used often) and chugging down another drink of the digitized alcohol. "Too long for sure, Luci! Goddamn, it's nice to see you!" She pulled the other woman into a crushing, bearlike hug, taking her time--a good five seconds--before releasing her "When was the last time, anyway? Was it that time I tried to duel Aag and he wiped the floor with me, or was it one of the dungeons? Never had the best memory." She pondered a moment, then her face broke out in a massive grin. "Well, who gives a shit anyway? It'll be good to work together again!" Only after her rambling was over did she address the first comment that Luci had made. Her smile became a rueful grin, and she rubbed the back of her head. "Ah, I don't know exactly what I was thinkin'. Kinda thing I said is exactly what stokes Rael and Graves, gets 'em riled up. Only way it coulda been worse is if I put loot on the table and started taking bets." She shrugged her massive shoulders, leaning back against the table. "Still, kept 'em from each others' throats long enough for you to roll on up so...success!" She was about to say something else, leaning in, when she paused: someone was talking over near Graves. Someone that she hadn't seen in just as long as Luci, and someone that she missed even more. Her eyes lit up, and her grin--rueful as had been--bloomed into something almost manic. She bounced on her heels, and then, with a quick "hang on!, she was bolting her not-inconsiderable mass over towards the green-haired girl and launching a huge flying tackle-hug at the exception: her favorite partner in crime. "YO LEAFY! LET'S PAINT THE FUCKIN' TOWN!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Priscilica definitely kept vague about who Aaginim wanted to bring in as an off-tank, and Benkei wasn't sharp enough to catch the hints she was dropping. Then again, he was only 17, and woefully still in that teenage mindset that he knew everything. He nodded to the mage and eyed up the others in the room. "It looks like there's enough people to field two raid parties. I guess we'll go over the plans soon enough. Talking to the girl had been a good distraction; his heartbeat was no longer pounding in the back of his head, and he was feeling the tinge of excitement to take on new content. "I guess this raid will be a good showcase for prospective guild members," he mused, grinning. The idea of being offered a seat at the table of Mystic Prophecy wasn't something he considered lightly. Then he turned to look at Kazuki. What if they offered him a place in the guild? Would he have to leave Kazuki behind? Those thoughts twisted Benkei's smirk into a slight frown. He had to push those thoughts down, below the surface. He needed to focus on the raid at hand, not stupid fantasies of being the best.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Dungeon, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It happened Kalie couldn't help but laugh and roll her eyes at Graves, with what he was doing at looking at a mural of the dungeon. She could see it much easier than him without squinting since she has a great vision in dark places, one of the quirks of being an assassin. ' A Ray of Sunshine, that Graves is. Ha, ha, not.' Kalie thought to herself with a smirk on her face. She felt the mural was telling them about future traps, etc., but it was a bit harder to understand since she usually used the dungeon guide mostly. It was a great help in raiding other dungeons to the finish, and it's the only way she completed those dungeons with her guild. What came out after his mouth afterward made her roll her eyes again. ' All Brawn and no brains, it seems he is.' Kalie thought with her trying to think. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, and it would be better not to be heavily annoyed by Graves or Rael. Kalie took a second to have a slight realization, and all her dungeoneering happened because of guides. She opened her eyes wide and shivered down her spine with what that means, Rael is the best at this type of thing. ' Uh oh, that's terrifying… I can't believe I have to rely on Rael of all people. If what I heard earlier is true, then that means she's been playing this game longer than I have since the company who created this game is Japanese.' Kalie thought with her entire body shivering slightly. She didn't want to give Rael an ego boost at all, honestly. It didn't take too long for another to speak his concerns about what's going on, which was Alex. Kalie had a nice looking smile on her face because it does make sense it would be a tech demo. She felt like it was the most logical explanation for now, even though the suspicion was still there. It took a bit for her to wait until after Alja to speak to Alex about the same subject she was going to speak about. It would be better not to step on any toes with her talking over them now, even if she wanted to slightly. " I'll go with your explanation, for now, Alex… but I am still uneasy about all this. Also, what? I am just trying to be considerate, I waited after Alja spoke to Alex..." Kalie spoke kindly to Alex. She blushed a bit because she's not used to being considerate to other people's feelings or not wanting to be talked over by her. After the considerate act, Kalie heard their fearless leader talk to her about her position ahead of Alja on the left flank. " Alright, Fearless Leader Benkei. I will do that thankfully, and I can see further distances than most people in this group." Kalie spoke a bit informal to Benkei. She was one of the few people who listen to the team leader, which is ironic how she plays this game, by the way. However, she did notice the potion that Rael drank after refusing Benkei's gift. It was potion of moonlight, but how she reacted to drinking made Kalie have a slight shiver down her spine. ' Oh great, these potions now have tastes? Uhhh, that's not good.' Kalie thought with her hand on her forehead. She couldn't help but facepalm at this new development; what else effects do potions have now. It would be interesting to taste, but it wouldn't be wise to use her potions now. Kalie felt a shiver down her spine when Kazuki admitted this was his first time healing a new dungeon by himself. It caused her to stare at him a bit heavily, but a pyromaniac healer would be worse in this case. " Wait... what are you fucking kidding me? I do hope you can deal with the new mechanics without screwing up." Kalie said, a bit angry and slightly relieved. The latter was mostly the fact she didn't have to deal with Diana. It is like she had to deal with a stupid dumb ass that was on purpose using offensive spells over her healing spells once upon a time. She was so frustrated; hopefully, Kazuki is much better than that dumb ass, which pissed her off, really. " I'm sorry for yelling at you, Kazuki. Fireballs, all those freaking fireballs... with that dumb bitch of a healer in Gloro Inquisitors." Kalie said with a slight bit of regret and annoyance in her tone. It showed Kalie had much baggage from the Gloro Inquisitors, but she tries to hide it, then she lets on.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- As the group began dividing itself to discuss duties, things finally started to feel like normal. This was one of Seele's favorite parts, getting to know her team's strengths and weaknesses, figuring out where she could best fit in to help the others. Whether the challenges ahead were conventional or not, some level-headed planning and practicality would see them through. Graves hollered some fun, good-natured banter their way, and she gave him a placating wave in return. But when Benkei came asking after…what was tonic water? She felt a little hiccup catch in her throat. Oh, oh no. He thought she could cook. She'd brought sandwiches to the Wayfarer's Retreat and now her group leader thought she could cook. Shoot. "Ahm…aheh…well—" she started, but then Benkei's attention turned to Rael, and the two discussed some sort of artifact. Rael turned him down, downed some sort of potion, and then did some spectacular work with her spear. Electric light emanated from the runes, and while it wasn't perhaps enough on its own, it was better than the tonic water Seele didn't have. Kazuki spoke up again, a welcome change of thought. She was surprised to hear that this would be his first rodeo in a dungeon like this, but that was fine. Keeping Kazuki and Alex together would benefit them both, and splitting her focus between Graves and their backline wouldn't be too difficult. "Perfect! You two can watch each other's backs, and I'll do what I can to mitigate some of the damage you'll have to heal. Alex, give me a great, big holler before you throw out your strongest attacks, alright? Oh, and Kazuki—" Seele paused as the lanky healer produced a torch from his bags, and she audibly sighed with relief, hands clasped as if in a grateful prayer. "Oof, you lifesaver. Anyway, if you know someone's about to need major healing, just point'em out and I'll try and throw some big defense-buffs their way. Hopefully that'll make it a bit easier on you. And one more thing, both of you. If you feel a chain pulling you—" She flicked her fingers, the ring-claws clinking faintly together. A thick, ghostly chain manifested from beneath her sleeve, wafting dim-violet light, then vanished in an instant. "Don't fight it. I know it's not fun getting yanked around, so I promise it'll only be for emergencies!" …they're not…coming… Seele started a bit when Kalie spoke up. The girl was something of a shadow it seemed, but she supposed that was a given considering her role. Perhaps she had an affinity for the dark as well, or perhaps Seele wasn't nearly as observant as she thought she was. Likely a combination of the two. "Now now," she said, a bit stern, but not unkindly. "Let's focus on the enemies ahead. Experienced or not, with all of us working together, I'm sure there won't be any reason to panic."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "No. You keep it." That was a shock to Benkei, and he nodded, sliding the ring onto his finger. As she used her magic and a potion to enhance her ability to see, he smirked. "Of course you'd think ahead like that. It's why you're one of the best." No sarcasm, just an admittance that she was just that good. "I'll help cover our rear in case we do get ambushed. That goblin tunnel from the entrance makes me wary of anything here." When Kazuki lit his own torch, Benkei moved back to the center of the group. "Kazuki, if you can cast and hold the torch, that would be helpful. I know Alex will be busy with his bow." He trusted his brother, even if he wasn't the kind of player to solo-heal new content. He'd been a rough taskmaster, but Kazuki always surprised him at how well he adapted. Even though Kazuki was more focused on the non-combat portions of Pariah, he'd actually done well in game. Benkei was proud of his brother. He turned back to the group. "Does anyone have any questions about our marching formation? Once we go in, there's no turning back unless we have a full wipe. Keep your eyes open, and be prepared for anything in there. This looks like a tricky dungeon."</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- When he was younger, Kazuki's parents used to push him towards getting a medical degree. It was typical for their culture and even their family; doctors earned well and he was bright enough that studying wasn't really a problem. For a while, he had definitely considered it--his piano career wasn't guaranteed and it was as decent a backup as any. As time passed, however, he couldn't help but shy away from it. On paper the job seemed noble but in practice it scared him. Seeing people getting hurt and suffering from illnesses wasn't for the faint of heart, and while he applauded those that took on the challenge, Kazuki wasn't sure he could handle doing that on a daily basis. The sight of blood in particular was something that bothered him deeply, and even if he didn't have any particular reason for it, seeing it always disturbed him deeply. Graves' voice managed to snap Kazuki out of his thoughts, surprising him. He actually seemed sincere, too, and somehow the acknowledgement brought Kazuki back to reality. Right, this wasn't the time to panic or to lose his head, it was too early to just roll over and stop. If this was a sign of things to come then he couldn't afford to clam up. This room was just the beginning of the dungeon, after this there were still battles ahead. There wasn't anyone else to rely on--he had to make sure they all got through in one piece. Everyone else was doing their best to get out, it was about time he started pulling his weight as well. After carefully lifting the torch from the cassinet and stuffing it back in his bag, Kazuki cautiously got up. He may as well put his brain to work if if it was needed. What were they working with? Levers, a door, a lowering ceiling, traps on the floor, and a riddle that would solve it all. It talked about stats in a certain order and finding a specific one, so putting them in order was probably the best bet. Kneeling down once again, Kazuki took advantage of the blood on his hand and scribbled a few abbreviations, staring intently at them. Strength was first for sure, Charisma and Dexterity had two between them, so one of those was definitely at the opposite end. Charisma? It was the 'foe', so it was a safe bet. Constitution and Dexterity together, and Intelligence next to Charisma...wait, he was missing one? Tapping the empty spot, Kazuki looked over at Alex asking which level to pull. "The second from the left!" He called out to the brunet. He held his breath, watching anxiously as Alex pulled the lever, though he jumped as he heard what sounded like gears grinding. In a few seconds, however, the door opened, and he let out a massive sigh of relief. Cautiously approaching the tile, he slowly stepped on it and put his full weight down. Good, the floor spikes were disabled, too. Throwing his head back in relief, he stiffened as he realized that despite solving the puzzle, the ceiling was still getting closer! "The floor's safe, but the spikes are still coming down," He yelled, making sure everyone heard him. Looking back at Seele, his voice was caught in his throat as he noticed something was off with her hands. Was everything suddenly changing now?! "Drop it! Your--We have to run!" He'd have to look at her hands once they were safe, but right now they needed to get out. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Dungeon, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie had been slightly quieter than usual, and it's mostly because all the stuff that was happening was too fast. Or, in this case, too dangerous one wrong move meant death, which definitely didn't help the situation, not at all. It's like this game has gotten way too dangerous even quicker than usual as if it wasn't a game. ' What the hell is going on? Blood and pain that makes me uncomfortable.' Kalie thought to herself, quietly. It was one thing, but the most grateful thing was that the floor traps were disabled, but the ceiling was still coming down. She would rather live than be speared by those spikes coming down on the ceiling. As such, she decided to run through to the door as quickly as her agility could take her. " Holy Fucking Christ… What the fuck is going on?" Kalie questioned, a bit terrified. All these things felt too much for her as if the world turned upside down for a second, with a glitch. She was also trying to also catch her breath from running from one side of the trap to the door. Kalie couldn't help but freak out a little bit because all the stuff that happened in that room was terrible. What next in this dungeon? This wasn't a normal dungeon, that's for sure. ' I need to calm down, but this is utterly freaky… I never had panic attacks or freak-outs in Pariah Online before...' Kalie thought to herself, with a definitely scared look on her face. She tried to breathe in and out to calm down after getting past the door. She had never once felt like she was actually in danger before, which is why she was suspicious. Thankfully, she let the others figure out the puzzle because she was too shocked by what happened to Graves. It did make her worry about Graves a little bit, but thankfully the healer did his due diligence in healing him. It would take a bit of time for her to recover from that horrifying experience fully, but there's probably more like that. Kalie shook her head slightly and sighed. " Umm, I'm terribly sorry for my outburst. But This is helluva scary right now… Did we enter some horrific horror game or something?" Kalie said. She was definitely not in character because this was an utterly terrifying experience. It didn't take much to see, but she was shaking a bit terrified, which was a definite different look on her. As if something definitely rattled her cage much more than normal.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- She was so proud of them. She was also, frankly, terrified, but even in the midst of impending, unprecedented danger, Seele couldn't help but beam as the group managed to figure out the room's tricks. She wanted to shout out some kind of encouragement, or congratulations, but when she opened her mouth all she managed was a choked gasp. Right, the shield. The effects of her Broken Chains spell had worn off long ago, and now the barrier above her existed only by the loophole of the fact that she was still channeling it. The spikes had gradually bored through the cumulative power of the shields she'd applied, and she'd had to start funneling her own health into it. It felt…awful. Seele was used to the fatigue brought on by this sort of exertion, but she wasn't just feeling exhausted, she was downright hurting. And it wasn't hard to see why. Her uplifted hands were shaking against the continued pressure, and her skin had begun peeling off. Black veins snaked down her fingers, her palms, and were even starting to creep down her wrists, leaving the flesh around them pale and burned. She was burning from arcane aftershock. And…she felt a slight wetness on her lips, and on her ears. A quick flick of the tongue confirmed her suspicion: blood. …it…hurts… "Drop it! Your--We have to run!" Kazuki shouted to her. "Door…go…right…behind ya!" She'd wanted to say more, but it had taken a fair amount of composure just to squeeze those words out. She could make that run, totally, sure, absolutely. Probably. But speed didn't look like the forte for some of them, especially with recovering wounded, and she was going to give her team as much time as she could to get to safety before she let that ceiling drop one more inch.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Bekei stood in the doorway, motioning for everyone to pass through. "Come on! Go, go, go!" His eyes were locked on Seele, however, who was exhausting herself to maintain her magic. "Seele, you need to let go! We're not out of this dungeon yet, and we still need you!" He gripped his greatsword and slammed it into the stone floor, channeling his magic into it. Gaia's Protection. He'd spent over and hour when he'd first started playing Pariah simply studying which schools of magic and what elements to take. He knew he wanted to play a tank; the leadership role and responsibility meant that people would rely on him in game; that was something he desired above all else. It seemed that the majority of players, especially tanks, trended towards enhancement; boosting their skills and their power on themselves. But a tank had to lead everyone and that meant protecting everyone; front line and back. That's when he realized how powerful conjuration magic could be; he could shift the ground itself into a protective form without relying too much on his own stamina to hold the conjuration. Rock and dirt was solid, and when bound together, would hold together long enough to protect against attacks. He didn't need to rely on too much concentration or stamina to hold the form together once the spell was completed. Stone and earth began to shift in the room, and a pillar of stone began to shift and turn towards the middle of the room; building itself up atop the stone floor. The height was only so high, roughly six-feet. But it could hold the ceiling for a little bit longer; enough to help Seele and the others get out.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "If I pushed you, I don't think I'd hear the splat." That great, terrible canyon stretched down for what felt like eternity-- so far down that the rock Rael had kicked never seemed to hit the bottom. It made bile rise up in the back of his throat. Heights were something he got a lot of back home in Nowhereseville, Indiana. The tallest point of the town was a hill right up from the church; some genius a long time ago had decided it was the best place for the graveyard. Andrew still remembered how badly his legs had ached after they'd buried his father. "Think we found somewhere to fit all that ego." He grunted. Try as he might, he couldn't hide how nervous he was. He hadn't been able to compose himself since the Glitch. Every little sound, every sudden movement, made his blood pressure spike. His hand kept finding its way to the hilt of his blade, like a child reaching out for his comfort blanket. What was he goin' to do if he fell, exactly? Stab the fall to death? It'd worked on those trolls back there, at least. Blood still lingered along the edge from where he'd lopped one'a those massive arms off. Fatigue still lingered in his muscles, too, as it never had before. All of the visceral aspects of Pariah's combat that Graves had loved had been cranked up to eleven now, n'...it scared him how much he was enjoying it. Sure, he was terrified of every blow he had to tank. It hurt to all hell, too. But the fucking rush he'd gotten killing those things was better than any high he'd ever experienced. 'Least there's nothing to feel guilty for,' he mused to himself, watching the rest of the party deliberate about how they'd get across this gap. Graves turned from the edge at Rael's request-- giving her a sly wink as he did-- and jogged to the back of the party to keep an eye out. 'S' not like they're actually alive.'</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex had been out of it, to say the least. The people around him underwent serious emotions, some of them switching from one extreme to another from what he could guess, but none of it truly registered in his mind. It was as if he was trapped inside his own head as an observer, gazing at the rest of the world from a foggy window. As he returned to his senses it felt like waking up for the first time, the mixture of euphoria and discomfort, the good kind that kept him alert. He was alive and in the body of his dreams and equipped with powers. Consequences could be ignored... ...But there were his parents to think about. They loved him and he wanted to make them proud. But they didn't know about his identity, nor did he think they would approve of it. And so much of their lives had been invested in raising him and providing him with the best life they could. But I want to be happy too. But his future as a professional needed to be considered. The world of freelancing was a tough one where industry standards changed every couple of months and work would disappear right in front of you unless you were constantly fighting for it. There were long-term projects that were depending on him, e-mails and phone calls that needed to be made. But I want to be happy too. But his friends were back at home, probably missing him. They had made plans with him, wanted to see updates on some things he was making for them. Sure, none of them understood him beyond a surface level, but it was fine as long as they kept seeing each other. But that's not my happiness. That's theirs. I just want to be happy too. It was a cruel joke. The boy who kept himself under so much pain to let the world revolve with no complications, now having the opportunity of a lifetime dangled in front of him with no certainty to it whatsoever. His breaths remained sharp despite the exhaustion having waned considerably, and his sense of freedom was beginning to fade as well. None of his doubts or yearning or wishes mattered if they were all dead. "A chasm, huh." The words were aimed at himself more than anyone else. He could avoid that strange loop of guilt by keeping his thoughts confined to the outside. With fatigue now being a permanent addition to their trek, the idea of using wind abilities to get across was discarded immediately. In its place was... nothing at all, really. Being faced with an impenetrable wall of darkness gave one very little in the way of artistic inspiration, he realized. With a vague shrug that only hinted at his turbid interior, he dug out the potion of moonlight he was given and began to chug it like an energy drink. "Bleh, this thing tastes so bad, what the hec- holy fuck I have night vision." He messily wiped his mouth as his warm eyes shifted to a shade of silver. The opposite side of the chasm was now visible, although the results were disappointing. "Looks like it's nothing but rocks. There's four weird ones, though." It reminded him of cartoons where you could tell something wasn't part of the background because it was drawn slightly different. He wanted to say that, but even someone like him knew it wouldn't make for very good commentary. "Wait, I got it." He drew his bow in a single movement and began firing at every one of the four stones. They were large and stationary targets, so all it took was extra time to secure the success every shot. After a brief pause the groan of shifting weight could be heard reverberating throughout the dungeon. The bridge was starting to lower. He knew it was in poor form to keep treating this as a game but... four out of four? "Awesome," he said. He held up his free hand, expecting a round of high fives.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Deeper into the dungeon. Deeper into the trials. From puzzles and treasure (which Benkei's surprise at his brother's treasure hunting skills left him flabbergasted). When did Kazuki get so….good at this? The troll was shocking from its surprise attack, but luckily Kalie was safe from the surprise attack of the troll. The stress of the dungeon was growing with each new room, and Benkei was feeling it. Just a little further. Just a little further and we'll be out of here. Then came the chasm. Another problem that came completely out of his wheelhouse, but Alex took point and surprisingly raised the bridge. Benkei breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over to the archer, patting him on the shoulder. "Good job," he whispered to him. When was the last time he'd given a real compliment? Hell, how many times had he ever been complimented? Kazuma. These grades are inexcusable. Kazuma. Why aren't you watching Kazuki? You need to be more like your brother. Why did I get stuck with the disappointing son? Benkei had to focus up. They were not out of the woods yet, and another beast like the troll could be waiting ahead. He hefted his sword up and looked to the others. "Hopefully we'll be nearing the end, which could mean more fights. And a boss." He did his best to give the group a smile, though his stomach was twirling into knots. They'd barely made it this far; would they be able to finish off an unknown boss with zero casualties? Just a little further. They'd link back up with Aag's party, they'd escape the dungeon, find somewhere safe, and be logged off when a fix was found. And what if there was no fix? What if this was permanent? After all, this already felt real. What if this was reality from here on out? Was it so bad?</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- So far, so good. At least there wouldn't be any complaints on his part, even if he was sure the moment they were out of here he'd probably end up either collapsing on the ground or throwing up everything he had eaten in the past twenty four hours. Still, as much as the pressure was on, there was also satisfaction for every success. As risky as things were, the group was holding their own for the most part. Even so, all of that was accompanied by a dread at what was waiting at the end--even he knew that it was the end of the dungeon that was the hardest to get by. They were going in blind, so the best they could expect was just playing careful and watch each other's backs. Alex took on the challenge to get the bridge to drop easily, though Kazuki noticed that he had taken his potion of moonlight. Potions gaining taste was probably the worst thing to happen; judging by everyone else's reactions, they had bad taste. It felt like adding insult to injury at this point--they could die, bleed, feel pain, but did they really have to make the potions taste like crap, too? His mouth still had the awful aftertaste, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to go forgetting it anytime soon. He hoped the sadist that added all this was enjoying the show at least. Benkei's mention of the boss brought him out of his thoughts. Looks like they were on the same wavelength, at least, though before he could comment on it, the girl from before spoke to him again. He wondered what it was like to have the ability to be whatever you want and choosing to be a bitch. Kazuki couldn't help but stare at Kalie, trying to decide if he should even bother with a response. She seemed like the type that wouldn't just let it go, however, so he figured he may as well get it out of the way. "I don't trust anything you have to say, so don't bother. Focus on the dungeon," He replied, instead watching Graves as he walked past them. The sudden screech from above scared the crap out of him--yeah, this place was definitely trying to give him a heart attack--though he wasn't sure what was worse, the giant bat they woke up or the number of gnolls behind them. Either way they needed to be taken care of. "Seele, we'll support both sides," He told his fellow caster, holding his hand out towards Graves. "Mih morf yawa!" He called, an abrupt barrier of wind surrounding the tank. With a snap of his fingers, the wind scattered, blowing away any gnolls that had decided to jump on the guy. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The Moonlight Potion had tasted bad enough that she nearly preferred the darkness. Nearly. While Alex drew his bow and took aim at the "weird stones" across the room, Seele meandered to the chasm's edge, giving Graves a warm smile as he passed, and joined their tank at the cusp into the dark. Before the glitch, a pit like this might very well have gone on forever, and players unfortunate enough to take the plunge would just be code falling into code until the system decided to spit them back out at the entrance. Now though, she wasn't so sure. Was there suddenly a bottom? Had the glitch tacked on one more pointed, ugly facet of reality to this place? Or was it still as she'd imagined it was; bottomless, not from code but from…well, magic, she supposed. That was the only explanation in her mind. The saying was: "It's not the fall that kills you, it's the landing," but they appeared to have found the exception. It made her teeth itch, made her brow damp, but it wasn't fear. She was no stranger to heights, in fact there had always been something serene about them to her. …you… …promised… She would have taken the moment to chat Rael up—they hadn't said too much to each other so far that wasn't strictly-business. The girl at least looked like she was holding up spectacularly well, but it never hurt to reach out and make sure. It'd have to wait. Expecting there to be only the puzzle was perhaps a bit naïve, it hadn't even been deadly. When the direbat's shriek filled the room, Seele backed away with the group, only to find gnolls waiting for them. She'd mispositioned herself wandering off from the backline, but while she was here she might as well make herself useful. "Alja! Rael!" With a turn of her wrist and a flex of her fingers, Seele cursed their weapons. Ghostly vapor drifted from the haft of Rael's spear, warm to the skin like mist from a bath, and the sharp point of its tip glinted with an uncanny glow. Her Moonlit eyes would find sudden difficulty in defining its edges, as though they were sucking what little light there was away. Alja's great flail was touched differently, being a thing of magic. Umbral light budded within its icy frame like the embers of a newborn fire, growing steadily into a violet roar that emitted no heat. The same ethereal mist wafted from its bulk, thicker than Rael's spear, almost like smoke. That would do for now. She'd gleaned that the direbat was wounded—strange, but undeniable—so she hoped they'd be able to handle it well enough. Part of her wanted to throw Alja an extra shield, but with how close those gnolls were getting, she had to trust the icy warrior would be able to handle herself. To her relief, Kazuki stepped in and with a curt incantation, brought a fury of wind to bear against the incoming creatures. It granted Graves a moment of reprieve, and herself an opportunity to compound Kazuki's efforts. Seele took a strong stance and whipped up her hands, aiming finger-guns at the recovering gnolls. Dark-bright light flared in her eyes, and she invoked the Fivefold Path. Denial. Thin, quarter-sized rings of arcane light flashed into being at the tips of her index fingers. She flexed her thumbs, the rings flashed violet, and one by one the gnolls caught in her manicured crosshairs would find themselves fighting a devilish affliction to their speed. The amulet's effects were beginning to show themselves. The spells she'd casted were minor, but she'd thrown a fair number of them out, and the frayed end of her inner power was closer than she was used to, or comfortable with. She'd have to be a bit more conservative with her efforts going forward, or risk running herself empty.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It was all coming apart. Their way forward was blocked by an enormous, wounded dire bat. Their way back was blocked by ravenous gnolls. And Benkei was remembering. It was always in these situations, wasn't it; when the tension was highest that the most calm broke down? When the pressure got too high? You're a tank and you don't have any enhancement magic? That's stupid! Public games were always like that, weren't they. Players ready to make the first comment, to insult. I don't need enhancement magic with what I can do. I'm the best tank around because I don't rely on buffing myself, but protecting my party. He'd always been proud of how he'd found a way to use a different school of magic to help build his defensive skillset. Earth sucked, people said. There weren't many good ranged abilities, and you required your terrain to fit your needs. Dumbass. Without enhancement, your DPS as a tank will suffer. You're slow enough using the Greatsword path. If we tried to PVP right now, I bet you wouldn't last ten seconds. Ten seconds later, and it was over. Benkei's skills weren't all focused on defense after all. Benkei looked out at the charging group of gnolls and his comrades engaging them. With Rael engaging the bat, he knew that meant he had to mop up the trash. Off tanks were usually in charge of picking up the adds, after all. He dashed to Graves' flank, but before he entered the fray he quickly slammed his blade into the ground. "Earthern sprites, heed my call!" The ground began to shift around them, just like earlier when he'd conjured up a pillar of earth. This was different, however. "Skewer my quarry!" Spikes of earth erupted from the ground in the middle line of the charging gnolls, much like the deadly spikes from the trap room they'd begun this hellish dungeon in. They erupted out of the ground at an angle, piercing the breasts of any of the gnolls too foolish to keep charging into the fray. Benkei hefted the blade from the ground, and continued his charge now, with the aim of providing backup to Graves in the front line while Alex fired away at close range. Benkei hoped that his spell pissed off enough to draw their attention to him now.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Blood flew, screams from man and beast echoed in the cavern, the ringing of metal and the sounds of rending flesh were savage to the senses. More than once Seele nearly slipped on the slick, red carpet spreading across the stony floor. The gnolls had almost reached her many times, but each attack was thwarted before it could land, be it by Benkei's earthen assault, Alex's keen eyes and keener reflexes, or Graves'… That boy worried her. She fired off a few shields to those closest to the gnolls, but her reserves were thinning out. With a flick of her wrist, Graves' wicked blade grew wickeder, its curved edge wavering like a ghostly, serrated tide. If more damage meant more life, then hack away, she supposed. A snap brought one more shield to Benkei before the direbat let out an absolutely horrifying shriek, and her attention whirled around. She half expected to see it there, rearing on them, but instead it was up above, and it looked very, very hurt. As it slammed into the far wall, Seele saw her. Rael. The wild girl had practically pinned herself to the thing with her spear, but not tightly enough. Lightning sparked from her, it was clear she was trying to bring the thing to heel, but its pain and panic had rendered it utterly uncontrollable. The direbat thrashed and plummeted towards them, and like a magic trick, Rael was gone. A cold fist gripped Seele's heart, stole a beat. No, not gone. That smudge in the dark, trailing traces of bright static, that was her. She was falling like a ragdoll towards the chasm. She was— I can hear— "Stop!" What a silly thing to say. Seele dashed like a madman for the chasm's lip, nearly tumbling over. She shoved herself off the stone, pushed off the balls of her feet. If she'd still had her hat, it would have flown from her head, impractical thing. The direbat careened past overhead, tattered wings and broken claws scraping by her; she didn't even hear the impact. She made it within feet of the edge and skidded to a halt on her heels, hand thrusting out. PLEASE The chain coalesced from her sleeve, flew with the speed of an arrow and sunk into Rael's body, as if it meant to anchor in her very soul. Seele felt the will there—thank god—and ripped her arm back so fast and so hard she might have thrown her shoulder out of socket. The chain retracted, Rael's vertical journey took a sudden, horizontal detour. Directly into Seele. Normally the spell would have deposited her target safely and gently before her, but, as she was now discovering, that was going to require a little more explicit focus than she'd applied. Thankfully, Rael wasn't particularly big or heavy, but that didn't stop her from taking Seele off her feet, and the two of them tumbled back onto the ground. To her credit, Seele did technically catch her. Things were sore. She'd cushioned their fall with her, well, herself, and as she found the air to groan, she realized she was clutching Rael with a grip like a corpse. "Sohry…" she wheezed. Nope, not ready for words yet. She let go of the other girl and let her head fall back against the stone. The direbat was still there, somewhere. To heck with it. If she had to choose right now between moving and dying, then at least she wasn't going to have to worry about resetting her shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Steel clanged against rusted iron as the last of the gnolls met Graves in combat, unafraid of the death that awaited it. They were each exhausted, unable to howl at the other-- all they could do was stare hateful daggers and push. It was a tug-of-war match and whoever won got to plant their weapon into the other's throat. Graves was moments from overcoming the dogman just as an arrow soared right by his ear, burying itself into the creature's eye. It died with a whimper in its throat. "I had that one-" He started to snarl, turning to face Alex just as the incident on the bridge reached its crescendo. Seele was screaming, Rael was following into the abyss's dark embrace and a heap of broken Dire Bat was moments from turning Graves and Alex into a pair of DPS-shaped skid marks. It was a lot to take in. A swirl of emotion, of fear and panic and rage, replaced the ecstasy of combat. A quick look around and Graves took a dive toward the nearest bit of cover: those spikes Benkei had stuck him with earlier. What had been his bane would soon save his life. The bat tumbled, wing over heel, bouncing off the ground like a stone across water. It reached its apex when it impaled itself upon that spiky field. The beast's massive body lurched with pain. Blood spurted from its innumerable wounds. And yet, despite that, it raged on. All screams and howls of violent defiance. Its unwillingness to die would've been something to admire under other circumstances. For now, Graves was busy pulling himself out from under its heaping mass, crawling along his belly until he was safely able to rise. It snapped its teeth toward him. If he'd been even an inch closer it may've gotten hold of him. The killing stroke was quick, precise, but far from clean. Gore sprayed like a fountain all over Graves and anyone else in the splash zone, catching him in its innards. The thing went into its death throes, tossing and turning until it snapped the spikes inside of it and began to wiggle loose. He stumbled backward onto his ass to avoid catching one of those claws in his chest. The Bat went still a few moments later. And Graves was back on his feet, sword left in the dirt as he ran toward where Seele was laying near the chasm's edge. He saw Rael laying over her chest. He didn't see her moving. "Nonono you tiny moron, don't tell me you played hero and..." His voice trailed off, something else playing in the back of his mind. 'Don't fuck it up.' The panic died in his throat once he was close enough to see Rael was still breathing. Just as he came to stand above her and Seele, Rael stirred awake from the daze. "Did we—Did we get it?" His shoulders sank a foot as he sighed out his response: "No thanks to you."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Dungeon -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Oh no. In a single battle, most of the frontline had been wounded. And Benkei couldn't judge how bad the wounds were. They'd almost completely lost Rael when she fell to the void; but Seele proved incredibly useful. The girl he was worried about holding them back? She'd saved their lives numerous times. And she didn't have any DPS at all. Benkei's entire worldview was at question now. In a normal game environment, a player like Seele would be completely useless. But here? She was invaluable. It was the same with anyone who could support and protect. Even though his spikes had screwed up with stabbing Graves in the leg; they'd been helpful in finishing off the direbat. The era of game meta was over, at least for now. As long as they were in this weird state of the world, the things they'd previously learned and knew were completely out of the window. What else had changed during this "hack" as the moderator called it? They felt hunger, they felt pain, all of their senses were enhanced; no that was incorrect. Their senses were unlocked; it was as if they were really there. And who was to say they weren't? In this game of dreams, what marked the difference? If he lost an arm here, would he suddenly lose the function of his arm when he woke up? Would they ever wake up at this point, or were they all just braindead vegetables laying in their beds, couches or futons as they experienced one last gasp of consciousness before the oblivion of death? They still need your help. Snap out of it Kazuma. "Kazuki! Alex! Seele! Kalie! We need to treat our wounded!" Graves obviously had multiple lacerations and a puncture wound. They'd need Kazuki's magic and some healing draughts to close his wounds. But what if they fell into an even bigger fight, and received more wounds? Would they need to conserve their medicine for more serious wounds? He looked to Rael, who was wounded by the debris from Alja's attack. That meant that friendly fire was on; or maybe the idea that spells could avoid others, that game-idea, was gone and replaced with reality. If someone launched a fireball, they'd incinerate everyone, friend or foe now. Just like with his spikes and Alja's ice. Rael also probably had multiple bruises from her tumble. He hoped she hadn't cracked anything internally. Alja also had received multiple cuts as well. If they had first aid kits, with things like gauze and bandages, even someone like him could at least treat some of these injuries. They wouldn't need Kazuki to exert himself and to constantly use their dwindling supplies of healing potions. But right now, they had to make do with what they had. "Let's get everyone treated, and then re-think our formation. We can't keep over-exerting ourselves." His heart pounded in fear. How much farther until the end now? And what would they face there? Would they all make it out alive?</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It feels a bit nice to hear the man say it's on the house; Kalie smiles slightly happily with that news. She nods about what he says, and it's always good to build brand loyalty for whatever type of place you are working at or doing. " Thank you, Dariel Yaleioric." Kalie said smiled in return. As Kalie watches Dariel slink into the kitchen, she responds to him. " I won't, Dariel." Kalie said. She tries to think about what she will do in the future, but it wasn't like she got anything to do. At her wit's end, in all honesty, many things went wrong in that dungeon, and she broke down in front of everyone. It's a bit depressing that a little push here or there would cause her to break down like that. She roleplays for the sake of feeling better about herself and trying to hide her true feelings about others. Kalie has always been a bit standoffish towards others because she doesn't know how to react to failure or consequences. It was easy for her to be so because of all the hurt she has in her heart. Kalie breathes in and out, trying to stop herself from breaking down again, but it's hard for her. It doesn't take long for her tears to go down her face, and she tries to wipe them away. ' I should seriously think about my actions and all I have done… I want to feel happy and not with all this sadness in my heart as I do. I don't want to die, though.' Kalie thought to herself. She has her hands near her face to stop the tears from going any further down on her face. Kalie was slightly breaking down again because of all the trouble she causes for her selfish reasons. It made her think about becoming a teacher a bit more since it is her favorite school subject. Kalie hadn't thought much about the school she would be teaching since she still needed to get the proper credentials to teach. She would probably teach at her Elementary or Middle School, rather than High School. It made her smile slightly since the younger generations need to learn how to write English correctly. ' Come on, Dawn, you can get through this… it's not as if you are going anywhere any time soon.' Kalie thought to herself. Her little pep talk with herself stops her waterworks for now. In essence, she needs to prepare for anything, and it is what her father usually says. She sighs slightly with all that happens to her and everyone else. It hurts to say it, but she fails to make friends throughout her time in this game. All she saw was the competition and nothing else; if she tries a bit harder, she couldn't feel so empty in her heart with so much guilt. Kalie tries to correctly think of a solution to her most significant problems, which is never understanding others' feelings. How can she be able to understand others' feelings when she hasn't figured hers out. The missing opportunities to find love or find answers to the reasonable questions for her heart has. It's still hard on her, but her parents were the most rational people in her life, and they love her no matter what. ' My feelings are all over the place. I should have opened my heart to others. Only my mother Heather and father Julian knew my feelings well. It's probably why they intervened for me to relax once in a while before breaking down and feeling unfulfilled. But I did break down in that dungeon as if my life was over...' Kalie thought to herself with slight regret to never opening her heart to others. It hurts, and all she wants to do was deal with her path to becoming what she wants the most.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- The snow was still falling. Kelly was standing underneath it, letting it come down upon her. She smiled. It had been a long time since she'd been up in the Grampians; not since she was just a little kid. It was beautiful. She stuck her tongue out and caught a snowflake on it, giving a little giggle. But didn't that snowflake taste weird? Oh, that's right. It was red. She wondered what caused the red coloration; she didn't know enough environmental science to ponder what kind of weird meteorological phenomenon might have caused that. Her mouth quirked, and her brow furrowed slightly. It felt like she was forgetting something. The taste of the snowflake stayed on her tongue. She was no longer smiling. The snow fell faster. Harder. It poured down upon her in almost a rain, staining her cardigan red. The tang on her tongue was even stronger now. It tasted like iron. --- Alja jolted upright, eyes wide, and barely held back a scream. Everything tasted like blood. A moment later, she slouched down, letting her head rest on an elbow. At least her head hurt less than it had, and the world was no longer wheeling around her. Thanks to Seele, probably. She looked languidly to the side. She was still there. And, a bit further on, so were the rest of their dungeoneering party. Good. At least they were staying together. She mumbled a quick "thank you, Seele," then gathered her strength and pushed herself up from the chair, stumbling a little bit as she rose to her full height. She stretched her arms, her face fixed in a frown. No more drinking. Not that much, at least. She couldn't be this nonfunctional in a game where things mattered. I need to get some different clothing on. The lining of her armor was soaked with sweat, and that really didn't help the uncomfortable Thorinn heat. She considered for a moment. What else do I have to wear? With a quick aside to Seele saying that she'd be back, she picked up her backpack and headed to the bathroom at the back of the tavern. She vaguely remembered being here a lot last night, and shifted uncomfortably before she doffed her armor and slid on whatever was the lightest clothing she had. It wasn't comfortable--nothing was right now--but at least it was less awkward to move around in. Awkwardly distributing her armor between her backpack and her hands enough that she could carry it somewhere--she didn't know where exactly, but she couldn't keep sleeping in this tavern--she walked back out to the main floor, dressed in a pale blue tunic made of something like linen over a pair of brown trousers and high leather boots. It weirded her out seeing herself in it; for most of Pariah, she'd only worn her armor. But Thorinn was so overpoweringly warm, she was sure if she'd kept wearing it she would have had a heat stroke. With the bits of her armor she couldn't fit into her backpack awkwardly balanced in her hands, she made her way out to the table, putting it down with a grunt. She felt oddly vulnerable outside of her metal shell. Giving Seele one last grateful look, she clomped her way over to the bar where Kalie sat, feeling kind of weird that she wasn't clanking as she walked. "Yo. Hell of a night, huh."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Just trying to figure out why… why Kazuki's magic didn't work." She'd had the same thought both he and Kazuki had. Of course she did. She was smart and that set her apart from many meathead players in Pariah. She went on to discuss her own theories and questions about why restorative magic didn't work like it did before. Benkei was surprised that she'd even gone to look into similar books his brother had also invested in. Smart was too imprecise a word to describe her. "You must think it's stupid of me to think like this…" The self-flaggelation wasn't uncommon for Benkei or his brother. They were Japanese, after all, and dishonor and shame were always on the tip of any serious parent's tongues. Especially theirs. "Stupid? No. Brilliant is a better word. It's something Kazuki and I have also been discussing. Why do we now feel actual sensations, like hunger, pain, and our actual senses. Why is everyone suddenly able to get drunk?" Benkei had a wild look in his eye as he pondered these existential questions. "It's like this world is a living system, but before the glitch we were only observers and casual manipulators of the world around us. Now after this glitch, we're a part of the system too. The rules that governed our magic don't apply anymore. At least, that's my theory. He looked around the room, nodding and glancing at those he knew. "How many players are still stuck in Pariah right now, I wonder. And of those players, how many of them have some useful skill or knowledge? I wonder how many players are in the medical field, or engineering field, or in a science field. We need to understand how this world works, but also we need to use the knowledge we have from the real world. If Pariah is a living system now, there are rules and laws. Laws for magic, but also laws for physics. Laws for biology. If we're going to survive in this place until they can get us out, we need to use everything we have access to." Maybe he sounded stupid. Or crazy.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- So much for things going smoothly. A small, tiny voice said that Kazuki should apologize. His initial assumption was completely biased and aside from an unpleasant comment before everything happened, he had no real reason for his words aside from a gut feeling. Nothing Graves said was wrong. Nothing he said was inaccurate. Well, this is probably what he got for trying to be social. He should have considered this a possibility, but he hadn't really thought Graves would get so emotionally defensive over someone not worth it. No, the best thing to do was to calm down. Apologizing was for the weak, but for the sake of unity, it was probably needed. At the last sentence, however, Kazuki's eyebrows shot up for a second before he narrowed his eyes, his eyes cold and every previous thought thrown out the window. He knew it. He knew he wasn't just being paranoid or hard on himself. He knew that this is what they'd pin on him. "I'll never forgive you." "Say it," Kazuki challenged Graves, ignoring Alja for a moment. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Raised voices. And now Graves was on his feet, looking like he was prepared to deck Kazuki. His brother. "Excuse me-" he said quickly to Sif, realizing he had to act fast. Right now everything he'd worked for was going up in smoke, and he had no idea why. Honestly, he didn't care why. Someone was being aggressive to his family, and there was no way in hell he was going to stand by and watch this. He felt a tremor in his hands. He forced it down. He had to force it down because right now Kazuki was in trouble and he wasn't going to be a coward. He wasn't going to collapse. "Hey!" His voice rose higher than he wanted as he approached Graves' flank. "The owners already said to keep things civil in here." His voice was less calm and more tinged with anger and venom. The fact that Graves of all people was pulling an aggressive card with his brothers-his brother-of all people was already out of the question. "You need to walk away and cool your head before you cause trouble for everyone." Benkei was serious. And not serious as he had been yesterday. This was a colder serious. The kind of attitude that followed with a thrown fist. He'd been in enough fights. Lost enough too. But he'd be goddamned if he let someone push his family around.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Even if Luci's been insufferable 'bout blaming us for somethin' outside our control.' Graves knew he didn't believe it. He knew he was only thinking it because Kazuki was being a massive asshole and Graves knew just where to stick the knife to hurt him- that was somethin' he'd learned at home too. He knew just how to hurt somebody bad enough for it to last. He'd been watching Kazu. He watched him during the fight, watched him afterwards. Watched him at the graveside. He'd been watching the man and he knew just how much the guilt weighed him down. It was a terrible burden he'd put on himself and it was one he didn't even deserve. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Kazu had pissed him off and he needed to be hurt. Graves got close. Close enough he could whisper it. Make it dig deep. "You could'a saved-" Somebody else cut in, interrupting him. Benkei, the boy who thought he'd be king. All it took was a glance- he looked as heated as Graves felt. Everything about how he was standing, how he was speaking, how his hands trembled just a little told him their auspicious leader was ready to explode the moment he had an excuse. He turned, facing the bigger of the two. "Civil." He practically spat the word. "I'on't know what you are to Kazuki, Kazum-something, but I'd step the fuck back n' let him take responsibility for the shit he says for once in his God damn life. He's gonna apologize, or yeah, we're gonna have a problem."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- He couldn't believe he let himself get so emotional. Fighting was stupid, arguing was stupid, but there he was getting all worked up. He was supposed to be banding together, not egging on a hothead who was coming at him prepared! But for the first time in a long time, Kazuki had to admit to himself that it hurt to hear. Graves didn't even have to finish the sentence--just hearing it out loud shook him. It was cathartic in the strangest way, he couldn't wrap his head around it. What the hell was wrong with him? Why would he want to hear that? It made everything so much worse, it made it so much more real than he wanted to be. Seeing Kazuma had snapped him back to reality, recognizing the situation. For fuck's sake, this was literally the opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. And once again, it was his fault. Kazuki moved between Kazuma and Graves, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder to stop him as he looked him in the eye, shaking his head. He knew he needed to properly explain himself, to get things back on track. Not that he thought there was a point--any hope of unity was shattered because of him. He had to at least try to salvage it. "Stop," Kazuki said, his voice a little louder than intended. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." In every possible way. Choosing to bite his tongue and feeling like it wasn't going to help anyway, Kazuki looked directly at Graves, having to resist the urge to look away. "I am sorry," He stated it clearly. "I spoke based on what little I know and a terrible first impression." And a bad second impression, and bad third impression...in an odd sense, he was right that that girl caused issues. Go figure. "This isn't what I--what we came here for," Kazuki made an effort to put things back on track. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei's eyes widened. His heart rushed. His fist clenched and he was ready to punch that smug fucking gaijin in his stupid jaw. Every word that followed out of Graves' stupid mouth just made Benkei's heart pound. In the corner of his eye, he spied a glass of ale. Every instinct said to smash it in this ugly fucker's face and- "Stop." Benkei stopped. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." No, that was wrong. What happened in that dungeon- "Enough Kazuki." Benkei looked around the room at the eyes focused on them. He met their cold gazes with the glare he'd done so well to define during his days yelling at shitty scrub players. "I don't know what the hell you two talked about to get so heated. And I don't care." Kazuki could have said the vilest shit and Benkei would have backed him up, even if he disagreed with it. Because he wasn't going to watch his brother get yelled at, spat on, talked down to. That was what he had to deal with. The fights, the broken noses, the black eyes, the bruised ribs. That was his normal. "What I do care about is your shitty insinuation that my brother caused Aaginim's death." Every word of that hurt. "If you want to start throwing blame around, you'd best remember who agreed to go into that dungeon. We're all to blame for going in there when everything felt off. Aaginim. Atlas. Enos. I killed them. You killed them. Every one of us killed them when we entered that fucking dungeon. Don't you dare imply that they're dead because of my brother. Because if you think you're high and mighty, remember that you would be dead before you even left the third room without him." What was Graves? Just another bigger guy. Just another person who fucking threw his weight about and beat up punks like himself. "And don't you dare fucking think I'm going to sit around and watch someone stand over my brother and threaten him. I don't care how strong you are or how big you think you are. If you have a problem with me or my family, we can take it somewhere else."</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele watched the tension in Kazuki…not 'unwind' per se, but more rewind, slackening in some places, tightening in others. He was a tangle of things, the poor boy, and most of them he kept shockingly well-hidden. Some, though, came out in his body-language—she swore at one point he was going to crush that innocent teacup in his hands—and others still were there in his voice, in the little tremors and sighs, the pauses and, of course, the things he said. She was used to meeting people who held others to impossible standards. Kazuki was evidently guilty of that as well, but he also expected that same impossibility from himself. For how well-composed he'd been through the glitch, she guessed he was no stranger to the strain that must have beset him with. They might have been trapped in a strange world, but that didn't mean they'd left all their problems behind. It was their minds inhabiting Pariah, after all. You couldn't escape your own mind. ... You just couldn't. ... "Then don't convince them," she said, and brightened again. "Show them. Maybe you can't take back what you said, but there's an important difference between unsaying something, and undoing it. Or just doing, maybe. For example—" Seele plucked up another piece of the pastry and popped it into her mouth, chewed—"Mmh!"—and then gestured to the plate. "I've just eaten another bit, and now there's hardly any left for you. I can't undo that, I'll just have to live with the guilt. I could say ' I'm sorry, Kazuki, for eating your very tasty pastry,' —even though I'm not really, it was very tasty—or I could do something about it instead. Like, say, buy you another to replace it, or maybe bake you one myself, if you aren't averse to eating poison. "Am I making sense? I think I'm just rambling, sorry—again. My point is, the forgiveness isn't nearly as important as just making things right."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Kazuki's gaze lingered on the now-empty plate, a childish thought popping in his head as he held back the urge to pout. There were four pieces, did she really have to eat three of them? She was a guest, yes, but it was usually agreed upon that when sharing treats it was always best to be fair with it. He had initially bought it this morning as a sort of comfort food and had originally planned to eat it later, but he didn't have much to offer once they got here, and green tea was always best eaten with sweets. In hindsight, he should have only served half of it--at least that way he would've been able to still have half when Seele decided to be greedy and set an example. Still, Seele had a point, even if he lamented the loss of the treat. At the end of the day it didn't matter how he felt or what he said as the one and only goal of his was to survive. If that meant swallowing his pride despite his firm belief that he's right and resisting the urge to say 'I told you so' if one of them died due to that girl, then he supposed so long as it didn't personally affect him or Kazuma he might be able to deal with it. His original point of 'strength in numbers' rang true, and unfortunately that meant beggars couldn't be choosers. Once he finished his tea, he placed the cup down and muttered a small thanks before giving Seele his full attention once again. "It makes sense," He finally replied, standing up and taking the empty plates and kettle in hand. "I guess the next step is finding Graves, then. If I can get him to be agreeable, then the rest are likely to follow." He left them in the sink for the moment, returning to Seele. Then again, Graves had left because he thought the group was a time bomb. He stared at Seele for a moment, his mind working on something before he finally let out a sigh. He couldn't believe he was referring so much to her--she was dangerous. Was she a therapist? Maybe a counselor? It wasn't until now that he noticed how much he had opened up, or at least as much as someone like him could manage. Well, at least she wasn't annoying about it. "But if an apology didn't work, then what counts as 'making things right'?" He ended up asking, giving her a half-shrug. "I'm still firm in my belief and there isn't much that'll change my mind. I also explained the reason behind my logic and it got him even angrier." --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Riverside- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "So come on, boss. Buck up, let's get back up to that tavern. You've got some people to keep alive." "There's just no arguing with you guys, is there?" Benkei sighed and shrugged, getting up. It didn't seem like he had a choice in the matter now; he was stuck with these guys. Not that it upset him; they'd worked together and stood by each other throughout that hellish dungeon and survived. They'd survive this as well. "Alright, let's go back." He and Alja made their way back to the tavern, with Benkei making sure to approach both Alex, Kalie, Sif and Siegfried. "I owe an apology to everyone, but I'll start with you two. I was not being a great leader by letting my emotions and my relationship with my brother pushed me to fight with Graves, and I owe him an apology if-" he sighed as Alja nudged him, "when he returns. If we're going to survive in this game, we're going to need to stick together and rely on each other. That means being honest and be open to sharing what we have with each other. So, I'll start by ripping this awful bandaid off: My name is Kazuma Hoshizawa, I'm 17 years old. The only real skills I have relate to the game, and I'll be honest, I don't do that great in school. My reputation in the game isn't that great. I've been a big jerk to a lot of players in the past, and I have to grow past that. But I promise I will drop the shitty kid act, and I'll do my best to treat everyone in this group with respect." It was a start, at least. He laid everything out in front of the remaining part of the group: complete strangers.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria The sound of somebody standing drew Artemis' attention, shaking her from the internal monologue of self-pity and doubt. Quickly she turned her attention on the figure standing and making his way towards her, drink in hand. His large build and the fact he so openly approached her told Artemis that he had recognized her, so she had to assume he was in the dungeon as well. There had been a man around his size in those tunnels, so she figured that this might be him. Though she couldn't really recall a name to place with the face. She watched him approach in silence, the grip of her fears catching any hint of a comment in her throat as she tried to figure out how to respond once he had addressed her. After all, there was no denying that she was his destination. Thankfully, he decided to save her the potential awkwardness and spoke first, allowing Artemis an extra few, precious moments to collect herself. A small color grew to her cheeks, as the girl realized how dreadfully awkward she must've looked just standing there. It was embarrassing, really, and she was glad that Mr. Not-A-Teddy-Bear had decided to approach, saving her from further embarrassment. Artemis reached out to gently accept the tankard in silence, giving him a single nod and appreciative little smile as she took a long drink from the mug. "Thank you." She began, a small tone being all that she felt confident enough to muster at the moment. "I doubt I'll be here long, I don't intend to overstay a welcome but... I needed to thank you all for what you did." She said, letting a small, sad smile appear on her lips for a few moments. "The morning and night were shitty, but... it's not like I have time to sit around crying about it." Artemis added, trying to force a small laugh and catching herself as the laugh very quickly threatened to change to something else. A small tear glistened in the corner of her eye at the same moment, betraying her inner turmoil. Her head snapped once more in the direction of the group, watching as another from the dungeon... Alja? Slammed her chair to the floor and walked away in a small ruckus. "A-ah. The boys fight like that sometime-..." She commented, cutting herself off as she realized what she said. A shakier, uneven voice heralded her correction. "f-fought..." She muttered, shaking her head once more as she tried to regain what little composure she had walked into this place with. Damnit! Hold your shit together! We're here to thank them, not earn pity!" Artemis chided herself mentally, annoyed by her complete lack of holding her internal pain where it should be, inside. With that small hint of irritation, Artemis focused even harder on reigning herself in, taking the moment to take another long pull of her drink and nearly finished it on her second go, which... she'd probably be regretting soon. "Still, it seems your group is in the middle of something... I'd had to be a burden on that discussion so..." She said, making to excuse herself from the situation. As she went to set down the tankard and leave, thinking that perhaps coming here might've been better at a later time, Artemis suddenly froze once more. Turning her attention back on Graves, she quickly spoke up once more. "Well, unless I can help with whatever's happening? A-as a way to thank you all for saving me." She asked, eyebrow-raising as she waited to hear his response. Wait, that's not your business? Why are you butting in? The girl asked herself, having thought for not even a second before stumbling across her answer. She didn't want to leave, not yet. Leaving meant she'd be alone...</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern -- City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Ah, Jesus, she's a wreck.' Graves struggled to keep his composure in the face of Artemis's grief. This was about as far out of his comfort zone as he could get. He briefly glanced over his shoulder, wishing he could delegate this to anybody else, but it proved fruitless. Everyone else was locked in heated argument about their next move. It wasn't exactly a flattering first impression for Artemis, even if it was accurate. They fought often and loudly, over things big and small alike. It irritated him to say the least. "Look, I'm..." He hesitated a moment before lifting a hand to the woman's shoulder, giving it an awkward pat and squeeze. Smooth, Graves. Real smooth. He turned to face her, eyes searching hers for a reaction as he spoke: "I'm gonna honest. It ain't easy to lose people, 'specially right in front of you. I've been there." Memories passed in the back of his mind, heavy as fog from the sea. Pressing on past it, he nodded his head back to the table. Alex had since joined them and Alja had stormed off in a huff to the bar. Maybe that signaled a break in the 'discussion.' He hoped so, for their new guest's sake. "Most'a them have, too. Nobody'll judge you for hurtin', n' if they do I'll punch 'em in the mouth. You got my word." "I'm not gonna make ya stay if ya don't want to. 'Ppreciate the thanks but it ain't necessary. It was, uh, the least we could do." That was the best he could manage. He let loose a breath he didn't know he was holding in, taking a step away from her to give her space to think. He hoped he hadn't been too blunt; conveying sympathy was harder than Seele made it look. Silence hung for the moment as Artemis considered her next move. It looked like she'd made up her mind as she set her now empty drink down and turned to leave, but something caused her to falter. Another freeze, like earlier. Indecision? A final word? No, a hook. Artemis tentatively put forward the idea that she could help with the current predicament. So she did want to stay; she just didn't want to feel like she was in the way. He understood that. Charity annoyed him too. "Yeah, sure. Could be we just need a fresh set of eyes on this thing to figure it out." Graves motioned for her to follow him as he turned, striding back toward the group. "This is the, uh, girl, I told you all about." He cleared his throat. "She's Artemis, and these are..." He started around the table. "Kazuki, Benkei, Alex, Seele. You already met Rael, Alja's the mammoth at the bar, n' I'm Graves. Oh, and those two are Sif and Siegfried- they're from a different guild, but they're cool. We were all knee-deep in a dungeon together when the world got fucked. Take whichever seat ya like."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei just sat there, in shock as talks broke down further and further, culminating in Alja's blow up, Seele's attempt at peacekeeping, and Kazuki's own additions to what they could do. Benkei at first thought about just leaving; going back to his brother's place and calling it a night then and there. What help would he be if he got goaded into arguing? What help would any of them be if they couldn't drop their egos at the door for one damn minute and talk before letting their emotions take over? Aaginim must have been wrong about him. How the hell could he be a leader when any time he tried to bring the group together they fractured even further apart? At least Graves had kept his cool, and no one fought with Alja over her outburst. Seele's quick response saved the day there. Maybe someone like her would have made a better leader. Her personality lent to healing others instead of breaking them apart. What did he know of healing? Or helping? Or doing anything useful? After all, he was the worthless son next to Kazuki. And even here, in this world that was supposed to be his expertise, it was Kazuki who was worth more again. He had money. He had property. He had skills that could help the group. What did Benkei have? Fishing? He couldn't even feed the whole group in a single day with that skill. Then the girl entered–Artemis–and Benkei immediately recognized the pain she carried. It was something each of them carried and tried to battle through or hide from ever since the glitch. Benkei tried to find the proper words to convey how he was sorry and that he understood but those words were lost to him. "I'm so sorry for what you've been through," he tried to piece together the words, "You're welcome here, with us. We've gone through a lot too." If there was one thing grief enjoyed, it was company. Still, this was no time or place to try and be a poor facsimile of a good leader like Aaginim. Benkei simply returned to his seat and started to clean the mess of maps and papers he'd worked so hard on.</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa I R L Age - 17 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Benkei Pathos Affiliation - Tyhrien Role - Tank Profession - Fisherman Weapon of Choice - Great Sword Domains - Earth/Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Self-Conscious Being the younger brother to a prodigy never helped after the divorce. Kazuki went with their mother, but Kazuma had to stay with their father. The pressure his father exerted on Kazuma was enough to develop into a full blown complex, with Kazuma breaking down with panic attacks in private. Around others, Kazuma is extremely self-conscious of how he is perceived, how he performs and where he falls in the group dynamic. Everything has to be perfect. With Kazuki here because of him, he has to prove that he has some sort of worth; even if it's just in a video game. Short-Tempered If someone shows him up, if someone pushes him, or if anyone picks on his brother, Kazuma is prone to outbursts, threats and yelling. His youth mixed with his own inferiority complex makes a volatile concoction for Kazuma, and he takes it out on the people around him. He has to prove himself every second of every day, because he lives in constant fear that people will simply say that he is a complete fraud of a "badass player". Obsessive Kazuma has a one-track mind at being the best. He wants to complete all the content and complete it perfectly, collect all the rare items, and to be regarded by everyone who sees him as a "great player". The fact that the only regular person he interacts with and plays with in the game is his big brother is a testament to how his personality bristles with others and pushes would-be friends away, and his compulsion to be the best at any cost puts himself constantly at risk. B E N C H M A R K S Gaia's Protection Kazuma has focused his magical toolkit on synergizing with his chosen role; he uses the power of the earth to construct barriers around himself and others to protect them from enemy attacks, and is capable of shifting the ground around him to trap enemies in soft dirt or sand. Protective Knight Kazuma forgoes movement speed in combat to instead stand his ground against heavier enemies. If he puts himself between an ally and a monster, he will act as an immovable wall to protect those around him. Natural Aggro Kazuma just has that personality to piss anyone off, and it seems to work well enough on enemies as well. As long as Kazuma can focus on a target, the target will probably focus on him as well, giving his allies breathing room. Earthen Stubbornness Being badly wounded does not stop Kazuma in combat. Instead, his stalwart nature and connection to the earth increases his defense when he's in a critical situation, giving him precious extra seconds to survive long enough for his allies to help him \| Physical Description Kazuma is an average Japanese High Schooler. Standing at 5'8, he's unimpressive in many respects. His physicality is also the same; he's skinny and weak; constantly placing in the lower half of school physical exams. The only redeeming quality about himself is that his face is fair and slightly handsome; a trait he shares with his older brother. In Pariah Online, his character is surprisingly similar to himself in real life. Soft facial features, brown hair; but there is an exception: his in-game model has blue eyes, unlike his real-life brown. His character's body is also far more toned and muscular, though it does seem quite comical for a character who is set at slightly below the average male character height to wield such a large greatsword. His character is usually decked out in suits of armor; giving him a slightly more "buff" look than if he wore normal clothes. Character Conceptualization Kazuma lives in shadows. The shadow of his parent's divorce, the shadow of the constant expectations thrust upon him, and the biggest shadow of all: his older brother Kazuki. Since being separated from his older brother during his parent's divorce, Kazuma is constantly pressured to perform well in school, do well and follow his older brother's example; something that Kazuma is struggling every day to do. The only time his life wasn't filled with panic-inducing stress were the hours he cemented into Pariah Online. And then Kazuki crashed that too. While his brother supported him as a healer, Kazuki didn't have the same fervent desire to cement his legacy as the greatest as Kazuma had. Kazuki focused on other, unimportant aspects of the game, while Kazuma grinded to push himself to the top; pushing others away and causing rifts in multiple playgroups he'd been invited to. His skill as a tank; putting himself in the middle of battle and controlling the flow of the enemy-that was Kazuma's way of exerting control on the life he had zero control over. But even so, that control is extremely tenuous... Other Information N/A \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- As Kazuki took the first still somewhat unsteady steps back towards the tavern, Alja overtook him with a few long strides, cutting off his path. She didn't know in exact detail what had been eating him the past few days—she hadn't been there—but from his reaction to Graves' furious words after the ill-fated raid, she could guess. She'd been down in the rat dungeon for long enough that she'd hoped it had scabbed over. Stupid, you should've known that was BS. She'd just been in denial. She'd been upset. She was scared, and so she'd lashed out, been selfish, ignored it. Of course it hadn't scabbed. It had stayed open beneath the surface and gone rancid. And the longer a wound like this festered—the longer the guilt crawled through him—the worse it would become. A flash of recognition as cold and quick as a knife passed through her, and she laid a hand on his thin shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. When she spoke, her voice—like her grip—was gentle but firm. "Kazuki, you need to stop." She heard something echo in the back of her mind, a half-remembered woman's voice that spoke along with hers, as she grabbed his second shoulder as well. "If you keep on like this, you are going to destroy yourself." Even as she said it, she already knew it wouldn't do a damn thing. She knew full well how futile it was to just...tell someone to stop feeling that crushing weight. It would be easier to dam the ocean. So instead, keeping her grip, she shoved him out to arm's length, voice still calm and level. "I'm not Seele, so I can't treat you like she would." And all the words in the whole bloody world couldn't do a thing for you right now. "But I also can't stand by and watch your tear yourself apart over what happened, because nothing down there was your fault. So here's what we're gonna do." She let go of his shoulders, crossing her arms. "We're all four gonna walk into the Mystic Prophecy guildhall together, like you damn well deserve. And if Luci—if anybody blames you for a god damn thing when we're in there, you leave it to me." She gave him a soft smile. "I'm not gonna let you run away from your problems and hide away from the world. You're stronger than that. You're better than that. So c'mon. I'm behind ya all the way."</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand. Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone. As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- It was easier said than done. Still, it wasn't like Alja was going to let Kazuki get away at this point. To her credit, her words were logical and along the lines of encouraging. He stared at Alja for a second, though he didn't respond, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets. This was the pain of having to interact with people, wasn't it? Now that he thought about it, on top of every other problem they were having, Kazuki wasn't used to being this...social. If one could call it that, anyway. He didn't say much of anything, more focused on sobering up as he resumed the walk wordlessly. He wasn't expecting much out of this little trip, though that was more his pragmatism speaking. If Prisillica managed to rally people, maybe, but as far as he was aware, Aaginim's death still had the place pretty grim. It would be nice if he was surprised, but he wouldn't hold his breath. And even in the slight chance where things could be moving, Luci was still an obstacle. His own involvement aside, he was certain she held resentment towards their entire group in general. --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kazuki was running away. Would it be right to just let him walk off, to avoid dealing with Mystic Prophecy? It would be easier than handling that sore wound that both brothers felt, after all. He knew Luci blamed Kazuki for Aag's death, but he also knew why they'd all done the dungeon in the first place. To test the waters. To see if Benkei was ready to join Mystic Prophecy. Kazuki wasn't the one who failed Aaginim. It was Benkei. It was his fault they were in that dungeon at the time. His single-minded desire to be the best led him down a path that good people died. And now when you died you never came back. "Ka-" Before he could even say anything, Alja burst onto the scene. Her words were better than anything he could force down, and he was thankful she'd come to join them as well. "Alja's right. We need to meet with Mystic Prophecy, and we all have to work together if we're going to survive." He wanted to bite his lip in frustration. Who was left in Mystic Prophecy now? "Let's go, everyone. There's no better time like the present, right?</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- "'M...fine, Raylll," Alja slurred out, surprising herself with just how indistinct her words were. Somethin's wrong. Somethin's wrong. Still, she tried not to let her concern show on her face, attempting to get up again before falling back down in a gross display of miscoordination. "'M jus'...dizzy for sum reason. Dunno why." She rubbed at her eyes aggressively, trying to will her vision back to clarity and somehow being surprised when it didn't work. She tried to stand again, and this time she managed to make it to her feet, supporting herself on the table and breathing deeply as a denizen came over, concern on her face. Alja waved her away, but removing one of her hands from her support table had the reasonably predictable outcome of her barely managing to stay on her feet. She turned to face Graves, frowning as she found it difficult to see his face clearly; it kept swimming in and out of focus. "'S gotta be...debuff or som'thin,' righ?'. 'M real dizzy..." she brought her hand up to her face, feeling the heat rushing through it as her normally fair skin was suffused a bright red by...whatever this was. She sat down again, grunting in mild irritation as the waitress continued hovering out of something like concern. And, it occurred to Alja, there was something she could use at the moment. She waved the waitress over and, voice still slurred, asked: "C'n you get me some water?" She nodded and scurried off, and Alja slumped back down, her eyes drawn as if magnetically to the blurry image of a tearfully happy Luci being congratulated by everyone in the bar, and Aaginim standing next to her. She looked on, the previously confused expression on her face replaced with what seemed like an almost comical melancholy. "Sh'd b'mm," she mumbled, her face lying sideways on the table and distorting her mouth to the point of incoherence. Then--for the first time in a long time--some of her IRL self leaked into Alja, and she pivoted her head until she was looking at Graves almost piteously. And in that moment, she looked almost as small as her real-world counterpart. "'M I gonna be okay, Graves?" Then the moment passed, and she slumped back into the table with a dizzy groan.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- An incredulous look crossed his face. It was something he had dismissed out of hand, but now that he was watching Alja talk and move up close, it seemed less and less outlandish by the moment. Drunk assholes were a familiar commodity 'round the gas station and his home alike. There were more than a few instances when one of his siblings would come stumbling into the living room, sloshed out of their mind- it looked a lot like Alja did now. Damned if it made any sense, though. "'M I gonna be okay, Graves?" He took her by the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. The irony of it wasn't lost on him. "You're gonna be just fine, pal. Nothin's been done to you, you're just..." He paused a moment. "I get the feelin' you don't drink too much IRL. This is that. Now, I'unno why you're feelin' it in here, but I think I've got a fix for it." With one hand he lifted up Alja's palm into his. With the other, he unsheathed just an inch of the greatsword hanging from his belt. Just enough that he could nick the tip of her finger. It was a cut he'd practiced a hundred times for diabetic strips, only piecing enough skin for a droplet of blood to slip out. 'Focus. Only pull out what's needed. Don't want her to hit me.' Graves turned his hand over, motioning toward the wound with a single finger. A tiny stream of oddly colored blood began to be coaxed out...</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex flashed a quick thumbs up at Kazuki after Benkei finished assigning their team's roles for the raid. "Looks like I'm gonna be your bodyguard, man." He felt like giving him a slap on the back, but they hadn't been well acquainted enough for Alex to do that, so he settled for the awkward gesture. Most of his raids had been done with the magic-heavy team compositions his brother's guild naturally produced, so it was reassuring to know his role was nothing out of the ordinary. On the contrary, the amount of tanks was galvanizing. Entering combat lacking tank support meant having to get good at not being swatted around. With teammates like his current ones, he'd be able to go all out with his arrows. He thought of all the movement and attack combinations he'd been taught in a similar fashion, with special attention given to the ones that were too risky to pull off without a distraction. Another ruckus in the hall snatched his attention, however. "Someone's getting engaged in-game?! You can do that?!" he exclaimed, eyebrows stretching towards their limit. People took online relationships on this game pretty seriously with all the immersion it gave players, so it wasn't completely unbelievable that someone would take it a step further. But still... proposing in some dumb hall before a raid of all things? "Hey, congratulations!" he said at last. It had been an odd thing to do, but it was still cute. His teammates, too, paused their actions to admire the sight in similar ways, with one reaction in particular startling him. "Huh, You all right there Kalie?" he asked. Her queenly veneer had slipped for a fraction of a moment in a way that was surprisingly endearing. No talk of darkness or shadows, just a simple appreciation. "It's good to take a break from roleplay every now and then you know," he said, suppressing a chuckle.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Sociopath. Bitch. Heartless. Alja was in her face. Screaming. But Rael couldn't hear her. Hanako couldn't. As she remained stone-faced as the woman criticized her for her comments in her head there was a lot more going on. "See, I told you they hate you." She heard. "Everything about you is rotten. How does it feel to have the real world be exactly the same as the virtual world? How's your escapism going to work?" She clenched her fists as a reflex as the numbness seemed to go away in seconds. She looked up at Alja and there was no cocky smirk or attitude. Just defiance. Her comments about bad blood made sense, but she had no interest in placating to a broken down child. Kalie was not all that much older than she was. Yet Alja didn't consider her own age. Her own experiences. Did she think she had seen bodies mangled and ripped apart before? That she experienced death in anything but a passing way? It wasn't her fault Kalie was weak. It wasn't her fault Alja was weak. Better to be seen as unfeeling and strong than emotive and weak. She went to say something but then someone else decided to interject. Clank! Dariel dropped the plate on the counter as he moved in a flash behind the larger woman who was the same height as he was. "That's enough." He said, as enhancement magic surged in his body and Alja was lifted off the ground before he put her down in a seat a few paces back. For Alja this would be a new experience in many ways, but also in that a NPC—a denizen had touched her. As she found herself seated he looked at her and pointed point blank between her eyes. "What do you think this is? The gladiatorial arena in Theremia? Have you lost your goddamn mind, girl?"</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele jerked back when Alja started awake. The woman still seemed terribly addled, but at least she was more…present now than she had been. Whatever things she had seen in the dark, Seele couldn't guess at, and frankly, was too afraid to. The lot of them had all likely suffered some kind of haunting or another over the night. Some of them, like Benkei, had begun suffering before they'd even left the dungeon, and it had not been an easy thing to watch. She thought back to how Kazuki had become almost manic when the tank collapsed—manic at least by the mellow standard she'd developed of him in their brief time together. With a little finagling, Seele managed to gather up the table's empty mugs and cups in her arms and bring them over to the counter. She would have gone back to clean up the little spillages left behind, but a sudden roaring made her skin jump. "Oi, Rael. Bitch." Oh no. No. Nope. Seele turned wide-eyed to find Alja towering over Rael. The smaller tank's fists were clenched, the look on her face was downright dirty. Tempers were boiling, but Seele felt a chill run down her spine. She all but scrambled over to them. … "That's—" "That's enough." Seele blinked, watching the barkeep use magic to dissolve the fight, though it seemed as though Alja had been backing off already, thankfully. Nevertheless, that sort of intervention from a denizen was, to Seele, unprecedented, and it was a good moment or two before she remembered herself. The fight seemed to be snuffed for now, good, but it still seemed like they were about to get themselves thrown out. "The man's right," Seele said, looking urgently between Alja and Rael. She tried to keep the sternness out of her voice, considering the barkeep was providing quite enough of it. Still, soft and sincere could often carry the same effect, if a bit more gently. "This is not the place, and it is certainly not the time to be at each other's throats. We need to be working together, which means that you both need to start behaving yourselves."</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex didn't understand why he was being offered a handkerchief at first, until he saw the state of his letter. Eh, it was still legible. He wiped the area around his chin in a hurry, the pang of embarrassment shaking him out of his current state. It was relieving that Kazuki had spoken that directly about wanting to form a team. Alex was thinking of a similar idea, but had gotten so distracted that he was beginning to settle for a partnership with a lower amount of people. Regardless of whatever route he thought was wisest, a healer like Kazuki was indispensable to a frailer player such as himself. "Banding together, huh. I like the sound of that," he said, tracing his jawline with the cloth. "Does that mean you're trying to band the entire raid party together? I drank a little," he paused and quirked his brows, "okay, more than a little, but even then I know that's gonna be tough to pull off." The way he saw it, the strong players that tended to be individualists were going to swallow their pride and seek out the strong guilds, who in turn were seeking them out too. A situation like that would probably end up with Alex falling back on his brother's guild, going back to selling light armor to make ends meet. The whole thing felt like crawling back to live in your parents' house after being unable to find a job. And Pariah was supposed to be an escape from the real world. "How're my two favorite fuck-ups doin' this fine mornin'?" Both the conversation and his thoughts were crashed by Graves, with all of the bravado he would expect from a person who had no idea their life was at stake. Did he really not care? Alex hadn't known the man well enough to think beyond a surface level, having mentally categorized Graves as "that tank guy who split dog people in half like they were avocados". "Kazuki's been planning something," he said, folding the note in one of his many pockets of his everyday wear. Now that there were real world consequences to creating clothing, his more utilitarian style of crafting was better suited in comparison to the flashier stuff it seemed like the rest of the playerbase was enamored with. It was a little moment of vindication he'd keep to himself. Kazuki was handling the conversation way better, anyways... but a detail did catch his attention. "The NPC talked like a player?" he asked. "I was in the drox hall earlier, and this girl there was acting kind of weird. Instead of just giving tips for newbies she started going on about the places factions were located. I mean, still totally useless info, but weird, man." Near him, what looked like an argument between the people he had raided with was brewing. "Crap," he groaned, reaching for another sip, "this just made our job a whole lot harder."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- He couldn't believe he let himself get so emotional. Fighting was stupid, arguing was stupid, but there he was getting all worked up. He was supposed to be banding together, not egging on a hothead who was coming at him prepared! But for the first time in a long time, Kazuki had to admit to himself that it hurt to hear. Graves didn't even have to finish the sentence--just hearing it out loud shook him. It was cathartic in the strangest way, he couldn't wrap his head around it. What the hell was wrong with him? Why would he want to hear that? It made everything so much worse, it made it so much more real than he wanted to be. Seeing Kazuma had snapped him back to reality, recognizing the situation. For fuck's sake, this was literally the opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. And once again, it was his fault. Kazuki moved between Kazuma and Graves, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder to stop him as he looked him in the eye, shaking his head. He knew he needed to properly explain himself, to get things back on track. Not that he thought there was a point--any hope of unity was shattered because of him. He had to at least try to salvage it. "Stop," Kazuki said, his voice a little louder than intended. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." In every possible way. Choosing to bite his tongue and feeling like it wasn't going to help anyway, Kazuki looked directly at Graves, having to resist the urge to look away. "I am sorry," He stated it clearly. "I spoke based on what little I know and a terrible first impression." And a bad second impression, and bad third impression...in an odd sense, he was right that that girl caused issues. Go figure. "This isn't what I--what we came here for," Kazuki made an effort to put things back on track. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei's eyes widened. His heart rushed. His fist clenched and he was ready to punch that smug fucking gaijin in his stupid jaw. Every word that followed out of Graves' stupid mouth just made Benkei's heart pound. In the corner of his eye, he spied a glass of ale. Every instinct said to smash it in this ugly fucker's face and- "Stop." Benkei stopped. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." No, that was wrong. What happened in that dungeon- "Enough Kazuki." Benkei looked around the room at the eyes focused on them. He met their cold gazes with the glare he'd done so well to define during his days yelling at shitty scrub players. "I don't know what the hell you two talked about to get so heated. And I don't care." Kazuki could have said the vilest shit and Benkei would have backed him up, even if he disagreed with it. Because he wasn't going to watch his brother get yelled at, spat on, talked down to. That was what he had to deal with. The fights, the broken noses, the black eyes, the bruised ribs. That was his normal. "What I do care about is your shitty insinuation that my brother caused Aaginim's death." Every word of that hurt. "If you want to start throwing blame around, you'd best remember who agreed to go into that dungeon. We're all to blame for going in there when everything felt off. Aaginim. Atlas. Enos. I killed them. You killed them. Every one of us killed them when we entered that fucking dungeon. Don't you dare imply that they're dead because of my brother. Because if you think you're high and mighty, remember that you would be dead before you even left the third room without him." What was Graves? Just another bigger guy. Just another person who fucking threw his weight about and beat up punks like himself. "And don't you dare fucking think I'm going to sit around and watch someone stand over my brother and threaten him. I don't care how strong you are or how big you think you are. If you have a problem with me or my family, we can take it somewhere else."</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- One by one the dominoes that composed the Laughing Worg fell around them, bringing more chaos with every successive crash of words. What Logan's brother had once told him rang in his mind again, about games bringing out the worst in people. This wasn't a game anymore, though, and Alex didn't want to think about the possible repercussions in a true fight between players. In a brazen moment spurred partly by alcohol, Alex stood up from the tavern and took a couple of steps back. "Woah, woah, woah. These aren't fights you can just have anymore." He gazed longingly at his spilled tankard and swallowed the irritation. If someone like... himself... had to be the voice of reason, he'd try his hardest. "Between all of our abilities, it's like all of us are carrying loaded guns at all times, all right? If you're gonna fight, keep it to words." He felt like that last bit hadn't been the best thing to say. He didn't like the idea of telling someone to be dishonest though, it'd just make him a hypocrite. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." Crud. Crap. Fuck. This wasn't good. This was not good. One of his arms clasped Kazuki's shoulder. From what little he could gather they had both lived very different lives, but Alex knew that question was roiling in his mind. The "what if" that led to a neverending downward spiral of regret and self-loathing. He wasn't going to just stand there and watch another person get dragged into that. "We... don't know how anything here works yet. No one, not even you. Anyone who tells you anything else is lying. We can't reach any answer now, and even if we did down the line? It would never change us not knowing now." It was a microcosm of his life philosophy, running and never looking back.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Kazuki wasn't entirely sure why he was so calm at the moment. He was so sure he was going to lose any and all his composure the second he had laid eyes on Luci, but even now as they awaited Graves, he was fine. Not perfect--he could feel his guilt already trying to climb up his throat--but he didn't want to leave. No, even that was a lie, he wished he could have turned right around, but he had a sneaking suspicion the umbrella toting witch would have just as easy dragging him back, if not outright had turned him back to face his fears. Seele was truly dangerous indeed, swaying him so. Still, as much as he would have liked to slip back into comfortable fears, an entirely new one had come out. What the hell was he supposed to actually say to Graves? Seele had suggested friendship, but was he even capable of giving such a thing? Would Graves be receptive? Would he get laughed at? It was more likely he'd just get chewed out or finally get that punch he had been anticipating anytime he spoke to him, but he had no idea. He figured at the very least that whatever he came up with should be direct and to the point with no excuses or attempts at flimsy reasoning. Now, if he could think of what he would actually say, that'd be amazing. Unfortunately, the Japanese man wasn't able to think of anything by the time Graves showed up. He was just going to have to improvise and hope it didn't come off as complete bullshit. He would have liked to think he could fall back on Seele if he messed up, but truthfully, he didn't feel it was wise to expect other people to clean up his messes. On the plus side, Graves didn't seem as angry, even if it was obvious he didn't look too happy to see him. Whatever, he wasn't exactly happy to be here of all places either, but if he could suck it up and be here, then he could talk to the guy. "Hello. I'm here to ask you to reconsider," Kazuki said as plainly as possible. "Things escalated quicker than expected and although I won't go making any excuses for my brother's actions, he isn't normally like...that." Actually, he was like that a lot according to his mother, but he wasn't about to backtrack right now. "Regardless of anything that was said in the tavern, this world is changing, and whether we want to admit it or not, separating like this isn't the best idea. At the very least everyone could come together for a plan or something." 'Or something'. Why couldn't he come up with anything better than that? Letting out a sigh, Kazuki nearly turned around but stopped himself from looking back at Seele even if he felt like he was floundering. Should he try to get sympathy? Maybe he could lie about something that sounds like him being vulnerable to elicit a reaction. No, that wasn't the way to go. But he couldn't leave things like that. Leave? Actually, he did think of something that could tip the conversation in his favor. "At the very least return for their sake--for Alex, for Alja, and everyone else. If you really can't stand the sight of me, then I'll go my own way if it would get you to help them," He offered. "They're in need of someone of your skill to look out for them." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Whoever hacked the system is breaking everything down. I just don't understand why or how." That was the question. In a system like Pariah, how did one go about hacking a system that most tech nerds still didn't understand. The idea of connecting unconscious minds, and connecting them to a server of sorts that held a shared dream had always rubbed Benkei the wrong way. How was the dream created? How did it remain stable? "Everything about this smells bad." Benkei added. It was enough to make him paranoid. After the events in the dungeon, he'd not slept well. He'd tossed and turned, his technical mind needed to understand what was going on, but everything was so beyond his understanding. He hated feeling like this, feeling completely disconnected and unaware. A victim of the whims of fate of the world. "How does anyone go about hacking a dream?" That's where his thoughts focused: how do you hack a dream. And if that was impossible, then how did the world get hacked? Either this wasn't truly a dream, or this wasn't a hack.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- As the wayfarers discussed the new behavior exhibited by the denizens, Alex's mind crackled with new ideas, none of them constructive. It was as if he was subconsciously in some stage of denial, one in which he refused to come to terms with the gravity of their situation. He thought back to the "tech demo" theory of his he'd shared back when they had no idea what was happening. What if it was one? Their reactions could have been recorded somehow, as part of some messed up way to advertise how believable their new update was. It could've been like one of those prank shows where a camera crew would pop out at the last possible second to inform they had all been tricked. Tempting to believe. But no, it wasn't the truth. He wanted to sigh loudly, slap his arms on the table, do something to get the frustration out of him. But a strange new inhibition gripped at him. This was basically the real world now, so doing something like that would have been rude. It was a weird new feeling. "Could've just been the game not working," he interjected, his voice not matching the more hushed tones the rest had started with. If a lifetime of growing up around people who were obsessed with videogames had taught him anything, it was that the only thing they loved more than videogames was complaining about them. Deadlines, microtransactions, botched sequels, rushed ports, he was vaguely aware of all of the ways a complex thing made of thousands of tiny lines of code could keel over and explode. He wanted to avoid speaking out due to his inexperience with technology, but the idea seemed too obvious not to blurt out. "Games take years to make, and even after all they go through there's still glitches or whatever. Who's to say this isn't one? This game's a lot more ambitious than a regular one too." He avoided eye contact with the denizens. He wasn't sure if it was rude or not, but he reasoned he'd find it uncomfortable if the people he was making pancakes for were questioning his existence.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse -- Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Gonna be honest, didn't expect to see ya so soon." He stood stiff as a board just a couple feet out of the doorway, gaze flickering between all three of them. Soaking in their expressions, trying and failing to read them. Kazuki was awkward, distant- it was difficult to tell if he was cold or just struggled to show emotion. It was like Graves was trying to connect with a brick wall, or a lawyer. Seele and Rael were both silent; waiting for the conclusion to today's soap opera drama. Frustration made his muscles spasm, tense. Something about the Glitch had heightened everything, and it was overwhelming, even in a situation as low stakes as this. "I ain't mad at Ben. Guy's just...stickin' up for family. Get that." Every fist he'd ever thrown to protect Will when he didn't deserve it flashed through Andrew's mind. He shared Kazuki's sigh. "N' I get what you're sayin', too. Only reason we got as far as we did is 'cause we..." he paused, looking over his shoulder to Rael, "...had each other's backs." After a beat had passed Graves crossed the room in just a few, long steps. He stopped only a few feet from the bard, looking him in the eye. Searching them. They swam with an enigmatic grace that his insight couldn't penetrate. "You might annoy the shit out of me, n' I might still wanna kick your ass from time to time, but when I said I wanted everyone in," a hand moved up, grasping Kauzki's shoulder, "that included you." "I said some things to you earlier that I didn't really mean. I can be, uh, difficult, sometimes. N' for that I wanted to say I'm-" The word caught in a lump in his throat, like a frog refusing to be vomited up. It wasn't something he wanted to get in the habit of saying, but it felt like one'a those few times where it might be justified. "-I'm sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Kazuki didn't expect to be here this soon, so they were both surprised. He'd be lying if he said he didn't already map out a few plans of escape the second he stepped in, but that wasn't the point. As Graves explained his understanding of Kazuma's actions, he wondered if he was just paying lip service or if there was something more to it. Maybe he could relate to it, considering how much Kazu would throw himself into fights it wouldn't be surprising to learn Graves was the same way. Still, as he spoke, Kazuki was reminded of why he wanted the guy on his side earlier. At the mention of Kazuki being included, that much actually surprised him, even if he didn't show it much. At the last part, however, he had to bite his tongue. As much as he wanted to insist it was earned--not a stretch considering he literally asked for it--he held back. What was important was getting everyone together and getting an actual plan of attack together, so it speak. Even if he figured he wouldn't be of much help, the very minimum he could do was shut up and go along. The conversation he had with Seele rang in his head; following her advice was probably best. Giving Graves a nod in understanding, he looked towards Rael, also remembering something. For now, he'd put it aside. "I'm also sorry. I was...selfish in the moment," He'd admit that much at least. As silence fell, he felt like he was supposed to say something else, but he was honestly clueless as to what else he could say. Looking back at Seele for a little help, he cleared his throat. "But...let bygones be bygones," He mumbled, a little embarrassed as he hastily thought of another conversation topic to avoid prolonging the awkwardness. "Though, if I can ask, what are you doing here? I can't imagine the members too happy to see any of us." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse -- Thorinn, Aetheria --- His hand dropped from Kazuki's shoulder after the moment was over, and Graves gave a single clap, motioning as if he were wiping his hands after a day's work was done. It certainly felt that way, despite only waking up a little while ago to meet the day. There was still a great deal of sunlight left, and he hadn't the foggiest idea what they were going to do with it. Everyone talked of meeting up to make plans, figuring out how they'd survive this thing together, but thus far nobody actually seemed to have one. A question as to why they'd come dragged Graves back to the moment. Rubbing the back of his head, he thought over how best to answer. "Figure after everything that happened they'd need a little help. Yesterday ain't somethin' you can just shrug off, even for tough sonsabitches like them. So I- we- offered to take some chores off their hands so they can focus on, y'know...grieving and processing and shit, I dunno." He shrugged, flustered with every word he rambled out. It was hard to put it into words because he hadn't really logic'd it all out in his head or anything like that. There was just a certain pang in his chest and he'd followed it up to their front door, and everything kind of slid into place on its own. That was how he'd done most things. Not a lot of thinking, contemplating; just chasing intuitions and emotions wherever they led him. "Did you two see Luci? Thought I heard her voice, earlier. Did she look alright?"</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex trailed behind Alja, lagging behind as he ruminated on her ideas. He expected his guesswork was going to be completely off the mark. Still, it was a bummer to have been shot down so fast. She was right, there were just too many bizarre things happening all at once in order for this to have been some glitch. Glitches were like... going through a wall, some weapon not working, individual things that were self-contained like that. He hated to think about this like some sort of conspiracy theorist, but such a complicated series of events triggering made a lot more sense if it was intentional, the more he thought about it. He took a seat near the others with none of the neat and awkward behavior he'd shown when they first met. Instead, he alternated between being splayed out to bouncing a leg whenever an interesting suggestion would come up. He wasn't familiar with the intricacies of dreaming, rather it was the possible chance at getting answers that perked him up. "Well..." he started, All we can do now is survive. He stopped before the words left his mouth. They weren't developers or moderators or anyone with any power above being just another player. Their insights, at the end of the day, weren't going to differ much, both among themselves and every other wayfarer they would cross paths with. It felt wrong to give in so quickly, however. His newfound courage wouldn't allow it. "There's gotta be some people who worked on this game logged on. There just has be. People like that one guy who gave alerts when this first started knew about this before we did," he paused for a moment, as if he was trying to convince himself just as much as everyone else, "They could help us out."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Benkei watched as others left the tavern, one after another, and suddenly felt very alone. Sure there were other wayfarers, other denizens, and such clamoring about, but Benkei was worried. There was a sense of dread filling the air, the stress and fear at the question no one wanted to ask: When were they going home? When would they hear from the moderators? Were they being left behind? Benkei sighed and stood up, gathering his things. He noticed Sif sitting alone, Sig must have still run off, and he walked over to her. "Hey," he said to her, "Do you want to get out of here for a little bit? I think if I sit around here anymore, I'll either go insane or explode from Dariel's flat cakes. I need to check with the blacksmith about fixing some of my armor, and I wouldn't mind the company."</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie's look on her face was white as a ghost from how bone-chilling that scream was. She shivered up and down from what that scream meant, and it terrified her slightly. It didn't take long for Kalie to notice the tunnel Graves went down as he sprinted ahead of them. She didn't have much time to think of any plan because if she thought about it, whoever screamed that way would probably be killed by their lack of action. ' Oh god damn that's utterly terrifying.' Kalie thought with a look of slight terror on her face. It didn't take long for Kalie to follow Graves since he was running ahead of the group. She was making sure while running behind Graves not to trip and keeping up with him. Kalie would try to support her group with her dark sight vision done this tunnel and all the other objects of choice. Also, she put her Scythe back on her back to avoid losing it by dropping it, and that would be stupid. It would be a bad idea to be without your weapon and being surrounded by rats that want to eat you. Thankfully, she focused enough not to make a stupid mistake like that, but it would be bad nonetheless. Kalie didn't want to interrupt Graves searching for the human that screamed by his specific talent for blood. If anything, it's one reason she stayed away from him when it was a game since he would have tracked her to the ends of the game world. ' Hopefully, he can find a human that screamed with what he usually does. No matter, I will be ready to use my Scythe to help if they need it.' Kalie thought to herself. She tried to develop a small plan to use her Scythe but other than wielding it regularly without its spells. The Labyrinth of a maze was hell on Kalie's legs since she's now running instead of walking. She had hoped they would find that person who screamed that bone-chilling scream. As long as she's with Graves, Rael, and Alja, they will get out of this Labyrinth of a maze sewer and deal with the rat's nest. It is to get the reward at the end of the tunnel, talk to Kazuma again, and tell him that she changed her mind about the decision she made previously. Kalie kept her eyes peeled for any different types of bodies compared to all the dire rat corpses. She was thinking about all the things she would do after getting done with this sewer, and explicitly taking a bath would be good. It causes Kalie to think of smells that were much more pleasant than what she has to deal with right now. ' Ugh, I would rather smell flowers than this sewer anymore.' Kalie thought to look of disgust on her face besides what is going on outside. In contrast, to her thought patterns of the yucky sewer, she tried to stay focused on Graves and the others behind her.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "...so since texting isn't a thing we're gonna have to do a lot of... what was that called?" Alex's features froze, a look that combined disgust with the expression people made just as something was about to collide with their face. "Networking. Eugh." It concerned him with how automatic of a process it had been to tolerate Thorinn's newfound dreadful atmosphere. Not adapt or thrive, but tolerate. He chalked it up to having come out of a mortal situation covered head to toe in most available bodily fluids. The old Alex that found crowds of people annoying was no longer present, instead replaced by a more weathered man that found relief in strolling past bustling streets towards his destination. "Is it weird if sewers don't sound that bad to me anymore? I got covered in blood back in the dungeon and that was probably worse than, uh, whatever you'd call the stuff down there. The monsters are easier too." Then again, it was hard to accurately rank preferences now that the entire game had changed. "Oh, but smells are one-hundred percent in game now." Their slower pace hadn't just been as a result of the increased foot traffic. For Alex at least, his surroundings carried a newfound sense of weight to them. Thorinn's many houses and establishments didn't feel like expensive props anymore, but actual buildings with owners and histories. Every road and signpost and stall felt the same way. It ocurred to him how little he knew of this city-state in comparison to a real world location, and how he'd have to make an active effort to start memorizing names to get around. These thoughts and more flashed sporadically in his brain as they walked along. He'd usually try and fail to keep them to himself, but he figured Seele would understand. She seemed like the type, those people who were good with other people, the ones that were a godsend for awkward guys like him."I've gone through here so many times, but now it keeps feeling like the first. It's hard to explain. Like this place isn't just one giant toy anymore." The same oddly specific look spread across his face again. "Hmm."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The fight was over before it'd even begin, torn apart by a pillar of frozen death. A burst of healing energy from one'a the chumps they'd rescued ran through Graves' shoulder: bones were set, tendons reattached, skin stretched and scarred over. And the pain dulled in a wave of foreign adrenaline. Over too quickly. No time to savor. Irritation. "Couldn't start with that?" Graves grumbled to Alja as she went to check on the lowbies. He regretted his tone even as he said it. Fate would deem it the last thing he'd say to her. A rumbling like the growl of a giant filled the tunnels. It may have started distant, quiet, but it grew cacophonous in just a matter of seconds. Somebody was shouting but their voice was lost in the storm of onrushing water. No time to get out of the way. No time to haul ass to one of the side tunnels. Just long enough to stare ahead and wonder where it would sweep him away. He'd drown, right? Drown in shit water and wake up in his shitty apartment just long enough to go brain dead? It was kind of a hilarious image... in a macabre, terrifying sorta way. Take in one last breath. Turn bad shoulder into the water- already fucked anyway. Shut eyes, tuck chin to chest. All he had time to do before he felt it slam into him. Water moving that fast was less like a liquid and closer to a concrete wall. It knocked all the air out of his lungs in an instant. His shoulder dislocated again. Feet left the ground, and he was spinning. Dragged backward for several seconds before he felt his weight jerked downward by something else- gravity. Free fall into the unknown. A disgusting rush of sewer water filled his mouth just as everything went black.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Alja opened her mouth to throw a snarky remark back at Graves for his criticism of the way she'd handled the fight—some of us are trying not to use too much magic so we don't burn ourselves out, vampire boy, or something like that—but...no time. There was no time. The sound began as a distant gurgle, but swiftly filled her ears, and she only recognized a moment before she saw it what it was. Shit. She estimated she only had a few seconds before the water hit her. Really, she was lucky she was taking care of the newbies; it put her much farther from the looming tide. It had already swept past Rael and Graves, carrying them towards her all too quickly. She had no time to grab them before the water would be on her as well. So instead, she grabbed the hands of two of the lowbies, running as fast as she could towards the precipice and hoping the rest would follow her. Stomping her foot one last time, she accreted a narrow platform of ice beneath the drop-off, where with any luck the fast-moving water wouldn't strike with full force, and nearly tossed Yasmin and the white haired girl at it. "GO!" With any luck, they'd get down there in time, and with any luck, it'd hold. That done, she turned back to the wall of water now only feet from her. No time for anything else. Unless... She couldn't see Rael through the swampy, shitty water, but there was Graves, careening towards her. He'd been knocked head over ass, and she sucked in a breath. He'd have a hard landing. But she... She poised herself on the edge and sucked in a final deep breath, everything in her screaming to not do what she was about to do. Then, as Graves was hurled past her, she threw herself at him, locking him in her armored embrace as they fell towards the water beneath. She hoped for just a moment that he was conscious, or if not, that he regained consciousness soon. And then, as she plummeted towards the water, she breathed in. And she Stood Firm. Her vision flickered into shades of gray and her eyes followed suit, burning with a terrible monochrome light. She turned her head—the limit of the movement that Stand Firm permitted—and counted the seconds down until she hit the water. With any luck, she'd absorb enough of the impact for Graves to walk it off. Looked like there was a ramp at the edge there that she could haul him out from. Least one thing was going right. If it had just been a cistern with no edge, she probably would've been sunk. Figuratively and literally. 3... 2... 1... She closed her eyes. Zero. The sound of the impact was tremendous as she shattered the surface of the water. Her Stand Firm broke, and she gagged as the cascade of shit-water pummeled her into the lake, squirming into her mouth and filling it with the taste of sewage. She screwed her eyes shut tighter as she forced herself to move forwards with Graves still gripped tightly to her chest, blindly kicking even as she sank deeper. Her lungs began to feel the pressure, and there was nothing beneath her still as her armor dragged her down into the filthy pool. Then the arms that wrapped Graves—still limp, and Alja feared the worst—bumped into something. There! Slogging through the sewer water, she hauled herself up the broad ramp one agonizing step at a time until she placed Graves (unconscious for sure) on his back on the relatively safe stone next to the pool, fighting the urge to collapse as she checked him, tilting back his head and neck. A thin stream of rancid water leaked from his mouth. Oh thank God. He's breathing. She sat heavily next to him, thankful that she wouldn't need to give emergency breaths to Graves of all people. That sounded embarrassing for both of them.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Drox Fraternity House - The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex gave a stiff wave to the wayfarer ahead of him, only to realize the greeting had been meant for Seele. It hadn't been the first time this happened. With his tongue nervously clamped between his teeth, he hoped no one noticed again. He'd done a decent enough job at making an impression on the rest of the wayfarers and denizens, so it didn't bother him after the fact. He was the sort of person people approached for idle chatter and a pleasant evening rather than any serious advice or consolation, so he didn't have much experience with the members of their faction that wore the more concerning expressions on their face. He followed Seele toward the attendant, taking in the sea of yawns, bad posture, and unkempt clothing. As he saw tired faces on some of the more particularly imposing wayfarers, his quip about bad habits rang in his mind. These were now human beings with human flaws, not only failing to keep themselves presentable or sleep properly but having to deal with circumstances that threatened both of those things on a daily basis. He couldn't feel anything but sympathy for them. "Good morning!" said Alex. His voice trailed behind hers, focus diverted to a particularly nasty tear in some woman's cape. He'd no doubt be end up doing repairs again in the event their workload didn't involve any travel.</s>
<\|description\|>Alexis Barnett I R L Age - 20 Place of Origin - Alberta, Canada Occupation - Freelance artist A V A T A R Character's Name - Alex Pathos Affiliation - Drox Role - Ranged DPS Profession - Craftsman Weapon of Choice - Bow Domains - Wind / Conjuration, Enhancement - P E R S O N A L I T Y Frenetic With a pep to his step and a patter permanently engraved in his speech, Alex is the sort of person to always be doing something, and desperately crave doing something whenever nothing's going on. His impatience and eagerness can sometimes get the best of him, but he sees them as a double-edged sword, with many of the best moments in his life originating from decisions with no foresight involved. His hobbies are hands-on, creative activities that reign him in well. Carpentry, plastic arts, sewing, anything that gets the gears in his brain spinning and keeps him busy. Frank Alex likes to talk. A lot. It's something not everyone discovers, as he is outstandingly awkward during first encounters. The people who've stuck around, however, eventually realize he doesn't have a voice in his head telling him to stop. He overshares, states what shouldn't be stated, and asks all the questions someone his age would agonize over but ultimately suppress out of a fear of looking foolish. None of this is ever done intentionally, he just marches to the beat of his own drum. Adaptable Not everyone can dive into the world of freelance art and make a decent profit, and not everyone can toss themselves into the commercial thunderdome of a virtual reality game and come out friends with various NPC denizens and enough money to leave the combat to his brother's guild half the time. Alex's impulsive ideas aren't easy to trust from an outsider's perspective, but he finds himself succeeding where others would fail through high energy and a good work ethic. Conflict with others rarely bothers him as well, and he often finds himself spearheading cooperation with the people he's warmed up to. B E N C H M A R K S I can't die if they don't hit me, buddy Rather than protect himself with anything bulky, Alex has instead opted to use a combination of light armors, long range attacks and solid athleticism as a means of avoiding damage. This newfound athleticism, consisting of speed and reflexes, helps him duck and weave through blows that would have otherwise sent him soaring. Jack of all arts and crafts Alex's craftsmanship had already been passable prior to his introduction to Pariah, but the game has now given him ample time and resources to cut loose. While not an expert in any one field, he's found a niche making light armor and robes. The finished pieces aren't on the same level of glamour as what other crafting wayfarers can offer, but hey, it works. Quantity over quality Alex's signature ability is being able to fire arrows in disturbingly rapid succession, tearing opponents to shreds. This leaves him vulnerable when taken to machine gun-like extremes, however. His combat style plays off this ability for the most part, favoring fast and powerful arrows over anything slow. Heads or tailwinds His domain over wind allows him to rely on small bursts of it in and out of combat. Whether helping him jump a bit higher or throw off a lighter opponent's balance, he's managed to find couple of utilitarian uses for it besides thrusting his arrows. \| Physical Description Alexis Barnett's appearance had always been underwhelming and… begrudging, to sum it up in a word. Brown hair kept at medium length as a concession with the rest of the world, minimal cosmetics, the occasional cardigan or modest skirt in between rows of jackets and jeans. Shirts, too, followed a similar goal. Shirts that a woman would reasonably wear, at a size baggy enough to conceal a small bust. Accessories, if any, were always tossed on haphazardly, as last minute additions spurred less by their wearer and more by questioning family and friends. That's not to say they were a bad thing. You could wear the baggy and dull clothing you wanted, Alex discovered, if you wore enough pink jewelry to shut people up. Alex has been pessimistically aware of his appearance since adolescence, so it's no surprise to see that his avatar in Pariah has a lot in common with his real self, from his height and frame down to the color of his hair and eyes. His features could be described as "pleasantly average", a likely result of him wishing to not stand out and blend in. Within Pariah he dislikes wearing anything that restricts his movement and regularly wears comfortable merchant's clothing, as it's extravagant enough to signal his wayfarer status to others without having to adopt any of the flashy accessories everyone else seems to be so fond of. Pariah's avatar system was keen enough to pick up on Alex's true feelings and assign him a male body, a contrast to real life. That ended up being a fun thing to explain to his brother Logan. Or in his own words, "Shit." Character Conceptualization While it could be said that the bulk of Pariah's playerbase had been well acquainted with the conventions of video games, Alex was an exception. Dragged into it by his older brother, he accepted with lukewarm enthusiasm, more interested in the prospect of untouched nature or trying his hand at art made through a new kind of medium. Logan would do the embarrassing tryhard LARP shenanigans he always did with his friends whenever a new competitive game came out, and Alex would go for walks in the woods and do medieval arts and crafts. That had more or less been the plan, until Logan dragged Alex into another one of his games again, the world of PvE. Under his care, Alex learned the ins and outs of the "glasscannon" "ranged DPS" "kit" his brother orchestrated for him, with the understanding that Alex would leave for a guild more suited to his interests past a certain point. Despite his initial insecurities he adapted quickly to Pariah. He focused on crafting armor to support himself financially, on the days he wasn't being made to train or serve as an auxiliary member to their guild's activities. Mostly robes for the magically inclined, but he began stepping into leathers and furs as he grew bored of doing too much of the same thing. In time, he began to make a name for himself among the denizens and wayfarers of Pariah. It felt silly to admit it, but he was starting to understand his brother and every other player that was using the game to live their biggest fantasies. Having so many people finally appreciate your art, even if it was mostly just clothing after a while, was a thrill he had never anticipated. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Conjuration fletching Conjuration ability that allows the user to create an arrow out of arcane energy for next to no energy expenditure. This ability can be "charged" to create a stronger arrow, but is slightly more demanding as a result and requires more time to employ. Forest hunter Conjures a heavier arrow with a tip that expands into a net. Can trap entities that are roughly humanoid and smaller for a limited amount of time. The conjured net dissipates after receiving enough damage. Blowback roulette Envelops the user in a small shield of wind for a very brief moment. Any projectile or magic attacks that hit them during the shield's duration will instead transfer into the ability of their next arrow. Heads or tailwinds A burst of powerful high-velocity wind channeled from the user's body. Used to make an arrow travel faster and hit harder, or simply help the user move. Can be used to throw an opponent off-balance, although physical contact is mandatory for this. Can be channeled for longer-lasting effects, with the consequence that it will exhaust its user far more. Other Information Although technically a member of his brother's guild, there's friction between its competitive bloodthirsty members and Alex, who only joined to learn the ropes. Alex is expected to leave after having proven himself capable enough. \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" Rael gave a clever little retort just before walking away. She was good at deflecting. Good at hiding what was going on inside that thick skull of hers. It made Graves' blood boil. He could spill his guts to her and it could wash off her back like nothing at all. What was he supposed to get out of that? How was he supposed to interpret it? Maybe he hadn't expressed himself well. Maybe he didn't know how to turn the mayhem in his mind into words others could understand. What he'd actually said was almost cruel in its incoherence. Aggressive, contradictory, more a vomit of raw emotion than a conversation starter. But he meant it. He meant it, even if he didn't know how to say what he meant. 'Like you really know what you were even gettin' at,' he sneered. All he'd accomplished was pulling her closer with one hand while pushing her away with the other. It was like he'd forgotten how to be sincere. Like he'd woken up from a years long, narcissism-fueled haze that had stripped him of all memory of how to be a decent human being. Things were easier when he was on his own. Life was simple. Hard, perhaps, yet uncomplicated. Then he met seven idiots in a video game and everything went to hell. Graves had hoped things would be easier after that first week's...events...were behind them. They knew he cared about them, right? Maybe he hadn't said it to all of them, but he shouldn't have to. Not to her. Did his actions not make it clear enough? "Fine," Graves drew Alja's knife from his belt and started toward the tunnel entrance, desperate for some way to blow off steam. "Let's go kill ourselves more rats."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Despite the unproductive conversation, Kazuki decided he would take a little time to better organize his thoughts. He hadn't considered the impact on the environment the players would have, let alone the fact that the world would start to push back against them. It was a problem that was only going to escalate the more time went on. He almost regretted his vote, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his first instinct was to shove that thought deep down--he was too much of a coward to properly address that at the moment. Placing down the box of supplies, he let out a long sigh. It didn't look like Kazuma had come back just yet, though he might've been worried if he had locked himself in his room again. Wait a minute, if he was receiving the notice here, what about his other homes? He couldn't speak for any of them except for the one he loaned out to Hammer, but he figured she was kind enough to take care of it until he could show up over there. Most of his wealth was over there, too, now that he thought about it. All he needed to do was pay...whatever they wanted him to pay here to secure his home here and he could pay Hammer back since he had been planning on compensating her. Unfortunately, he would have to consider his other homes a loss. They were all furnished, but he only made one Grand Piano here and that was easily the most valuable item he made. Now that he thought about it, what was he going to do about income? He mostly performed for tips, but if the NPCs were negative about adventurers, then that money was probably going to dwindle. He did have a good amount here, but until he got back out there, he knew it wouldn't last more than a few months if he supported everyone, maybe more if he really started to pinch yen. He could definitely go back to crafting, but without Hammer's guild, he was probably going to have to start from the bottom. Staring down at the potions with contempt, Kazuki rolled his eyes. "This is actually stressing me out," He grumbled, his hand shaking his hair as he tried to get his thoughts together. No, this was something he was going to have to speak to everyone about at some point. He set about putting everything in place, stowing the box away just in case. The extra potions would eventually come in handy if he would stop being such a coward. Stepping out of his home, he made sure to lock the door before looking around, trying to decide where to go. He supposed he may as well try to find someone. --- ---</s>	<\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Drox Fraternity House - The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The pipe smoke trailed as lazy ribbons a mere head's length from Alex, and he made a conscious effort to ignore both them and the odd team name Taasha had puffed out. She had been a hard woman to read, communicating entirely through her words rather than a face so calm and pale it was corpselike. As she spoke it ocurred to Alex just how appropriate for the job an unaffected demeanor like that was. Hostile breakdowns, investigations, words that felt at home wrapped around dark smoke all permeated the air with dread. It was the sort of talk you'd hear on the news or a gruesome television show, now accompanied by a pipe instead of a cigarette. Thinking on the events from a different perspective, the confusion and disorder seemed to be a breeding ground for situations like this. He refused to say it out loud, but it seemed like things were only going to escalate from here on. "Too much noise," he grumbled. The collective outburst of wayfarers had established a ever present fog that no previous investigator had been able to cut through. The kind that he struggled with even before the phrase Pariah Online had become a regular part of his lexicon, now amplified. One on one interviews would probably be worthless in a situation like this. They'd need some way to cover more ground, make bigger connections. He let Seele gather the most useful of the papers before thumbing through and keeping a couple to himself. He focused on the initial insights, the kinds of thoughts investigators had jotted down before developing the tunnel vision that probably kept them from drawing any larger conclusions. Or at least, it was what he theorized. "Mmph," he said, agreeing with Seele's compliments. "This is all good stuff. I think I'm getting some ideas already." He ventured a gaze into Taasha's eyes, only to be met with unmoving amber suns that drilled holes into his skull. He turned away reflexively. Baby steps. "Extra hands, perfect. I think I know how we can take this on."</s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie was outside of the Wayfarer's Retreat, watching people entering it, remembering that she should actually go into it. It is mostly because she is apart of the raid group to the dungeon that opened outside of the city. She didn't like announcing her presence to many people since it's better to be quiet and stealthy, like what she usually does. Therefore, she gently opens the doors to the Wayfarer's Retreat, and it always amazes her this place kind of looks ran down and needed a bit of a renovation. ' Hopefully, that Giantess isn't here yet...' Kalie thought to herself, without scanning around the room. She scanned around the room and noticed the Giantess herself sitting at a table near the smug bitch of a tank and deeply sighed in annoyance. Her hope was dashed instantly, but everyone has their chance in the sun. She did see others who didn't enjoy entering the Wayfarer's Retreat because of her infamy in the Pariah Online. All she did was wave to everyone in the place and quietly walked to the table with Alja and Rael. "Aha, what a pleasant surprise to see you two, healthy. How long has it been since we've been together in a raid or spoken to each other?" Obviously, her snobbish noble act was leaking throughout her words. Her ignorance was bleeding through, or it could be something more. She took the third seat out of four at the table and looked a bit at Alja with a, please don't look on her face. However, she did know who did contact her with a proposal; it was the bastard Aaginim. " A helpful guy, it seems Aaginim is. I couldn't refuse the call since how am I able to get what I want to create the finest clothes or leather armor… Ugh, everyone has their price for something." In her voice, she didn't see eye to eye with Aaginim, but it's better than sitting still and doing nothing. Kalie then remembered she hadn't reintroduced herself if they were going off following her outright roleplay as a kind of a snobby bitch of a noble. " Always a virtue is saying your name, my name is Kalie Augustine, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." It was one thing she likes to do even though the rowdy one was here and loud and annoying, as usual. She has other goals in mind, but some other type of fun can always be done. " Oh yeah, I should really get a drink, Waitress can I have what everyone else is having?" She asked nicely towards one of the waitresses walking around in Wayfarer's Retreat. It wouldn't be a good idea not to have something to drink. ' I do hope, Alja doesn't touch me because it would tick me off a bit.' She thought in her head while staring up at the ceiling slightly. It always annoys her that Alja is so physically touchy, so she decided to do her patented smile. The smile was a bit more sinister than usual. Kalie wondered how the two would react to it, probably each with different reactions.</s> <\|message\|>Alexis Barnett Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Alex had been something of an outlier in his brother's guild ever since the start of his adventures in Pariah. Logan and co. were actual gamers, with years and even decades of experience under their belts. Alex was sure they'd already been acquainted with this world more than the real one, geography and history and women and all. Their little PvE guild had taken Alex in as an auxiliary member under his brother's request, and he could tell he was starting to overstay his welcome. But no more. This mysterious dungeon would be his rite of passage, the proof that he was finally able to stand on his own two feet. Even as he took tense steps towards the faction hall, fantasies of finally earning everyone's respect ran through his mind. This little stint would be a secret to them until he got out of that dungeon a changed man. His arms stretched outwards, and he gently opened the door to the retreat as he beamed with joy. His hands, adorned with beautiful gauntlets matching his elegant archer's attire, made sure to gingerly close the door behind him so as to make a wonderful first impression. And then he saw the other wayfarers. Muscles. Big, bulging, scary muscles. Weapons a size men couldn't- and shouldn't have been able to wield, weighing more than Alex did. Tankards of beer being raised to hardened faces. Even the ones that weren't ginormous carried an identical level of swagger, with some intimidating facial expression or bizarre weapon on their person. Conversations were happening, not very pleasant ones if their tones were anything to go by. A nerve-wracking sight, definitely. But he was dead set on doing this. "Uh... hey guys! We're all here for the raid thing right?" He asked, getting close to the surprisingly large group with a hop to his step. He pulled his chair out slowly, so as to not damage the floor by scraping it harshly, and sat with a grin on his face.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- This was quite a gathering. Seele was used to large groups. Plenty of the raids she'd participated in were full-house clears, and she'd spent a considerable amount of time around strangers, who had only really remained strangers as long as it took them to get acquainted. Still, this wasn't her normal gig. Seele had never trailblazed new content before. Sure, she'd never been far behind, but arriving on day one to raid alongside seasoned veterans was out of her normal wheelhouse. In a way though, it was at least a bit familiar. None of them were new, but in the same way, none of them had ever encountered this dungeon before. Progression raiding was different, but perhaps it could still be exciting. With graceful steps, Seele entered the Wayfarer's Retreat and surveilled the players present. Sure enough, she didn't recognize a single one, at least from personal experience. Plenty of them she'd seen plastered on various leaderboards for all sorts of content, both PvE and—she shuddered—PvP, but as best she could recall, Seele had never partied up with any of them. Good, she thought happily. New faces. New friends. In the back of her mind she had doubts, still, about coming to something like this. She wasn't normally welcome at new content, especially brand new content, and it unsettled her a bit. Already she could hear the complaints. "Where's your off-damage?" "Wait she doesn't even have any healing spells!" Bro if this chick doesn't start actually playing she's getting kicked." No, no. No. She was being pessimistic. Seele was more than capable of contributing to this raid, and that aside, there were likely plenty of healers as well. This was going to go just fine, and if it didn't, she was sure they'd get it eventually. Not far away, a few of those distantly-familiar faces were converging. She recognized a couple of them as tanks—with somewhat unsavory reputations, she thought, but oh well. Others she didn't know at all, but they were quickly making themselves memorable. One titan of a woman was making a show of drinking and cajoling with the red-headed girl. With them was another girl who seemed to be something of a chatterbox. That was nice, Seele loved listening to people talk. All of the wayfarers here probably had mountains of stories to tell, and were she a woman with less self-control, she might have just gone around asking after all of them. Mi...ssy... But there would be time for that later, maybe even in the dungeon itself. Perhaps they'd be split into smaller groups, which would certainly make getting to know her team easier. For the moment though, she took a seat at a longer table and set down a small woven box atop it. From within she pulled a small stack of sandwiches, along with a little hand-drawn sign that said: "Lesser feasts! All it costs is a smile!" The buffs her food offered would be negligibly-minor, and might not last very long into the dungeon if they didn't depart soon, but she liked to offer them anyway. Food could taste just as good inside Pariah as it did outside, and while Missy herself wasn't much of a cook, Seele…well, alright, Seele had bought most of the recipes from low-level vendors, but darned if she hadn't put the sandwiches together herself.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] The strum of the lute came naturally to Kazuki, the hum on his lips leading to a quaint melody. It was a small song and dance, but one that had drawn in the attention of nearly everyone on the road. In hindsight, perhaps he should have had more appropriate clothing, but as always it was less about what he looked like and more about the results. It was an old folk song, one of the first he had ever learned to play, but the difference between strumming keys and strumming strings were two completely different experiences. That said, the result was the same: music. At the last note, there was a polite applause from the few that had stuck around to watch, finishing up as Kazuki came up from his bow. The sound of a few coins (or whatever the currency was called, he always forgot) entering his inventory nearly muted the tone indicating he had a message and took a second to fiddle around with the console. Whoops, he had definitely lost track of time. If it was up to him, he'd use all of his free time to perform--there was nothing like piecing together notes to pass the hours--but unfortunately the main focus of the game was dungeons and battle, which meant that he was usually dragged along whenever his brother called for him. After mistakenly striking up a conversation with a nonplayer character and ending up at the wrong place, Kazuki had done as Benkei suggested and actually followed the waypoint. He was surprised to see a lot of people gathered already, openly looking around as he walked through the place. Was everyone here for the...what were they going to do? Explore? Scouting. Something, who knows. Eventually the familiar face stood out from the crowd, and Kazuki openly approached him. "I'm here," Kazuki said as he tapped Benkei's shoulder, taking a look around. "It looks like I'm in time for...what are we doing here again?" </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Dungeon -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- The way behind them shut with a thunderous crack, causing Graves to jump. He glanced over his shoulder quickly. 'Hope nobody caught that.' There were more nerve-inducing noises coming from above them: the hideous laughter of shadowed things, ready to pounce. If only. They activated some kind of trap in the ceiling, causing spikes to jut out and- worse still- for the whole thing to start descending toward them. There was a way forward in the form of a door on the other side of the room, yet it seemed to be locked behind some lever-based puzzle. Great. The worst parts of Pariah were always the things that could kill you but you couldn't kill them back. To make matters worse the floor seemed to be spiked up, too. Rael managed to avoid getting shish kabob'd, if only just. For all his many complaints about her, Graves couldn't doubt her speed or flexibility; nobody else in the party could replicate that maneuver. So instead he stepped up next to her and gave her a cheeky wink, "Don't you worry your pretty lil' head off. I got this." And he took a step forward onto the tile left of the one she'd checked. No trap was triggered so he put his full weight onto it, looking back at everyone else. Seele look like she was prepping to do something about the upper half. Alex had an arrow notched and ready to go at...something. But most of them were clueless. "Alright, everybody, keep in a line behind me and don't do anything stupid and we're gonna make it across just fine." Just as he was starting to go Alja tapped him on the back, muttered something, and he felt an ice cold coat of armor wrap itself around him. He just shot her a thumbs up as thanks for the assist and pressed on to the tile in front of him- A spike came flying out! He stumbled back, trying to avoid the point, only for it to catch the bottom of his boot. The tip pierced the hardened leather like a needle pierced cloth, and it kissed flesh not a moment later. Graves fell back into the arms of whoever was standing behind him, and a howl left his throat. "GAAARGH! FUCK!" It was a terrible, agonized bellow from the deepest part of his gullet. Pain shot through his foot and up his leg like he'd never felt before. Shock rocked his system. He'd been playing Pariah Online since its Japanese release, and in that time he'd suffered all manner of injury: impalement, limb loss, full-body burns. Yet none of that could compare to being nicked by one of these spikes. Confusion, panic and rage at his own stupidity flushed his mind as he stumbled on one foot, ushered to the back of the party. "What the fuck- what the fuck was that? What the fuck?!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- In that moment, Alja's thoughts mirrored Graves' words quite well: What the FUCK!? There was no pain in Pariah; not really. There couldn't be. It was a goddamn game, after all. But c'mon, Graves wasn't that good of an actor. That was real genuine panic in the man, and he was so loath to show weakness, she could only assume that it was real. Pressing her lips tightly together--business time now--she passed Graves, who'd fallen back into her, off to the rest to take care of. Kazuki could probably heal him up, hopefully without any more pain. She pulled the frost of her Tundra Glass off of Graves, back to herself to replenish her magical reserves. Then, being careful not to stray off the tile she was on, she pulled Glacier Chain off of her back, giving it a few experimental swings. She looked back and forth, making sure that there was sufficient room behind her. She let herself smile a little bit, some of the tension slacking out of her; she'd pulled this trick on pressure plates a thousand times, it felt like. Then she heaved the enormous flail over her head and slammed it into the floor with a wordless bellow. Her conjuration shot out through the weapon, and with a sound like a pane of glass breaking, a river of ice flowed out over the floor like quicksilver, sinking into the cracks between the tiles and freezing fast, covering it in a thin layer of ice. It passed Seele's barrier, reaching the door at the end in a little less then five seconds before halting, creating a narrow path no more than two feet wide. She tentatively stepped forward, putting her weight on the tile. There was a faint crackling sound and she tensed to throw herself back, but then it settled and held. She let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, and then stood. Oddly shakily, actually. She was used to the concept of fatigue in Pariah--magic needed a limit, after all, and that was a pretty good-sized conjuration spell, one that she only had enough fuel for one or two of in her at any given time--but she'd never felt like this, even after a whole dungeon. She grimaced. Pain. Heat. Fatigue. Smell. This was not looking good. Then--because of course--just as she stepped forwards, something in the floor shifted, and there was a sound of grinding gears. And in front of her eyes--just past her feet--a veritable forest of spikes lanced up through the floor, punching holes through her ice like it wasn't there and shattering it to shards of mist and magic. Every spike. Everywhere. Jesus Fixer Christ. She backed up out of instinct, eyes wide and mouth suddenly dry. "Well. That...was unexpected."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] The closing of the door behind him wasn't particularly weird--he had definitely accidentally triggered some traps before while looking for minerals, much to Robin's exasperation--but Seele's scream had definitely cause Kazuki to jump unwillingly. He slowly turned towards the now giggling mage, a little exasperated that she had managed to completely spook him. Everyone was on edge as it was, they really needed to keep their heads on their shoulders. He took in a deep breath to slow down his racing heart, trying to look around. The one torch didn't really illuminate the room, unfortunately, so he was sure they'd have to do something to deal with whatever they needed to to get out of here. Seele took care of the ceiling easily enough, her spell seemingly slowing down the spikes above them. Good, one less thing to worry about, even if they still had the floor to worry about. Truth be told, Kazuki was a little more worried about those than the ones above--at least they could see those. Maybe they could just step on the corners? He would have to see one pop out to judge, but being the torchbearer meant he was probably going to have to be the one to test things out. Or at least he thought he would before Graves' howl of pain scared him. Kazuki jumped again, giving the guy an incredulous look. What was with the overdramatic show? Maybe getting hit by the spike had frightened him, but geez, if another person randomly screamed, his blood pressure was probably going to shoot up. As Graves hopped back, however, Kazuki swore he saw something drop from his injured foot. He couldn't say for sure, but he had to temporarily pocket his book as he grabbed the guy by the arm, clumsily helping him as he knelt down. Moving the torch to his foot, Kazuki froze as he saw something he had never seen before in this game. "Blood..." The word barely passed his lips, shock taking over for a moment. But since when did this sort of thing happen? Didn't the game usually numb effects like this? The blood had been the first thing he noticed but admittedly it was the last thing on his mind, Kazuki studying Graves' foot intensely. Pressure, he needed to apply pressure, but the next sound of ice cracking caught his attention. Apparently Alja had tried to create a path of ice, but the floors weren't a fan of her clever plan. Every pressure plate activated and several spikes had cracked through. As much as he wanted to help with the riddle, he figured he was best doing what he was here to do. Digging around in his bag with his free hand, he managed to pull out an odd-looking metal piece, though as he unfolded it, it became a cresset. Setting the torch on it, he rummaged through his bag again and pulled out a long bandana. First things first, stop the bleeding, he needed to get that foot out of there in case of infection. Because if there was bleeding now, he was willing to bet sliding in infection was probably something done by the sadist that decided to add pain to all this. Without asking for permission, Kazuki hastily unstrung the boot, cautiously sliding it off. "Oh, shit," He couldn't stop himself from muttering as he saw the wound in full. No wonder Graves had yelled, that wound looked like it hurt. With both hands free, he went to pull out his book, but hesitated. No, Graves was right here, his Healing Touch would be best used right now. Placing his hand near the wound, a green glow came as he concentrated. His free hand traced the wound, working slowly. By the time he was done, Graves' wound was healed, and Kazuki was left with a bloodied hand. He couldn't believe what he was looking at, not realizing he was shaking until he formed a fist. He made sure to wipe his hand on a spare cloth, trying to get his head back in the game. Taking the bandana, he wrapped it around Graves' healed foot, making sure the bottom had the bulk of the material, and slid on his boot. "Kazu--" His voice initially came out as choked, but he cleared his throat before trying again. "B-Benkei, guys, be careful, there's...something's different." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: Kazuki's Home-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It took him some time to compose himself. But he did. It was thanks to his older brother that Benkei felt that he had to keep going. After all, this world was now playing for keeps, and he had to make sure his brother survived. He would not let Kazuki die. He'd failed the others, but he could not fail his family. "Come on," he muttered to Kazuki, as he slowly got dressed. He wasn't wearing his normal armor; though in the back of his mind, he thought he should. They'd also need to consider their health now. If they could die, it meant they could get sick. They could starve. Disease killed just as many people in the middle ages as wars did; and Benkei was certain that without proper hygiene, cleanliness and precautions, many of the wayfarers stuck in Pariah would perish within a year. "There's a lot we need to do." He needed to meet with the others. Every wayfarer he met, he needed to talk to. Most of the players in Pariah were older. They were students and adults with different skills. And if they were going to be stuck here in this world, they'd need to use everything possible to their advantage. Doctors, nurses and pharmacologists could devise medicines, engineers and mechanics could build more advanced tools and machines. While they lacked the technology from their own world, they did not lack the knowledge. And the first group of people that would meet with him, that would talk these things out? They were his party members. He failed Aaginim, Enos and Atlas. He failed Luci. But he wouldn't fail everyone else. He was so obsessed with himself, that when he finally laid eyes on Kazuki's books, he looked at his brother. "Kazuki, are you planning on studying medicine here?" "My healing has its limits, apparently," Kazuki replied, lightly rubbing his temples. "The rules have changed, so at this point I've decided to cover all my bases. If I understand the human body and my magic better, I can be more effective." "It looks like we both have the same idea then. I want to meet with the others, and other players as well. There's a lot of information here in this world, but we all have skills and knowledge from the real world as well. If this place is anything like the normal world, we're going to need medical knowledge, engineering knowledge and other expertise." Kazuki scowled at the mention of engineering, albeit he seemed to agree with everything else. After a few seconds of pause, he let out a small sigh. "Banding together, huh?" He seemed to be looking far away, a small frown on his face. "Think they'll be open to the idea?" "If they want to live, they'll have to. The average lifespan of a person back in the 1800s was roughly 30 years. That was the average life span everywhere. If we want to avoid dying in this game, we'll need all the help we can get. And right now the first place is with those that will listen: namely our party members." For a second, Kazuki was uncharacteristically quiet, even for him. He opened his mouth once or twice to talk, but he seemed to struggle with his words. Finally, he asked, "You don't think they'd be with Luci?" "They could be. She may not listen. But I think some will. Alex, Graves, Rael, Seele, even Kalie. I think they'd be open to listen to us. I bet even Prisilica and Leaves would listen. Luci? Probably not." He was unsure about Alja. If she stayed by Luci's side, she could demand them leave. But he had to try and reach out to them. He needed all the help he could get. The two brothers gathered their things and made their way to The Laughing Worg. Benkei hoped that people would listen. In his mind, working together was their only hope for survival.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: The Innhouse, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Time and a hot bath helped ease the nightmare. The scars were old ones, yet they felt as raw as the ones he'd earned just yesterday. He washed them all the same. It was odd how quickly he'd adjusted to the feeling of pain in Pariah; he'd gone from losing his shit to shrugging it off in, what, a couple'a hours? He had to wonder if being Graves had helped with that. Pain was his build's forte, after all. It was a curiosity to mull over, at least, as he got ready for the day. He climbed out of the bath only to find that the one pair of clothes he owned were shredded and stained beyond saving. The armor would need maintenance, too. He'd gotten the suit commission way back in Theremia a lifetime ago. It wasn't like most armor. It needed a specialized touch. There was a particular shop in town dealt in lamellar that he'd drop it off at on his way to the Worg. The night he'd spent there was a blur, if he was honest. He'd gotten blackout drunk with Alja trying to forget the dungeon and its horrors. It hadn't worked, but the two of them'd had a blast anyway. Graves grinned to himself remembering the pieces he could. She'd told a lot about herself- far more than he'd given back. Should he call her Kelly when they met up again? 'Would that be weird?' After scrounging through what few belongings he had on him, Graves came up with the needle and thread to make his pants wearable and a vest that would- for now- function as a shirt. Clothes shopping was on the TO-DO list too, he supposed. That got a groan out of him. He could barely be bothered to buy new socks in the real world. Why'd it have to follow him here, too? Just before he stepped out into the street he tried to pull up his console one more time. Nothing. It'd been a full day and they hadn't heard a peep from the game masters. Try as he might, Graves just couldn't shake the feeling that they were in for the long haul. 'Right, adapt. Okay.' The trip to the Worg was approximately twelve steps across the street, but he took a brief detour toward the Town Square to finish up his chores first. He had some things he wanted to purchase if they were going to be here awhile, on top of everything else he'd already mulled over. And then he ran into something else he couldn't stop thinking about. "You a monkey now or somethin'?" Graves called up to Rael. "If you're not too busy bein' a do-nothing, I got some errands to run. Wouldn't mind the company."</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: City Streets, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "You a monkey now or somethin'?" The red-haired girl held her pencil in her hand as she turned her head. Of all of the people to notice her relaxing in the shade. She smirked, as she looked Graves over in what she supposed was his normal clothes. Her smirk almost fell when she noticed the lines of his vest, or particularly how defined he was underneath his armor. Normally, she would've answered a question about being a monkey or weird or whatever, but it went right over her head as he followed it up with another inquiry. "If you're not too busy bein' a do-nothing, I got some errands to run. Wouldn't mind the company." "Geeze, he's a little forward." Hanako muttered in the back of her brain. "Not like I got anythin' better to do." She mused as she closed her sketchbook and moved it into her bags before jumping off the tree branch, landing with the dexterity of a cat. "What kind of errands?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Suddenly Kazuki was wishing he could turn invisible. He didn't think he had ever been anxious before, what the hell was this world doing to him? Then again, having to show his face to people who knew of his failure was also a first--there was a bitter thought at the back of his mind that figured at least a beating was more predictable and would eventually end. But Kazuma was right, there was strength in numbers and as disastrous as the dungeon had went, on their half, they managed. No, that was giving the group too little credit; they all survived and lived to tell the tale. And with the glitch firmly in place that was more of an accomplishment than it should have been. He had to admit he was still slightly distrustful, although he admitted he wasn't sure if there were any specific reasons or if because he was expecting them to blame him the same way Luci had. Well, there was one for sure he was uneasy with partying again: the scythe user spelled out trouble for him. She reminded him too much of Minako and he would be damned if he was stuck with someone like her again in this world. The way she roleplayed, the way she tried to apologize to him, it stirred up some uncomfortable memories that he would rather stay far away from. Then there was Rael and Graves to consider. The former had more than held her own, and Graves was a madman but effective. It was less about wondering if they would want to stick with them and more about if they weren't already scooped up by the other people that remained in the guild. Alja, too, probably, that last ice attack was really something. He supposed Alex and Seele seemed more the type to join up with them, but maybe they were more comfortable elsewhere. That said, together they had been pretty balanced. Everyone had pulled their weight considerably and synergized considering they had never partied together as a group. Initially he had been asked if he could handle healing alone and he managed. Seele was a fantastic support alongside him and he had to admit he liked working aside her even after the announcement. Still, they didn't have any long range attackers, and his healing had been proven to be subpar at best. Maybe he could work more on his offensive spells as well, he should add it to his list. Kazuki exhaled, shaking his head at himself. Why was he thinking so hard about all this? Kazuma was the one that would do all the talking, anyway. He should stick to what he knew, and that needed some serious work. His plan had been to study while all the talking was happening, he wasn't exactly a diplomat nor was he popular. Still, it left a bad taste in his mouth, he may as well put in the effort. Even if only one person decided to join them, he would count it as a success. The tavern was much more bustling than he had anticipated, but then again, every other player had wisely chosen to seek shelter in the cities. Taking a look around, he was a little relieved that he hadn't seen anyone from Mystic Prophecy. Not that it meant they weren't around, but out of sight, out of mind. He did, however, spot the familiar brunet hunched over a paper. Approaching the man, he tapped his shoulder. "Hello," He ended up greeting him. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- The snow was still falling. Kelly was standing underneath it, letting it come down upon her. She smiled. It had been a long time since she'd been up in the Grampians; not since she was just a little kid. It was beautiful. She stuck her tongue out and caught a snowflake on it, giving a little giggle. But didn't that snowflake taste weird? Oh, that's right. It was red. She wondered what caused the red coloration; she didn't know enough environmental science to ponder what kind of weird meteorological phenomenon might have caused that. Her mouth quirked, and her brow furrowed slightly. It felt like she was forgetting something. The taste of the snowflake stayed on her tongue. She was no longer smiling. The snow fell faster. Harder. It poured down upon her in almost a rain, staining her cardigan red. The tang on her tongue was even stronger now. It tasted like iron. --- Alja jolted upright, eyes wide, and barely held back a scream. Everything tasted like blood. A moment later, she slouched down, letting her head rest on an elbow. At least her head hurt less than it had, and the world was no longer wheeling around her. Thanks to Seele, probably. She looked languidly to the side. She was still there. And, a bit further on, so were the rest of their dungeoneering party. Good. At least they were staying together. She mumbled a quick "thank you, Seele," then gathered her strength and pushed herself up from the chair, stumbling a little bit as she rose to her full height. She stretched her arms, her face fixed in a frown. No more drinking. Not that much, at least. She couldn't be this nonfunctional in a game where things mattered. I need to get some different clothing on. The lining of her armor was soaked with sweat, and that really didn't help the uncomfortable Thorinn heat. She considered for a moment. What else do I have to wear? With a quick aside to Seele saying that she'd be back, she picked up her backpack and headed to the bathroom at the back of the tavern. She vaguely remembered being here a lot last night, and shifted uncomfortably before she doffed her armor and slid on whatever was the lightest clothing she had. It wasn't comfortable--nothing was right now--but at least it was less awkward to move around in. Awkwardly distributing her armor between her backpack and her hands enough that she could carry it somewhere--she didn't know where exactly, but she couldn't keep sleeping in this tavern--she walked back out to the main floor, dressed in a pale blue tunic made of something like linen over a pair of brown trousers and high leather boots. It weirded her out seeing herself in it; for most of Pariah, she'd only worn her armor. But Thorinn was so overpoweringly warm, she was sure if she'd kept wearing it she would have had a heat stroke. With the bits of her armor she couldn't fit into her backpack awkwardly balanced in her hands, she made her way out to the table, putting it down with a grunt. She felt oddly vulnerable outside of her metal shell. Giving Seele one last grateful look, she clomped her way over to the bar where Kalie sat, feeling kind of weird that she wasn't clanking as she walked. "Yo. Hell of a night, huh."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Just trying to figure out why… why Kazuki's magic didn't work." She'd had the same thought both he and Kazuki had. Of course she did. She was smart and that set her apart from many meathead players in Pariah. She went on to discuss her own theories and questions about why restorative magic didn't work like it did before. Benkei was surprised that she'd even gone to look into similar books his brother had also invested in. Smart was too imprecise a word to describe her. "You must think it's stupid of me to think like this…" The self-flaggelation wasn't uncommon for Benkei or his brother. They were Japanese, after all, and dishonor and shame were always on the tip of any serious parent's tongues. Especially theirs. "Stupid? No. Brilliant is a better word. It's something Kazuki and I have also been discussing. Why do we now feel actual sensations, like hunger, pain, and our actual senses. Why is everyone suddenly able to get drunk?" Benkei had a wild look in his eye as he pondered these existential questions. "It's like this world is a living system, but before the glitch we were only observers and casual manipulators of the world around us. Now after this glitch, we're a part of the system too. The rules that governed our magic don't apply anymore. At least, that's my theory. He looked around the room, nodding and glancing at those he knew. "How many players are still stuck in Pariah right now, I wonder. And of those players, how many of them have some useful skill or knowledge? I wonder how many players are in the medical field, or engineering field, or in a science field. We need to understand how this world works, but also we need to use the knowledge we have from the real world. If Pariah is a living system now, there are rules and laws. Laws for magic, but also laws for physics. Laws for biology. If we're going to survive in this place until they can get us out, we need to use everything we have access to." Maybe he sounded stupid. Or crazy.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Graves' arrival had been convenient and Kazuki was glad to see him. There was something about his consistency that was refreshing, even if it was accompanied by a metaphorical gut punch. Oh no, was that what everyone thought of him? Was his failure just going to follow him around forever? It was one thing for his every spare thought burying him in anxiety over it, but somehow hearing it out loud was a thousand times worse. At least Graves was open about it, what of the rest? Would they just look at him in pity? Would Alex be reminded and reject his offer? Was it his destiny to drown in his failure and be blacklisted from any parties because they want a competent healer despite him pouring over medical texts and doing his best to improve oh no what if they saw him buying the books and laughed at his attempts-- Before Kazuki would drown in his thoughts, Graves mentioned a meeting, snapping him back to reality. Yes, of course, he should take advantage of the fact that Graves had openly approached them. He was still convinced the man was probably better off with the guild but if there was any chance at him possibly being open to the idea of sticking with them, then Kazuki would be a fool to pass up the opportunity. "Actually--" Was he saying that too much? 'Actually'? No, it was happenstance. "--you're someone I wanted to talk to as well," Kazuki admitted. "I was just mentioning to Alex that his performance yesterday proved that he was someone to be trusted, and now that you're here, I'll extend that to you as well. There's no denying your skills and I understand if you feel you're better off elsewhere, but I was hoping you'd consider sticking to Benkei and I--and Alex as well, if he agrees." Even if he felt like he was repeating himself, he figured it was best to explain. But whereas he thought Alex had one approach, he thought it was best to change it up a little for Graves. Aside from not wanting to come off as repetitive, different targets required alternate methods of recruitment. That thought did not sound manipulative at all regardless of what his conscious told him. "I don't think anyone yesterday would deny your abilities and strength came to the rescue a multitude of times, and your synergy with the others was unparalleled," He continued. "I think coming together as a group would benefit everyone. The rules have changed in more ways than one, I don't think it's unreasonable to believe that there are strength in numbers. We don't know what else has changed aside from the monsters, as well as..." He trailed off as he thought back to Marianna. "...the rest of this world. When I was on my way back from the shop, a NPC approached me and spoke to me of my performances. It's not surprising that they remembered as a majority of my revenue came from them, but it was strange that she approached me first. Everything about the conversation was strange, I almost thought I was talking to another player," He shook his head, a little more determined. "Which is why I would like--why I was hoping we could also count on your support." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: The Laughing Worg -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- This was…unideal. Not only were the denizens getting involved—shockingly more involved than she'd ever seen them able to get before—but the players weren't making things any easier. One of the dungeoneers from the other day, bless his soul, was venting his frustrations in what could really only be described as an "unproductive" way. Another denizen, one of the snazzily-dressed matrons, settled him down, and Rael skulked away upstairs. … In any other circumstance, she would have taken the cue to sit back and let things simmer down, but Seele wasn't so sure anymore how long they'd have that luxury. It was plain enough to see that somehow the city and its inhabitants had changed seemingly overnight, and if tensions were this high in one tavern among people who, at least in her opinion, ought to have been able to see eye-to-eye, she couldn't imagine how raucous things were going to get elsewhere in Thorinn. Mustering up some of that high-demand-low-supply resolve, Seele pursed her lips, smoothed out her robes, and made for the stairs. She bowed her head respectfully to the matron standing there, trusting that she looked about the furthest thing from a problem as could be, then went up. Rael was sat at a table alone, with her food and her notebook and a surprising calmness on her face. Or, well, she supposed not so surprising. Seele had meant to talk to the girl earlier, to thank her for her steadfastness in the dungeon, and the helping hand she'd leant to Kalie, and also to simply talk. Perhaps she'd waited too long, or perhaps she simply wasn't interested. It didn't matter much now. … "Rael," Seele said, approaching the table slowly. Calm though she looked, the last thing Seele wanted was that clenched fist swinging her way. "I'm not here to yell, or argue. I'd just like to talk, if that's alright with you."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Wow, they agreed! A massive relief for sure, but Kazuki was so sure he was going to have to make more of a case. Maybe he undersold his diplomacy. It was a nice boost of confidence considering the last twenty four hours and he wasn't going to complain. Both men had already more than proven themselves and he felt he could trust them both. Graves' confidence would be a boon and he didn't seem as wild as he was before. Alex had already given him a good feeling and his acceptance did wonders for his nerves, even if his drinking concerned him a little. But he still trusted the two more than most, and he knew his brother would put any differences aside for the greater good. However, the same could not be said for the entirety of the group. To his dismay, Kazuma was already talking to Sif, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. And of course there was something of an argument that further cemented the thought--apparently Alja and Rael were going at it, and who was next to them but Kalie, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. As quickly as it started it ended, though he caught Siegfried going over to probably tell Rael off. He didn't even have to know what happened to guess that the 'roleplayer' had caused it. "That being said, we should be careful who we do choose to associate with. I'll be the first to admit I'm wary of certain people," Kazuki would admit that much, shaking his head. "For one, I sincerely doubt anyone from Mystic Prophecy would want to even look at me right now, let alone associate with me. For another...we should all at least try to get along. Anyone that causes issues should be avoided, no matter how innocent they look. Other players can be unpredictable, and it helps to be wary." He couldn't quite stop the bitterness in his voice at his last sentence, but he felt the need to address something Alex mentioned. "So long as we keep our heads on our shoulders and take things as they come, we can probably handle it for the most part," He replied. "We have to throw away most of the things we knew about this 'game' and treat it as reality. For some, it'll be easy. For others, not so much." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Graves didn't make a point of hiding his stares. He'd never been good at that- hiding how he felt. It'd gotten him in a hell of a lot of trouble throughout his life. Gotten more than one black eye for an off-hand comment at the wrong person. Still, he never learned. Refused to, he supposed. It wasn't like he had some idealistic attachment to naked honesty, or some high-minded reason for his stubbornness. Truth is, Andrew was just kind of a lazy asshole who could get away with showing his heart on his sleeve. Sif's dumbass brother with a name too stupid to remember was picking a fight with Rael, even after the denizen had broken up the last one and told 'em to buzz off. Was he bein' some sorta blowhard prick, defending Kalie's 'honor?' Or did he just like the look of a fight? 'Wanna knock his block off either way.' Once that altercation was broken up- by another denizen acting out of character- he watched Seele go stumbling up the stairs after Rael. That put his mind at ease. She was better at talkin' people down; he knew from experience. Something about her demeanor disarmed people. To Graves it was as much weird voodoo magic as the shit she did in the dungeon. Kazuki started talking again. Talking about being wary of certain kinds of people. About how reaching out to Mystic Prophecy would be a mistake. That made Graves' face twitch, but he didn't comment. He still hadn't shifted his gaze to look at the bard; he kept them locked on the stairs. It took him a little longer than he'd like to admit to realize who, exactly, Kazuki was talking about. "Stop pussyfooting around it." Graves all-but-snarled, his eyes snapping up to Kazuki's. "Don't have time for that schoolyard shit. You don't trust Rael, what, 'cause she's an ass? Hate to break it to ya, buddy, but so are half of us. 'N she's better than the rest of 'em, too." He paused, turning around in his seat to face Kazuki fully. A few seconds went by as he allowed himself time to gather his thoughts. "The girls from MP are good people, too. Even if Luci's been..." He sighed. It hurt to be a jerk about it, even if it was true. "Insufferable 'bout blaming us for somethin' outside our control. She's good. Not just-" Graves motioned swinging a sword. "-But, y'know, good." "Rael, Pris, the...leaf...girl. All of 'em are. Just gotta give 'em a chance to prove it. If you don't, I'm out. S'that simple." It was sort of uncomfortable being this nice for so long. Maybe he should hit Alex to balance it out?</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki had to resist the urge to roll his eyes--why in the world did Graves assume he was talking about Rael? Was he the only one that saw it? Well, Graves was all about battle and violence, maybe picking up on subtleties wasn't one of his strengths. Which wasn't a bad thing, but he supposed being diplomatic would only get him so far. While he would have chosen another word for it, Graves was right, he should be his usual blunt self. There wasn't any point in hiding his intentions, and the last thing he wanted was for him to think the wrong idea. This was definitely ironic considering he had previously hoped he wouldn't end up with either of them yesterday, but no one needed to know that. "Fair enough," He decided to be as plain as possible. "I don't believe the Augustine assassin is to be trusted. Their contributions were minimal yesterday and unlike the rest of us, doesn't seem to be able to hold it together without causing issues. Clearly she's the reason behind both altercations that had just happened; she'll bring nothing but problems going forward." Biased? Yes. But it didn't matter, no one knew enough about him to call him out on it. Rael was too valuable of a DPS to let get away anyway. He would have to figure out how to get Alja on board since the argument, but he figured so long as the troublemaker wasn't in the way, he could probably figure something out. Weeding out the weakest was probably for the best. If she wanted to spend all her time sobbing, she could do it in the safety of the town and not while they were doing things. "I know Rael has shown some personality issues in the past, but I think she's more reliable in a fight. She handled the news the best out of everyone--it's telling of her character," Kazuki continued. "I'd rather have her as an ally. She's a little reckless but it produces results." "But I have to ask," He couldn't really stop his curiosity. "Why did you think I was talking about Rael? Alja and Sieg also got into it, too." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "...Clearly she's the reason behind both altercations that had just happened; she'll bring nothing but problems going forward." "What is your damage, exactly?" Graves's hand hit the table hard enough to knock over the rest of Alex's ale. He did his best to keep from yelling. Just breathe. Big, deep breaths. Yelling was easy. He did it all the God damn time growing up. It was easy to yell- to get physical. It was a whole lot harder to keep the peace. And that was what they were arguing about, wasn't it? Keeping the peace. Building something better so nobody else had to die. "Its Kalie's fault she cried, did I get that right?" He pushed out his chair before he'd realized it, but he didn't get up. Not yet. Keep the peace. "Its her fault she watched people die and lost her shit? 'Cause I don't know if this'll come as a shock to you, Kazzy, but not everybody's been through the ringer. Not everybody's seen what I assume you n' me have. It takes normal people time to adjust." "-And you wanna talk about 'minimal contributions?" And now he was up, and a handful of words he didn't really mean were on the tip of his tongue.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- For a second, Alja just...stared. A Denizen had just...used magic. Touched her. Interacted with her. Moved her. Scolded her. Something absolutely insane was happening, apparently. So she stared blankly until Seele arrived, bringing with her a semblance of sanity, and Alja's mind clicked into gear again. Just...roll with it, I guess. She dropped her head, sighing. "I'm sorry," she offered to the innkeeper, whose name was unknown to her. "I've had a bit of a...long day," She motioned at the table where she'd been lying in a drunken daze since late last night, swallowing a lump in her throat that had formed for some reason, "but that's no excuse for disturbing the peace. It won't happen again." She listened to Kalie speaking as the assassin went on, but her thoughts were already far away. Kelly wasn't very good with people. She'd never learned to read their body language, go by the unwritten rules, figure out what she needed to do. But Alja was. And she had done all those things. She was good at social perception. And Rael's body language had...well. It had shut down. Something Alja had said had touched a nerve deep inside of the smaller woman, it seemed. And she felt horrible. As Siegfried came to sit down on Kalie's other flank, it all grew too much for Alja. She knew that Seele was better at this kind of gentle touch than she was. Rael wouldn't be keen to listen to her just then. So she bolted to a standing position and strode rapidly--if a bit unsteadily--over to the more crowded table, where some of the other survivors of the dungeon raid had begun to congregate, pulling a chair up and plopping herself down into it as their voices escalated, much like hers had. When she spoke, her voice had largely returned to normal, though there was still a touch of Scot in it. "I'm sorry y'had to see that. 'S not like me to lash out like that." Another heavy, tired sigh. "So then, what're ya discussin', and can I possibly convince ya to calm down?"</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- So much for things going smoothly. A small, tiny voice said that Kazuki should apologize. His initial assumption was completely biased and aside from an unpleasant comment before everything happened, he had no real reason for his words aside from a gut feeling. Nothing Graves said was wrong. Nothing he said was inaccurate. Well, this is probably what he got for trying to be social. He should have considered this a possibility, but he hadn't really thought Graves would get so emotionally defensive over someone not worth it. No, the best thing to do was to calm down. Apologizing was for the weak, but for the sake of unity, it was probably needed. At the last sentence, however, Kazuki's eyebrows shot up for a second before he narrowed his eyes, his eyes cold and every previous thought thrown out the window. He knew it. He knew he wasn't just being paranoid or hard on himself. He knew that this is what they'd pin on him. "I'll never forgive you." "Say it," Kazuki challenged Graves, ignoring Alja for a moment. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location:The Laughing Warg Tavern - The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Raised voices. And now Graves was on his feet, looking like he was prepared to deck Kazuki. His brother. "Excuse me-" he said quickly to Sif, realizing he had to act fast. Right now everything he'd worked for was going up in smoke, and he had no idea why. Honestly, he didn't care why. Someone was being aggressive to his family, and there was no way in hell he was going to stand by and watch this. He felt a tremor in his hands. He forced it down. He had to force it down because right now Kazuki was in trouble and he wasn't going to be a coward. He wasn't going to collapse. "Hey!" His voice rose higher than he wanted as he approached Graves' flank. "The owners already said to keep things civil in here." His voice was less calm and more tinged with anger and venom. The fact that Graves of all people was pulling an aggressive card with his brothers-his brother-of all people was already out of the question. "You need to walk away and cool your head before you cause trouble for everyone." Benkei was serious. And not serious as he had been yesterday. This was a colder serious. The kind of attitude that followed with a thrown fist. He'd been in enough fights. Lost enough too. But he'd be goddamned if he let someone push his family around.</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Laughing Worg Tavern - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Even if Luci's been insufferable 'bout blaming us for somethin' outside our control.' Graves knew he didn't believe it. He knew he was only thinking it because Kazuki was being a massive asshole and Graves knew just where to stick the knife to hurt him- that was somethin' he'd learned at home too. He knew just how to hurt somebody bad enough for it to last. He'd been watching Kazu. He watched him during the fight, watched him afterwards. Watched him at the graveside. He'd been watching the man and he knew just how much the guilt weighed him down. It was a terrible burden he'd put on himself and it was one he didn't even deserve. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Kazu had pissed him off and he needed to be hurt. Graves got close. Close enough he could whisper it. Make it dig deep. "You could'a saved-" Somebody else cut in, interrupting him. Benkei, the boy who thought he'd be king. All it took was a glance- he looked as heated as Graves felt. Everything about how he was standing, how he was speaking, how his hands trembled just a little told him their auspicious leader was ready to explode the moment he had an excuse. He turned, facing the bigger of the two. "Civil." He practically spat the word. "I'on't know what you are to Kazuki, Kazum-something, but I'd step the fuck back n' let him take responsibility for the shit he says for once in his God damn life. He's gonna apologize, or yeah, we're gonna have a problem."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] He couldn't believe he let himself get so emotional. Fighting was stupid, arguing was stupid, but there he was getting all worked up. He was supposed to be banding together, not egging on a hothead who was coming at him prepared! But for the first time in a long time, Kazuki had to admit to himself that it hurt to hear. Graves didn't even have to finish the sentence--just hearing it out loud shook him. It was cathartic in the strangest way, he couldn't wrap his head around it. What the hell was wrong with him? Why would he want to hear that? It made everything so much worse, it made it so much more real than he wanted to be. Seeing Kazuma had snapped him back to reality, recognizing the situation. For fuck's sake, this was literally the opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. And once again, it was his fault. Kazuki moved between Kazuma and Graves, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder to stop him as he looked him in the eye, shaking his head. He knew he needed to properly explain himself, to get things back on track. Not that he thought there was a point--any hope of unity was shattered because of him. He had to at least try to salvage it. "Stop," Kazuki said, his voice a little louder than intended. "Stop. Please. He's--Graves is right. It is my fault." In every possible way. Choosing to bite his tongue and feeling like it wasn't going to help anyway, Kazuki looked directly at Graves, having to resist the urge to look away. "I am sorry," He stated it clearly. "I spoke based on what little I know and a terrible first impression." And a bad second impression, and bad third impression...in an odd sense, he was right that that girl caused issues. Go figure. "This isn't what I--what we came here for," Kazuki made an effort to put things back on track. "And I'm sorry. I wanted us--all of us--to come together." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Streets - City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Rael's shouting brought him to a halt. Before he'd turned around he knew she wanted to catch up to him. Couldn't say why- she'd shown a remarkable ability to not care about other people. "Don't follow me!" Graves yelled back as he spun around. He wasn't in the mood. Wasn't in the mood to talk, or be talked at, or chewed out for his lack of manners. Anger still flowed through his veins, burning and raging like a wildfire. If he'd thought removing himself from the situation would cool him down, he'd been wrong. But Rael didn't listen- typical- and came trapezing out of the tavern's second floor to run after him. Graves had half a mind to just keep walking. He didn't. He stood there, letting his choler rise with the volume of his voice. "Are you deaf or do you just enjoy pissin' me off?" "What's your frickin' problem, tank-for-brains?" He'd spun back around before she had two words out and kept walking. Walking with long, purposeful strides in the vague direction he knew his destination to be. It was a place he'd walked by a handful of times, maybe, but Graves rarely got lost. Tracking people down was how he'd made a name for himself, after all. "I leave you for five minutes and Benkei starts shit with you? What the hell?" Her questions went unanswered for more than a minute. They just went on walking together through the crowded city streets, with Graves barreling his way through anyone stupid enough to not move aside. He still wasn't calming down. His blood pressure was through the roof. "I started the shit. S'what I do." Graves snarled. "His arrogant, self-righteous, hypocrite-of-a-brother was talkin' out one side of his mouth about teamwork n' unity n' all this other shit, and outta the other he was talkin' about abandoning Kalie 'cause she's- she's normal." Just verbalizing everything that was banging around inside his skull was enough to reheat the fire. He wasn't even trying to keep it under control at this point; he didn't care who heard him yelling. He didn't care that people were looking at him like some kinda freak. It'd all been too much. Everything. All of it was just building and building on top of each other like a tower of misery up to the heavens and Graves couldn't take it anymore. "'Cause all this scares her. 'Cause everything that's goin' on is too much. 'Cause unlike most'a our gang of losers, fuck-ups and loners, she actually has somethin' to lose." He turned his head to look at Rael over his shoulder. "Same reason you yelled at her, really." "I yelled at her because..." She paused, looking at the ground for a moment. "...because she was being annoying. Don't even know why. I snapped." "Can't stand her either. That RP shit's for kids and dorks." She sighed audibly as she rose her hand to her face as if she had a migraine. "It was... I dunno. Maybe Alja is right about me. Whatever. Not like I'd abandon anyone because they are annoying. Does Kazuki really want to ditch the weak members like that?" He echoed Rael's sigh and slowed in his walk. "I dunno. I dunno what he wants, and I didn't give him time to explain. Said a lot of shit I shouldn't have and now the group's...done. Ain't something you come back from. Better off on my own, anyway." "How lame. Giving up that easily." "Didn't take you for the kumbaya type." She rolled her eyes as she moved her hand from her face, "Never took you for the coward type." That hit a nerve. "What's going to happen to those morons without us?" And that drove it home. "God, you sound just like-" He threw up his hands and gave a frustrated groan. "-They're probably gonna charge off the nearest cliff like a pack of lemmings." She smiled, "People like us aren't supposed to be the likeable ones. If you weren't busy being so upset you'd see that. We've got a different job." They stopped walking. "You're a pain in my ass, I hope you know that." "Yeah." She moved closer looking up at him as she did so, forcing absolute eye contact. "So what're you gonna do about it?" Not one to back down from a challenge, Graves held his ground, bending his knees to get down to her level. After a beat of glaring at her he stood back up. "Still not over the ale thing- Imma get you back for it later. For now, there's work to be done."</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele tried to size him up, get a read, but the man was a sphynx. A sphynx with a dour look permanently carved into his silly, symmetrical face. Frankly, it felt a lot like dealing with Rael, only this time she had the benefit of already having dealt with someone like Rael. Brick walls they were, just different flavors of brick. "Well, you certainly seem to know him better than I do, so if you think he's alright…" she said, flapping a hand at her face and airing out the collar of her robe. The witchy look had always worked for her, but Thorinn wasn't making it easy anymore. The humidity wasn't so much the problem, she was used to that, but the sun was just dreadful. Suddenly, her dearly departed hat didn't seem so silly anymore. Kazuki still had a little sass left in him, it seemed, but she waved it off. "I'm here because it's not safe for a young man to go wandering around the city alone, clearly. The place is a playground on Halloween, just swap out the sugar for mass panic, and the children for…well, bigger children, I suppose," she said, gesturing around at the unprecedented bustle that had seized her patron city. Distantly she could hear more raucous shouting, likely from other wayfarers finding themselves in similarly tense situations. "And you know, at this point it feels like getting the full story would be like playing Telephone. It's probably all garbled and twisted up and not at all like what actually happened, I don't think." She finally straightened up, took a deep breath of her own, and like that she was smiling again. "But you're welcomed to tell it to me, if you like. Or we could just talk. You might have noticed I like talking maybe a bit too much, but I'm also good at listening. So, if you want me to zip up, you'll just have to give me something to listen to."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki definitely agreed with Seele's last sentence. He could also disagree with a lot of what she said--it was definitely more dangerous for a young lady to be alone. He didn't know why he mistook her for the quiet type, an odd discomfort bubbling up as he continued the walk to his home. Had he been too quick to assume she would be someone safe to be around? She was coming from a place of concern and hadn't done anything to prove otherwise, but it still made him uneasy. No, he shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet. At the very least she came to him to get the truth unfiltered, so he couldn't really turn her away without making himself look worse. Not that the truth would be doing him any favors but he supposed it was easier to get things over with. He only stopped once they were at the door to his small home, digging around his pockets for his keys before unlocking it. The miniscule kitchen looked like it had been shoved into the right corner closest to the door as an after thought, the entrance bearing a rug and a makeshift rack that held a pair of boots already there. A set of stairs lead to the sole bedroom, its door seen from even where they were. The rest of the home was plainly decorated, with a couch and chair placed around a coffee table and a small dining table with a pair of chairs close to the kitchen. At the far corner was a pair of doors and a piano whose quality far exceeded any other piece of furniture. It was homely, but noticeably spotless. Slipping out of his shoes, he placed them respectfully on the rack before placing his bag on the coffee table. He gestured for Seele to have a seat, wandering into the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets until he pulled out a kettle and a pair of cups. It had been a while since he had played the part of host, but he supposed he could put something together quickly. The hearth wasn't lit, but it roared back to life after a few snaps of the spark stones Kazuki clashed together. Pulling out a jug filled with water, he poured some into the kettle and placed it on the metal hanging over the fire. After pulling out a slice of what looked like a strawberry pastry from a pantry box, he carefully sliced it into four parts. Even though he worked in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable. He was clearly focused on the task at hand, fingers working on the leaves in the cup before plucking the kettle from the hearth and pouring the water over it. No tray, but he brought everything by hand, placing a cup and plate of sweets before Seele and only taking a seat after he had his own cup in hand. "I'll be upfront about what happened: it was my fault," Kazuki decided to get that much out of the way. "It's telling to talk about unity one moment and immediately speak of excluding someone in the next. I won't deny it, I thought solely in my own interest. Graves called me out on it and things escalated. Having trust in others isn't my strong suit and I let my bias get the best of me, resulting in the group...fracturing." Not that he thought they were together or anything, but that was what he figured. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Alja made to put her hand on Benkei's shoulder, then thought better of it, dropping it back down against her thigh. Her voice, when she spoke, was uncharacteristic of her; none of the rising hysteria of the past day, and none of the joviality that suffused it most other times. It was simple. Plain and honest. Because, in Benkei's words, she heard a little bit of herself. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place now. Just like you. "Look, Benkei." She paused, considering her next words carefully. If she misplaced one, the potential damage could be catastrophic. And, after another moment of consideration, she dropped her Pariah pseudo-accent, reverting to her natural Scottish; but one a little less...thick and aggressive that she'd thrown at Rael. Her vocabulary shifted as well: gone were the relatively simple expressions of Alja, replaced with the kind a college student might use. "I won't preten' to understan' what you're goin' t'rough, because no matter our circumstances, they're goin' ta diverge in a number of ways. Obviously. But I think I kinda know where you're comin' from, 'least in a general sense." She slung herself down, sitting on the edge of the river and dangling her feet down over the clear water. "Feelin' like you're livin' under a shadow all your life, paralyzed with indecision, but terrified to try steppin' out from under the shadow 'cause the world's goin' ta kick ya right back underneath." She turned up, no longer staring at the river, but directing her serious eyes straight into Benkei's. "But at th' same time, no matter if we're similar or no, I don't think empty platitudes and reassurances will help ya any. Prob'ly just make it worse. So let's try ta game this out, shall we?" She returned her gaze to the river and picked up a stray pebble from the cobbled streets, launching it into the water as she spoke. "Ya say you're not a leader. But let me as ya somethin'. Who, precisely, do ya think would do any better out of us? It should prob'ly be a tank; they're the ones that have the strength ta shotcall while they're also doin' their job in the party. So that leaves...two others, yeah? So, which one? Rael?" She barked out a brief, scornful laugh. "Not bloody likely! She's brilliant at what she does, but what she does is not teamwork. And then there's me." She laughed. It wasn't as scornful, but there was still an edge of that on the sound. "Tankin'? Yeah, I can do that pretty decent, I like ta think. Last I checked, I was pretty high up on the boards. Not half bad at damage either if I build out for it. Not as good, but...adequate, yeah. But leadership?" Her laugh was louder this time. "I mean, come on! Ya saw what happened in the boss room! I heard Luci scream and lost it, couldn't hold formation! I'm not bad at the game, I know my limits, and I'm pretty good at thinkin' on the fly. But plannin'? Strategizin'? Yeah, can't say that's in my wheelhouse. But let's say we expand it, past the tanks. Give it to all the party, yeah? Graves' only deal is runnin' right in and hittin' till he falls over. Not someone ya can really rally around! Seele's a great support and all. Kept it together real well. But...'member the spikes room? How she impulsively kept holdin' the ceilin' when she didn't need ta? I think she's in the same camp as I am. Kazuki?" She paused. "He's also a bit like me. Runs in all willy-nilly like, can't really control what he's doin'." Her voice lowered for just a moment. "I noticed, in the dungeon, ya givin' him orders...or, well not orders, really, but...instructions, occasionally. Don't mistake me, I think he's a great person. Good support. Trustin' my life to him, after all. But...if I'm honest, I don't think he's very good with people. Alex? Well...I like him and all, but I think he's pretty new to the game, yeah? Don't know how much I trust his shotcalling just off that. And that leaves...Kalie." She chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, I don't think she deserves ta be kicked out the party or anythin'. But a leader? I think we all know that's...frankly, totally absurd." She swung herself back to her feet, dusting her tunic off. "Luci's catatonic, Leaves can't lead for shite--trust me on that one--and Priscilica has her hands more than full with whatever fragments of Prophecy are left over. You're quite literally the best leader we've got on board." her voice softened. "And, Benkei? You're sellin' yourself way short. Your marchin' order and plans were fine. Nobody coulda predicted any of that. We'll make our own decisions in combat--just ya try ta stop me--but that's not on your shoulders. And as for the tavern, if Kalie and Rael weren't at each others' throats and Graves didn't overreact...that's when I'd be concerned." She cracked her neck, sighing a bit and falling back into her Pariah accent. "But one thing you do have a problem with--as we can see here," she smiled to ensure there was no offense as she stretched her stiff arms over her head again, "is givin' up. Some come on, boss. Buck up, let's get back up to that tavern. You've got some people to keep alive."</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Seele watched the tension in Kazuki…not 'unwind' per se, but more rewind, slackening in some places, tightening in others. He was a tangle of things, the poor boy, and most of them he kept shockingly well-hidden. Some, though, came out in his body-language—she swore at one point he was going to crush that innocent teacup in his hands—and others still were there in his voice, in the little tremors and sighs, the pauses and, of course, the things he said. She was used to meeting people who held others to impossible standards. Kazuki was evidently guilty of that as well, but he also expected that same impossibility from himself. For how well-composed he'd been through the glitch, she guessed he was no stranger to the strain that must have beset him with. They might have been trapped in a strange world, but that didn't mean they'd left all their problems behind. It was their minds inhabiting Pariah, after all. You couldn't escape your own mind. ... You just couldn't. ... "Then don't convince them," she said, and brightened again. "Show them. Maybe you can't take back what you said, but there's an important difference between unsaying something, and undoing it. Or just doing, maybe. For example—" Seele plucked up another piece of the pastry and popped it into her mouth, chewed—"Mmh!"—and then gestured to the plate. "I've just eaten another bit, and now there's hardly any left for you. I can't undo that, I'll just have to live with the guilt. I could say ' I'm sorry, Kazuki, for eating your very tasty pastry,' —even though I'm not really, it was very tasty—or I could do something about it instead. Like, say, buy you another to replace it, or maybe bake you one myself, if you aren't averse to eating poison. "Am I making sense? I think I'm just rambling, sorry—again. My point is, the forgiveness isn't nearly as important as just making things right."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki's gaze lingered on the now-empty plate, a childish thought popping in his head as he held back the urge to pout. There were four pieces, did she really have to eat three of them? She was a guest, yes, but it was usually agreed upon that when sharing treats it was always best to be fair with it. He had initially bought it this morning as a sort of comfort food and had originally planned to eat it later, but he didn't have much to offer once they got here, and green tea was always best eaten with sweets. In hindsight, he should have only served half of it--at least that way he would've been able to still have half when Seele decided to be greedy and set an example. Still, Seele had a point, even if he lamented the loss of the treat. At the end of the day it didn't matter how he felt or what he said as the one and only goal of his was to survive. If that meant swallowing his pride despite his firm belief that he's right and resisting the urge to say 'I told you so' if one of them died due to that girl, then he supposed so long as it didn't personally affect him or Kazuma he might be able to deal with it. His original point of 'strength in numbers' rang true, and unfortunately that meant beggars couldn't be choosers. Once he finished his tea, he placed the cup down and muttered a small thanks before giving Seele his full attention once again. "It makes sense," He finally replied, standing up and taking the empty plates and kettle in hand. "I guess the next step is finding Graves, then. If I can get him to be agreeable, then the rest are likely to follow." He left them in the sink for the moment, returning to Seele. Then again, Graves had left because he thought the group was a time bomb. He stared at Seele for a moment, his mind working on something before he finally let out a sigh. He couldn't believe he was referring so much to her--she was dangerous. Was she a therapist? Maybe a counselor? It wasn't until now that he noticed how much he had opened up, or at least as much as someone like him could manage. Well, at least she wasn't annoying about it. "But if an apology didn't work, then what counts as 'making things right'?" He ended up asking, giving her a half-shrug. "I'm still firm in my belief and there isn't much that'll change my mind. I also explained the reason behind my logic and it got him even angrier." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie felt a bit strange, but it was probably the alcohol speaking to her, but it different from her usual behavior. She wasn't a party-type girl like all the other university students since they were too busy partying instead of working on their careers. In contrast, she was the opposite, and it's primarily because focusing on her future is better than having a hangover. However, something was a bit anxious about the whole situation, and it mostly was when Alex approached Jimmy and her. She was grateful to see Benkei returned to them for what happened between Graves and Kazuki. It helped that Alja was beside Benkei, which made her smile. In terms, she felt like the fight had to be about her. She was mostly confused about what Benkei wanted to say. It was clear on her face with the whole thing. She listened to Benkei's explanation, though it felt more like an introduction. It was clear on her face, shock, Kazuki and Kazuma were brothers this whole time. She did wonder how they knew each other so well, and this made much more sense. It didn't really help that she didn't know what the others were arguing about because of the close to have a mental breakdown again. However, it was pretty intense whatever the anger was about though. She didn't have that type of relationship with her older sister, it kind of hurt. It mostly made her realize one little thing, Kalie was forcing her ideals on her sister. She was happy that other sibling relationships were much better than Susan and her. When Kazuma talked of skills and other things and felt like he has already spoken to Sif, she probably got from it. She listened carefully to all the others talk about what they were doing or becoming for their career choices and other things. On her face as clear as day, she was a bit shocked to hear that Jimmy was going to the University of Kansas. She had looked into that university in particular but picked K-State instead. It took her a while to think about what Kalie was going to particular say, allowing Alja to speak her mind. She felt a world off her shoulders in hearing that Kelly was 19, as she was, and there were only a few twenty years old or seventeen years old. A right mix of things, it was comforting in all honesty, but Kalie did giggle slightly at hearing what Kelly/Alja said about calling her Alja for combat. She had a beautiful smile on her face, which is better than her crying. " Ooh, so we are going to introduce ourselves? I might as well join in since everyone else done so already." She started to wave herself off since it was so hot, and she feels a bit dizzy from the ale. " My name is Dawn Sara Hughes, who's 19 years old college student from K-State University in the United States, going to become an English Teacher. I don't know if that's going to help you." Dawn let out an exasperated sigh of hopefulness that things are changing for the better. She's a bit optimistic, but it's just how she is, but she can lose it now and then under extreme pressures. She cannot cope well, and it's primarily her relationship with her older sister. It took a bit and kind of felt a bit more at home slightly and remembered something. " Uh, you can call me Dawn or Kalie, I don't mind. Weirdly enough, I enjoy the profession I picked for this game. It helped me keep my plushie I kept as a little girl wholesome and together for my childhood memories. Also, Kelly, I like your name; it's neat."</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Seele couldn't have been that naïve. Kazuki had probably been the least friendly out of their little crew. Not to mention friendship had never been a goal of his; what mattered right now was survival. This was beginning to make him wonder why this felt like more of a headache than anything else he had encountered, but any situation consisting of multiple people did tend to give him more trouble than he wanted. Robin's offer looked more and more appealing--at least he could burrow himself in his home there and never have to deal with anyone until he rode out all this. But if he went, he had a sneaking suspicion this girl would protest. Or worse, she'd follow him and convince Hammer not to let him in since he already had an obligation. He supposed the flexibility thing was less of a hassle, even if it wasn't his favorite solution. He did raise an eyebrow at skeptic--he was being practical, why could no one understand that?--but didn't comment on it. Well, he didn't have a choice. If he was going to put his money where his mouth was, then he needed to follow Seele's advice. He had faith in all but one but if they were going to insist on bringing that girl along then he didn't really have a choice. The decision was made for him. "Mhm. You're right about most of that, I suppose," He said, beckoning her to follow. "Let's go find Graves, then. If I get punched in the face, you can try to calm him down." --- ---</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Mhm. You're right about most of that, I suppose." She'd take that every day of the week and twice on Sundays. It was a smidgen bittersweet that they were leaving already. They'd only really just gotten here and it was a lovely house, but she wasn't about to make herself into a speedbump on the road to mending the group back together. Seele got up and pushed her chair back in neatly, glancing around on habit to make sure there weren't any chores left undone. In Kazuki's house. God, maybe she did have a problem. "Right," she said, a bit absently, only just catching up to what he'd said. "I mean—oh, it won't come to that. But maybe we can keep a little space between you for…insurance's sake." She followed him out, and while he locked up the door, she cast her eyes out to the streets and thought. Rael had mentioned that Graves's errands would take him to Mystic Prophecy, though she wasn't sure if he was still going to be adhering to that schedule. He might just as likely be miles out of the city by now, but she chose to have a bit more faith in Rael than that. "I believe Graves was going to try and meet up with Priscilica, so we might have luck finding him at her guild hall." Her own errands for the day were going to bring her that way anyhow, she supposed. Still, the awkwardness wasn't lost on her. She turned back to Kazuki with an almost apologetic look on her face. "If it would be more…comfortable for you, I could try and get him to meet you outside."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Seele really was naïve if she didn't think that was a possibility. Of course, Kazuki would rather have her nearby in case it really did come down to blows, thought enough to slow down his stride a little. Unfortunately he was just as vulnerable in this world as he was in the real world, though at least there he could take a beating from regular people--Graves was about twice his width and had the strength to beat him senseless. Or as previously demonstrated in the dungeon, he could actually kill him. Graves could very well kill Kazuki. This was not something he had previously considered and did not help his steadily increasing anxiety. What a stupid emotion. Now that he thought about it, however, Seele's words really did ring true. This entire time Kazuki had operated on the grounds that they were all equal, but the truth of the matter was that they were far from it. Anyone that had chosen to go the tank or DPS route had the advantage if they relied on brute force to get what they wanted, whereas the casters and healers were at a disadvantage. Not to mention someone like Seele who didn't have any offensive capabilities. The thought was enough to make his blood run cold and he had to hold back a groan. No wonder Graves had told him he was a hypocrite, he was useless even compared to Kalie considering she was a DPS, and even a bad DPS was better than a squishy healer. At the mention of Priscilica, however, every other thought was tossed aside as he felt a weird pain in his stomach. No, it was in his chest. No, his throat. No, it was everywhere, he couldn't pinpoint it, but the urge to lose his lunch compounded with the feeling and his stride definitely slowed down. The one thing he knew was that he definitely shouldn't show his face at the guild hall. What if Luci was there? What if they were all there discussing his failure? That thought alone was enough to make him stop in his tracks, breathing suddenly becoming a hassle. He couldn't do it. His legs stopped of their own accord and no matter what he tried to do, he couldn't move. Was he dying? Was this more anxiety? Twenty four hours in this world and he was already crippled by something he scarcely felt. It was pathetic, but it was increasingly infuriating to fight. Years of shutting down his emotions and now he was a mess. Pathetic. "Are you sure that's where he is?" Kazuki asked, his voice a little quieter than usual. "I wouldn't want to make anyone uncomfortable." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- They'd all exchanged pleasantries, and the air of the tavern began to change from tense to relaxed again. Benkei did his part to treat his allies to food and drink, though kept his own servings simple: water, bread and meat. He was still in high school, after all, and did not want to break the "law" regardless of the rules of this world. "So, I suppose Rael went after Graves. But where is Seele?" "She went after Kazuki." "Does anyone have any idea where they all went?"' He frowned. "Kazuki could very well go back to his apartment in town, though I don't know if he would with Seele in tow." Was his brother secretly a casanova? Would he wine and dine and seduce the young witch? He knew his older brother was cooler and wiser than he, but was he also...in his popular phase? "I don't know where Graves and Rael could have gone. They're both loners, after all. The only others around here they possibly know are probably in Mystic Prophecy…"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse - Thorinn, Aetheria --- The concern was plain on his face. Luci being torn up was to be expected, but she'd fully isolated herself? That was dangerous. A mind alone with its grief was a terrible thing. She had nothing to anchor her. Nothing to stop her from sinking further underneath. Routine, human contact- these weren't just helpful in overcoming what Luci was going through, they were necessary. Andrew wasn't a therapist. He didn't know the Latin name for the exact phenomena she was experiencing. But he'd been there. He knew what it took to drag yourself out of the dark. "Shit." Graves let out a sigh from the depths of his breast. What was he supposed to do, here? He wasn't just a stranger- he was the target of her loathing. She'd never let him in. It had to be one of her friends, but...none of them were up to it. Leaves sounded damn near catatonic. Pris was trying to hold it all together but, really, she was only human. The support beams had been knocked out and the structure was groaning under the stress. Something was going to break-- and soon-- if the situation didn't change. The conversation shifted away from Mystic Prophecy and toward Graves' and Rael's team. 'Team.' They could barely stand each other. Just going over the bar argument again made his hand tense up- it took a moment's concentration to keep his choler from rising again. "Uh, could be better, I guess." He gave a humorless chuckle, propping his head up with an open palm. "Alja drunk herself to sleep yesterday n' got up n' started drinking again. Been alternatin' between yellin' at people n' passin' out, which is...great. Kalie's a mess. The archer, Alex? He's weirdly okay, even more talkative now than when we started. And Seele?" He shook his head in disbelief. "She's either a god damn superhero or a psychopath. Nothin' slows her down." The rest went unspoken of.</s> <\|message\|>I R L Location: City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- With the sudden influx of wayfarers seeking refuge in Thorinn, it came as no surprise that the downtown market was utterly flooded with people. Denizens and players alike crowded the vendors, filling the air with a nearly-overwhelming cacophony of haggling, arguments, and occasionally a threat of violence. People were scared. They were hoarding. Food flew from the stands, alchemists were selling potions faster than they could brew them. The poor smiths, bless their hearts, would likely be working day and night for weeks to fill the orders they'd gotten in one afternoon alone. … It was disconcerting to Seele, if she was being honest. Thorinn was about to find itself with an abundance of wayfarers who were not only afraid for their lives, but who were also armed to the teeth. She hoped that in a few days' time they'd all settle down, and the bubbling tension wouldn't boil over into anything drastic. Well, really she hoped that in a few days' time this whole problem would be fixed, but it seemed a bit silly to imagine a timeframe for a problem so…grand in scale. Navigating the bustle wasn't easy, but they managed. Seele made note of a few bakeries along the way, pointing them out to Kazuki only to feel a bit weird about it afterwards. "Ah, sorry, I don't know why I'm acting like a tour guide. You're the one with a house here, you probably know the city better than I do. Thorinn is nice and all, but if I'm being honest, I think I've always sorta preferred the Theremian vale, or the Toraenis midlands." It felt a bit guilting to say out loud. She giggled. "Don't tell my pathos, though. What's yours, by the way? You don't strike me as the Drox type. Did you travel here from your starting kingdom?" … They came upon a clothier's shop that was relatively uncrowded, which she supposed made sense. There were probably better, cheaper places to buy materials, and she doubted fancy clothes were high on anyone's must-have list as it was. Nor was it on hers, either, and though she hadn't come for clothes, she did always feel a little bit guilty whenever she spent money on herself. But she really did not want another hat. "Oh, sorry, hold that thought just a moment. I'll be right back!" Seele vanished inside, leaving Kazuki alone—or as alone as anyone could be in a busy market—for what was, to her credit, as close to "a moment" as someone could reasonably expect. When she came back out there was nothing noticeably different about her apparel, but she seemed delighted nonetheless. Her hand rested on a handle jutting from the hip of the manifold layers of her robe, and she smirked with the closest approximation to "devilishness" that she was capable of. With a bit of flourish, she drew from its thin sheath something that might have at first glance been a kind of oddly-shaped rapier, but then with a click of some internal mechanism, revealed itself in a flapping of cloth to in fact be a simple, black parasol. She twirled it happily and let it come to rest against her shoulder, casting herself in its shade. … …sy… "Ah, there we go, much better. Thanks for indulging me, this'll make the sun much more bearable. And unlike that old hat, I can actually keep this in check if things get…exciting, let's say. But anyway, we were walking."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Thorinn definitely wasn't Kazuki's favorite place, either, the humidity was terrible. Not that the heat in Iblenar was any better, but he preferred the dryness, at least. He watched Seele point out a few places, wondering if she knew the city better than he did, although she ended up admitting she didn't know why she was doing what she did. Truthfully, he never knew why she did anything she did, but he didn't mind it. He did agree with her preferences, although before he could reply, she stopped them. He waited for Seele, deciding he may as well go over his assets. He couldn't access the menu anymore but he knew he had money all over the place, with the bulk of it in Iblenar. He had asked Robin to look over his house there, too, but would the rest of his places still be there if he went to the other city states? Someone could just as easily break into his homes without him ever knowing, and while he didn't have anything of value (aside from the pianos) he didn't know if they would be readily available. Not to mention if the sadist decided to throw on property taxes into the Cycle of Pain then the city was likely to also just seize it from him. Going forward he was just going to assume the world was going to bring every single pain in the ass the real world had, it'd just be easier for him that way. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a sigh, albeit he straightened up as Seele returned. He had assumed she was going to get another witch's hat, but she returned with something else. His mouth formed a small 'o' of surprise as she opened it. An umbrella? Or was it technically a parasol? Either way she seemed pleased with her purchase and they were able to continue on their way. Picking up where they left off, Kazuki nodded in response. Maybe she was from somewhere that didn't get a lot of sun. Her skin was pretty fair, so that was the assumption he would go with. "Maybe you could enhance it and use it as a weapon," He noted, pretending to swing something. Now that was a comical sight, imagining Seele thwacking someone with a flimsy umbrella only to send them flying. But he would continue as they walked. "No, I didn't start here, I started in Iblenar and my pathos is Queon," He decided to explain. "Once I got comfortable with the game I traveled a lot, ended up buying a place in every major city-state since it was cheaper than always staying at an inn and more convenient to store whatever I ended up crafting. I'd usually just wait for Benkei to call on me whenever he wanted to adventure, but otherwise I spent my time performing, crafting, and accompanying a friend who usually joined me for traveling." He hoped Robin's trip was going well, even though he couldn't have gone too far it would be a few days before he would likely hear from him. But he was talking too much about himself, he wanted to know more about her. "What pathos are you aligned with?" He asked. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Dawn Sara Hughes Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Kalie had taken notice of the conversation going on around her about dreams and hacking them. It made her a bit confused but with what Alja said, and after Jimmy interjected with what he said. She couldn't help out of her understanding since she was trying to become an English Teacher and has no experience with programming. In terms, Kalie had no real idea how they would deal with this anyway. It confused her as much as everyone else, and all she did was listen to the conversation between Alja and Alex. All this made little to no sense to her, in all honesty. She could try to live her life in the world they are stuck in now. It made the most rational sense to her in what she should do. The primary thing that made her want to chime in was what Jimmy said about treating this world as their own. It made little sense in trying to overthink every little detail to the fine details of what is going on. " I have to agree with you, Jimmy." Kalie had a slight headache from the reason it was hot, and she was slightly drunk, so she had to put her hand on her forehead. Add onto the headache was the massive amount of confusion she had. She tried to give what she wanted to the conversation, but it felt like she usually says when her being confused is higher than what's going on. It always hurts a bit trying to think of a reasonable response to the whole situation. However, she looks around and notices Benkei waving them over to join Sif and him. She got up from her seat and walked over to where Sif and Benkei is. All she does is smile at the two and take a seat since Benkei waved them over. She tries to cool herself off by waving her face down. There was probably a reason why Benkei waved them over, and she might as well have to ask. It took her a while before she decides to respond to Benkei. Her thoughts were everywhere, but the heat, the alcohol, and the confusion were getting to her. " This is so confusing to me. All this talk about everything goes over my head slightly. Got any insight to lessen my confusion, Kazuma?" It was a question, she supposed, since Alja and Alex's conversation didn't make much sense to her. In Alja's camp of what she said to Alex over what Alex said since it made little to no sense, she was now anyways. Dawn is smart but not smart enough to understand the core reasons or principles why they are in the world of Aetheria. As if they are apart of the world now, unlike what they were previously as players of a game. There was a massive disconnection right now, and she has no idea how to make sense of the situation. Hopefully, Kazuma has a better answer to lessen her confusion. ' All I want to do is deal with living in this world now. Until we can leave it, I suppose? Don't know if that's possible right now with the announcement that happened.'</s> <\|message\|>Kazuma Hoshizawa Location: The Laughing Warg Tavern-- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- " This is so confusing to me. All this talk about everything goes over my head slightly. Got any insight to lessen my confusion, Kazuma?" Benkei did his best to break down exactly what all the conversations were spiraling over. "Well, you know how the tagline of Pariah Online is Make Your Dreams Reality.. The peripheral connects us at apparently our REM levels of sleep, and puts us in a shared dream. I guess the main questions are exactly, how do you 'create' a dream, and also, how would someone 'hack' a dream." He looked around the room at both players and denizens. "I'm worried because at this point, this is no longer a game. There's no UI, our controls are strictly manual, and there's the problem with dying. At what point is it even worth calling this a game anymore? We experience pain, hunger, and...other natural things." When he'd asked a denizen where the toilet was, he'd received a fairly incredulous look. Before, they'd simply been avatars. But now? They actually had to use the bathroom. They would smell if they didn't bathe. Games didn't do that.</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- Benkei was waving her over. And, as she closed on that table, it seemed that he was talking about roughly the same thing she was. And her brain was bubbling over thinking about it. Something was nagging at her. What was that quote? Oh, right: When you remove the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. She remembered that from an English class in freshman year. Arthur Conan Doyle, right? She hadn't really liked it much, had never been one for reading, but that quote had stuck in her head ever since. A dream couldn't glitch, right? And anyway, like she'd already said, it was way too complicated and complete to be a glitch. And for god's sake, you couldn't hack one. Unless they'd figured out how to hack a brain, but that...seemed unlikely. And if it were true, dream-based video games seemed like weirdly small fish. So whatever was left over had to be the solution, yeah? And that would be very useful, she grimaced, if I had any idea what's left over. But she had no idea what it was. Not a glitch or a hack; so what was it? There was something important she was missing. Some fundamental piece of the puzzle that was the new Pariah crisis. Something with the software, or the hardware. She found herself wishing that she'd gone into programming or something along those lines; she might have a better idea what was happening. Still. Who knows, maybe Benkei—well, who knows what high schoolers can do, right? He could have some insight that she'd totally missed. As she arrived at their table, she slung herself down in a chair beside Benkei, throwing her legs off to the side and lounging exaggeratedly. "Man, what the hell's goin' on?" She stood again, pacing back and forth, gesticulating wildly. "And more important, what the hell're we gonna do?"</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse -- Thorinn, Aetheria --- "Gonna be honest, didn't expect to see ya so soon." He stood stiff as a board just a couple feet out of the doorway, gaze flickering between all three of them. Soaking in their expressions, trying and failing to read them. Kazuki was awkward, distant- it was difficult to tell if he was cold or just struggled to show emotion. It was like Graves was trying to connect with a brick wall, or a lawyer. Seele and Rael were both silent; waiting for the conclusion to today's soap opera drama. Frustration made his muscles spasm, tense. Something about the Glitch had heightened everything, and it was overwhelming, even in a situation as low stakes as this. "I ain't mad at Ben. Guy's just...stickin' up for family. Get that." Every fist he'd ever thrown to protect Will when he didn't deserve it flashed through Andrew's mind. He shared Kazuki's sigh. "N' I get what you're sayin', too. Only reason we got as far as we did is 'cause we..." he paused, looking over his shoulder to Rael, "...had each other's backs." After a beat had passed Graves crossed the room in just a few, long steps. He stopped only a few feet from the bard, looking him in the eye. Searching them. They swam with an enigmatic grace that his insight couldn't penetrate. "You might annoy the shit out of me, n' I might still wanna kick your ass from time to time, but when I said I wanted everyone in," a hand moved up, grasping Kauzki's shoulder, "that included you." "I said some things to you earlier that I didn't really mean. I can be, uh, difficult, sometimes. N' for that I wanted to say I'm-" The word caught in a lump in his throat, like a frog refusing to be vomited up. It wasn't something he wanted to get in the habit of saying, but it felt like one'a those few times where it might be justified. "-I'm sorry."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Kazuki didn't expect to be here this soon, so they were both surprised. He'd be lying if he said he didn't already map out a few plans of escape the second he stepped in, but that wasn't the point. As Graves explained his understanding of Kazuma's actions, he wondered if he was just paying lip service or if there was something more to it. Maybe he could relate to it, considering how much Kazu would throw himself into fights it wouldn't be surprising to learn Graves was the same way. Still, as he spoke, Kazuki was reminded of why he wanted the guy on his side earlier. At the mention of Kazuki being included, that much actually surprised him, even if he didn't show it much. At the last part, however, he had to bite his tongue. As much as he wanted to insist it was earned--not a stretch considering he literally asked for it--he held back. What was important was getting everyone together and getting an actual plan of attack together, so it speak. Even if he figured he wouldn't be of much help, the very minimum he could do was shut up and go along. The conversation he had with Seele rang in his head; following her advice was probably best. Giving Graves a nod in understanding, he looked towards Rael, also remembering something. For now, he'd put it aside. "I'm also sorry. I was...selfish in the moment," He'd admit that much at least. As silence fell, he felt like he was supposed to say something else, but he was honestly clueless as to what else he could say. Looking back at Seele for a little help, he cleared his throat. "But...let bygones be bygones," He mumbled, a little embarrassed as he hastily thought of another conversation topic to avoid prolonging the awkwardness. "Though, if I can ask, what are you doing here? I can't imagine the members too happy to see any of us." </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- A somber moment between friends ended abruptly as Graves jerked away. His attention shifted fully toward the tumultuous waters beneath them. Something was moving under there. It wasn't visible to the naked eye, but he could feel it: the hairs on his arms stood on end, his vision filled with black dots, and the rhythm of his heart beat louder and louder until everything else was drowned out. Three people, harrowed but alive. One of them was dragging the other two along on a mad dash toward the surface. It boggled his mind that someone would even attempt that sort of rescue, let alone get this far. He shoved his hands into the water, grabbing the lead swimmer, and hauled them up onto the stony surface. "Rael?!" Graves asked, bewildered, even as he helped her and then Kalie and Valena find their footing. They were all positively disgusting, yet alive. He couldn't ask for more than that. A rush of conflicting emotions hit him like a wall of sewage. Glad to see them safe. Angry as hell that Rael had nearly killed herself saving those two. Guilt at not having tried to do the same. Alja had shaken herself out of her pained stupor and gotten to work rallying everyone, trying to make sense of their situation and find a way out of it. A good idea, but he said nothing. He couldn't get himself to focus on practicality at the moment. After hesitating a beat, he decided to cross over to where Rael was standing, still recovering from her misadventure. "Hey," he whispered harshly, trying to contain his volume as to not interrupt the other conversation. "What the hell was that, you goddamned moron? You tryin' to die playin' hero? I thought you were-" He caught himself before continuing, swallowing the worst of his impulses. He didn't meant to berate. Didn't mean to lecture. It was hard to communicate what he did mean- maybe he didn't know what he meant at all. "I'm...glad you're okay. Stay okay."</s> <\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- Why was he yelling? What was he yelling? Rael's palms pressed against the cold stone of the sewer floor as the tall American screeched at her about her playing hero. What? Did he prefer Kalie drown in the depths of the sewer because she had been about as caught off guard as most of them had been and didn't stick the landing for once in her life? Did he want the healer, who Alja apparently knew to some inherent level? It didn't make sense. Then it did. Nobody cares about you. He's yelling because you acted stupid again. Like with the bat. A familiar whisper in the back of her mind. But her own anxieties, her own inner self didn't make sense with what she was hearing. It confused her and she was still coughing up a good deal of water. Admittedly, it was a pretty stupid thing but he was glad she was okay? I mean, if she drowned the guy would be up Mt. Fuji without a parachute, or as the American expression went—up shit creek without a paddle. This group of theirs relied on her and it felt good. Seele tried to impart that she was a good person in the tavern in their conversation, a hero, but all she had done is dismiss it. What was heroism in a game of survival? If she was out there alone who knows how many people who didn't like her would string a rope around a tree just for a little revenge? Sometimes Hanako didn't even know how her own mind worked. "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" She smirked, deflecting her own internal thoughts as she pushed herself to her feet. "The elevator, huh?" She repeated as she channeled her magic as a gust of wind dried out her clothes and hair before she spat out some water from her mouth onto the ground before retying her hair into a loose ponytail. "Shouldn't be too hard to find." She commented though as she went to say another remark a distant, distorted shriek could be heard in the likely direction they would be heading. Her brows narrowed as she looked to Valena. "With our luck, we got another dire rat at..." Valena nodded. "The élévateur."</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: City Sewers -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria --- "What's wrong? Jealous that I made sure this party didn't drown?" Rael gave a clever little retort just before walking away. She was good at deflecting. Good at hiding what was going on inside that thick skull of hers. It made Graves' blood boil. He could spill his guts to her and it could wash off her back like nothing at all. What was he supposed to get out of that? How was he supposed to interpret it? Maybe he hadn't expressed himself well. Maybe he didn't know how to turn the mayhem in his mind into words others could understand. What he'd actually said was almost cruel in its incoherence. Aggressive, contradictory, more a vomit of raw emotion than a conversation starter. But he meant it. He meant it, even if he didn't know how to say what he meant. 'Like you really know what you were even gettin' at,' he sneered. All he'd accomplished was pulling her closer with one hand while pushing her away with the other. It was like he'd forgotten how to be sincere. Like he'd woken up from a years long, narcissism-fueled haze that had stripped him of all memory of how to be a decent human being. Things were easier when he was on his own. Life was simple. Hard, perhaps, yet uncomplicated. Then he met seven idiots in a video game and everything went to hell. Graves had hoped things would be easier after that first week's...events...were behind them. They knew he cared about them, right? Maybe he hadn't said it to all of them, but he shouldn't have to. Not to her. Did his actions not make it clear enough? "Fine," Graves drew Alja's knife from his belt and started toward the tunnel entrance, desperate for some way to blow off steam. "Let's go kill ourselves more rats."</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] Despite the unproductive conversation, Kazuki decided he would take a little time to better organize his thoughts. He hadn't considered the impact on the environment the players would have, let alone the fact that the world would start to push back against them. It was a problem that was only going to escalate the more time went on. He almost regretted his vote, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his first instinct was to shove that thought deep down--he was too much of a coward to properly address that at the moment. Placing down the box of supplies, he let out a long sigh. It didn't look like Kazuma had come back just yet, though he might've been worried if he had locked himself in his room again. Wait a minute, if he was receiving the notice here, what about his other homes? He couldn't speak for any of them except for the one he loaned out to Hammer, but he figured she was kind enough to take care of it until he could show up over there. Most of his wealth was over there, too, now that he thought about it. All he needed to do was pay...whatever they wanted him to pay here to secure his home here and he could pay Hammer back since he had been planning on compensating her. Unfortunately, he would have to consider his other homes a loss. They were all furnished, but he only made one Grand Piano here and that was easily the most valuable item he made. Now that he thought about it, what was he going to do about income? He mostly performed for tips, but if the NPCs were negative about adventurers, then that money was probably going to dwindle. He did have a good amount here, but until he got back out there, he knew it wouldn't last more than a few months if he supported everyone, maybe more if he really started to pinch yen. He could definitely go back to crafting, but without Hammer's guild, he was probably going to have to start from the bottom. Staring down at the potions with contempt, Kazuki rolled his eyes. "This is actually stressing me out," He grumbled, his hand shaking his hair as he tried to get his thoughts together. No, this was something he was going to have to speak to everyone about at some point. He set about putting everything in place, stowing the box away just in case. The extra potions would eventually come in handy if he would stop being such a coward. Stepping out of his home, he made sure to lock the door before looking around, trying to decide where to go. He supposed he may as well try to find someone. </s>
<\|description\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] I R L Age - 18 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - High School Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Kazuki Pathos Affiliation - Queon Role - Healer Profession - Wandering Minstrel Weapon of Choice - Book Domains - Wind, Restoration + Protection - P E R S O N A L I T Y Stoic Good news, bad news, confusing news--Kazuki seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He doesn't seem all that bothered with anything and doesn't react much. If it weren't for the lack of monotone, most people would probably assume he's a robot. One would think even his passion would get him to emote, but aside from a vague focused expression, he otherwise is the same as always. Driven He doesn't let anything get in the way of accomplishing his goals: everything in life is part of a problem that leads to a solution one way or another. He is relentless when it comes to accomplishing a goal, often pushing himself past what's healthy. For a majority of his life it's been seen as a virtue of sorts and he hasn't had any reason to slow down. Observant Despite having little care for the people he engages with, he finds it useful to pick up on a few cues to keep in mind for later if need be. B E N C H M A R K S Piano Man By far and away Kazuki's most cultivated skill, to the point he has gotten several server first records on unlocking the next tier with thousands of hours put into piano playing. Of course, aside from entertainment value and unlocking a few other skills, it doesn't have much use otherwise. Healing Touch His second best and probably most relevant skill. Originally toting around without a weapon, Kazuki's healing can be strengthened if he makes contact with whoever needs healing; best used for greater injuries at the risk of putting himself in action. Song of the Wind The ability to have his music gain effects depending on the song he's playing. Different songs have different effects, ranging from a variety of buffs and healing over time. Some come at the conclusion of a song, others are persisting so long as the melody is continuously played. With Hammer in Hand Smithery has become a great side hobby to Kazuki, who genuinely enjoys making armor and weapons whenever he gets his hands on materials. While he has made a few commissions, it became clear that making and selling instruments quickly became his specialty and source of income--that said, he can make a majority of weapons and armor if need be. \| Physical Description Standing at five feet ten inches, Kazuki is a lanky young man that usually towers over his classmates. At a first glance there isn't much home to write about, his face still plenty boyish and more youthful looking than he'd like. The most notable feature he has is probably his green eyes, usually hidden under the mess of brown hair he sports. His expressions are often heavily muted or outright nonexistent, making it difficult to know if he's paying attention or not. Whenever he does look at people, it's noted that it seems more like he's looking through them, not at them. Character Conceptualization Kazuki Hoshizawa is a serious kid who takes his passions to their fullest at the expense of most of his social skills. After taking the emotional brunt of his parents' divorce, for all intents and purposes he has shut down. While it's hardly noticeable due to stellar grades and his talent at music, his social life is nonexistent for the most part. As a result, he has a tendency to be overly blunt and cold with little care about the effects of what he says. His personality seems to be the inverse of most healers in media and makes it clear he helps people out of expectation, not out of obligation. As a noob who doesn't really play games, he was hesitant to even join Pariah Online. He doesn't know much of RPGs in general but has enjoyed the nonsensical side of the game; aside from the appeal of getting to play and learn several instruments, he doesn't really find adventuring appealing. He ended up choosing healing as it seemed easier to stay in the back and support his younger brother. While he doesn't discern himself from who he is outside of the game, he outright refuses to speak of personal matters, with Kazuma barely being an exception and only because Kazuki keeps slipping up and calling him by his real name. Other Information * Has regularly placed in several national competitions * Big fan of strawberries * Toolkit * Theme \|</s> <\|message\|>Kelly Anne Mackay --- As Kazuki took the first still somewhat unsteady steps back towards the tavern, Alja overtook him with a few long strides, cutting off his path. She didn't know in exact detail what had been eating him the past few days—she hadn't been there—but from his reaction to Graves' furious words after the ill-fated raid, she could guess. She'd been down in the rat dungeon for long enough that she'd hoped it had scabbed over. Stupid, you should've known that was BS. She'd just been in denial. She'd been upset. She was scared, and so she'd lashed out, been selfish, ignored it. Of course it hadn't scabbed. It had stayed open beneath the surface and gone rancid. And the longer a wound like this festered—the longer the guilt crawled through him—the worse it would become. A flash of recognition as cold and quick as a knife passed through her, and she laid a hand on his thin shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. When she spoke, her voice—like her grip—was gentle but firm. "Kazuki, you need to stop." She heard something echo in the back of her mind, a half-remembered woman's voice that spoke along with hers, as she grabbed his second shoulder as well. "If you keep on like this, you are going to destroy yourself." Even as she said it, she already knew it wouldn't do a damn thing. She knew full well how futile it was to just...tell someone to stop feeling that crushing weight. It would be easier to dam the ocean. So instead, keeping her grip, she shoved him out to arm's length, voice still calm and level. "I'm not Seele, so I can't treat you like she would." And all the words in the whole bloody world couldn't do a thing for you right now. "But I also can't stand by and watch your tear yourself apart over what happened, because nothing down there was your fault. So here's what we're gonna do." She let go of his shoulders, crossing her arms. "We're all four gonna walk into the Mystic Prophecy guildhall together, like you damn well deserve. And if Luci—if anybody blames you for a god damn thing when we're in there, you leave it to me." She gave him a soft smile. "I'm not gonna let you run away from your problems and hide away from the world. You're stronger than that. You're better than that. So c'mon. I'm behind ya all the way."</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Johnson --- --- Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria Artemis leaned in as Seele explained the disappearances, noting how pretty much any information that her guild had gathered was already covered by Seele's explanations. The girl remained silent, thinking through the whole situation and imagining how awful it must have been for the friends of these people. At least she knew what happened to her friends, had they just disappeared... Artemis didn't know how she would carry herself. Watching the others around the table, she wondered briefly just what might be going through their minds. How they were handling the disappearance of others, did they find it as terrifying as she did? Artemis shook her head, perishing those thoughts to focus back on the task at hand. Then an even more haunting realization dawned upon the girl. She was now a solo player, the most common kind of player to disappear, and a spellcaster at that. Fear gripped her heart as once more, she realized once more that she was alone. Sure, this group had welcomed her to sit and help with their issue but... at some point, they'd go home. At some point, she'd be alone heading to her guild house, and risk becoming another point of data on Seele's documents. Panic started to set in, the girl's leg starting to bounce under the table as she tried to desperately reign herself in to keep a calm demeanor. Without thinking, Artemis reached out to rest a hand on Graves' forearm and gripping tightly, reminding herself where she was, that she wasn't alone. As she calmed, the girl realized slowly that she was still in the Tavern surrounded by others. The color deepened in her cheeks as embarrassment from her outburst rose to the forefront of her mind. She quickly released Graves' forearm, looking away at that moment. "S-sorry, lack of sleep is getting to me..." She whispered in a small voice, taking the next few moments to collect herself, then speaking up. "If solo spellcasters are their most common target, then... we could also bait a trap. After we find the information, I meet both those criteria at the moment. Just... until then I'd prefer not to be alone for... obvious reasons." She said softly, the wavering in her voice betraying that perhaps more had gone on in her head than simply a lack of sleep.</s>	<\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] It was easier said than done. Still, it wasn't like Alja was going to let Kazuki get away at this point. To her credit, her words were logical and along the lines of encouraging. He stared at Alja for a second, though he didn't respond, instead choosing to stuff his hands into his pockets. This was the pain of having to interact with people, wasn't it? Now that he thought about it, on top of every other problem they were having, Kazuki wasn't used to being this...social. If one could call it that, anyway. He didn't say much of anything, more focused on sobering up as he resumed the walk wordlessly. He wasn't expecting much out of this little trip, though that was more his pragmatism speaking. If Prisillica managed to rally people, maybe, but as far as he was aware, Aaginim's death still had the place pretty grim. It would be nice if he was surprised, but he wouldn't hold his breath. And even in the slight chance where things could be moving, Luci was still an obstacle. His own involvement aside, he was certain she held resentment towards their entire group in general. </s>
<\|description\|>Hanako Moriyama I R L Age - 19 Place of Origin - Japan Occupation - University Student A V A T A R Character's Name - Rael Pathos Affiliation - Draethir Role - Agility-based Tank Profession - Collector Weapon of Choice - Spear Domains - Lightning, Wind; Alteration, Enhancement, Conjuration - P E R S O N A L I T Y Greedy Specifically in the sense of materialism. It's not greed if she's the strongest and smartest person in the group. She deserves taking more than her share. She's stolen from other groups, she's tricked her own. It comes with the territory. It is a Dog Eat Dog world that is called Pariah Online, after all. Her own selfishness seems to ebb and flow, however; it's whether she wants to get something or someone else has tasked her to. Irreverent On a base level, Rael appears to not care about anything at all. Not in the sense of a slothful do-nothing, but more of a smug inciter. She loves stirring the pot and saying things without worry of eggshells. This goes into believing the virtual world gives her freedom to be who she wants to be without all of the traditional Japanese traditions and niceties. Self-Centered The expression "the center won't hold" doesn't apply to Rael. She loves having the spotlight on her. Being in her parents and her peers shadows her whole life has resulted in a wanton need to be respected, feared, or hated. It is why she trained herself to be a threat-generation character instead of taking the role of an elusive or supplementary damage role. The monsters will notice her. People will notice her; whether it's in or out of combat. B E N C H M A R K S Breaker of Storms Rael often finds herself at the eye of the storm. Effective with the primordial element of lightning, Rael has unlocked advanced spells when utilizing it with her weapon of choice. This includes access to agility buffs, weapon-casted storm bolts, and a shockwave of sound reminiscent of thunder itself. She is also resistant to lightning spells as a result. Elusive Combatant Rael's playstyle is about creating constant pressure to keep the attention of her enemies away from the view of others. She is dexterous, using her agility and attack awareness to duck and weave through combat. Doing this enough times in conjunction with her advanced combat abilities with the spear has allowed her to see things a step faster and react quicker; almost like a sixth sense. Herbal Savant For toxicologists and alchemists, herbalism is the key to understanding the world; for Rael she just rather know if a field of flowers are toxic, carnivorous, or a non-issue and while she has little interest in making potions, she does find the creation of poisons a bit more apt to her interests. As such Rael has a basic fundamental knowledge of the common and uncommon variants of herbs that grow throughout the world. Venomous Apprentice The study of poisons is fundamentally to manipulating your opponent in the long term and Rael knows it. Whilst she has not put countless of months into the creation of poisons and other toxins, she has put some time into it and thus can create decent grades of the craft with some competency. \| Physical Description Hanako Moriyama is a normal Japanese girl. Standing at 5'2" she is spectacularly average among her peers at Tokyo University. Her frayed, unkempt brown hair has been dyed a sharper red-brown, though it hasn't made her stand out at all. Just another face in the crowd. Often seen with her head buried in a tablet or laptop, most people find Hanako concerning. Her family worries that she'll fall into the habits of a NEET. She certainly has the look; wide-brimmed glasses and all. However, in Pariah Online the meek, shy, introverted Japanese girl is not present. In her place is Rael, a shifty thief and dungeoneer, who takes pride in everything she does. No glasses. An athletic build in place of a meek one. Still short, but agile. It's pretty much the ultimate fantasy. Where some people envision themselves as someone taller or some other thing, all Rael wanted to see herself was the personification of a fantasy world chad. Bold, promiscuous, cunning, dangerous. Her irreverent personality is her default mode in the world of Pariah Online, often insulting others or trying to provoke them with a smug smile across her lips. The ideal, true inner self. Character Conceptualization Rael is a problem. But she's also a problem solver. Very early into the first year of the virtual world Rael discovered the denizens, the NPCs that inhabited the world, had many needs. This was where she found herself in lieu with unsavory characters such as Malacius Secre who had a desire for the dungeons to not only be dealt with but for certain items inside them be transferred to his hands instead of that of any fraternity or noble house. This pissed off many people, whom Rael often bragged to before making off with many items. Eventually it led to Rael having a black mark on her name, but guilds who refused to group up with her found themselves soon realizing that she was quickly becoming one of the more adept dungeoneers in the world. Rael certainly believed she was the best and it cemented her reputation further. The reputation of the wayfarer everyone hated, but intrinsically always wanted on their side. It became a strange double-sided sword of sorts. When she saw a double-cross coming, she enjoyed the thrill of it. She was a 'tank' who focused on agility and dexterity. To dodge and weave as her spear did short work of anyone who tried anything funny. Rael was confident she would always win a battle of attrition and while such a thought is hilariously overcompensating, it seems so far she has been mostly right. It always seems to be she's there… right when she's needed. She likes that. She likes that a lot. Spells & Spell-like Abilities Bolt TBD Heaven's Impact TBD Recall Using the little Alteration Magic she knows, Rael calls out to her weapon, returning it to her hands. Spring Step An Enhancement Magic ability that draws from ambient arcane energy to be drawn into the caster's legs for quick cat-like reflexes in a pinch. Allows a user to do an uncanny dodge or advance that is increased by the amount of magical energy used. Rael can use up to level four of this ability. Stormbreaker TBD Storm's Lament TBD Thunder Clap TBD Titan's Wrath TBD Other Information \|</s> <\|message\|>Kazuki Hoshizawa [星澤和希] --- --- Well, there was definitely one person that worried him more than Graves and Rael. The Augustine chick radiated the same energy a lot of his high school's mean girls' clique, and Kazuki immediately made a note to steer clear. Anyone that would willingly roleplay an asshole was usually bad news, anyway. Did that mean they now had three problem players? Well, he was sure Kazuma could handle it. At the very least someone else demanded his attention right now: the red head saying things he understood in his native language. He still didn't know how the whole language thing worked, but anytime he found his fellow countrymen, it was always a nice surprise. It was also a good heads up to let him know Kazuma couldn't just scold him in Japanese without drawing more attention than usual. However, even that wasn't important: what was important was that Kazuki was presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, something that only ever happened once in a blue moon, like a shooting star, or a bully getting their comeuppance. Outwardly, Kazuki wasn't any different than usual, though he did take a few steps to get as close to Rael as he could. Leaning in close, he made sure that she was the only one that could hear what he was saying: "はじめまして、ラエルちゃん." Even if he wasn't one hundred percent certain of its effectiveness, he was sure of one thing for sure: this was definitely going to do something. --- ---</s> <\|message\|>Andrew Gray Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- 'Why's everything gotta be a pain?' Graves bitched and moaned to himself one last time before getting off his ass and approaching his party. Though he'd kept his distance before he'd been listening all the while: Benkei was getting to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses. Then he went on to formulate a battle strategy based on that. The foresight he showed was appreciated- he picked out their weakest players and paired them up with someone capable of pulling that extra weight. Even gave up main tanking-- something most were loathed to do-- because he fit in better elsewhere. 'Guess you're not entirely shit, kid. Well done.' Not that he'd praise him so openly. No, Graves just walked up-- avoiding Rael as best he could-- and offered him an approving nod. "I've seen worse. Gimme a wide berth n' I'll get us through no problem." He glanced over to Seele, who'd be his backup. She might not be the typical healing support, but that was fine. Graves could handle that himself. In fact, her build was almost perfectly suited to compliment his. Taking a couple steps in her direction he held up a fist toward her. "Ready to kick some as-...?" His arm fell limp as his gaze shifted alongside everyone else's in the room. They might've been off in the corner but Aaginim was far from subtle about it. He had dropped down onto a knee, pulled a ring from his pocket and proposed to Luci. Right there. In-game. In front of everyone. Graves shifted between his feet, terribly uncomfortable even just watching from way over here. It was the kind of thing you'd see somebody do at the park, or the plaza, or in one of those fancy restaurants he could never afford to eat at. But Aaginim chose this grungy little tavern made of code instead of brick. Was that cheesy and awful? Or maybe it was weirdly romantic? There was that pang in his chest again. It was some mixture of embarrassment at their display of public affection, an anxiousness to move on from it, and a dash of jealousy. They'd managed to find happiness, real happiness. That was a rare, terribly precious thing, in Andrew's mind. They had better hold onto it, and to each other, for as long as they could. The world needed a little more color in it. "Aww, ain't that the cutest thing?" He grinned wistfully, arms crossed over his chest. A few moments passed before he looked around at the rest of the group, realizing how stupid he must've looked. "What!? I have a soul too."</s>	<\|message\|>Hanako Moriyama Location: Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria --- It's nice to meet you, Rael-chan. The condescending remark in her native tongue was probably self-earned, but Rael didn't feel as sharp as she usually did nor as spiteful. Hard to be when some moron decided to propose in the middle of a wayfarer's hall. Of all the times and places, Rael couldn't quite understand it. It was cute and some part of her kind of envied that kind of thing. Everyone's eyes were on Aaginim and Luci, but what really confused her the most about it was that Aaginim had tried to be as subtle as possible about it, dropping to one knee in a corner when everyone was huddled elsewhere going over battle-plans. Why didn't he want everyone to notice? Why not do it right after the team composition announcement? Part of her wanted to know, but part of her just wanted to be in Luci's position. Though Japanese proposals were a little less bombastic. "はいはい." Rael remarked under her breath to the lanky healer, as her eyes looked onward at Aaginim and Luci. Surprisingly Graves shared her sentiment, or at least in some part. She had turned to look at him when he said he found it cute. She felt flushed. Wait. Why was she thinking all stupid and weak? She mentally shook herself out of it. Why did she feel a little drunk and why was it sticking with her? "Good for them." She managed as she gathered her bearings. "I'm so—" She caught herself, what the fuck was she saying? She was sorry? For the ale? Was her idiot brain working correctly? She coughed quickly. "—I mean everyone's got a soul. Doesn't make anyone special." It wasn't the most ideal save, but she had to quickly show herself as the awesome tank that people either feared or hated. There was no room to show weakness. She was weak in the real world as Hanako and she needed to keep Hanako buried deep even if part of her was looking at Graves like a stupid idol in a band or movie. She was attracted to his type but not ever had she ever acted flirtatious in Pariah Online outside to gloat or mess with people; to catch them off-guard. She looked back at the bar as if on instinct. Did the ale she had been drinking actually been making her act out of it? Did the Pariah Online devs patch in actual drunkedness after a year of having the alcoholic drinks do nothing to players when they consumed it? She crossed her arms as she considered the thought, her eyes still on the bar as she said her final comment. "You've got a decent plan, Benkei. I like it."</s>