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<\|description\|>Wallace Conlee So, tell us a bit about yourself! "Oh. Um, well, I'm 23. I was born on April 8th, 1992. In Portland. Single mother, runaway father, no brothers or sisters. I went to NYU to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist, which was by an economical standpoint a horrible mistake because I am seriously deep in college debt at this point. But I learned a lot, y'know. I improved, and now I'm really good at what I do, so there's that. I was hired by the company because someone saw a billboard I did art for and called me up." Oh, my. Growing up with just your mother must have been hard, huh? It usually is. Did your friends understand? "Wow, that was rude. No, my mother was a really nice woman. She was kind, she was sweet, she took care of me. She made sure I always had food, and a bed to sleep in, and clothes. And she was funny, and she was the nicest woman I ever knew. As for friends, I don't see why they would even care. I had friends in school, and the I had friends in college, and now I'm just like most young adults and I don't have any friends, just people I talk to." I'm so sorry, I didnt mean to upset you. "Oh--wha--no. No, that's fine. Touchy subject, thats all." Are you sure? "Yeah, it's cool, it's fine. Next question?" Well, how did you discover that you wanted to be an artist? "Well, I grew up in Portland. There's like, fifty art galleries right by my house. My neighbor was an artist, too. He would have me do poses for him sometimes when I was little, and he would take my picture and paint it. And I thought it was so fucking cool how someone could take reality and just... recreate it on the page. And I really wanted to do that." But clearly your work is no longer inspired by that man who lived next door. You dont draw people. Who inspires you. "Mark Rothko, mainly. His works have such... emotion. Such depth. And Jackson Pollock. They were truly tortured souls, and they were able to just... perfectly, I mean perfectly express their inner demons on canvas. And then they moved past that and they expressed joy and sadness and life. Thats what I try to do with my art." Very interesting. Do you have any other interests? "Not really. I write a bit, sometimes, but very rarely." Oh, do you think you're any good? Can we expect to see a popular novel by Wallace Conlee any time soon? "Oh god, no, my writing is abysmal." Well, that's sad to hear. "Nah, it's okay. The writing world doesn't need another novelist. They have their hands full." And how do you feel about love? "Jesus, that came out of left field. Uh, I don't know. Love is... I dont know. I dont think you're supposed to know until you truly feel it. So... yeah, do with that what you will. Was that the last question?"</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace had been sitting in the office alone for roughly fifteen minutes. The room was bland. White walls, a gray conference table, a large window overlooking the city, a two person couch, and a clock were all that the office had to offer in terms of entertainment. Wallace had taken to staring out the window, his eyes fixing on a building far away from were they were. He kept his eyes focused hard on the building. The others faded. It was all that existed to him. He closed his eyes, imagining the shape, the depth, the size. He saw it there, in the darkness of his mind. The building. And he thought of colors. And they came. They surrounded it, encapsulated it, overtook it. It was becoming something new, something it hadn't been before. And it kept changing and taking on different forms, and everything new was inspired by everything old. But Wallace wanted something else. He wanted something new inspired by something new. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't make it happen. He opened his eyes again, the building coming back into view again, along with the rest of the surrounding city. He sighed, disappointed in himself. He had been running into this problem a bit recently. His brain wanted desperately to create something new and original, something people had never seen. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem-- The door burst open, and in marched Mr. Clark, the most stressed out man on the planet. He basically dragged the woman in behind him. She was thin, she had white-ish hair, she looked really tired, but that also looked like it was intentional. In her arm was a guitar bag, which she was clutching on to with her life. She looked just as confused as he probably did. "Wallace Conlee." Mr Clark said, gesturing to the woman behind him. "Meet Bethany Novikov. You'll both be working together on a few projects for the next few months." Wallace was dumbfounded. His jaw had been hanginging open ever so slightly since the two of them burst into the room, his brow contorted into a look of concern for not only Mr. Clark, but the overwhelmed woman he had thrown into the room as well. Neither of them knew what was happening here. "Oh... um... what?" Wallace said, looking to Mr Clark. He glared back, making Wallace take a step away. "Um, sorry, I just... I dont exactly understand whats happening. We're working together, I get that, but um... on what? How?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark Ryan Clarke fiddled with the lock on his briefcase as he stood against the table, "Mostly just little things- although that does not mean that they are not all the more necessary- like commercials for food products. Bethany here'll write jingles. You sketch cartoony faces and design box sleeves." When he opened the briefcase he began to draw out the contracts, copied and recopied for both. Once he organized the stacks of papers he crowned them with a pen each. The agent stood back and looked between the two, he clasped his hands together, "I'll be right back with coffee- which should give enough time for the both of you to get to know each other a bit." He stroked his tie as he glanced at Bethany before leaving the room. She had been looking at him, this Wallace, while Ryan was talking. She had dropped her guitar on the couch as an excuse to make her way to the window. But she couldn't concentrate on anything in the city. Instead she looked over at Wallace. He was scruffy looking. She hadn't met any of the artists yet- but he looked like an artist. "Hey." She said, extending a hand out to him as she smiled, "Nice to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace's face dropped for a moment at the mention of 'sketching cartooney faces.' He glared at the back of Mr. Clark's head as he exited the room, only barely noticing that Bethany had crossed to the couch. He was thinking of perhaps going up to Ryan and berating him. Or punching him in the back of the head. Or-- "Hey." A voice rang out, breaking his concentration. He tuned to face Bethany, only now being able to completely notice her. Her hand was extended to him, a warm, welcoming smile on her face. She looked nice, well put together, clean, that type of person. He looked over himself in his minds eye, tracing back to this morning, hoping he looked at least a little bit presentable. Head: Slightly unkempt hair on my head, pushed up. A bit of scruff on my face. Didn't have time to shave this morning. Torso: A blue and gray cardigan with a useless collar that's at least two sizes too big for me and a plain white shirt. No stains, so that's a plus, I guess. Lower: Brown khaki skinny jeans. Boots. Normal. Fuck, I should have prepared for this. I look stupid. Shit. Damn. Shit. Okay, whatever. IT's too late now. Just greet her. Shake. Go. He extended his hand, taking hers in his and giving it a shake. He smiled back at her. "Likewise." he said, hiding the clear annoyance he was showing not three seconds ago. "Nice to finally meet you, too."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark "Nice to finally meet you, too." She averted her eyes at that and nervously flicked her braid back behind a shoulder as she laughed. It was quick and tense- because she had made a stranger wait for her and she wondered if this bothered him. Even though punctuality wasn't exactly her forte it was still a growing demand in her life. In fact she had been trying recently to work on that by setting alarms and such. She was such a heavy sleeper though.. "Yeah- Sorry about that. I had a few things back at home to take care of." Which was a boldface lie. The girl had no idea why she had to give an excuse anyway, she was already late and nothing could change that. She stepped around the table and sat down in front of a contract. She took up a pen and twiddled it between her fingers. Although she was sure Clark would summarize the document page by page she was so nervous that she scanned the first page in vain. Picking out words that popped out at her: agent, clientele, Alphafind, disclaimer, creative process- Bethany glanced up at Wallace then- the weight of it all settling in only just now. She'd be tied to him by these contracts for months. They'd have to come up with ideas together and agree on them- but what if they were stark opposites? What if working with this guy only brought more stress into her life? She dropped the pen down on the contract once more and leaned back in her chair, she looked up at him expectantly, "Interview time. Whats your star sign? Do you like cats or dogs? Are you a spaghetti and meatball person or are you all about ravioli?" Her smile was small, but the corners of her eyes were pinched in a mischievous way, tinged with child-like curiosity.</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace immediately regretted his word choice when he saw her reactions to it. She had suddenly become bashful, nervous, and full of excuses. He was trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a joke or something, but he messed up pretty badly, judging by the outcome. When she turned away, he hit the side of his head a few times with his palm, nervous now, too, and a little angry with himself. He really didn't want to mess this up. Partly because he was bound to her through a contract, and partly because he wanted to actually be able to talk to someone new. He tried to think of something, anything else to say to her, but he just couldn't seem to make anything come out. Lucky for him, she started asking questions. Lots of questions. Wow, they were coming fast. He stood there, a deer-in-headlights look plastered on his face. He wasn't particularly a good person to interview. Not that he was bad at it, he just didn't really think he was all that interesting. But, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities. "Ah! Um, Aries! Cats! Spa--no, Ravioli!" He fired out his answers in quick succession, and now found himself standing in the middle of the room stiffly, a dumb smile on his face. He stepped forwards after a small moment and sat down in the chair across the table from her, looking over at her as he folded his arms in front of himself. "Did I pass the test?" he asked, his dumb smile changing to a more genuine one.</s> <\|message\|>Bethany Novikov Her smile broadened at his hurried manner in replying to her questions. She settled in to her chair, growing slightly more comfortable. "Hah I'm not testing you- but we're total opposites." She said as she picked up the pen again and played with it, flipping it through her fingers. Her gaze fell on her hand as she concentrated on the hand trick, "I'm a Scorpio- which is a water sign. Aries is fire, I think. And I'm more of a dog person- I grew up with a hound/lab mix. And I don't like ravioli." She shrugged, "But no big deal." The pen flipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. She huffed before stooping over to look under the table for it. After a moment she snatched the pen up again and she shot back up to look at him. "So, Wallace, any questions for me?" Bethany wondered if putting him on the spot was exactly the best way to form a business relationship. Agh but she hated these awkward introductions and testing-the-waters banter that everyone went through when they first meet new people. What do you do? Where did you go to school? Where did you grow up? Oh how is it there? What do you do for fun? Blah blah blah. It bored her to tears. She wanted someone to have an original conversation with her. She looked expectantly at him. Who's more original than an artist? She thought. Okay, yeah, maybe asking zodiac signs wasn't the most original thing but at least its out there. Her thoughts swam and sounded conflicted.</s>	<\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace thought for a moment, his face dropping in concentration, flicking through questions in his mind, trying to pick out the best one. He didn't want to make small talk. He didn't want to ask about the weather, or what her favorite television show was, or if she liked ice cream. He wanted to get to the heart of the matters at hand. He wanted to find out what made Ryan and the rest of Alphafind want them to work together. And, like that, he got it. He found the question he wanted to ask. He leaned in a bit, his elbows resting on the table. His eyes met hers, and he asked her. "What inspires you?" He said, smiling a bit. "I mean, what really gets inside your head, finds the core, rips it out, and throws it down on paper for everyone to see? Like--like, for me, at first, I was just inspired by the idea of creation. Like, I thought the idea of... of creating something new, something nobody has ever seen before in the history of the world was absolutely amazing. And I try to do that--I try to think of that Idea every single time I begin tow work and I just try to...create." He was smiling widely now, unable to contain the excitement that had been building up inside of him. He loved talking about it, he truly did.</s>
<\|description\|>Wallace Conlee So, tell us a bit about yourself! "Oh. Um, well, I'm 23. I was born on April 8th, 1992. In Portland. Single mother, runaway father, no brothers or sisters. I went to NYU to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist, which was by an economical standpoint a horrible mistake because I am seriously deep in college debt at this point. But I learned a lot, y'know. I improved, and now I'm really good at what I do, so there's that. I was hired by the company because someone saw a billboard I did art for and called me up." Oh, my. Growing up with just your mother must have been hard, huh? It usually is. Did your friends understand? "Wow, that was rude. No, my mother was a really nice woman. She was kind, she was sweet, she took care of me. She made sure I always had food, and a bed to sleep in, and clothes. And she was funny, and she was the nicest woman I ever knew. As for friends, I don't see why they would even care. I had friends in school, and the I had friends in college, and now I'm just like most young adults and I don't have any friends, just people I talk to." I'm so sorry, I didnt mean to upset you. "Oh--wha--no. No, that's fine. Touchy subject, thats all." Are you sure? "Yeah, it's cool, it's fine. Next question?" Well, how did you discover that you wanted to be an artist? "Well, I grew up in Portland. There's like, fifty art galleries right by my house. My neighbor was an artist, too. He would have me do poses for him sometimes when I was little, and he would take my picture and paint it. And I thought it was so fucking cool how someone could take reality and just... recreate it on the page. And I really wanted to do that." But clearly your work is no longer inspired by that man who lived next door. You dont draw people. Who inspires you. "Mark Rothko, mainly. His works have such... emotion. Such depth. And Jackson Pollock. They were truly tortured souls, and they were able to just... perfectly, I mean perfectly express their inner demons on canvas. And then they moved past that and they expressed joy and sadness and life. Thats what I try to do with my art." Very interesting. Do you have any other interests? "Not really. I write a bit, sometimes, but very rarely." Oh, do you think you're any good? Can we expect to see a popular novel by Wallace Conlee any time soon? "Oh god, no, my writing is abysmal." Well, that's sad to hear. "Nah, it's okay. The writing world doesn't need another novelist. They have their hands full." And how do you feel about love? "Jesus, that came out of left field. Uh, I don't know. Love is... I dont know. I dont think you're supposed to know until you truly feel it. So... yeah, do with that what you will. Was that the last question?"</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace's face dropped for a moment at the mention of 'sketching cartooney faces.' He glared at the back of Mr. Clark's head as he exited the room, only barely noticing that Bethany had crossed to the couch. He was thinking of perhaps going up to Ryan and berating him. Or punching him in the back of the head. Or-- "Hey." A voice rang out, breaking his concentration. He tuned to face Bethany, only now being able to completely notice her. Her hand was extended to him, a warm, welcoming smile on her face. She looked nice, well put together, clean, that type of person. He looked over himself in his minds eye, tracing back to this morning, hoping he looked at least a little bit presentable. Head: Slightly unkempt hair on my head, pushed up. A bit of scruff on my face. Didn't have time to shave this morning. Torso: A blue and gray cardigan with a useless collar that's at least two sizes too big for me and a plain white shirt. No stains, so that's a plus, I guess. Lower: Brown khaki skinny jeans. Boots. Normal. Fuck, I should have prepared for this. I look stupid. Shit. Damn. Shit. Okay, whatever. IT's too late now. Just greet her. Shake. Go. He extended his hand, taking hers in his and giving it a shake. He smiled back at her. "Likewise." he said, hiding the clear annoyance he was showing not three seconds ago. "Nice to finally meet you, too."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark "Nice to finally meet you, too." She averted her eyes at that and nervously flicked her braid back behind a shoulder as she laughed. It was quick and tense- because she had made a stranger wait for her and she wondered if this bothered him. Even though punctuality wasn't exactly her forte it was still a growing demand in her life. In fact she had been trying recently to work on that by setting alarms and such. She was such a heavy sleeper though.. "Yeah- Sorry about that. I had a few things back at home to take care of." Which was a boldface lie. The girl had no idea why she had to give an excuse anyway, she was already late and nothing could change that. She stepped around the table and sat down in front of a contract. She took up a pen and twiddled it between her fingers. Although she was sure Clark would summarize the document page by page she was so nervous that she scanned the first page in vain. Picking out words that popped out at her: agent, clientele, Alphafind, disclaimer, creative process- Bethany glanced up at Wallace then- the weight of it all settling in only just now. She'd be tied to him by these contracts for months. They'd have to come up with ideas together and agree on them- but what if they were stark opposites? What if working with this guy only brought more stress into her life? She dropped the pen down on the contract once more and leaned back in her chair, she looked up at him expectantly, "Interview time. Whats your star sign? Do you like cats or dogs? Are you a spaghetti and meatball person or are you all about ravioli?" Her smile was small, but the corners of her eyes were pinched in a mischievous way, tinged with child-like curiosity.</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace immediately regretted his word choice when he saw her reactions to it. She had suddenly become bashful, nervous, and full of excuses. He was trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a joke or something, but he messed up pretty badly, judging by the outcome. When she turned away, he hit the side of his head a few times with his palm, nervous now, too, and a little angry with himself. He really didn't want to mess this up. Partly because he was bound to her through a contract, and partly because he wanted to actually be able to talk to someone new. He tried to think of something, anything else to say to her, but he just couldn't seem to make anything come out. Lucky for him, she started asking questions. Lots of questions. Wow, they were coming fast. He stood there, a deer-in-headlights look plastered on his face. He wasn't particularly a good person to interview. Not that he was bad at it, he just didn't really think he was all that interesting. But, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities. "Ah! Um, Aries! Cats! Spa--no, Ravioli!" He fired out his answers in quick succession, and now found himself standing in the middle of the room stiffly, a dumb smile on his face. He stepped forwards after a small moment and sat down in the chair across the table from her, looking over at her as he folded his arms in front of himself. "Did I pass the test?" he asked, his dumb smile changing to a more genuine one.</s> <\|message\|>Bethany Novikov Her smile broadened at his hurried manner in replying to her questions. She settled in to her chair, growing slightly more comfortable. "Hah I'm not testing you- but we're total opposites." She said as she picked up the pen again and played with it, flipping it through her fingers. Her gaze fell on her hand as she concentrated on the hand trick, "I'm a Scorpio- which is a water sign. Aries is fire, I think. And I'm more of a dog person- I grew up with a hound/lab mix. And I don't like ravioli." She shrugged, "But no big deal." The pen flipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. She huffed before stooping over to look under the table for it. After a moment she snatched the pen up again and she shot back up to look at him. "So, Wallace, any questions for me?" Bethany wondered if putting him on the spot was exactly the best way to form a business relationship. Agh but she hated these awkward introductions and testing-the-waters banter that everyone went through when they first meet new people. What do you do? Where did you go to school? Where did you grow up? Oh how is it there? What do you do for fun? Blah blah blah. It bored her to tears. She wanted someone to have an original conversation with her. She looked expectantly at him. Who's more original than an artist? She thought. Okay, yeah, maybe asking zodiac signs wasn't the most original thing but at least its out there. Her thoughts swam and sounded conflicted.</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace thought for a moment, his face dropping in concentration, flicking through questions in his mind, trying to pick out the best one. He didn't want to make small talk. He didn't want to ask about the weather, or what her favorite television show was, or if she liked ice cream. He wanted to get to the heart of the matters at hand. He wanted to find out what made Ryan and the rest of Alphafind want them to work together. And, like that, he got it. He found the question he wanted to ask. He leaned in a bit, his elbows resting on the table. His eyes met hers, and he asked her. "What inspires you?" He said, smiling a bit. "I mean, what really gets inside your head, finds the core, rips it out, and throws it down on paper for everyone to see? Like--like, for me, at first, I was just inspired by the idea of creation. Like, I thought the idea of... of creating something new, something nobody has ever seen before in the history of the world was absolutely amazing. And I try to do that--I try to think of that Idea every single time I begin tow work and I just try to...create." He was smiling widely now, unable to contain the excitement that had been building up inside of him. He loved talking about it, he truly did.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark She was taken aback by his sudden excited talk and, of course, the loaded question. He wasted no time, she thought. "What inspires me?" She echoed, just to stall for time. Bethany tapped on her lower lip as she rested her elbows on the table and looked up toward the ceiling. She sat like this in a pensive silence for a moment before she dropped her gray eyes to look over at him once more. "Well- I guess a lot of things inspire me. I like to be outside- in the world- and experience as much as I can. Like- I'll walk down the street and if I see anything interesting I'll add meaning to it. People and faces become music notes. Anything that catches my eye, really, can turn into a note. And then i'll collage it all together. How I feel determines a lot, too." She felt like her explanation was a little too vague but she couldn't find the words to clarify for him. "But making something unique-" she said, turning the conversation back on him, "thats great. Sucks that you're stuck designing cereal boxes." She said with a smile to show she meant no harm. "Then again- jingles aren't exactly what I imagined doing here either." She glanced down at the contract and grimaced for a moment. Her braid had fallen off her shoulder and on to it, she quickly flicked her hair away. "You should show me some of your stuff sometime." She said, "And i'll show you mine." Just then the door opened and Ryan Clarke stepped in. He settled the coffee's down before them and sat on the opposite end of the table, his own copy of the contract before him. He glanced quickly between them, "Well then. Hope you've gotten to know each other a bit- but lets get down to business, shall we?" Beth nodded, turning her attention down to her braid again, playing with it and inspecting it out of boredom. Seeing this her agent set his mouth in a fine line before looking over at Wallace, "I've a meeting in about half an hour- so I'll just be summarizing page by page. Feel free to take it home but your decisions must be made before tomorrow morning at 9 am." He said measuredly, looking between them every now and then. (Want him to talk about the contract or do you just want to skip this part?)</s>	<\|message\|>Wallace Conlee (Sure, I dont see why we can't have him talk about it!) Wallace leaned back in his chair, sighing a little as Mr. Clark started speaking. It wasnt that he necessarily hated his agent--even though he was about 76% sure his agent hated him-- so to speak. It was just, y'know, he was incredibly annoying, and sort of a dick. He needed to calm down and have some tea with honey or something, because he never seemed to stop. But Wallace didn't see him changing any time soon. Wallace looked over to Bethany, who seemed to be paying attention. He thought about what she said, about how people and faces and stuff become music notes. And about how she draws inspiration from everything around her. It reminded him of how he could close his eyes and construct worlds of art, inspired by the word around him. He thought that it was really cool that her process of creation was similar to his. She seemed cool. Did he seem cool? Wallace froze for a moment, his face frozen in a state of 'i need to go over everything I just did with this person to make sure I didn't fuck up'. Did she think he was nice? Did she think he was neat? Interesting? That was something that mattered. Did she think she could work with him? He hoped he didn't come off as an idiot, that would be bad. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous tick he had. A thousand questions were suddenly racing through his head, and he had zero answers. Stop, shut the fuck up, don't be stupid. Listen to your stupid agent. And with that, Wallace snapped back to attention, focusing on Mr. Clark instead.</s>
<\|description\|>Mr. Len Roleplay Name: Qazar Len Roleplay Age: 37 Roleplay Gender: Male Roleplay Character Personality: Calm, quiet, and wise. Roleplay Character Description: Black, grey, and red hair, a dark suit, with jeans. About 6 feet tall. Calm and usually boring. Roleplay Character Origin/Background Information: Born in a small cluster of islands in the Pacific Ocean. Survived by himself since he was 6 years old. He was by himself for about 10 years. When he was around 16 years old, he traveled around, until he found a dimension linking to barren mountains, and forests. He founded Golden Wings Academy on this ancient dimension. He met Vektor Ivan, while he was traveling, and he recruited him into the academy as a teacher. Then his old friend Jeiku met up with them, and he also became a teacher. And soon they led the academy. Main Power: Sound Manipulation Secondary Power: Teleportation Third Power: Shadow Form Weakness: Hallucinates sometimes. Main Skills (Max 3): Sonic Boom, Mute, Sonic Destruction</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len Leans back in his chair, looking at the other two, as a giant map of Golden Wings Academy lays out in front of us. A week from the start of the 11th year of the academy. A few months away from the 11th anniversary. Mr. Len sighs and scratches his head. He then says, ''Now it's about time to get to business.''</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Raika Mr.Raika Is sitting in his chair, eyes closed, both of his arms covered within his robe. Slowly opening his eye-lids, his dark black eyes show, and his arms come out of his robe, placing them on the table. "So what did you call this meeting for, headmaster?"</s> <\|message\|>Mr.V Mr. V Vektor sat in his chair, eyeing a few specific places on the map. He mumbles to himself; "Business...." He then scratched his head and adjusted the neck covering/bandanna around his neck.</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len ''Well you see, now that the new year is coming, we must prepare for new students like usual.'' he said. Mr. Len looked at both of them in the eyes, and continued, ''But with the old forgotten powers running loose throughout the land, it is hard to keep track.'' Mr. Len then sighs, and takes a sip of water from his mug. ''I need one of you go to seal off, and counter some of the known curses, spells, and enchantments hiding.'' Mr. Len looks a both of them, waiting for an answer.</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Raika Mr.Raika Closes his eyes, and continues listening. "I guess I can, I have some free time tomorrow. How long do you expect it to take?" I then hide my arms in my robe once again. "Hmm..I do have a new chain ability I'd like to try out...." "Tell me where to go, I guess."</s> <\|message\|>Mr.V Mr. V Vektor looked at professor Len carefully, He then grabbed his White, Brand new mug, And sipped on the tea inside. He then scratched his head once more. "We really need to keep track better, eventually this is going to become tedious." "The new recruits this year are coming in like clockork."</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len ''Alright so you will head out toward the nearby mountains, tomorrow, and you will scout out and counter any known spells, curses, and enchantments from long ago.'' Mr. Len yawns then continues, ''I expect you to be back in a few hours.'' Mr. Len then stands up and walks out, closing the door behind him. Mr. Len walks down the hall, heading to his office. As he approaches the office door he seems to get more tired from the day's work. Preparing for the new year is hard work at Golden Wings Academy. Mr. Len opens the door to his office, and walks in, closing the wooden door behind him. The office is a small room about 25 feet wide, and about 10 feet in height. Mr. Len plops down on his chair, and relaxes for a few moments. Then he starts writing on a piece of paper, a letter to someone. He spends about 5-10 minutes writing the letter, and when he finishes he takes the letter and he puts it in a hole in the office. The letter drops down the hole, and zooms off in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Raika Mr.Raika Raika slowly nods at Mr.Len, and starts to stand up. "If you say so, I guess.." He walks out of the room lazily, and heads to his office. Sitting down in his chair, he starts napping. Raika then wakes up after a little while, and stands up. He takes out a book,sitting down and starting to read it. The book is a Chain Manipulation Book that he wrote himself, with theories and abilities that he can use. After reading for about an hour, he sits back down and takes another nap. "Yawn..it's such a boring day. Oh well." He falls into a deep sleep until the next day.</s> <\|message\|>Mr.V Mr. V As Len leaves, Vektor goes to stand up, but he sits himself back down. He reaches in his Robe pocket, And pulls out a mobile phone,he researches multiple 'Supernatural' Encounters, To assist in his hunt for runes. "Damn magic, so damn hard to monitor" I get up to walk to my office. IN my long trot to my office i think abut the properties of my abilities, and how to help others manifest similar abilities. I walk to the bed in my office and i lie on it, drifting off to sleep.</s>	<\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len ends up falling asleep in his chair, passing out in front of a bunch of papers. About 5-8 hours later. Everyone starts waking up. It is a bright, sunny day. He dresses in a new robe, and then eats some bread and cheese, with tea. Mr. Len rubs his eyes as he eats, and looks outside the window at the rolling hills, and windy mountains. He sighs and continues eating. After he finishes eating, he goes out, for a morning walk in the forest. He walks down a path in the forest, enjoying the nice summer day.</s>
<\|description\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Fin, Lils to close friends Birth Date: September 24, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Serafina has long brown hair with bangs sweeping over her forehead. Her eyes are hazel, and a bit bigger than the eyes of most girls her age. She's lightly tanned and her skin is fairly unblemished, with only the occasional small scar from childhood accidents. Standing at 5'5", she's rather short for her age, although she doesn't mind. Her ears are pierced, but she won't pierce anything else, no matter what. Her somewhat-guilty secret is a tattoo of a peacock on her back; its head reaches almost to her neck, and it covers most of her back. Her hands and feet are small, and she's not too curvy, but still looks feminine. Clothing Style: Serafina tends to dress in cream, gold, and brown, with the occasional splash of blue or green. She favors overlarge sweaters, leggings, and tall boots in the colder months, along with a fluffy scarf. When it's warmer outside, she wears shorts of a modest length and tank tops, paired with Roman-style sandals, although she will sometimes wear a sundress. The only jewelry she wears is a pair of blue sapphire earrings, which were a gift from her father. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Faithful romantic partners * Chocolate * "Adopting" younger demigods * Bollywood romcoms, especially one called Jab We Met * Singing Dislikes: * Cheaters * Zucchini * Mean people * People who mess with people's hearts * People hearing her singing Fears: * Failing to protect her "children" * Small spaces * Being unable to breathe Habits: * Mothering people in distress * Humming * Replacing an English word with a word in another language, usually Hindi Personality: ♦ Motherliness ♦ Loyalty ♦ Calmness ♦ Insecurity Serafina is a natural mother; she wants to take care of everyone, and usually does. Anyone she takes under her wing, she is loyal to until the very end. She's very calm in a crisis, and good at giving advice; at least, in certain subjects. She'll always be the first to encourage someone to believe in themselves and their dreams. However, she's secretly rather insecure about herself. She won't sing for anyone, because she thinks she's not that good at it. She thinks she's not very attractive, and won't listen when anyone says otherwise. Background: Serafina grew up with a father who loved her, no siblings, and no mother. She didn't mind it too much; she had her father, and that was enough for her. Starting school was a bit scary for her, but she made a few good friends, and "adopted" them all. In her group of friends, Serafina was obviously the mother figure. She looked after them all, sometimes without them knowing, and would do anything to protect them. However, she always kept her problems secret from them. The bullies in her middle school caused serious damage to her self-esteem. Despite her loving father and loyal friends, she believed the bullies when they said she would never amount to anything much. The issues she gained from school stayed with her all her life. Since she came to Olympus Academy, however, she's regained a bit of her self-confidence. After all, she is the daughter of the queen of the gods. Extra: Like I said before, Poseidon and Hestia~ (Also, I think Serafina would be able to officiate demigod weddings, yes?) --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hera, wife of Zeus and queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and faithfulness. Relationship With Godly Parent: Serafina has always been a bit in awe of her mother, which Hera has been patiently working to dispel. Hera just wants a loving mother-daughter relationship, but Serafina is a bit too respectful and polite for them to really bond. Secretly, Serafina wants to make sure she doesn't drive off the only mother she's ever known. Godly Abilities: Summoning - Serafina can summon peacocks, her mother's sacred animals, to defend herself. Knowledge of Love - Serafina can sense when a relationship is going well, and when a couple are nearing divorce.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Amity Hannelore Alex Hannelore Location; Olympus Academy Grounds Interacting With;Corinthe Malakos @Obscurus --- --- Alex briefly gave Corinthe a bewildered look. Would She really use a pop culture reference as the solution to a puzzle? Had she been doing that for a while? Alex had seen The Lord of the Rings-- once, five years ago-- but she didn't at all remember the Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria, and neither did she understand what the inscription meant. Neurons fired across the bow of Alex's mind, as she faintly reminisced of the scene the ineffable inscription came from. "Yeah, yeah... that was from, eh... the scene with the big doors, right?" Said Alex, sheepishly. "Gandalf said something and opened the doors, or something like that? I guess... whatever it is he said should help get this thing open." Alex wracked her brain for answers, and came up with nothing. What was it that the door said in the movie? "Speak and enter"? Speak what? Alex brushed a wayward strand of hair back under her cap, and drummed her fingers on the puzzle box. "Hey-- you don't happen to know what Gandalf said, do you?" Alex looked to Corinthe imploringly. The library probably had the answer, but maybe she already knew it?</s> <\|message\|>Dallas Brett Relo Dallas Relo and Zeke Carter Location: Olympus Academy Interacting With: Dallas Relo and Zeke Carter As the minutes crept into an hour, and then another hour, the empty campus of Olympus Academy slowly started to hum with activity, as demigods arrived in their own cars, limousines, or in more unconventional methods suited to their parentage and temperament. Of particular interest were the pairs that started to form as brothers started to link up with sisters, sharing both physical resemblances and stories of their summers once they had migrated towards each other. So it was particularly odd seeing one pair split up, a sister leaving a smattering of bags and luggage behind in her brother's wake while the limo that dropped them off pulled away, dignified. While Zeke Carter sped off to drop off the bags in record time and then get back to his no-doubt-vitally-important-eye-flirting, a blonde boy, laying down on the hood of a Mazda with knees raised and one hand behind his head, pushed his hair back with his free hand and half-groaned in epiphany. When Zeke returned, however, that blonde boy was standing directly in his path, grinning with a natural trickster's vibe with arms crossed, one hand cupping one elbow. When he went out to shake the hand of Zeus's son, the hand went right through Zeke's. Two more Dallases, standing now on opposite sides of him, laughed even more loudly, while the boy on the Mazda finally stood atop the hood of his car and bounced, gracefully, onto the soft grass below. As he paced closer to Zeke, the three illusionary clones started to shimmer in focus, catching the light of the sun like windows, before finally blinking out of existence when they were within dueling distance. He adopted the same playful grin that his first clone had been wearing - and this time, stuck his hand out for real. "Sorry bro. Rough morning, and I knew I could fool you with it. No hard feelings?" Normally, Zeke would be pretty pissed about someone messing with him like that. But since it was Dallas, he let him off with a warning punch on the shoulder. That's not to say that it wasn't a hard hit though. "Hey man. Between you and me? I could never hold a grudge on you," he chuckled, patting his good friend and teammate on the back, but again not bothering to control his strength. "Great! Glad to hear it." Dallas grinned a little wider, biting back the urge to rub his shoulder, and dug a toe of one Jordan into the grass of the campus courtyard. "Because I had a real night, believe you me, buddy. Eleven hours between here and California with no pit stops, and now that I'm trying to get a nap in before assembly, the sun's out giving me energy. It's a pain and a half in the ass, Zeke. It's left me really unencouraged to do anything in classes today. Or tomorrow. Until the weekend, honestly. And that's not good, man - I got a little sister, not even 18 yet. What kind of example am I setting for her if I sleep through classes for the whole first week? So I figure, you know, we get together in the apartments sometime tonight, tomorrow night. Throw out some invites, we crack some beers, and we all motivate each other for the year's worth of scholastic achievement ahead. Only thing is, I only brought three or four twelve-packs, and nobody's gonna be feeling very positive about school with only three beers in them. I figure, between me and you, we'll plan something sufficiently...uh....interesting." A night filled with underaged drinkings and possible shenanigans that followed it? Dallas definitely knew how to start the school year off right! Zeke thought about it for a moment, which is rare for him. "I have one pack over at my place that I can bring, but that still wouldn't be enough... But I'm sure I can convince the rest of the football team to pitch in." Zeke was already making a mental list of who they should invite. He also had to be careful that Stella didn't find about it. Miss Perfect will totally tattle on them if she caught them having a drinking party. He loved his sister and all, but damn, she can be a pain being all 'motherly' and shit. Clearly, Dallas had come to pretty much the same conclusion - with the added caveat that his sister was not only six years younger than Zeke's, but far more impressionable. Thoughtfully, he ran his hand through his hair, pulled his bangs back over sapphire eyes, and then repeated the process for a minute until his face lit up in thought. Then it sank. He began tugging at his hair again before finally shaking his head."You know what? Yeah, you worry about the beer. I'll worry about where we throw this and who gets to find out. Any VIPs you're dying to drink with?" Zeke did have one person particularly in mind. "The one and only, daughter of Aphrodite, Clarissa Price. She's a total babe," he admitted unshyly and without hesitation. He has had his eyes set on her since he laid eyes on her. She was completely gorgeous and she had the perfect body to go with it. He gave Dallas a look that said that if he tried anything on Clarissa, he would most likely be dead in a river the next morning. Seconds later, his face returned back to its normal dopey self, leaving no trace of hostility. "Mostly just the guys though. Any hot girl willing to party is fine by me too." he added. Zeke checked his phone for a second and noticed the time. The assembly was going to start soon. "By chance do you think they'll actually let us skip the assembly this year? We've only heard that stupid speech like a bazillion times..." "Fuck. Yeah, tell me about it. If I hadn't had such a genius idea to unify our peers and all get wasted together, I'd think that hearing the whole 'these years are the most important of your demigod lives' thing would be a good time to unwind a little." Dallas raised his eyebrows slightly, and one corner of his mouth twitched in a playful smile. "Alright, man, I should probably get a move on. Find my sister, God only knows what she's gotten herself into without me there. You, uh, talk to the team, and I'll put in a good word for you with whatshername. The girl I don't care about." Beaming wider, the son of the sun clasped his friend's hand again, used the other to push back his own hair one more time. "Talk to you at lunch?" "For sure, man. See you then." Satisfied so far with their plans, Zeke walked off along the path, looking for more ways to waste time or hopefully a way to get out of going to the assembly. Dallas, meanwhile, casually used his Nikes to smooth over the spot in the grass where the toe of the shoe had dug into the soft soil. While his feet worked, the demigod half debated just kicking back in the grass with his entire body; laying spread-eagled, letting the sun soak him with enough of its golden rays to carry him through the day. But that would mean missing out on more than just a few dumb first-day festivities, it would mean missing out on friendly time, family time, and skimping out on the invites for the party. He wasn't about to cut his own social femoral artery by being alone in his dorm with sixty beers. Fuck that. But that was still...by now, about fourteen hours off. Right. Dallas had more pressing concerns. To: Vivian From: Dallas HEY BABE! If anyone asks, I hit, like, a deer. Or some really big animal. On the road from California. It shouldn't affect most of my day, but I don't know if I'm going to make the assembly. Don't worry, I'm okay. It's a good thing this very tragic and authentic accident that I have honestly found myself in won't ruin most of our first day together in months. I can't wait to see you after my miraculous recovery time! - Love your 100% traumatized brother That's more like it.</s>	<\|message\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina Lewison Location; Olympus Academy campus Interacting With; Anyone --- --- Judging by the way students were scurrying around, it was almost time for the assembly. Unlike some of the returning students, Serafina always came to the assembly. That was where she started looking out for those who might be in need of comfort, and besides, she was one of the most frequent volunteers to show the new kids around. Standing and stretching, she ignored a couple of boys who eyed her and whistled. They were probably just teasing, anyway; why would they look at her when there were so many absolutely gorgeous girls on campus? Brushing off her dress, she made her way towards the assembly hall. Serafina made it to the assembly hall about ten minutes before it was due to start, so she stood near the doors and waited. She wasn't the only one with that idea, apparently, and she looked over at the nearest person and smiled. "Hey." She said. "I'm Serafina. What's your name?"</s>
<\|description\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Fin, Lils to close friends Birth Date: September 24, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Serafina has long brown hair with bangs sweeping over her forehead. Her eyes are hazel, and a bit bigger than the eyes of most girls her age. She's lightly tanned and her skin is fairly unblemished, with only the occasional small scar from childhood accidents. Standing at 5'5", she's rather short for her age, although she doesn't mind. Her ears are pierced, but she won't pierce anything else, no matter what. Her somewhat-guilty secret is a tattoo of a peacock on her back; its head reaches almost to her neck, and it covers most of her back. Her hands and feet are small, and she's not too curvy, but still looks feminine. Clothing Style: Serafina tends to dress in cream, gold, and brown, with the occasional splash of blue or green. She favors overlarge sweaters, leggings, and tall boots in the colder months, along with a fluffy scarf. When it's warmer outside, she wears shorts of a modest length and tank tops, paired with Roman-style sandals, although she will sometimes wear a sundress. The only jewelry she wears is a pair of blue sapphire earrings, which were a gift from her father. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Faithful romantic partners * Chocolate * "Adopting" younger demigods * Bollywood romcoms, especially one called Jab We Met * Singing Dislikes: * Cheaters * Zucchini * Mean people * People who mess with people's hearts * People hearing her singing Fears: * Failing to protect her "children" * Small spaces * Being unable to breathe Habits: * Mothering people in distress * Humming * Replacing an English word with a word in another language, usually Hindi Personality: ♦ Motherliness ♦ Loyalty ♦ Calmness ♦ Insecurity Serafina is a natural mother; she wants to take care of everyone, and usually does. Anyone she takes under her wing, she is loyal to until the very end. She's very calm in a crisis, and good at giving advice; at least, in certain subjects. She'll always be the first to encourage someone to believe in themselves and their dreams. However, she's secretly rather insecure about herself. She won't sing for anyone, because she thinks she's not that good at it. She thinks she's not very attractive, and won't listen when anyone says otherwise. Background: Serafina grew up with a father who loved her, no siblings, and no mother. She didn't mind it too much; she had her father, and that was enough for her. Starting school was a bit scary for her, but she made a few good friends, and "adopted" them all. In her group of friends, Serafina was obviously the mother figure. She looked after them all, sometimes without them knowing, and would do anything to protect them. However, she always kept her problems secret from them. The bullies in her middle school caused serious damage to her self-esteem. Despite her loving father and loyal friends, she believed the bullies when they said she would never amount to anything much. The issues she gained from school stayed with her all her life. Since she came to Olympus Academy, however, she's regained a bit of her self-confidence. After all, she is the daughter of the queen of the gods. Extra: Like I said before, Poseidon and Hestia~ (Also, I think Serafina would be able to officiate demigod weddings, yes?) --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hera, wife of Zeus and queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and faithfulness. Relationship With Godly Parent: Serafina has always been a bit in awe of her mother, which Hera has been patiently working to dispel. Hera just wants a loving mother-daughter relationship, but Serafina is a bit too respectful and polite for them to really bond. Secretly, Serafina wants to make sure she doesn't drive off the only mother she's ever known. Godly Abilities: Summoning - Serafina can summon peacocks, her mother's sacred animals, to defend herself. Knowledge of Love - Serafina can sense when a relationship is going well, and when a couple are nearing divorce.</s> <\|message\|>Ever Michelle Tidus Raven Daemon Location:Power Management! Interacting With:No One --- --- Raven, after looking over the map for the hundredth time, was able to make her way to her Power Management class. She raised her eyebrows at the people who were taking it before going and sitting down in her chair. She pulled it out and plopped down in it, setting her bag down next to her chair. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked around. The people here... Jeez, they were strange, but less strange than some of the people that she had met before. She pulled out her locket once again and began playing with it on her desk. She never took the locket off, even when she went to bed at night. It was the last thing that remained of her mother's. Everything else had either been sold to help pay for her living or had been stolen or taken by the orphanage women. They didn't want the children to have anything about where they had come from. Raven had hidden the locket every day under her pillow and she had remembered to grab it when she ran away. Now, she always wore it, making sure that it still worked. She would always clean it and keep it in pristine condition. She turned it over carefully again, examining the gears and knobs on the back. The heart had a clear case over it, so you could see the mechanism that would work the music box itself. She carefully twisted the knob to make it go, watching the wind up mechanism, and then watch it as it began to spin the opposite direction and the music began to pour out of it again. She began humming some of the notes to it, whenever she recognized it and she sat back in her chair with a sigh, memories of her mother fluttering back to her. --- --- Ever Tidus Location: Physical Education Interacting With: Peter Sköjare @MiddleEarthRoze --- --- Ever carefully slid her arm underneath his and they began to walk, Charlie trotting in between them. "Love triangle?" Ever said with slight interest. "That sounds most fascinating. Love is a curious thing... then again, Curiosity did kill the cat. It is best to just avoid love at all costs. It is easier for me because I am blind, and, well, who would really want to date me? With my creepy eyes and creepy powers?" Ever let out a light laugh as they turned to head toward the Physical Education room. "I believe that they have put me in Physical Education this morning," Ever said, in response to his last question. "The Gods only know why they would put a blind girl in the Phys Ed class, but I guess I can help out. Preventing things before they happen in all." Ever laughed as they turned the corner again and she carefully picked up Charlie's harness as they entered the room. "Thanks for helping me out, Peter. I hope you get to feeling better." Gently reaching out, she gave him a quick hug before making her way over to the nearest seat, with help from Charlie, who managed to run her into four chairs on the way. She would not be able to tell who was in the class with her until someone began talking or there was a roll call, though there rarely was ever one to help her out. Many of the people who took Phys Ed had already been here for a few years and many of the teachers knew them by name. She was one of the more known ones, but for the reason that she was blind rather than anything else. She was mainly in the class to help prevent injuries, lest the Gods be angry with the teacher... She smiled slightly. She at least was important. She was literally protecting people from getting killed.</s> <\|message\|>Jeremiah Howard Tomers Jeremiah Howard Tomers Location: Campus>First Class Interacting With: Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia, Skye Woodsen, Stella McGuire @HushedWhispers --- --- Jay was still trying to gather himself. He didn't mean to bump into anyone, but he did and the initial feeling wasn't a pleasant one. He slightly got the wind kicked out of him, so he was trying to do all that he could just to get control of his senses. That wouldn't take long, but when Jay would apologize to the person he bumped into, he noticed that the person was the last person in the entire academy that Jay wanted to see/talk to, let alone bump into. "Y-Yes, I am, but I prefer Jay, if you don't mind," Jay said, stating he preferred to be called Jay and not Jeremiah. What nerve he must have had though? There he was, being eyed by Skye as if the latter were a predator and Jay were his prey. Jay noticed that his right thumb and index finger were on his chin as if trying to get a good look at him - examine him. Jay couldn't do anything but stand there, waiting for some situation to arise where he could get away from him. It wasn't like Jay was deathly afraid of Skye, but he's heard the rumors. He's heard that the Son of Aphrodite was a bit overprotective over his sister, and Jay was the guy who had gotten pretty close with that very sister. What else was Jay to feel aside from uneasiness and a large hint of fear? He didn't know if Skye was going to attack him right then and there or do something far worse. He didn't know if Skye would plot to kill him later down the road or do right at the very moment. Every possible thought was going through Jay's mind - none of them good. And then he stopped in front of Jay. The latter was sweating bullets inside. Skye would ask the dreaded question and Jay looked up, meadow green eyes filled with anxiety, "It's just as you said," Jay said, his voice teetering a bit in clearness. In-between his response, there was a silence from Jay. He was pondering his next sequence of words. He wanted to make sure he did not say the wrong thing or the right thing in the right way. He had no idea of knowing how Skye would react to it(if he would at all). He had no idea of knowing that words of stating how he cared for Clarissa would help or hurt his impression of himself to Skye. There was no way of telling if Skye would back off slightly if he stated he cared for Clarissa a lot and wouldn't let anything happen to her or if that would make Skye push even further with his interrogation, because, despite what it appeared to most, this was as anxiety-filled as any interrogation Jay has seen on cop shows. When Jay took a deep breath, he looked Skye directly in the eyes. He kept that for a moment or two until his mouth formed words and his voice matched to boot, "I care for Clarissa a lot. I--" Just as Jay was going to complete what he was going to say, he noticed Clarissa stepping in-between the two of them, sort of like how Jay did for Clarissa when Stella was confronting her. As she had pleaded her brother to be nice to him, a look of relief came over his face. Jay was about to say something that would have most likely gotten him in even deeper waters with Skye than he already was. "It's alright." Jay said, smiling gently at Clarissa, "I'm late for my first class anyways. Nice meeting you, Skye," Jay said nervously, but his eyes fell to his sister, "I'll see you later, Clarissa," Jay said, getting up. As he dusted himself off and grabbed his shoulder bag, Jay gave a wave goodbye to Clarissa as he headed off to the direction of his first class. It was probably five or so minutes of on-and-off again sprint-to-jog running that Jay did to get to his first class. He knew he was late, but based on the dwindling numbers of the students out and about, Jay knew he was running later than preferred. I'm so late. Jay turned corners, ran down hallways, and just five minutes more of doing that, he came to where his first class was being held: Physical Training. When Jay entered the building, he noticed desks. "Well this is odd," Jay commented lowly, but the echo of building probably hinted his arrival to the other students. He looked around to find a suitable desk and as he looked to the left, he saw one Stella McGuire - the person that Jay didn't want to see; though, the same could be said for Skye too. Should Jay just make the effort to smooth things over with her as well or evade her for as long as possible? Swallowing a anxiety-filled dose of saliva, Jay chose to the former category. Deciding to be the bigger man or whatever, Jay took a seat next to Stella, trying to avoid as much as eye contact as humanly possible. When Jay would look over at Stella, something came over him. There was a look of nervousness, but also one that had a slight apologetic feeling to him. Sighing, Jay would speak, "funny seeing desks in here.." Jay said awkwardly, trying his hardest to kind of break the ice between the two of them. Perhaps it was too early for that to happen. Maybe what Jay just did made things even worse. Mother, I hope this was the right thing to do.</s>	<\|message\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina Lewison Location; Classroom Interacting With; No one, but open --- --- Serafina sighed with relief. Nothing major had happened. Smiling, she stood and started to make her way to class. Physical Training, probably her least favorite class, but it was necessary. The life of a demigod was dangerous, and she knew she needed to be able to protect herself, but still. Hera's daughter did not like fighting. She would much rather look after her family in peace, but that was not always possible. Entering the classroom, Serafina sat down at a desk, somewhere in the middle and close to the other people there. She busied herself quietly, working on a macrame bracelet. It was a nice one, she thought; green and gold and blue in a zigzag pattern. It would probably be gifted to one of her children at some point. That was the usual for her crafts. She would much rather give something to someone who would use it than keep it in a drawer somewhere. She was nearing the end of this bracelet. Serafina measured it around her wrist and gave a small, satisfied smile. It looked like she had estimated right on the thread length for this one. She was getting better, mostly thanks to the help of an artsy friend of hers. As her hands worked on the bracelet in front of her, she was already mentally planning out her next one: shades of blue, in a wavy pattern. It would be lovely.</s>
<\|description\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Fin, Lils to close friends Birth Date: September 24, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Serafina has long brown hair with bangs sweeping over her forehead. Her eyes are hazel, and a bit bigger than the eyes of most girls her age. She's lightly tanned and her skin is fairly unblemished, with only the occasional small scar from childhood accidents. Standing at 5'5", she's rather short for her age, although she doesn't mind. Her ears are pierced, but she won't pierce anything else, no matter what. Her somewhat-guilty secret is a tattoo of a peacock on her back; its head reaches almost to her neck, and it covers most of her back. Her hands and feet are small, and she's not too curvy, but still looks feminine. Clothing Style: Serafina tends to dress in cream, gold, and brown, with the occasional splash of blue or green. She favors overlarge sweaters, leggings, and tall boots in the colder months, along with a fluffy scarf. When it's warmer outside, she wears shorts of a modest length and tank tops, paired with Roman-style sandals, although she will sometimes wear a sundress. The only jewelry she wears is a pair of blue sapphire earrings, which were a gift from her father. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Faithful romantic partners * Chocolate * "Adopting" younger demigods * Bollywood romcoms, especially one called Jab We Met * Singing Dislikes: * Cheaters * Zucchini * Mean people * People who mess with people's hearts * People hearing her singing Fears: * Failing to protect her "children" * Small spaces * Being unable to breathe Habits: * Mothering people in distress * Humming * Replacing an English word with a word in another language, usually Hindi Personality: ♦ Motherliness ♦ Loyalty ♦ Calmness ♦ Insecurity Serafina is a natural mother; she wants to take care of everyone, and usually does. Anyone she takes under her wing, she is loyal to until the very end. She's very calm in a crisis, and good at giving advice; at least, in certain subjects. She'll always be the first to encourage someone to believe in themselves and their dreams. However, she's secretly rather insecure about herself. She won't sing for anyone, because she thinks she's not that good at it. She thinks she's not very attractive, and won't listen when anyone says otherwise. Background: Serafina grew up with a father who loved her, no siblings, and no mother. She didn't mind it too much; she had her father, and that was enough for her. Starting school was a bit scary for her, but she made a few good friends, and "adopted" them all. In her group of friends, Serafina was obviously the mother figure. She looked after them all, sometimes without them knowing, and would do anything to protect them. However, she always kept her problems secret from them. The bullies in her middle school caused serious damage to her self-esteem. Despite her loving father and loyal friends, she believed the bullies when they said she would never amount to anything much. The issues she gained from school stayed with her all her life. Since she came to Olympus Academy, however, she's regained a bit of her self-confidence. After all, she is the daughter of the queen of the gods. Extra: Like I said before, Poseidon and Hestia~ (Also, I think Serafina would be able to officiate demigod weddings, yes?) --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hera, wife of Zeus and queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and faithfulness. Relationship With Godly Parent: Serafina has always been a bit in awe of her mother, which Hera has been patiently working to dispel. Hera just wants a loving mother-daughter relationship, but Serafina is a bit too respectful and polite for them to really bond. Secretly, Serafina wants to make sure she doesn't drive off the only mother she's ever known. Godly Abilities: Summoning - Serafina can summon peacocks, her mother's sacred animals, to defend herself. Knowledge of Love - Serafina can sense when a relationship is going well, and when a couple are nearing divorce.</s> <\|message\|>Clarissa Nikolina Price Location: Jay's Cabin Interacting with: Jay Tomers@Altered Tundra and Sam Krios@MiddleEarthRoze --- --- Hearing Jay apologizing, warmed Clarissa's heart and it seemed like the troubles of yesterday left her mind-until his apology trailed off after Skye forcefully hit her, with his blue bag. Hearing the yelling and threats outside, as Sam dealt with Skye...yet again. Clarissa let out a whimper of pain; her head spinning. Hearing Sam's words, she cracked a slight smile-his humor managing to cheer her up briefly...before the pain started to set in again. "I think, I might need something stronger than medicine and your hang-over remedy." she commented, joking along with Sam. Her brown eyes landing on Jay who rushed over to her. Feeling his hand against her neck, her skin felt bit fragile and she winced slightly in pain. Her blood dripping down her neck...slowly, but surely. "I am sorry too..." Clarissa breathed out, looking at Jay. Her hand shakily touched his arm for support. Squeezing his arm softly, she was letting him know in silence just how sorry she felt as well...she didn't want to argue either. She couldn't stay mad at Jay for long...nor did she want to. Last night...was hard and exhausting. The drinks spoke for her too....not just the confusion and hurt of his mistakes. A part of her guessed...he had a right to be jealous on some level. But it wasn't necessary...she wasn't leaving him for someone else...nor would she want to. Sam was her best-friend, a brother figure and she knew how he felt about Amelia-she was happy for them two. Hearing Jay's apology, Amelia flashed him a soft smile. "It's okay...mistakes happen. I know you don't want to lose Rissa..take good care of her. I am sure you will anyways." she told him, patting his back as she saw him examine Clarissa's wounds. Leaving Sam with Clarissa for a few moments-she rushed off to get that towel after Jay left for the green-house. Helping Clarissa into a more comfortable position, she pressed the towel to the back of her head. The pressure stopping the bleeding, making sure to keep her head leveled. Amelia kept a watch on the time-Jay wasn't gone long, but she wondered what he was looking for. "You'll be fine...just hold on. Keep talking to me and Sam." Amelia told Clarissa softly, trying to keep her alert and awake. She smiled at her softly-she knew that Clarissa and Jay would make up. And she was glad, that they seemed to be doing better than last night. Amelia kept Clarissa talking, to her and Sam. Seeing Jay rushing into the cabin, she glanced over her shoulder. "How long will this take?" she asked curious, as she kept an eye on Clarissa. She checked her head wound, it seemed like the bleeding had stopped. But she kept the pressure for a few more moments just to be sure. Once the bleeding was completely stopped, she wiped her neck free of blood gently. Amelia checked Clarissa's wounds once again...she would be fine as soon as the healing remedy was done. Maybe just head-ache and some bruising to the neck, a little bump on the head for a while...but luckily, Clarissa didn't have a concussion and seemed to be alert. Hearing Jay order Sam, Clarissa smiled softly. "Now, who's bossing who around?" she glanced over at both the boys, with a soft yet small smile-still feeling some pain from the incident....which was not accidental. She blinked, feeling a bit disoriented from the slight blood-loss, but not enough to pass out. But she groaned, feeling her head still throbbing. Amelia too watched Sam and Jay-smiling softly over at Sam. It wasn't her usual smile; it was more of her warm and in love type of smile. Clarissa noticed the smile, causing her to smile in return, at seeing Amelia watching Sam like that. "So...what happened with you and Sam last night?...spill! I want the deets." Clarissa smiled, poking her arm lightly, as best as she managed from her position on the floor..</s> <\|message\|>Peter Caddoc Sköjare Samael Krios Location; The Tomer Wood Mansion Interacting With; Jay Tomers @Altered Tundra Amelia Johnston & Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia --- --- Naturally, Sam was somewhat alarmed to see more blood than anticipated - he hadn't expected her to be that hurt. He knew fine well that head wounds generally bled a lot, but she must have hit it hard enough to give herself a concussion or something. Or maybe that was just the combination with the hangover. Once with Jay and the weird looking plant, he nodded to Jay's instructions, rubbing his hands together in somewhat nervous preparation. Hopefully he didn't chargrill this flower thing of Jay's - he was usually good with his pyro hands, but sometimes it just did not want to behaviour. Hopefully any playfulness had been used up on Skye's hair - at which point, Sam let out a chuckle, and he looked at Jay. "Dude, I broke his nose and set his hair on fire." He laughed, remembering the furious look on Skye's face. It was certainly decent payback for the little blond shit had done. --- --- Peter Sköjare Location; Café Interacting With; Raymond Severus Jones @Obscurus --- --- By the time the other guy had walked into the café, Peter had been sat at the counter for a good hour or so. Following his brief meeting with Hannah last night, and the earthquake, he'd actually got some practice in with his spear before it started slicing him up by itself. And amazingly, he didn't hurt himself last night. As such, he was in a remarkably good mood considering he was still littered in band-aids and bandages from previous nicks. "Eh, at least I got some sleep last night." He thought to himself as he downed the remainder of his coffee, then glancing over his shoulder as Harvey entered. He wasn't familiar with the guy, but he knew he was a Son of Artemis. One would assume a spwan of Ares, with the way he acted. Hard to believe he was related to the nice girl he'd met last night. "Malákas..." Peter muttered the greek insult quietly under his breath, rolling his eyes at the boy's rudeness. As Raymond came back into view, he offered up a smile. "I'll have another when you're ready, thanks." He asked politely, motioning towards his empty cup. He was currently indulging in a mocha - the perfect blend of coffee and chocolate. In front of him lay a notepad filled with writing, and an old book of spears he'd picked up in the library. It was written entirely in Greek - as would be expected from Greek Demi-Gods. Thankfully he was fluent in the language, although there were some ancient words in there he didn't understand.</s>	<\|message\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Kidnapper's Minion/William Lewison Location; Unknown/Chicago office Interacting With; Serafina Lewison/Secretary --- --- "Mr. Lewison. You don't know me, but you know my employer, and I have a message for you." The man smiled nastily into a camera. "You've been doing things my employer doesn't like. I'm to tell you to cut it out, or the consequences will be the worse for you." He walked with the camera, down the dungeon hall, towards a certain door. "Now, my employer is reasonable. How will you stop doing what my employer doesn't want if you don't know what it is? Simple. Instructions will be mailed to you from D. Johnson; I'm sure I don't have to tell you this is a fake name. Follow the instructions to the letter, and nobody gets hurt. However, if you disobey, or if you go to the police..." The man pushed open a door and walked inside, moving in a slow circle around the chair holding the room's sole occupant. "Your daughter will pay the price for your insubordination. Be careful, Mr. Lewison. My employer is not the most forgiving of people." Aiming the camera at Serafina's face, the man ended the video and laughed. "Don't worry, Miss Lewison. I'm sure daddy dearest will do anything to keep you safe." He left the room with a mocking laugh, locking the door behind him and leaving Serafina to her thoughts. --- "Mr. Lewison, a package has arrived for you." The polite voice buzzed over the intercom to William Lewison's office in northern Chicago. "Send it up, Miss Fisher." William replied, busying himself with paperwork while he waited for the package to arrive. When it came, he opened the small box to reveal a nondescript tablet and a white envelope. On the front of the envelope, in printed letters, were the words TURN ON THE TABLET. Curious, he did so. The tablet was completely clean of apps save for one; video player. William opened the app and watched the one video present. By the end of it, he was shaking with fear and anger. His Serafina, his little girl, had been kidnapped again, and there was nothing he could do to help her. With shaking hands, he opened the envelope to reveal the first set of demands, along with what punishment would be administered to his daughter if he refused any of them. He had no choice. With a heavy heart, he prepared to carry out his instructions.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Gary Isiah Crowe Gary Isiah Crowe Location; Various on a Quest to get to Olympus Academy; Currently Somewhere Unknown on the Seas Interacting With; A Motley Crew --- The smoke laden air was palpable enough that Gary had trouble seeing. Rushing through his nostrils was an oddly putrid and fermenting scent. The boy was stumbling in a stupor, trying to navigate his way through the smoke laden room. However his progress was halted with a quick thud, that caused Gary to fall down onto the stone floor below. Rubbing both of his eyes with the palms of his hands, he began muttering. "It sees, itseesitsees... omFray Olymposyay" As he continued mumbling, his neck gave a quick twitch as he stood up. Strangely he noticed that the smog blanketing the chamber was giving out. With that, he learned that the object that blocked his path was an aged casket. And more importantly, standing in front of him was a curious looking individual with a drawn bottle of wine. Gary was not able to see the individual's face, but instead saw something far worse. Gary's pupils dilated as he was starting to take in the horror of that mask. With massive light blue eyes that took up a third of the mask, they metaphorically pierced into Gary's soul. They were crudely drawn, and had a thick layer of black that surrounded them. The head had copious amounts of blue wig fabric which were drawn into two comically sized twin-tails. And alongside this, it held a single mouth agape in something that attempted to resemble a open smile. But it was really just a gaping pink maw which only enhanced the inhumanity of the thing Gary was witnessing. "Bac-." Was a fragment spoken through a cheap voice changer by the individual wearing the mask. The masked man walked closer as there was a faint jangling come from some piercings. "Cus." Finished the masked man. Gary just stood in place, twitching while he stared onwards now ambivalent about his current situation. From behind the wine casket, that stopped Gary earlier, slowly emerged another masked individual. Slowly popping up into view was the visage of a bright yellow bear. Now fully standing, Gary recognized the individual to be dressed in a Winnie the Pooh mascot outfit. "Bacchus." spoke the bear, which was quickly followed by another "Bacchus" by the voice changer. The boy took a step back, and then the strangely dressed individuals took a step forward while continuing the chant. The one with the wine bottle raised it menacingly and then... ________________________________________________________________________ "Bacchus!" Declared Gary as he did a sit up, emerging upwards from a pile of rotting refuse. Taking a quick sniff, Gary realized that yes he was in a pile of garbage. His toes were sticking out from a few blackened banana peels, torn up plastic baggies, and a countless amount of torn up silicon pieces. Knowing this, he gazed around curiously at his surroundings. Looking down he realized that he was in a straight jacket that was unstrapped and had its straps at the front. And he happened to be sitting next to a gentleman who was dressed in a surprisingly well-maintained Mao Suit who was scratching at his own face while cackling. Gary tilted his head as he stared at his associate, "Say pal! Where are we?" The man in the suit simply smiled as he grabbed Gary's shoulders. "We're not dead! But where's the suitcase?!" Gary gave a simple shrug, not fully aware of what events passed before awakening in this trash barge. Slapping himself in the face the man gave a small groan, before smiling wildly again. "Remember me?" Gary took a moment as he scoured his mind as he tried to remember previous events. Then it hit him, and Gary beamed a smile. "Yin! ...Am I at the Academy yet?" Yin began chuckling as he was scratching under his eyes, "If you mean that as a code for Thai Garbage Barge, then yes." Overhead there were countless caws as a flock of seagulls were flying above this intrepid duo. Gary paused for a moment as he began rubbing at his head, "Cool!" The boy declared with a sense of enthusiasm that was not deterred by the fact he was not where he wanted to be. He was sure that he'd reach the place soon enough. However a more immediate thought came to his mind as he crawled up towards Yin and stared him dead in the eyes. "What happened last, day, week, month?" Twitching, Yin shook his head as he began rocking back and forth. "Theycometheyco-" He shook his head as he realized that the strange boy asked him of what went down. "Well for this situation? It started when..."</s> <\|message\|>Thomas Mara Sephtis Thomas Sephtis Location; Demigod Housing Interacting With; Stella McGuire (@HushedWhispers --- --- Thomas threw the last of his scarves into a dresser drawer, drawing the one around his neck a little closer, shivering a little more. Damn cold nature. He rummaged through a large, transparent Rubbermaid container, eventually coming up with an apple. He sniffed of it suspiciously. Nope, no chemical scent. His mother hadn't absentmindedly touched it, thank God. He sighed in relief, standing back up and swiveling to face the door in one smooth motion, turning on the balls of his feet. And out to face the world, nothing but an apple in his hand. A world of superpowered, angsty, teenage demigods. Crap. Woefully underprepared. He shrugged as he locked his door and walked down the hall, looking at the bright red apple with something approaching admiration. He had to admit, he really respected the work of the harvest goddess. Wonder if there were any of her children here. Another shrug. He'd meet them soon enough, as he'd no doubt meet children of just about everyone. Man. Being a first year student blew. Speaking of other demigods... Blonde hair, blue eyes, self assured air... Bossing around someone similar. Fit. The other guy left quickly, a pissed off atmosphere traveling with him, and Thomas grinned slightly, watching the girl haul a few of her bags into her room before taking a relatively noisy bite of his apple. He chewed, swallowed, and smirked slightly, the apple in his hand only having a few more bites left to the core. "I'm guessing... Daughter of Zeus. Need any help getting those into your room? I only work by polite request."</s> <\|message\|>Corinthe Malakos Corinthe Malakos Location; Olympus Academy Interacting With; Alex Hannelore --- --- "Excuse me," Someone called. Cori snapped out of her daydream. Was that directed at me? She looked around to see a boy with a... A girl -she corrected herself- A girl with what appeared to be a small box."Hi" She said, giving the boygirl a warm smile. She had been worrying that it might be hard to make contact here. She didn't know demigods that well. Even though she was one, she still didn't really feel like one. So now she was genuinely happy that somebody talked to her. "Could you please help me with a riddle? I'm afraid I can't make heads or tails of it, and I'm sort of hoping you could help!" "Me?" she asked, pointing at herself. This was not a question she had expected. It intrigued her nonetheless. "Sure! I'll be glad to." It was actually kinda exiting. She just hoped she could be of any help. Bridging the distance between them with a only a few steps, she looked at the box."Is that the riddle?" She asked while pointing at the engraved object. With her finger this close to a mystery, she couldn't resist feeling it and subtly she stroked the surface of the box with her index finger. Looking up a slightly embarrased for what might have been inapropriate, she decided to shift the attention. "I'm Corinthe by the way. I'm new here." After introducing herself she looked back at the box. "So" she decided. "How can I help you?" Taking a closer look, the engravings turned out to be words. Words that didn't make much sense to her though. "Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Pedo Mellon a Minno. Im Narvi hain echant. Celebrimbor o Eregion teithant i thiw hin." was what it read. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Corinthe repeated the words in her head. For some reason, she was stuck on the first part. Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Durin Aran Moria. Durin. Moria. Where had she heard those words before? She gasped for air a bit, when it struck her. "Isn't that from Lord of the Rings?" She really hoped she hadn't just said something incredibly stupid.</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; Olympus Academy Campus Interacting With; No one, but open for interaction --- --- Now that he had a willing audience, James switched from flourishing to actual tricks, which were delivered with his typical charm and drama. For such a natural showman, this was nothing. He kept an engaging grin on his face, delivering a few quips along with the instructions for the volunteers for his tricks. "Pick a card, madam, any card - not that card." James pulled the cards away from the lady currently assisting him, then offered them to her again with a smile. "I'm kidding, you can pick that card." The lady smiled back and picked the card. "Okay, now show it to the audience, not me." As if to ensure that he didn't see it, he covered his eyes. A few minutes later, he successfully completed the trick and started on another one. James continued this way for quite a while, until his hands grew tired. Using a bit of sleight-of-hand, he "vanished" the deck of cards. "I am sorry to say that this is the end, ladies and gentlemen. But fear not, I will return." He gave a deep, theatrical bow.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Tara Alexandra Niklos Tara Niklos Location; Party Interacting With; Rozalia, Jonas Highwind, Dallas Relo ( @MiddleEarthRoze, @HereComestheSnow, @Plank Sinatra ) "Tch." Muscles for brains. If that was a new one, Tara might have almost been impressed. As it was, being a child of Ares... Yeah, whoever this chick was, she needed to up her insult game. Calling a child of Ares "muscles for brains" was like calling a child of Zeus "needlessly stuck up" or a child of Poseidon "fish girl." At that point, you're just stereotyping, punching in the same spot thousands have before. It doesn't really hurt anymore. Her eyebrows went up as Jonas charged across the room, her hands sliding into her jean pockets. "Don't worry Jonas," she said, smirking slightly. "I don't hit children." Her attention shifted to the girl, giving her a once over with her eyes and shaking her head. "Come back to bat in 5 or 6 years, honey. Then I'll fight you, I promise. Until then... You're not worth it. As Relo here has KINDLY pointed out-" The venom level in her voice went up a notch. "-I'm not being a terribly good bouncer right now. Last thing I need him to think is that I bully little kids instead of actual enforcement of the rules." She shrugged, looking back toward the three in the corner that Dallas had pointed out. "Besides, if the level of anger waiting to happen there is any indication, I'm about to be busy." She flicked her eyes back to pint size piranha. "Honey, don't start the boobs thing. Please. That might wow Fred and Jimbo back at home but you're still a kid. Heck, I'm still young. Have your parents had the talk with you yet? The talk of avian and apiarian? You know, you're in an interesting stage of life, your body is changing in new ways... And I'm not really that comfortable explaining it to you." She started humming something under her breath, but unless Roze was a rabid fan of ABBA she wouldn't know what it was.</s> <\|message\|>Zaheen Ibrahim Zaheen Ibrahim Location; In the Path of Oncoming Freight Train that is Tara Interacting With; Rozalia, Jonas Highwind, Dallas Relo, Tara Niklos ( @MiddleEarthRoze, @HereComestheSnow, @Plank Sinatra, @Kaithas ) Zaheen wasn't big on parties. After all why should he be, the typical college party was an assortment of booze, sex and fights. When you mix all those problems with Demigods you end up with the proverbial up to eleven. Especially when it came to the fighting. As one can probably imagine, Zaheen wasn't a big fan of any of those vices. He didn't even drink for that matter, in part a result of his Islamic heritage and in part just the idea of the alcohol wasn't something he found particularly delightful. What use was there in slowing his mental facilities after all, it's hard to learn when one is drunk. Which begs the simple question of why Zaheen was even here and simply put the answer was rather straightforward. He was here courtesy of one Jonas Highwind and one Dallas Relo. My death will be there fault. That said, while he may have physically been at Dallas' party, he took the opportunity to simply barricade himself in Dallas' room and turn his attention to more important matters. Namely his current Diablo speedrun. If Dallas' parties had one boon, it was the efficiency with which Zaheen found himself able to set new personal records in Diablo. Perhaps it was a result of the frustrations and annoyance with all the noise fueling his adrenaline, or perhaps it was borne out of a desire to finish the game before the end of the party so that he could start up a new campaign the moment Dallas and Jonas found themselves free. Either way, Dallas' bedroom became Zaheen's personal sanctuary at times like these. That sounded really weird. Moving on. And crap, I'm out of soda. Again. Forced to pause his game, Zaheen bravely unlocked the door and entered the purgatory that is Demigod parties. That sight that awaited was a familiar yet equally horrifying one. Tara. Pissed off. To repeat. Tara, daughter of Ares, pissed off and more so than the usual. A L E R T A L E R T Alarms went off in Zaheen's head as he struggled to find a way to resolve the situation. Maybe if I- yeah, that might- let's try it. Raising a hand in greeting, Zaheen waved to the group. "Hey Tara, long time no see, Jonas and Dallas still giving you trouble?" Zaheen quipped with a laugh, "Mind giving me a hand a real quick? You're one of the few people to have beaten me in PvP, and I'm curious to see how you'd matchup against this new Diablo build I've been trying." Looks like I won't be getting that soda.</s> <\|message\|>Vivian Annabelle Corette Vivian Annabelle Corette Location; Dallas's Apartment/The Party Interacting With; Delilah Wells@karamonnom, Clarissa Price(Mentioned) @GoddessSophia --- --- The children of the gods sure knew how to party. All around, Vivian could feel the energy being emitted from every single one of them. From the yells and screams of excitement to the body-pulsing and high-bass vibrato from the pounding music entered every single one of them as they each delved into their own party-like activity. There were some that were playing beer pong, some were dancing to their heart's content, and some were fighting. While the latter wasn't necessarily a positive vibes, Vivian could see the smiles on their faces. Obviously those were the children of Ares and Athena. "Lilah, can't you feel it? The rhythm of the music adding to everyone's excitement; the dancing and the playing. Everything is so infectious," Vivian said, sounding almost intoxicated by whatever took over her. Her body spun around several times, taking in the positive feelings. When she did, Vivian's body faintly showed a golden glow. Vivian truly was taking in all of the excitement from everyone and adding to her already upbeat mood. As she took Delilah's hand, Vivian brought her brunette friend to a spinning motion, smiling nigh-infinitely. Each spin was met with a laugh from the daughter of Apollo. Whether it was just her or if Delilah felt the vibes too, Vivian was having the time of her life, being with her best girlfriend and enjoying the party to the best that she possible could. As they roamed around the free space of the party grounds, Vivian came to a complete halt, no doubt causing Delilah going face first into her friend's back, "no way!" Vivian said, turning her head, and looking at Delilah with an open-mouth, surprised look, "look over there, Lilah!" Vivian said, half-forcing Delilah to look towards where the beer and alcohol assortments were at, "Clarissa Price already making out with some guy. " Suddenly, Vivian's persona turned into that of some gossiping teenager. When Vivian turned her attention to the guy that Clarissa was macking on, she tried to figure out who he was. Vivian was a social butterfly, so she knew just about everyone at Olympus Academy. Even if they didn't like her(and vice-versa), she would know them at least on some level. As such looked at the currently locked with Clarissa's lips, she couldn't tell who it was. Granted, it was hard to determine who a person was by the side of their face, but even still; Vivian had no clue. The dark skin and the long, brown hair was as empty as Clarissa's kindness streak. SEriously, for as long as Vivian has had the displeasure of knowing Clarissa, she hasn't known the Daughter of Aphrodite to ever do anything nice for those who weren't her brother, The Platinum Prettyboy, Skye. So, to see her exchanging saliva with some skinny-looking, nigh-emo, caramel-skinned boy was an absolute shock for Vivian. "I wonder who that is?" She asked Delilah in a hushed, almost-whispering tone, "doesn't look like anyone that I know." Vivian said, disappointed almost, "how about you?"</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The party Interacting With; No one, but open --- --- After receiving directions, James headed off towards the party, contemplating the tricks he was planning to play. Would it be better to insert himself into the party quietly, or make a dramatic entrance? One look at the moon convinced him. "Heh. The Moonlit Magician is coming." A smirk settled onto his face as he thought out his entrance, and a tiny bit of him wondered if his father would approve. He squashed that thought, however. What did he care what Hermes thought? When he reached the apartment that the party was happening outside of, he wrote a note on a blank card and sent it flying through the air. His aim, perfected by years of practice, was spot on; the card flew between a couple of girls before hitting the wall by another demigod's face. The speed of the card ensured that it got stuck in the wall, and didn't fall to the floor. The note was rather simple, a single sentence along with KID's usual signature. I will be entering this party in exactly ten minutes. Kaitou KID~ After ten minutes had passed, he created an explosion of KID's usual pink smoke. As heads turned to look, he appeared when the smoke disappated, his back to the party, looking up at the moon. Then, he turned. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" He greeted them with a smirk and a bow. Just look at their faces! James loved the looks of surprise he gained from his getup, grinning on the inside, although his Poker Face remained unchanged.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Jeremiah Howard Tomers Jeremiah "Jay" Howard Tomers Location; The Party/Dallas' Apartment Interacting With; Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia, Stella Mcguire(mentioned)hr] --- "It's not your fault," said Jay, assuring Clarissa that what happened wasn't her fault in any way. If there was any thought going through Jay's mind, it was the blonde that just un-so-subtlety threatened him. She wasn't coy about it, she wasn't vague or trying to hide it under various metaphors. She flat out told Jay that if he ever did what he did to her again, he would live to regret it. Even after initially worrying about it, the more he thought about her words made it sink in even more. Jay had a strong sense of fear creeping up on him and he didn't like it. Then, when Clarissa would again speak, she spoke about how they both know that Stella(the blonde) felt she was above everyone else. Yeah, Jay would definitely echo that fact. If it wasn't clear in the way she spoke to Jay and Clarissa, then it was even more evident in the way that she presented herself - or rather, how she wouldn't even bat an eye to those that she felt were beneath her. Yeah, Jay definitely knew that now, even though he never had laid eyes on her until just a few moments ago. What a way to invoke the I'm-above-you attitude. "Zeus?" Jay asked curiously. "You mean Zeus as in the God of Lightning Zeus? The one who rules of all the gods? That God is her father.." Jay's said, his voice trailing off into fearful silence. His face went dead. Not literally, but the look of fear took his eyes shade of green and warped them into some kind of lifeless gray color. Jay's arms felt like they were dead, dropping to this sides and dangling in the free air. His breathing getting shorter and the air around him feeling heavy. Yup, seems like Jay just realized that Stella was no joke. When Clarissa asked if Jay was feeling alright, he shook his head as to snap out of whatever horror he was imagining in those nigh-dead eyes of his. "Oh, don't worry about me. They should be gone by a week from now," Jay assured her, giving her a smile. "I'm more worried about you. My physical cuts aren't nothing compared to what that Stella chick said to you. I'm sorry that I couldn't stop her from doing that," Jay's eyes went down as his head turned slightly away from Clarissa's direct view.</s> <\|message\|>Elize Vanzant Elize Vanzant Location: The bar in the kitchen Interactions with: James - @LadyTale & Jonas - @HereComesTheSnow Elize's long slender fingers easily surrounded the goblet she'd pulled out from the cabinet and filled with wine, something vintage. She'd never really had a taste for alcohol but drank the occasional glass. Her most recent foster family had formally adopted her and were very good to her, not to mention wealthy. Only the subtle edge of style from her clothing gave any hint of wealth as Elize never wore jewelry, not even a watch or earrings. Her blue eyes glinted sharply as she watched this young man, they settled comfortably on him just as a leopard might watch a gazelle fawn it planned on eating in the very near future. It wouldn't be very hard to imagine a long tail swishing idly behind her as she waited for the right moment to pounce. "Too much uptightness about things like that, a shame you can't just kiss who you want," Elize murmured smoothly, just loud enough for Jonas to hear her. She was utterly silent otherwise, even when she brought the wine glass to her scarlet lips. Of course it wasn't truly lipstick but a stain rather so that it left no mark on the crystal glass and remained perfectly intact. Lipstick was far too messy for Elize to bother with, it left stains and always looked pasty after one had worn it a while and had to be wiped off and reapplied. She had no time for that kind of bothersome activities. With her free hand the Huntress' daughter made a slight motion towards the bar, "Actual entertainment rather than watching petty squabbles would be quite delightful at this point." It was more of a matter of fact statement that was so typically Elize that disdain for this entire event oozed from it. Her blue eyes were still riveted onto this new comer as she spoke, she was also completely still. Aside from her abnormally silent movement her stillness was the other component to her most recent gift that tended to make people uncomfortable. It was quite unintentional at this point but effective nonetheless usually, she could push it and make it worse but she had not interest in doing so right now. She would have to see what the court jester had in store.</s> <\|message\|>Stella Rae McGuire Stella McGuire Location: Outside of Dallas' apartment. Interacting with: Raven Daemon -@WhiteStar19 & Peter Caddoc Sköjare-@MiddleEarthRoze --- --- Stella stopped in her tracks as another blonde headed girl approached her with an obvious statement. "They did but they got it coming to them." She scanned the girl from her head to her toes then locked eyes with her. It seems that the girl was a spitting image of her but of course, Stella was cuter. When she introduced herself, Stella did nothing but smile as she did the same thing back. "I'm Stella. Stella McGuire." Her head turned towards the apartment she had just left as she raised her index finger up and pointed. "There's the party but yeah, you might not want to go in there right about now." Stella commented as she was about to walk off but the the female spoke towards her again. When asked was she the daughter of Aphrodite, she literally wanted to cast her wrath upon this Raven person. But Stella threw up a little bit in her mouth then placed a hand over her chest while gulping, dramatically. "Excuse me, sweetheart but I am the daughter of Zeus. You know, the somewhat leader of the other Gods and Goddesses." Stella said as she smirked slightly towards Raven while scanning her one more time. "I can tell that you are going to enjoy your time here, Raven. Let's hope for your sake that we become the best of friends." She said while smirking again then eyed Peter as he came over. Stella glared at him after hearing his words then watched as he walked away. Her eyes were still locked with Raven's now as she stepped to the side and waved her arm in the direction of the party. "After you, I guess." She'd wait to see if Raven was actually going to go to the party or not before stepping off.</s> <\|message\|>Jonas William Highwind Jonas Highwind Location: The Bar-t of the Party (they can't all be winners) Interacting with: Elize Vanzant, James Oake, Dallas Relo, Rozalia Eathliel, Tara Niklos --- --- Raising an eyebrow, he gave a sidelong glance back at her after she said her piece. "Well, y'know, there's the whole slew of social stuff that it'd just sorta trample. The other people's relationship, their personal space, the whole 'intimacy' thing..." he listed off in a counterpoint. "It makes sense to me, anyway. Just keeps people from stepping on other people's toes and it's an old as all hell precedent." Seriously, kissing people out of nowhere was pretty weird. While he understood the sentiment behind it (mostly), he personally didn't agree with it once you brought the reality of human interaction into it. People weren't just understanding and all-loving, and frankly, things were better that way. There would be no competition, no desire to better oneself... People would have no drive. Frankly, he'd rather things be like they were now than some idyllic utopia, but he doubted Elize was seriously meaning to bring that much philosophy into this. Better to just watch the show as it was presented by this new guy. Quit pretending to be deep, you know? Smarter than the stereotypical Son of Ares or not, it didn't quite suit him. "Yeah. Pretty sure this doesn't run as much risk of Dallas's place getting trashed, and him consequently throttling somebody." he agreed. If he or Tara didn't give them the boot first, of course. They'd signed on as bouncers for a reason, they'd best earn their keep.</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The bar in the party Interacting With; Various people --- --- "All right then. Shall we start with a simple trick?" Using a bit of sleight of hand, James made a deck of cards appear in his right hand and began to shuffle them, throwing in a bit of flourishing as he did so. He began the set-up of a "pick a card" trick, intending to have the card end up in his hat brim, if he could pull it off. As usual, he couldn't help but make things as elaborate as possible. The better to amuse, of course. Scanning those nearby him, James fanned the deck and held it out to a random person. "I will forgo the pick a card, any card routine this time, as I'm sure it's not necessary." He offered a charming smile. "Besides, it would probably become annoying quite soon." Right now, he was in his element. Amusing through trickery. Entertaining through lies. The son of Hermes felt quite at home. Keeping his smile on his face, he waited for the person to pick a card. "You know the drill, don't you? Don't let me see the card, memorize it, and place it back into the deck." With the abundance of magicians these days, he was certain that pretty much everyone knew the basic tricks. Unless they had no interest in magic, in which case, why would they be watching him? Magic was pretty much his life, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Raven Silver Dameon Raven Daemon Location: Outside the Party/In the Party Interacting With: @HushedWhispers Stella McGuire, @MiddleEarthRoze Peter Sköjare, Rozalia Éathliel (mentioned), @Plank Sinatra (mentioned), @LadyTale James Oak (mentioned) --- --- "Thanks," Raven said, responding to Peter warily. "It was my mother's. It was the last thing she gave me before she... died." She lifted out the locket again and proceeded to twist it around in her hands as Stella told her to go first. "I should've expected Zeus, actually." Raven let out a laugh as she started walking toward the party. "How you walk. It emulates how my father described that Zeus does." Raven chuckled under her breath and shook her head before pausing for a moment, leaning onto her left leg as she looked back over at the two. "If you had to take a guess... who do you think my father is?" Raven said with a quiet snort, stepping back slightly to look back at them better. The girl was noticeably fuming, and Raven, against her own good judgement, figured it was better to keep her talking and calm her down than to have her run off and do something stupid and get everyone in trouble. "He has quite a reputation on Olympus. When you figure it out, come and find me. I would love to hear your answers." Raven chuckled and hurried off into the party. She hung back toward the door for a few brief moments, her eyes scanning over the party. She took a few steps in, eyeing her competition in this world, those who were the same as her. She took a couple steps more in and looked around, her hood still up around her face. It was slightly obvious that she stood out, as she was one of the only ones not dressed in nice clothing. She immediately started forward and noticed a small group of two girls and a guy. One of the girls looked as mad as Stella had been and Raven immediately knew to stay away. The guy was cute, but he looked to be kind of a douche. She would avoid him as much as possible. It looked as shown by everyone's face that there had been a fight. Maybe she should have heeded Stella's words... Instead, she turned toward the bar where there seemed to be a magic show going on. Oh, this should be good. She thought this to herself as she approached the bar, leaning against it, and watched the brunette begin to manipulate cards. She watched him carefully. There was something familiar about him, but she just couldn't put her finger on it...</s> <\|message\|>Clarissa Nikolina Price Clarissa Nikolina Price Location; Dallas's Apartment/The Party Interacting With; Jay Tomers @Altered Tundra --- --- Hearing Jay trying to reassure her, Clarissa smiled at him gently but she still couldn't help but feel the weight of the evening dawn on her. She still felt like it was her fault in some way. Surely if she would have told him about Zeke...or made her lack of romantic feelings towards Zeke clearer...maybe it could have all been avoided. This situation was not easy on either of them and she hated that Jay had to suffer; because of Zeke and now his sister's threats. The daughter of Aphrodite could see the fear and uneasiness written clear across his face. It only seemed to be more visible when she mentioned Zeus. Clarissa sighed with a nod "Yes...the one and almighty Zeus, is her father." That thought made her twitch feeling uneasy about it, just like Jay. It was clear that any child of Zeus was frightening...but Stella just seemed to be even more worse than some people could imagine. The blonde had no problem scaring people with threats, looks and her demeanor. The threats and the look would stay with her for a long time. Clarissa had already felt uneasy about the coming school year and she had a good reason to. No matter how many times Clarissa tried to shake the thoughts from her head and wanted to focus on something else; it was hard to. Jay's expression made her feel a bit more anxious and she looked at him worried. Their fear of Stella was mutual. She sighed softly as she listened to him speak and she smiled at him gently when he reassured her he was alright. She sighed as she tried to gather her thoughts, before speaking "It wouldn't be the first time, she said something like that to me....But thank you for wanting to try and stop her." Clarissa really did feel grateful for him trying to help and stick up for her. When he glanced away from her briefly, she reached down and gave his hand a squeeze as a thank you. Clarissa knew that most people thought of her the same way Stella did. Her manipulating people in the past was coming to bite her behind. She wanted to explain everything to Jay but she wasn't sure how to go about it; she didn't want to scare him off or make him think that she would treat him like the previous guys. In the past it was all just fun and laughs for her. But Jay really did mean something to her-even if they didn't know each other that well. Taking a deep breath she spoke softly. "I should probably tell you something...before you might hear it from someone else. I know...I am not the best person in the world, or never exactly was like most girls. In a way I am like my mother Aphrodite when it comes to men and relationships...It was just fun and games. Despite all of that, I do really care about you and like you...I didn't trick you into anything, I Swear. That's one of the reasons why I feel so bad about everything....I don't like Zeke, I never really did like him in that way and he knows that. It didn't change just because we spoke earlier tonight...I don't know what he thought changed in that short space." Looking at Jay, Clarissa bit her lower lip as she let it all sink in. The way she was honest about herself and the way she spoke/looked at him it was clear that she wanted to change...try to change. It didn't feel right to keep him in the dark and have someone else tell him how she was really like. "I get if you never want to speak to me again...after this. I just wanted to be the one to tell you." Glancing at the ground she closed her eyes; not sure if she what she was expecting next. A part of her hoped that he would not cast her away and still want to speak to her after everything.</s> <\|message\|>Jeremiah Howard Tomers Jeremiah Howard Tomers Location: The Party Interacting With: Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia And it'll be the last time. Jay made a mental note. Even if Stella was the scariest blonde woman he had ever met, he would try his hardest to make sure that she never said a mean word to Clarissa ever again. After Clarissa told him everything that she had to say, a lot of thoughts went through his head. The first being that some of the stuff that Stella said about her were true - albeit very messed up - they were true. She was like the infamous Aphrodite in the way that she used to manipulate men - and by extension, the relationships. Jay's initial reaction was that of worry. When she said that she didn't trick him and that she did - no, does - care for him, a smile came over his face. It was the kind of smile that one couldn't wipe away even if they wanted to. It was that kind of smile that was almost a tooth-faced grin. It was that kind of smile that spoke and bled of genuine happiness with a slight tone of relief. It was the smile that cemented Jay's curious, inner-inquires on whether or not she liked him too. For an obvious reason, Jay didn't even hear what she said after all of that. He had been taken over by his relief and genuine happiness that Jay took Clarissa in for a hug. To him, it was he tightest hug he had ever given, but due to his rather slim figure and lack of physical strength, it wouldn't be that kind of hug that was air-sucking. It was more of a moderate tight squeeze, but one that would probably feel good. The hug was self-explanatory. Even if Jay had heard what Clarissa say about how she would be surprised if he'd never want to speak to her again, the hug itself would give her that answer. And, if that wasn't enough for her, a half-laugh, half-cry of joy came over Jay as several tears of relief fell from his eyes.</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The bar Interacting With; Various people --- --- The girl who had taken a card replaced it in the deck. "Ah, thank you, milady." James shuffled the deck thoroughly, then fanned it out. Showing the faces of the cards to the audience, he made sure they was easily visible. "Do you see your card here?" The girl shook her head. "To quote, that's because you're looking too closely. And the closer you look, the less you actually see." With a grin, he tapped the brim of his hat. Lo and behold, the missing card was stuck in the ribbon of his hat like a very unusual feather. Plucking it out deftly, he held it out to the girl. "Is this your card? The Jack of Spades?" The girl confirmed it with a rather excited yes, and James chuckled. With a bit of sleight of hand and a poof of smoke, the card was replaced with a rose, which he held out to the girl. She accepted it with a smile and a blush. "Now, for something a bit more complicated." A second deck appeared in the same manner as the first, and he began to shuffle them together, throwing in a bit of flourishing. "For this trick, I shall need a volunteer from the audience." A young man came forward, a son of Ares, James thought. "Thank you, sir. Now, here's what I need you to do..."</s>
<\|description\|>Zeke Aaron Carter Zeke Carter "When adversity strikes, that's when you have to be the most calm. Take a step back, stay strong, stay grounded and press on. -LL Cool J --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Zeke the Almighty or simply Z Enemies may call him 'Meat-head' Birth Date: January 25, 1995 Age: 20 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Zeke's eyes are a piercing blue that seem to stare into your soul when he is serious, but that doesn't happen very often and most of the time he has a very distant, glazed look. Nonetheless, he is very handsome with nice facial features. He sometimes has a stubble when he is too lazy to shave but likes to have a clean face. His blond hair glimmers in the sunlight and one can tell he is not ordinary when they look at him. He tends to loom over people when he is standing as he is a solid 6"6. He is fairly muscular, but not to the extent of a bodybuilder. He is more legs than torso and his arms are also very long. Clothing Style: Zeke prefers to wear tank tops to show off his muscles or if he could, be shirtless altogether. Still, he will wear things like t-shirts, button-ups, v-necks, and whatever if it is in his closet as he doesn't really care. He often wears athletic shoes such as Nike. Overall he doesn't really care what he wears because he knows that he would probably look good in it anyhow. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Hot girls * Working out * Meat * Sports * Competitions in general * Beaches * His 'bros' * Beer * His father being Zeus Dislikes: * Math * Girly stuff like things that are pink and Chick flicks * People looking down on him * Being ignored * Most teachers Fears: NONE -- but seriously: * Not being good enough * Disappointing his father * Tangerines (if anyone found out, he would probably kill them) Habits: * Speaking in third-person when he's fired up * Cracking his knuckles * Zoning out when people talk to him Personality: ♦ Arrogant ♦ Charismatic ♦ Tough ♦ Womanizer Zeke seems like your typical jock. He is full of himself, yet somehow seems to win people over with his confidence. He is tough, but more brawn than brains. He likes to mess around with women, and has a bad reputation as a player. However, there is more to him than meets the eyes. When something is really important to him or the matter calls for it, he will reveal a more human side to him. He is actually not completely an idiotic meat head, believe it or not. He simply does not like to reveal that other side of him in fear that it may make him seem weak or inferior. Background: Zeke grew up with a single mother for most of his life. He wasn't the easiest child to raise though with his awful grades and tendencies to get into fights. Hera, the wife of Zeus, was so upset at his affair with another woman that she did her best to make sure that he never met his son. His mother tried to explain that to him, even admitting that his father was the great god Zeus, but Zeke did not believe her. At least, not until his 13th birthday when Zeus, himself, finally came down to meet his son for the first time since his birth. At first Zeke was stunned and star-struck, unable to say a word. Then his father gave him a present that he cherishes more than anything, still today. A mini-lightning bolt, just for him. He hasn't used it, though throughout his childhood, that was always what he has gotten for his birthday much to his mother's dismay. He promised to only use it for emergencies, which never occurred, so he has 7 of them. Anyhow, now that he knew that Zeus was indeed his father, his confidence sky-rocketed and he started doing better academically, except in math. He was still competitive, but no longer got into as much fights. Why should he anyhow? He was part god. He was the son of Zeus. He didn't have to meddle with mere mortals. Soon he got recruited into Olympus Academy where he meets other demi-gods like him, though his arrogance remained. He was the son of one of the Big Three. Extra: My favorite goddess is still Iris. I guess I'll say my favorite god is Apollo. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Zeus! Relationship With Godly Parent: Making up for the time that they didn't have together during Zeke's childhood, Zeus has been a good father to him. They hang out, talk about hot girls, and even play ball together. Zeke loves his father a lot and looks up to him. Godly Abilities: Heroic Strength: While he was always stronger than most kids, it wasn't until he started working out that he realized that he had an insane amount of strength and physical capabilities. (Think Hercules) L-l-l-lightning Power!: Like previously mentioned, he does have lightning bolts at his disposal, he just never used them yet...</s> <\|message\|>Jonas William Highwind Jonas Highwind Location: In door, looking out upon the dorm parking lot Interacting with: Dana Harada, Adachihara Kazuma, Rebekah Cross, and Dallas Relo (indirectly) --- --- So this was a three-way conversation now. Okay, alright, socialization. All good. No issues. He butted into conversations a lot himself, he couldn't really find it in him to be irked with this kid for doing the same. "ORE SANJOU!" After all, she was just being helpful anyway. Better than he could say half the time, as he was sure Dallas would readily attest to. Yeah, this is actually alright. "You're doing fine, new languages are hard. There's a bunch of little food spots around campus. Up that way there's a nice little Italian place th--" "ORE WA KAZU! ORE SANJOU!" And then there was this guy, proudly standing with his arms folded across his chest and yelling their ears off from atop his and Zaheen's (soon to be Hansel's) pet project. Alright. Somebody must have been listening in on the puns from earlier and decided retribution was in order. The situation here was steadily spiraling out of control, and he'd never felt quite so lost in his own front lawn. "Hajimemashite." he repeated, this time more tersely and followed by a deep breath. "Watashi no torakku wa orite kudasai." Nice to meet you. Please get (off of/down from) my truck. Thank Dad I decided to start taking Japanese for my foreign language credits... . . . That had better be right.</s> <\|message\|>Rebekah Anne Cross Rebekah Cross Location: Academy Campus Interacting With: @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow, @Onarax Two thoughts registered in the daughter of Athena's mind. The first was that it was odd that there was such a high concentration of Japanese demigods in this specific location, as well as a student that successfully spoke their language. While they weren't any more or less represented than any other nationality (after controlling for the school's location, at least), that not one but two new Japanese students would appear here was an oddity. She rather wished she spoke Japanese, as it would be greatly helpful. The second thought was that the newest arrival was being very, very loud. And Athena help her, if he didn't stop in the next few moments... Rebekah took a breath subtly deeper than her previous respiratory volume, and let it out a moment later. She wasn't sure how she had gotten herself wrapped up in such a noisy, irksome situation in so short a time, but now she was stuck. She couldn't easily leave without a valid reason, one she did not possess. So for the moment, she was stuck. "Kindly quiet yourself. Few understand you." She stated towards the loud one, as efficiently as possible. Verbosity was both unnecessary, and undesirable. In lieu of leaving the situation, she would instead attempt to tune out the noise and focus on her original intention. She took a few steps closer to the Ares dorms, bringing her into an easier speaking range, and addressed the Japanese girl directly. "Ms. Harada. As Mr. Highwind was beginning to state, there are several establishments on campus. The main dining hall is east, as I pointed. There is a decent Italian venue that way. There is also a Mexican and a Chinese establishment, of questionable authenticity, but excellent taste." "There are a few others, but those three are my personal favorites. The cafe-bake shop hybridization notwithstanding."</s>	<\|message\|>Zeke Aaron Carter Corinthe Malakos & Rozalia Éathliel & Zeke Carter Location: Roze's lair Interacting with: Each other --- --- Cori didn't pay much attention to Roze's room. First she had to patch her friend up. When the door had closed behind them, she walked over to the bathroom cabinet. "Don't worry Roze, just go sit on your bed and relax. Nurse... " She cleared her throat. "..Doctor Cori, is going to take care of you. I mean, they call me Doctor Death, but I never had any complaints from my patients." She tried to lighten the mood for her friend, hoping she could relax somewhat, after everything that had happened tonight. Though her jokes where never really the best when she tried to make them on purpose. When both girls sat on the bed, Cori looked at the cuts on Roze's cheek and gently pulled Roze's chin somewhat towards her, to get some more light on the wounds. "That's going to be a good scar, but it doesn't seem like your jaw muscle or any part of your skull got damaged. Can you fully open your mouth?" It wasn't like Cori knew exactly what she was doing. But common sense got her this far. She dipped a napkin in a bit of iodine she had found in the first aid kit, to clean the wounds. "It's just like you got scratched by a tiny trident. Here, hold still, this might sting a little." She was done cleaning the blood around the wounds, and now gently put the napkin on them to sterilize them. Zeke watched dumbly as the girls went to Roze's room where Cori began to help treat Roze. He wanted to help, but he really didn't know what to do. Which seemed to happen a lot to him. "Need anything?" he called out from the other room, somewhat hoping they would say no so he could just turn on the T.V. and watch something most likely sports related. Just being back in her cosy room with her two friends made Roze feel far more at ease, even despite the pain coming from her face as "Doctor Cori" began cleaning it. Roze followed Cori's instructions, wincing as she did so, and then glanced at the medical kit as Cori placed the napkin over her wound. Roze was sure that the cuts weren't deep enough to need stitches - not that she had any with her, obviously - but there were butterfly stitches in the kit that would do. "I think we're good in here Zeke." Roze called out to him, smiling slightly at the fact he hadn't stepped a foot into her bedroom. Damn, Cori had him trained well in such a small amount of time. Handing the steristrips to Cori - who would be able to apply them with far more ease than Roze, she called out to him again. "You can get something to eat or drink if you want, or put the TV on." She said, then paused, looking back at Cori and lowering her voice. "Hey... would you guys mind if you stayed the night? I don't... really want to be alone." She asked uncomfortably, hoping Cori wouldn't mind. If Roze was alone tonight, she just had a vision of her sitting in the bathtub with a baseball bat, chair against the door and not getting a wink of sleep. As is normal behaviour after an attempted kidnapping. "Alright! Thanks Roze!" Zeke didn't waste a second and quickly found the remote, turning on the T.V. He flipped the channels until he found something he liked then got up to get something to drink. He walked over to the fridge and looked to see what Roze had. He was surprised to see that there was beer but did not complain. He was going to have to ask her where she got it though. Just in case of emergencies. He returned back onto the couch, making himself comfortable. He probably should check up on the two of them but... he didn't want to interrupt anything or intrude. "Nope," he thought to himself. "The best thing to do is to just wait here until they need me." Cori carefully placed the steristrips over the wounds. "There you go. All patched up." She said to Roze when she was done. Packing up the medical kit, she enjoyed being able to fly the scissors to their place with her powers, whilst at the same time packing the leftover bandages with her hands. A little concentration game, that she was getting better and better at. When Roze asked her to stay the night, she was happy that she would be able to be near her with all the dangerous things going on. "Roze, I would stay here even if you didn't want me to. Nobody is going to kidnap you. I will make sure of that." She turned her head to faintly hear some noise coming from the t.v. in the other room. "I'm pretty sure Zeke will want to stay too, but let me check on him to be sure." Cori walked over to the other room, where she found Zeke all comfortable on the couch. "Hey Z" She said while smiling brightly at him. "Thanks for carrying us today." She crawled next to him on the couch and kissed him on the cheek. "With everything that's going on, I think it's a good idea if we stay with Roze tonight. Will you stay with us?" Zeke wrapped his free arm around Cori without looking away from the screen. "Yeah. Sure." he replied, not really paying attention as he was distracted by the game. Fortunately for them, it soon was commercial break, allowing Zeke to focus his attention on her. "Sorry, what were you saying again?" he asked, feeling a bit bad that he wasn't focusing on what she had said. Cori punched him in the ribs. She liked being able to let out her anger without actually being able to hurt him. "I thought you were listening!" But she wasn't really that mad, so she continued with a normal tone "Will you stay with me and Roze tonight?" "I probably should," Zeke replied after some thought. "Some one needs to stay around and protect you guys. Especially with what has been going on lately."</s>
<\|description\|>Elize Vanzant Elize Vanzant "Even in the darkest of times sometimes one must only remember to turn the light on. -Dumbledor --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Shewolf Birth Date: October, 14, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Elize is tall and willowy young woman, standing roughly five foot ten inches while barefoot. She appears the picture of frailty with long limbs and sharp features. Despite this she is much more athletic and strong than she appears, her muscles are toned and cut, they flex rather than bounce. Her hair reaches to about the stop of her breasts and is thick, a lovely shade of dark auburn red. Elize's face is a memorable one, perhaps it is her cool tropical blue eyes set above a set of sharp cheekbones. Her skin is a cool pale with soft blued undertones and is dotted with freckles in various places from across the bridge of her nose to her shoulders and back. Clothing Style: Elize is fairly simple as far as clothing is concerned. She generally wears little more than a tank top and a pair of jeans or shorts. She is usually barefoot so that she can feet her connection to the Earth. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Being in nature * Animals * Coffee * Hammocks * Cooking Dislikes: * Liars * Harmonicas * Men who act like pigs * People who don't like animals * People who sing a lot Fears: * Not finding someone to love her * Something happening to her animals * Losing her mother Habits: * Popping her knuckles * chewing with her mouth open * drifting off, day dreaming Personality: ♦ Kind ♦ Untrusting ♦ Quiet ♦ Stubborn Elize is quiet, but not for the usual reason. Elize is not shy, she merely prefers the presence of animals to that of people. Animals can be read without doubt, humans not so much. She is often quite easy to talk to and does occasionally like to engage in social interactions with other humans but not very often. There is little that unsettles her, she tends to be very calm and collected. With little show of emotion towards other humans, Elize is often considered to be cold. Background: Elize has somewhat of a rough past, she was gifted as a young child by her mother with the ability to communicate animals after Elize made the wish that she would always have friends and thus she does. However, with most things there is price to pay. Elize was gifted with animals and training them but was always lacking in typical human social skills. When she was a young girl her father got into the wrong crowd of people and ended up overdosing on drugs. As a result Elize was transferred into the foster care system and was bounced around from place to place. This was the reasoning behind her very first wish to her mother. She had reliable friends who would never turn their backs on her so long as she did returned the favor. Around her 10th birthday Elize landed in a home that was not the friendliest, every step she took was too loud, every breath too wheezy. This led to her second wish to her mother, the Goddess granted Elize the ability to exist in utter silence. She eventually started to use this to her advantage and began to escape for late night walks to see the animals in the woods but the family eventually found out and sent Elize away, frightened of how she had gone so quickly from an awkward loud child to an utterly silent one. Elize's next home was much kinder to her, school was not though as she moved from awkward tween to young adult. She was pushed about in school and though much stronger than she appeared her willowy appearance lead to her being picked on and betrayed. She learned quickly that the only things she could trust were the animals she encountered. She stayed with this family until she was an adult and veered out on her own with the guidance of her mother. Elize eventually found a cabin in the woods to rent when she was 19. When she turned 20 though her mother insisted that she attend school with the other people like herself. Extra: Elize is quite self conscious. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Artemis Relationship With Godly Parent: Artemis is definitely more fond of Elize than she is of her other child, though not exceptionally calm. She has been there when it was possible for her to be and gave Elize gifts when she needed them most. Her first gift she receive when she was a young child, others followed at various times during her life. Godly Abilities: Animal Tongues - Animals communicate with noises and body language, everyone is aware of that. They also have another form of communications that involves something slightly more complex. Unlike humans animals have no metal shield that keeps their emotions hidden from those around them. They communicate in pulses of emotions that radiate from their body, wild animals are more erratic and harder to read than domestic animals. Elize has the ability to read these pulses and communicate in the same manner. She can also faultlessly read body language and vocalizations. Her ability to communicate through emotions has been somewhat learn, she has a natural knack for it but she cannot read animals she's never encountered before right away based on emotion alone. Subtle Silence - Elize could quite possibly be one of the stealthiest people you might ever have the displeasure of meeting. This is a result of the second gift her mother granted her. She has the ability to be nearly completely silent, unless she simply deliberately makes noise when she is moving she is utterly silent; her breathing is slow and precise, her steps measured and even. This gift is useful for a variety of things from scaring other students to fitting in well in the forest among the animals. Predatory Presence - This was the latest gift her mother has bestowed upon her. Have you ever been out somewhere and felt extremely uncomfortable in the presence of someone? Felt the need to flee thought there was no reason to do so. Elize has the ability to give this feeling to people intentionally or unintentionally. It is also the reason behind her fluid motions and predatory nature. She has a tendency not to follow but to stalk, to prey on weakness, it is rather unintentional most of the time. She is also an adept tracker as a result of this. My favorite goddess is actually the Egyptian goddess Isis. Laurel Demirci "Among all the sights of the docks, the noble truck-horses are not the least striking to a stranger. They are large and powerful brutes, with such sleek and glossy coats, that they look as if brushed and put on by a valet every morning. They march with a slow and stately step, lifting their ponderous hoofs like royal Siam elephants. Thou shalt not lay stripes upon these Roman citizens; for their docility is such, they are guided without rein or lash; they go or come, halt or march on, at a whisper. So grave, dignified, gentlemanly, and courteous did these fine truck-horses look - so full of calm intelligence and sagacity, that often I endeavored to get into conversation with them, as they stood in contemplative attitudes while their loads were preparing. But all I could get from them was the mere recognition of a friendly neigh; though I would stake much upon it that, could I have spoken in their language, I would have derived from them a good deal of valuable information touching the docks, where they passed the whole of their dignified lives." -Herman Melville, Redburn. His First Voyage, 1849 ---</s> <\|message\|>Vivian Annabelle Corette Vivian Annabelle Corette Location; Dallas's Apartment/The Party Interacting With; Delilah Wells@karamonnom, Clarissa Price(Mentioned) @GoddessSophia --- --- The children of the gods sure knew how to party. All around, Vivian could feel the energy being emitted from every single one of them. From the yells and screams of excitement to the body-pulsing and high-bass vibrato from the pounding music entered every single one of them as they each delved into their own party-like activity. There were some that were playing beer pong, some were dancing to their heart's content, and some were fighting. While the latter wasn't necessarily a positive vibes, Vivian could see the smiles on their faces. Obviously those were the children of Ares and Athena. "Lilah, can't you feel it? The rhythm of the music adding to everyone's excitement; the dancing and the playing. Everything is so infectious," Vivian said, sounding almost intoxicated by whatever took over her. Her body spun around several times, taking in the positive feelings. When she did, Vivian's body faintly showed a golden glow. Vivian truly was taking in all of the excitement from everyone and adding to her already upbeat mood. As she took Delilah's hand, Vivian brought her brunette friend to a spinning motion, smiling nigh-infinitely. Each spin was met with a laugh from the daughter of Apollo. Whether it was just her or if Delilah felt the vibes too, Vivian was having the time of her life, being with her best girlfriend and enjoying the party to the best that she possible could. As they roamed around the free space of the party grounds, Vivian came to a complete halt, no doubt causing Delilah going face first into her friend's back, "no way!" Vivian said, turning her head, and looking at Delilah with an open-mouth, surprised look, "look over there, Lilah!" Vivian said, half-forcing Delilah to look towards where the beer and alcohol assortments were at, "Clarissa Price already making out with some guy. " Suddenly, Vivian's persona turned into that of some gossiping teenager. When Vivian turned her attention to the guy that Clarissa was macking on, she tried to figure out who he was. Vivian was a social butterfly, so she knew just about everyone at Olympus Academy. Even if they didn't like her(and vice-versa), she would know them at least on some level. As such looked at the currently locked with Clarissa's lips, she couldn't tell who it was. Granted, it was hard to determine who a person was by the side of their face, but even still; Vivian had no clue. The dark skin and the long, brown hair was as empty as Clarissa's kindness streak. SEriously, for as long as Vivian has had the displeasure of knowing Clarissa, she hasn't known the Daughter of Aphrodite to ever do anything nice for those who weren't her brother, The Platinum Prettyboy, Skye. So, to see her exchanging saliva with some skinny-looking, nigh-emo, caramel-skinned boy was an absolute shock for Vivian. "I wonder who that is?" She asked Delilah in a hushed, almost-whispering tone, "doesn't look like anyone that I know." Vivian said, disappointed almost, "how about you?"</s> <\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The party Interacting With; No one, but open --- --- After receiving directions, James headed off towards the party, contemplating the tricks he was planning to play. Would it be better to insert himself into the party quietly, or make a dramatic entrance? One look at the moon convinced him. "Heh. The Moonlit Magician is coming." A smirk settled onto his face as he thought out his entrance, and a tiny bit of him wondered if his father would approve. He squashed that thought, however. What did he care what Hermes thought? When he reached the apartment that the party was happening outside of, he wrote a note on a blank card and sent it flying through the air. His aim, perfected by years of practice, was spot on; the card flew between a couple of girls before hitting the wall by another demigod's face. The speed of the card ensured that it got stuck in the wall, and didn't fall to the floor. The note was rather simple, a single sentence along with KID's usual signature. I will be entering this party in exactly ten minutes. Kaitou KID~ After ten minutes had passed, he created an explosion of KID's usual pink smoke. As heads turned to look, he appeared when the smoke disappated, his back to the party, looking up at the moon. Then, he turned. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" He greeted them with a smirk and a bow. Just look at their faces! James loved the looks of surprise he gained from his getup, grinning on the inside, although his Poker Face remained unchanged.</s>	<\|message\|>Elize Vanzant Location; The Party Interacting With; Dallas Relo/Open --- --- A tall willowy figure headed towards the loudness of the party, her cousins were the brightest and bubbliest bunch you could imagine but what could you expect from the children of Apollo. Her uncle's children were what one would picture when you thought of rich, plush children. She had not lived such a kind life though, it was part of the reason that as she moved there was primarily silence. Even her heels sounded hushed, they only made a soft click as they hit the ground rather than the loud clack most women made in heels. Her upper lip was already partially curled as she drew closer to the boisterous group of people. Apparently Dallas had not bothered to put any of his shit in his house. Absolutely none of it. She could only assume that her mother had insisted upon this visit because they were family. She had met them on other occasions, mainly after being forced to do so in school. Elize's specialty was not people. The little birds in the trees surrounding the little party were calling and chattering, hoping for food to be left outside. She sent out a small pulse of reassurance there would probably be plenty for them to snack on in the waking hours of the party. She was glad for her cousin's laziness just this once, outside was clearly where she belonged. Elize settled her face before she entered into the lit area of the party looking for who around. It was very clear that directly inside Tara was screaming about something or another while Vivian was chattering eagerly about someone or something. Nothing of interest to Elize surely. She maneuvered fluidly through the crowd of people, not touching anyone. That was an added benefit of her latest gift from her mother. People tended to move away from her without having to be asked. Her blue eyes cut across the inside of the house to find what Tara had been screaming at, Dallas. Of course, he had managed to make her angry. That was nothing unusual though. What was unusual was the smaller girl attempting to make light of things and really only making things worse than they had been to start with. She moved silently, her loose blouse billowing on her willowy frame while her jeans clung to toned legs. Though she was not particularly fond of other upright readily sentient beings she did have somewhat of a sense of fashion. She was quickly moving through the people to make her way behind the bar. "Dallas what have you started now?" She murmured as she reached the bloodied young man.</s>
<\|description\|>Stefanie "Stef" Beauamant Age: 29 Race: Breton Gender: Female Starsign: The Ritual Birthplace: Bruma, Cyrodiil Appearance: Being a Breton, Stephanie does not stand tall - at an unassuming height of 5'4, with a slim yet curvaceous figure. Toned muscles exist in her arms and legs, but are not obvious to the eye. Her heart-shaped face is in no doubt a comely one - slightly pointed ears, a dimpled smile, and light blue eyes rimmed with hazel. Atop her head is long hair the colour of a warm mahogany - red and gold hues within, and a slight wave to it's shape. However, she does have her fair share of scars - several claw marks have left small ridges in her skin on the top of her arms and back - there are also some old crescent shaped marks on her neck, from vampire attacks in her past. She doesn't like talking about them. Personality: Generally an easy-going and humerous girl; despite a less than easy life, Stef prefers to keep an light mind about things. It tends to make life easier, she's found. As such, she can be quick to build companionship's or make jokes; the more a situation deteriorates, and the more nervous she gets, the more jokes come from her mouth. On the other hand, she has a fierce temper. Although not easily broken, the few times she has lost it has left people dead - and she was well within their rights to kill them, but it was done in a slightly more... frenzied manner than she is used to. From this temper lives a fierce protectiveness over things she cares about deeply, although she has become used to not sharing this type of bond with anything these days. After so many years of loss, she'd rather not become emotionally invested in someone, as it will lead to a grieving of death afterwards. As such, she lives a nomadic lifestyle - never staying with the same people for a long amount of time, and constantly traversing the countryside. Because a long travelling companion means emotions are bound to come into it once more. If one is to become her friend, her jokes become less, and her naturally friendly and companionable side is shown; not making quips for the sake of breaking the silence, but rather enjoying once another's company. She also has a very large reckless and rebellious streak - more often than not she will storm into danger, simply to see what happens on the other side. Backstory: As is the story of many a thief, her road has not been an easy one - not original. Losing her parents at the young age of ten, she was fostered by her Uncle - although a kind man to her, he was constantly hard at work as a guard, and had a more than discriminatory background. The small amount of time she spent with him, usually involved his racist rants, or him telling a story of mistreating a beggar in the street. These were not words she was comfortable to hear - and in her own way of rebellion against him, turned to the streets in her free time to learn trade from the very beggars and burglars her Uncle shunned - in replace for gold coins and food, they taught her how to be quiet, how to pick pockets, and better yet, how to pick locks. While this was going on, her Uncle was paying for her to be trained in fighting - although many things, sexist was not one, and he firmly believed all should be taught how to defend oneself. She began with blades, but soon found her forte in the bow, practicing with both until she turned 15, and her Uncle had a most untimely death. Left alone once again, she was unable to keep up the rent on the small Bruma home, and was cast out. Now stuck in the awkward stage of not child enough to be given a free home, and not adult enough to get a decent upkeep - Stef turned to the beggars for aid. And aid her they did. By the time she was 20, she considered herself to be an expert thief - survival was no longer an issue; she would rob stately homes and castles simply to prove she could. Any fleeting friendships or romances with fellow thieves or marauders ended quickly, for none could keep up with her, nor stay quiet like her. Over time, they were killed or imprisoned, and she quickly taught herself to stop mourning for them. However, it was companionship that saved her life, and broke her heart in the end. At the young age of 23, she and a fellow Thief - a handsome Nord by the name of Amund - came across a vampires nest in an old castle. They split up to begin with - as was the norm - but Stef was unused to vampires. The very shadows that she was usually invisible in betrayed her to the beasts, unknowing of their existence and ability to see in the dark. It was Amund who saved her that day, only to succumb to blood loss himself upon killing the beasts. This experience changed Stefanie - both in combat, and in personality. Although the recklessness still existed, she is cautious to take others along in her journey - lest they end up like all of her companions in the past. As such, she had nobody to dig her out of trouble when she was pinned for a crime she didn't commit - some noblewoman murdered in her bed. Sadly, that had been while Stef was robbing her home. She's been in the Imperial Cells for about a month now, and her thin face is beginning to show it. Skills: As a rogue, Stefanie's skills lie in the sneakier category - sneak, acrobatics and athletics are at top tier, as her manner of surviving means she relies a lot on running and climbing as opposed to actual brute strength. Keeping in line with her fleeting lifestyle, she generally sticks to lighter armours such as fur or leather. Not to say she doesn't have strength - there is more packed than one would think of her size. With a great love of light blades and the bow, she has honed her skill in both - although more proficient in the bow, her knives are to be considered just as deadly. As for her less deadly of skills, she is skilled in lock-picking, pick-pocketing, and speech. She is let down by her lack of knowledge in magic, and inability to use any weapon heavier than a steel longsword. Extra: The one trinket she holds with sentimental value is an Amulet of Mara - her Mother's Amulet. She was thankfully able to store it before her arrest, as she figured it bad luck to wear such an item of purity while doing a deviant act like robbery. She also thinks her Mother would be ashamed of her lifestyle, and as such, doesn't wear it when on the job - perhaps her Mother won't know that way.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Emile Aeckard Gabriel Aeckard Location: Roy & Sons Nursery and Garden Center Interacting With: Anomala, Roy Jr. --- --- "...So, uh, y'got any work experience?" Rj continued the conversation, breaking the awkward pause brought forth by Gabe's not-so-subtle implications. "Not really." Gabe shrugged. "I mean, I've worked before, just not at a store." Rj nodded in realization. "Ohhhh, so like, volunteer stuff?" He elaborated. Gabe had a brief lapse of thought in that moment, a memory being relived through his psyche. A peaceful outing of planting young shrubs with dryad siblings was harshly interrupted by a hellhound ambush. A horrendous incident that left Gabe with several new scars, both physical and mental. The Harvestchild parted with a sister that day, it was one of the events that had him consider moving out of the park. "...Yeah. Something like that." He slowly replied, diverting his gaze momentarily. "Mala, your friend's being weird. I can't have that shit around customers." Rj piped up, giving the nymph a indifferent grimace. Mala's expression curled up at the comment. "Oh grow up, Rj. Gabe's fine. He's just been through a bunch. Moving from New York n' all..." She defended him. "He's young, strong, obedient. Give him work, and he'll do it. You can trust this one." Rj was skeptical. "Hey, it's better than I can say for any of those other college kids." Mala added with a smirk. Rj gave the two another uneasy look. "...Right. I'll give 'im an application." Relenting, he began back towards the little building that housed his office. Mala and Gabe followed behind him, staying just out of earshot. The nymph looked far more excited than the boy. "Does he know about you, me…what we are?" He whispered to the nymph, in reference to their mythical backstories. "Well shit, Gabe, if he didn't before, he might just know now!" She whispered back, a twinge of frustration in her voice. "What was with all the dramatic pauses?" She asked. "Memories popped up...had a lapse...sorry about that." Gabe hesitantly replied. The confession was quick to make the nymph feel guilty for her snark. "Hey," She stopped, pulling him to the side as Rj disappeared into his office. "The easiest way to prevent that, is to focus on the present." She brought him in close, her voice low and sincere. He appreciated the simple encouragement. "Yeah...you're right." He quietly replied. Roy Jr. reappeared back into the scene, breaking the two out of their personal moment. In his hands, were a few pieces of paper. "Aight, fill these out to the best of your ability, then hand 'em back whenever you get the chance. Preferably before the day's out. I'll see what I can do about getting you some work here." He instructed, handing Gabe the sheets of application papers. "Okay, I can do that...thanks." He gave the two a considerate nod before turning towards the exit gates. "Wait, you're not gonna fill it out now?" Mala tried to stop him. "I'll get to 'em ASAP. I'll be back when your shift's done, yeah?" He called back. She couldn't help but sigh. "Okay...see you then, Harvestchild~." Mala said her farewells with a knowing smirk. "Ugh." Gabe began walking faster. "Harvestchild? What's that supposed to mean…?" Rj mumbled at their interactions, before getting back to work.</s> <\|message\|>Sovor. The Imperial bloody prison. Sovor grumbled in annoyance as the guards shoved him into the cell and locked the door behind him. He was surprised to see he wasn't alone; a Breton woman already occupied the cell. Sovor stared at her for a few seconds before shrugging and sitting down on the stone floor, his back against the wall, the cell's gate on his left-hand side. He looked out through the bars and pinched the bridge of his nose. So this is where I spend the next twenty years... fucking n'wahs. From the opposite side of the corridor someone started talking to him. "Hey, there! You! Kinsman! I haven't seen another Dunmer in here in I don't know how long. Where you from, huh? Vvardenfell? You got a wife back home?" Sovor looked up and narrowed his eyes at the other Dunmer. Untraditional hairstyle, no tattoos, smooth skin, clear voice. "No, outlander, I don't," Sovor replied. His voice sounded like tanned leather and grit, affected by decades of ash storms. "Now shut up before I find a way into your cell and do things to you that would make your ancestors scream, little swit." Taken aback, Valen Dreth, the Dunmer in the opposite cell, balled his fists. "Think you're so tough, n'wah? You'll change your tone after the guards are done with you. Oh, that's right. You're going to die in here!" Ignoring the outlander's whining with a dismissive wave, Sovor turned his attention back to the Breton woman in the cell with him. "Fucking outlanders, right?" he said companionably.</s>	<\|message\|>Stefanie "Stef" Beauamant "Huh. Must be over-flowing the cells this week." Was Stefanie's first thought as a newcomer was shoved into her cell. At first, she'd been apprehensive, hearing the guards approach. They were none too kind to her - but with a Dunmer in the cell opposite, they preferred battering Dreth with insults moreso. She didn't know why, but so many damned guards had issues with Elves. "This one deserves it though. What an almighty bastard Valen is." When the guards weren't hurling abuse at either him or her, Dreth was whispering foul things - about what the guards would eventually do to her, about what he would do to her if the bars hadn't been in the way... the usual stuff. So when another Dunmer was launched into her cell, she was none too pleased. However, it was obvious he was far more companionable than Dreth. Despite his harsh words to his fellow Dark Elf, he had a strangely pleasant grittiness about him - a harshness from the wild she was more accustomed to than the slime of Valen. "Well, I suppose I would be what is considered an Outlander." She began, a smile already beginning to form on her lips. "But for that slimy son of a bitch in particular, I'm inclined to agree with you. I wouldn't bother talking to him - years in a cell has clearly addled his brain." "You shut up, Breton wench! You're not leaving this prison 'til they throw your body in the lake!" Naturally, Dreth exploded at her interruption. She rolled her eyes, standing up from her favourite corner to stand by the newest addition. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I've got a few decades in me yet, rat-boy. Go chew on some skeever tails." She replied dryly, then offering her hand to her fellow prisoner to shake. No matter the situation, she did enjoy introductions. First impressions, and all that. "I'm Stefanie Beauamont - call me Stef, if you like. I figure if we're spending some time together, we may as well known each other's names." Stef stated, torchlight from the outside corridor illuminating her pale face. After a month in prison, the lack of food had began to show - her cheeks were far hollower than when she had been interred, and various smudges of her dirt streaked her face. Nevertheless, bright eyes shone through, a spark of mischief ever alive within them.</s>
<\|description\|>Jimmy Jameson Sex: Male Age: 57 Appearance: Jimmy is a small man, around 5'6, with grey hair on top but iron coloured around the sides. He has tanned skin, blue eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. He wears chef whites. Occupation: Sushi Chef Crew or Passenger: Crew Improvised Weapon: Broom handle with a fillet knife fixed onto the end of it by duct tape and wire. Equipment of Note: Cigarette lighter, crew radio, crew keys. Location: Sheldon's Sushi Bar, Deck 2 Aft.</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy. "There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger. Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet. "Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however. "The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder. And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?" "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone. Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel." Then the bar's doors locked. "For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess." Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it. The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds. "Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt. @Fillet@McHaggis@Jack</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom. "Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway. "One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!" As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.) There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.) "This ain't good." Stevie quiped. "LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!" Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.) Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick replied to the waitres chick introducing himself to her, turning around on his bar stools saying "Well I was drinking in here a while ago and suddenly shit went south"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "So, Uhm, you did that..?" Nadia asked, pointing to the dead girl. "I was in the lobby when it all happened.. I wonder if that man is still chasing after me.." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) chalres laughed into the mic "I am not crazy, i am sick and sadistic, not crazy though." he unlocked the doors, whitch would have no effect as the person had just smashed them. "No need to smash the door, it was a good door... I installed that door myself, took an hour to do. ah well" He thoought he should check the casino, lots of "fun" things happen at the most crowded place on the ship. Fortunately there was some fun to be had "Back away slowly, when it goes dark... bolt" he put into the tanio for the casino, often used for promotions of who won. he hit the switch and caused a blackout on deck, you could see, but not by much. He also notcided the soar powered chainsaw so he shut the blinds cauing a pitch black room "Good luck, shout when your out and ill lock the doors"</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick was hoping they didn't notice the Suspiciously dead girl lying against the bar counter, but hey it wasn't His fault that she just decided to go crazy and attack him. She vomited all over his shoes for Christs sake Well a awkward voice, much like a child when he was caught taking cookies out of a cookie jar, Nick answered the Waitress Oh yeah, She went crazy and attempted to kill me, yeah I had to kill her....sorry Truth be told, he just killed the girl because she messed up his shoes</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Ah, I see" Nadia said, keeping quiet as she looked at the girl.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy lunged his mop-spear at the crazy in the Hawaiian shirt, planting the fillet knife deep into its chest. The man screamed briefly, half in hysterical laughter, half in terror, and then crumpled to the ground. The old lady was next, and she came in swinging with her weighted handbag. Jimmy reacted quickly, thrusting his spear at her, and realising too late that the duct tape had failed, and that the knife was still embedded in the man with the Hawaiian shirt. This being the case, the harmless end of the map handle smacked against the old crone's face, knocking her glasses from her eyes. "You fight like a little bitch," the old woman snarled, and then threw herself into Jimmy. He punched, and punched, but the crazy had the strength no elderly woman had the right to bear. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and started trying to choke him. "Help HELP HELP YOU USELESS IDIOTS!" Jimmy screamed towards the kitchen, before returning to the struggle.</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu launched himself through the doorway, past the chef and into the old lady. She flew across the corridor from the impact, only stopping when her body hit the far wall. Ryu quickly shifted his attention to the two girls in bikinis, who were advancing towards him with evil grins. Ryu glanced at the chef. "Two on two, take your pick which one you want." He said.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy struggled to his feet, clutching his swollen throat. "Fuck that hurt," he coughed, and then looked at the advancing bikini crazies. "I've got the left!" He barrelled into the girl on the left, using his fists to pound her face into blood and teeth fragments. She laughed excitedly, and produced a razor blade from who-knows-where. Jimmy saw it just in time to roll clear of her, before it sliced his neck clean open. "Oh come on honey," she said, getting to her feet and wiping the blood from her mouth. "Don't you like me?" Jimmy looked left and right for a weapon, and settled on a small metallic bin with a flip-lid. "Oh I like you plenty sweet heart," he said with a smile. "But my friend, Ben the Bin, likes you more so!" With that, he swung the bin at her head, cracking her across the side of the skull. She fell to the ground, and he moved over to stomp down on her head. "I really hope there's no cure for this, I'm killing a hella lotta people today. Would be a shame if all it took was some paracetamol!"</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella gave the dead girl another look, before she started drumming on the water bottle in her hand. She was starting to become restless, and more and more worried about where her friend Tindy might be. She couldn't stand being in this bar anymore, she knew she should be looking for Tindy because she would be looking for her. "Alright, I'm leaving." Ella announced and started walking towards the doors. "Good luck" Ella took a look around before she entered the lobby. It was completely silent. Too silent.</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins As the chef declared he was after the left girl, Ryu looked at the one on the right. "Looks like you've got me then." He said before lunging towards her, his right hand curled into a fist. As he got within reach of the girl, he swung his fist at her. It connected with her jaw with a rather satisfying crack and she stumbled back, a little dazed. Ryu launched another right hook, followed by a left. Blood started to trickle from the girl's mouth. She threw her arms up in defence and another right hook connected with her arm. She was trying to fight back but Ryu was relentless and very quick. He swung a left hook under her arms into her stomach. Her arms, almost instinctively it seemed, moved from her face and covered her stomach. She gasped as the punch knocked the wind straight out her and bent forwards slightly. As she did, Ryu launched a roundhouse kick with his right foot. It connected with the side of her head and she crumpled to the floor, blood still trickling out of her mouth in a steady stream. He wasn't sure if she was dead but she was certainly out cold and that was good enough. Ryu didn't fancy killing someone unless he absolutely needed to. Ryu turned to the chef as he remarked about a cure. "Cure? So this is a disease affecting them? That's what's making them homicidal?" He asked. "I guess we're immune to whatever it is then?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "W-wait" Nadia started to say when she left. Something felt wrong. She felt more uneasy than earlier on. Nadia hurried over to the door and opened it, only to find that it was empty. "Hey, uhm, I still don't know your name but, we have to go get her! There was this crazy guy in the lobby! He might still be there!" Nadia said to the guy, panicked. Suddenly, she was pulled backwards and her mouth as covered by a hand. "Theere you are!" The voice of the man from the lobby shouted in her ears. Immediately, Nadia kicked behind her and went back in the bar because he released her.</s>	<\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The mechanic's question stumped Jimmy for a moment; he had assumed that everyone was infected by an illness of some sort. Why? Well, for one there was a nasty bug going about the passangers on the Hippo's first day at sea. Secondly, the crazies seemed feverish- perhaps even delirious. It had to of been some kind of biological illness, to Jimmy's mind. Though what caused it, was beyond him. "Well," Jimmy said finally, "by the amount of blood I'm covered in, I woulda thought I'd of savaged your face by now and eaten your balls." The former sushi chef looked about. The area outside of Sheldon's Sushi bar was a kind of mini-mall, with a linear foyer lined with various small shops and bars. The "West Gate", it was called. Everything seemed eerily quiet, and this made Jimmy nervous. No bodies, no mess. Just quietness. "I'm going to the bridge," Jimmy said quietly, keeping his voice down. "You're welcome to come with me. I think we'll stop by security on our way, see if we can't kill that moron playing with the ship's systems." He stopped and pointed over at a compacted Sports 4 U store. "We'll find weapons in there, nothing much, but I reckon they'll have a golf club or a croquet mallet."</s>
<\|description\|>Stevie Ripeoffa Sex: Male Age: 28 Appearance: Occupation:Snake Oil Salesman Con Man Legitimate Businessman Crew or Passenger: Passenger Improvised Weapon: Anything he can get his hands on! (Though he'll only be starting with his "MAGICAL PLEASURE MACHINE" (AKA A long stick with a snowglobe with a hot guy inside at the end.)) Equipment of Note: Large Empty Sack (Previously filled with his AMAZING INVENTIONS, but they scattered all over the ship when he ran away from the sick people) Stolen iPhone Handful of Poker Chips (Grabbed when the Casino was being taken over when he was on the biggest losing streak of his career.) (And whatever he may be able to pick up in the room he locked himself in.) Character's Starting Location: Someone's First Class Cabin. (He locked himself in the first open doored room he could find.)</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) Green and red lights, thats all there is. Big blinking screens of screaming men and women getting dragged off. Its sad that they all asume that he is evil but what can you do, the engins packed out a few hours into it and he lost contact to wheel house. it doesnt matter tho, he is happy in the server room, peaceful and in a area that no one will touch, "The survace corridore" even before the outbreak it sucked to go down, now the flickering lights make it worse. "Never mind, ill check the bar" to his good will there were some people there, and they diddnt look angry, they looked scared... yes. but not angry or in the mood to kill him, he pressed down on the tanoi for that area "Umm? Hello? Please tell me your not an army group of people? Im quite lonly in my little office and would LOVE! some company."</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa Stevie observed the boy, smirking a bit. This arrogant asshole reminded Stevie of his days when he was that boy's age. Arrogant, Stupid, Thought people would actually buy that he was the second coming of Christ. He felt a spiritual bond with this guy. He showed off the necklace with the keycard attached. "Here it is, but it's not leaving my sights anytime soon." Stevie started. "I think we were meant to meet in this room. I can tell that even though you're dressed like an employee, your eyes and faces tell me that you're only here to make money. Just like me." Stevie reached into the pocket of the Cruise Crazie he killed with the vodka bottle and found a wallet. He tossed it to Devon. "We both are in an interesting situation youngster, with a distinct advantage. We're on a cruise ship right? One where the ticket to the worst rooms cost $45,000. Then there must be a safe where that money is kept. Maybe in the places where this keycard can get us. If we team up, I protect you, you protect me. When we reach that safe. We'll split the money 60-40, and get the hell off this thing! And don't worry...you'll get the sixty...youngster." Stevie offered his hand, he would probably be true to his word, of course not mentioning the real reason he wants extra protection.</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick swore he heard a man screaming stuff like hes in some bad Slasher flim, Noticing how the girl offered him water, took the bottle with his right hand Thanking her by saying Yeah thanks, but is there any vodka in there by any cha- And then a another girl burst into the bar, it was raining women today, Oh well look who joi- and then was cut off by some guy speaking on the intercom, Nick was getting a bit pissed, Oh hey look that kid over there is trying to speak lets interrupt him! Nick ignored the intercom and instead waved to the new girl with his left hand, still sitting at the bar counter,</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) "does thing thing work? im talking to you man who is taking water water and women who is giving." he leant back in his chair and flicked a few switches turning the lights of the bar to emergency mode "Now, you answer me, or i shut down the whole section for an hour."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia looked at the man at the couch warily and went closer, sitting down at a chair around 2 meters away from him and the other women. The bar then was set to emergency mode and Nadia looked around, surprised.</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick let out a sigh, and yelled Yes yes we hear you loud and clear into the air, being shut down for a hour in a tiny bar isn't very good, the shoes that were drying caught Nicks eyes, Nick gotten off of his bar stool and Slide over the bar counter, landing on the other side and grabbing his precious shoes, he put them both on, his shoes were White as snow and as clean as a.....uhh.....clean... forget it,</s> <\|message\|>Tindy Tartson @Jack @McHaggis The chef is crazy, she thought and involuntarily took a step closer to the - she looked up at the sexy knight in shining armour who must have had come to her rescue - "I don't think we've met before," she said to him with a dazzling smile. "I'm Tindy and I'm your side." She turned to the chef and quickly added, "Your side. You're on the good side, and I'm on there." The girl he was with - who didn't look to be any kind of worrying adversary against her for Hotty McHotness - seemed to have retained some sense and humanity. She would need to talk to her and Hotty in private about how to find Ella and get out of this nightmare alive. If they could… maybe.. smack the chef over the head when he had his back turned once they reached safety and didn't need his crazy violent assistance; it was a tempting thought Tindy kept in the back of her mind. "I need to find my best friend, she's a waitress. Have you seen her? Her name is Ella. She was rostered to work tonight in Top Floor."</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) "Ah, good, i thought ths thing never worked. well thats not true but you know?" he kicked his feet back and flicked the lights back on "Now you dont have to see in a red tone" he checked the other screens for more life. There was a woman stadng next to someone, now charles liked crude jokes, jokes like switching on the spriklers to scare people, he be leant back, flicked the emergancy lights on and the main lights off, locked down the doors and put a red swirling light on... and in a calm and slow voice spoke into that zone "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" he leant in his chair to watch them hurry and scram.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia sighed in relief as the lights became normal and she looked around, noticing the dead girl was near her. She got up and moved over to sit further away from her, sitting nearer to the girl on the couch. "So, Uhm, who are you guys?" She asked, looking at the guy and the girl. They didn't seem to be crazy like the man she saw earlier. And also they didn't attack her nor talk in a weird creepy way. Perhaps they were sane..? "I'm Nadia" she smiled, hoping to get the conversation going on.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) charles spun back around and flicked the Tanoi, "Charles, i work the machines"</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa While Stevie waited for Devon's answer, using his free hand, he put the adjustable cane into his sack and pulled out the radio. "While you contemplate, I'll see if there's any suckers who'll be willing to help us." Stevie flicked on the radio, "Hello? Hello? Sorry we haven't talked on this channel, we're still alive, just a bunch of Cruise Crazies tried to ambush us. Anyone else still alive after their dealings with these guys?"</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) the radio on his shoulder sparked to life "I have eyes on 2 groups across the ship who seem to be alive over"</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu looked at Tindy with a quizzical look. The situation the ship and all those aboard it were in and this girl was attempting to flirt with him? At least he thought she was. "No, we haven't..." He said. "I'm Ryu." He added, also announcing to the chef and the girl he had managed to identify as German from the accent. "As for your friend, you three are the first people I've seen bar the obese guy who tried to kill me not 10 minutes ago, so no I haven't seen her. A more pressing question though is what the hell is going on here? As I just mentioned, 10 minutes ago I woke up with someone trying to kill me. Then I come here and it's a massacre site and you're..." He motioned at the chef at this point, "... waving a damn spear around and dropping microwaves on people! What the hell was gotten into everyone suddenly?!" He was almost on the verge of shouting now. It was at that moment, just when Ryu thought things weren't going to get any worse that the lights went off, replaced with what must have been emergency lighting, the doors locked down and a warning about radiation blared out. Ryu let out an exasperated groan and shook his head. "Lovely. Just what I needed!"</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy. "There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger. Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet. "Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however. "The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder. And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?" "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone. Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel." Then the bar's doors locked. "For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess." Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it. The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds. "Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt. @Fillet@McHaggis@Jack</s>	<\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom. "Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway. "One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!" As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.) There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.) "This ain't good." Stevie quiped. "LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!" Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.) Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."</s>
<\|description\|>Ella Jones Sex: Female Age: 19 Occupation: Waitress in one of the ship's fancy restaurants Crew or Passenger: Crew Improvised Weapon: none yet (but since she's in a kitchen she will probably end up with a knife or something) Equipment of Note: Crew keys, crew radio, Location: In the kitchen (to the restaurant she working in)</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) "Ah, good, i thought ths thing never worked. well thats not true but you know?" he kicked his feet back and flicked the lights back on "Now you dont have to see in a red tone" he checked the other screens for more life. There was a woman stadng next to someone, now charles liked crude jokes, jokes like switching on the spriklers to scare people, he be leant back, flicked the emergancy lights on and the main lights off, locked down the doors and put a red swirling light on... and in a calm and slow voice spoke into that zone "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" he leant in his chair to watch them hurry and scram.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia sighed in relief as the lights became normal and she looked around, noticing the dead girl was near her. She got up and moved over to sit further away from her, sitting nearer to the girl on the couch. "So, Uhm, who are you guys?" She asked, looking at the guy and the girl. They didn't seem to be crazy like the man she saw earlier. And also they didn't attack her nor talk in a weird creepy way. Perhaps they were sane..? "I'm Nadia" she smiled, hoping to get the conversation going on.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) charles spun back around and flicked the Tanoi, "Charles, i work the machines"</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa While Stevie waited for Devon's answer, using his free hand, he put the adjustable cane into his sack and pulled out the radio. "While you contemplate, I'll see if there's any suckers who'll be willing to help us." Stevie flicked on the radio, "Hello? Hello? Sorry we haven't talked on this channel, we're still alive, just a bunch of Cruise Crazies tried to ambush us. Anyone else still alive after their dealings with these guys?"</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) the radio on his shoulder sparked to life "I have eyes on 2 groups across the ship who seem to be alive over"</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu looked at Tindy with a quizzical look. The situation the ship and all those aboard it were in and this girl was attempting to flirt with him? At least he thought she was. "No, we haven't..." He said. "I'm Ryu." He added, also announcing to the chef and the girl he had managed to identify as German from the accent. "As for your friend, you three are the first people I've seen bar the obese guy who tried to kill me not 10 minutes ago, so no I haven't seen her. A more pressing question though is what the hell is going on here? As I just mentioned, 10 minutes ago I woke up with someone trying to kill me. Then I come here and it's a massacre site and you're..." He motioned at the chef at this point, "... waving a damn spear around and dropping microwaves on people! What the hell was gotten into everyone suddenly?!" He was almost on the verge of shouting now. It was at that moment, just when Ryu thought things weren't going to get any worse that the lights went off, replaced with what must have been emergency lighting, the doors locked down and a warning about radiation blared out. Ryu let out an exasperated groan and shook his head. "Lovely. Just what I needed!"</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy. "There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger. Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet. "Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however. "The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder. And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?" "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone. Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel." Then the bar's doors locked. "For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess." Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it. The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds. "Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt. @Fillet@McHaggis@Jack</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom. "Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway. "One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!" As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.) There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.) "This ain't good." Stevie quiped. "LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!" Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.) Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick replied to the waitres chick introducing himself to her, turning around on his bar stools saying "Well I was drinking in here a while ago and suddenly shit went south"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "So, Uhm, you did that..?" Nadia asked, pointing to the dead girl. "I was in the lobby when it all happened.. I wonder if that man is still chasing after me.." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) chalres laughed into the mic "I am not crazy, i am sick and sadistic, not crazy though." he unlocked the doors, whitch would have no effect as the person had just smashed them. "No need to smash the door, it was a good door... I installed that door myself, took an hour to do. ah well" He thoought he should check the casino, lots of "fun" things happen at the most crowded place on the ship. Fortunately there was some fun to be had "Back away slowly, when it goes dark... bolt" he put into the tanio for the casino, often used for promotions of who won. he hit the switch and caused a blackout on deck, you could see, but not by much. He also notcided the soar powered chainsaw so he shut the blinds cauing a pitch black room "Good luck, shout when your out and ill lock the doors"</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick was hoping they didn't notice the Suspiciously dead girl lying against the bar counter, but hey it wasn't His fault that she just decided to go crazy and attack him. She vomited all over his shoes for Christs sake Well a awkward voice, much like a child when he was caught taking cookies out of a cookie jar, Nick answered the Waitress Oh yeah, She went crazy and attempted to kill me, yeah I had to kill her....sorry Truth be told, he just killed the girl because she messed up his shoes</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Ah, I see" Nadia said, keeping quiet as she looked at the girl.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy lunged his mop-spear at the crazy in the Hawaiian shirt, planting the fillet knife deep into its chest. The man screamed briefly, half in hysterical laughter, half in terror, and then crumpled to the ground. The old lady was next, and she came in swinging with her weighted handbag. Jimmy reacted quickly, thrusting his spear at her, and realising too late that the duct tape had failed, and that the knife was still embedded in the man with the Hawaiian shirt. This being the case, the harmless end of the map handle smacked against the old crone's face, knocking her glasses from her eyes. "You fight like a little bitch," the old woman snarled, and then threw herself into Jimmy. He punched, and punched, but the crazy had the strength no elderly woman had the right to bear. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and started trying to choke him. "Help HELP HELP YOU USELESS IDIOTS!" Jimmy screamed towards the kitchen, before returning to the struggle.</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu launched himself through the doorway, past the chef and into the old lady. She flew across the corridor from the impact, only stopping when her body hit the far wall. Ryu quickly shifted his attention to the two girls in bikinis, who were advancing towards him with evil grins. Ryu glanced at the chef. "Two on two, take your pick which one you want." He said.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy struggled to his feet, clutching his swollen throat. "Fuck that hurt," he coughed, and then looked at the advancing bikini crazies. "I've got the left!" He barrelled into the girl on the left, using his fists to pound her face into blood and teeth fragments. She laughed excitedly, and produced a razor blade from who-knows-where. Jimmy saw it just in time to roll clear of her, before it sliced his neck clean open. "Oh come on honey," she said, getting to her feet and wiping the blood from her mouth. "Don't you like me?" Jimmy looked left and right for a weapon, and settled on a small metallic bin with a flip-lid. "Oh I like you plenty sweet heart," he said with a smile. "But my friend, Ben the Bin, likes you more so!" With that, he swung the bin at her head, cracking her across the side of the skull. She fell to the ground, and he moved over to stomp down on her head. "I really hope there's no cure for this, I'm killing a hella lotta people today. Would be a shame if all it took was some paracetamol!"</s>	<\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella gave the dead girl another look, before she started drumming on the water bottle in her hand. She was starting to become restless, and more and more worried about where her friend Tindy might be. She couldn't stand being in this bar anymore, she knew she should be looking for Tindy because she would be looking for her. "Alright, I'm leaving." Ella announced and started walking towards the doors. "Good luck" Ella took a look around before she entered the lobby. It was completely silent. Too silent.</s>
<\|description\|>Mark Johanson Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Caucasian/USA Rank: Lieutenant Method of getting powers: Gene Therapy Experiment or recruit?: Recruit Powers & their limits: Telepathy: Mind Speak: Send messages to people at a distance. Distance based on concentration. Mind Link: Connects him to another mind. He can then alter perception or view their memories. Mind Meld: Merges with their mind, so that he can relive their memories and alter them. Very short range. Mind Sense: Can tell where other minds are around him. Personality: Wants to learn as much as he can about technology and powers. Backstory: When his apartment was destroyed in the initial invasion, he joined the recruits, despite not trusting the government. The threat was too serious for him not to join, he believed. He had been a mechanic in a factory before that, so he got trained as a technician for the military. There he chose Gene therapy for his powers, as they would give him the most control and wouldn't risk brain damage. He trained his powers every day after that, and, when they discovered that the aliens use telepathy and can invade minds if you get too close, he started using his powers to train the others in mental defense, something which anyone could learn, even if they didn't have powers, though the powers made it easier. When they started forming teams, he chose to join Hatsuki's team, as he was one of the few people she considered a friend because he had taught her to defend her mind almost as well as her powers let her defend her body. Equipment: Kevlar armor, Shoto, 12 ga pistol grip shotgun with Magnesium shells, AK-47 with hardened rounds</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Nurse Micheal, I just want you to know I sincerely 'preciate all ya do here.", Harry nodded to the short, muscular man who had helped him into his suit, receiving a halfhearted grunt in response, "I 'spose I should get to shippin' out, then. Wish me luck!" The servos in Harry's armor buzzed as they flared to life, each movement carefully calibrated by electrical feedback from his own systems, a second skin of steel that was his and his alone. He remembered the conversations he had; how he should have gone into R&D work, stayed out of the fighting, served his country some other way- it would never have worked. Without the living power plant that was Harry Abrams, his inventions were worthless. His armor alone was tailored to himself to the point that, even if someone did manage to develop a battery capable of powering it, the force of the servos and calibration of the wire system would rip a normal man's body apart- their body wouldn't be able to keep up. The near-perfect synchronization Harry had with his suit's motor was the only reason he hadn't sustained permanent, large-scale muscular and skeletal damage from using it. Besides, Harry Abrams had been out of action for too long; it was time to show old Uncle Sam what he could do. He ate breakfast, checked his systems, cleaned Lucy, mounted Lucy, cleaned his AR-4, mounted his AR-4, checked that the safeties were on both, checked his ammunition bin, checked his kit, checked his suit's integrated tools, and left for the hangar. "Mornin' all.", he gave a quick salute as he stomped into the hangar, "Private Harry Abrams, reporting for duty!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s>
<\|description\|>Kelvin Adamska Age: 35 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Northern Russian Rank: Komandir otdeleniya (lit: "commander of branch", a squad leader) Method of getting powers: Surgery (Trepanning, specifically) Experiment or recruit?: Recruit Powers & their limits: Friction Control: Kelvin can control the friction between objects mentally. If he can visualize it properly, he can manipulate its friction on a molecular level. With enough concentration, this allows him to make an object slide at a constant speed or stop on a dime. Notably, this does not exempt this object from the other laws of physics regarding energy transferrence, meaning that suddenly stopping an object will inflict just as much kinetic force on it as if it rammed into a wall. Temperature Control: Due to the fact that the vast majority of all heat is caused by energy released due to friction between atoms, Kelvin is capable of controlling the temperature of an object. This takes significant amounts of concentration. State Control: Due to the fact that molecules that are colder due to them not reacting as violently to friction and vice versa, Kelvin can alter the state of matter by controlling its temperature. This takes some time, especially for elements that are gaseous or plasmatic at room temperature. Physical Fitness: Kelvin's been eating his Wheaties every day, and thus meets the Russian military's standards for physical fitness. He is as capable as a human being at peak fitness, and rocks an even farmer's tan. Personality: Kelvin is very laid-back, often spending his spare time relaxing and conversing with his friends. He has a moderate sense of duty, and a short temper in the battlefield. If he faces significant opposition, Kelvin has a worrying tendency to give up and attempt another plan of action. Most importantly, Kelvin is extremely loyal to his friends and superiors, but will not hesitate to scorn and shun them if they mess up sufficiently. Kelvin will put the security of the mission beyond the happiness and plans of his allies. Backstory: Born in Arkhangelsk Oblast in 1984, Kelvin's family was hit hard by the Soviet Union's rule and hit even harder by its fall when Kelvin was 7. After spending much of his childhood in near-vagrancy, Kelvin joined the army at the age of 18 after graduating from high school. Though he demonstrated excellent fitness and devotion to his duty, Kelvin never demonstrated clear enough skill to become anything more than a squad leader for a small platoon of contract soldiers. After being sent to the Ukraine, Kelvin demonstrated no more valor than he had demonstrated in Russia's previous campaigns. It was only through sheer luck that Kelvin and his platoon were with NATO forces when the aliens attacked. Fighting valiantly, he and his allies eked out a safe zone long enough to be evacuated to the hidden UN military base in Jerusalem. Equipment: Kelvin is equipped with a military uniform as is standard for Russian Armed Forces members. His primary weapon is his standard-issue AK-12 and GSh-18. Though these guns may seem mediocre compared to the magical armaments used by his peers, Kelvin has trained himself to unconsciously manipulate the kinetic force of the bullets, ensuring that all forms of resistance are negligible for all of his bullets. Kelvin carries a large amount of keepsakes, mostly trophies taken from noteworthy enemies and friends during his many years as a soldier. Kelvin is not above using any tools he is given, though he does balk at experimental technology.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Dammit, how did I mix up IC and Characters? Disregard this.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam spent five minutes adjusting his tie. It wasn't right, he knew it wasn't right. And it wasn't right, when he heard that fly brushing its eyes. With each attempt to adjust his tie to make sure it was perfect, that fly would do it again. Contorting his face into a grimace when that dreadful sound tormented his psyche, he realized he didn't have his tie exactly straight. It was askew again, and he needed to straighten it out. As he tried doing it again, he made small smacking noise as he licked his lips. "...Not purple again." He said with a sense of melancholy. He frowned, as his fingers moved around his tie as he finally set it straight. With a small sigh he raised up his arms as he checked the collars of his suit. Liam rolled his neck around as he took his Desert Eagle and placed it in the holster on his belt. He eyed his sensory deprivation rig, a machine solely for one person, and beautifully mobile. It was quite easy to move around; Of course, as it was the one thing that helped him. He reached into his breast-pocket and took out his glasses. Brushing them off he returned them back into his breast-pocket. Smiling at his rig, he decided that he would take it with him. Walking around on the side of it he began pushing it out and towards the hanger. It is most likely where he needed to go. As Liam was walking he again, grimaced at the fact that the fly was still brushing itself. C-could it just shut up? It seems like it'd be a nice and considera- AGGGGH! He paused in going forward as he clenched at his teeth for a moment. After a few quick seconds he headed towards the Hanger once more. Liam knew that two of them were there already, and it would be remiss to not give a polite wave and felicitations at the beginning of the day. He entered the Hanger, and pushed his machine towards a nearby wall, as he gave a wave to the two there. "Hello. How are you two today?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Nurse Micheal, I just want you to know I sincerely 'preciate all ya do here.", Harry nodded to the short, muscular man who had helped him into his suit, receiving a halfhearted grunt in response, "I 'spose I should get to shippin' out, then. Wish me luck!" The servos in Harry's armor buzzed as they flared to life, each movement carefully calibrated by electrical feedback from his own systems, a second skin of steel that was his and his alone. He remembered the conversations he had; how he should have gone into R&D work, stayed out of the fighting, served his country some other way- it would never have worked. Without the living power plant that was Harry Abrams, his inventions were worthless. His armor alone was tailored to himself to the point that, even if someone did manage to develop a battery capable of powering it, the force of the servos and calibration of the wire system would rip a normal man's body apart- their body wouldn't be able to keep up. The near-perfect synchronization Harry had with his suit's motor was the only reason he hadn't sustained permanent, large-scale muscular and skeletal damage from using it. Besides, Harry Abrams had been out of action for too long; it was time to show old Uncle Sam what he could do. He ate breakfast, checked his systems, cleaned Lucy, mounted Lucy, cleaned his AR-4, mounted his AR-4, checked that the safeties were on both, checked his ammunition bin, checked his kit, checked his suit's integrated tools, and left for the hangar. "Mornin' all.", he gave a quick salute as he stomped into the hangar, "Private Harry Abrams, reporting for duty!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s>	<\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s>
<\|description\|>Liam Brown Age: 38 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin:Caucasian/Canadian Rank: Private/Conscript Method of getting powers: Surgery Experiment or Recruit?: Experiment Experiment Powers & their limits: Enhanced TK Senses Pyrokinetic Vision: Depending on the time Liam takes to 'charge' before the release, it can either be a minor annoyance, to something capable of melting steel. Either way the process of generating heat in front of his eyes doesn't tend to be very 'comfortable'. Sixth Sense: Liam's senses have been enhanced in such a way that he detects things beyond normal capability. The most enhanced of his senses, and the one he has the most control over is sight. The rest of the senses go off in an unpredictable manner, such as him smelling far more than he intended, or his hearing becoming more super-sensitive at seemingly a whim, among other strange ways. As a method of dealing with it he has rigorously tried to learn ways to turn his senses 'off'. His training has been, so-so in its effectiveness, but not as effective as just spending time in a sensory deprivation rig. Personality: Liam Brown, before the operation was a soft spoken man. He wasn't too noticeable and was a rather bland and average individual. The only real special thing is the daily rituals he'd do, and having a mild case of synesthesia. After the procedure, he well still mostly the same, although he has become fairly unhinged, more inclined to strange and curious outbursts. And of course the synesthesia he had had become much more severe. Despite that he is typically more or less the same, a boring soft spoken man. Backstory: Liam Brown was born in the Ontario Providence of Canada. He lived a mundane life, with nothing of note happening, until he was caught for embezzlement at the pharmaceutical company at which he was employed. And after that the divorce; Granted, he was going to divorce her soon anyway because his wife cheated on him with a Fisherman from Novia Scotia. For his White Collar crimes he was sent to the correctional institution where he served many months in, without anything notable happening. However, nearing the end of his sentence, armed forces came in taking fairly low-risk criminals in order to get soldiers for the war against the aliens. Liam had nothing really to lose, at least he thought, and went with the procedure. After the results showed that he had the powers, he was quickly taken by the UN to serve. Equipment: A Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig, a Colt Canada C7, and a Desert Eagle</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Dammit, how did I mix up IC and Characters? Disregard this.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam spent five minutes adjusting his tie. It wasn't right, he knew it wasn't right. And it wasn't right, when he heard that fly brushing its eyes. With each attempt to adjust his tie to make sure it was perfect, that fly would do it again. Contorting his face into a grimace when that dreadful sound tormented his psyche, he realized he didn't have his tie exactly straight. It was askew again, and he needed to straighten it out. As he tried doing it again, he made small smacking noise as he licked his lips. "...Not purple again." He said with a sense of melancholy. He frowned, as his fingers moved around his tie as he finally set it straight. With a small sigh he raised up his arms as he checked the collars of his suit. Liam rolled his neck around as he took his Desert Eagle and placed it in the holster on his belt. He eyed his sensory deprivation rig, a machine solely for one person, and beautifully mobile. It was quite easy to move around; Of course, as it was the one thing that helped him. He reached into his breast-pocket and took out his glasses. Brushing them off he returned them back into his breast-pocket. Smiling at his rig, he decided that he would take it with him. Walking around on the side of it he began pushing it out and towards the hanger. It is most likely where he needed to go. As Liam was walking he again, grimaced at the fact that the fly was still brushing itself. C-could it just shut up? It seems like it'd be a nice and considera- AGGGGH! He paused in going forward as he clenched at his teeth for a moment. After a few quick seconds he headed towards the Hanger once more. Liam knew that two of them were there already, and it would be remiss to not give a polite wave and felicitations at the beginning of the day. He entered the Hanger, and pushed his machine towards a nearby wall, as he gave a wave to the two there. "Hello. How are you two today?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Nurse Micheal, I just want you to know I sincerely 'preciate all ya do here.", Harry nodded to the short, muscular man who had helped him into his suit, receiving a halfhearted grunt in response, "I 'spose I should get to shippin' out, then. Wish me luck!" The servos in Harry's armor buzzed as they flared to life, each movement carefully calibrated by electrical feedback from his own systems, a second skin of steel that was his and his alone. He remembered the conversations he had; how he should have gone into R&D work, stayed out of the fighting, served his country some other way- it would never have worked. Without the living power plant that was Harry Abrams, his inventions were worthless. His armor alone was tailored to himself to the point that, even if someone did manage to develop a battery capable of powering it, the force of the servos and calibration of the wire system would rip a normal man's body apart- their body wouldn't be able to keep up. The near-perfect synchronization Harry had with his suit's motor was the only reason he hadn't sustained permanent, large-scale muscular and skeletal damage from using it. Besides, Harry Abrams had been out of action for too long; it was time to show old Uncle Sam what he could do. He ate breakfast, checked his systems, cleaned Lucy, mounted Lucy, cleaned his AR-4, mounted his AR-4, checked that the safeties were on both, checked his ammunition bin, checked his kit, checked his suit's integrated tools, and left for the hangar. "Mornin' all.", he gave a quick salute as he stomped into the hangar, "Private Harry Abrams, reporting for duty!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s>	<\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s>
<\|description\|>Liam Brown Age: 38 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin:Caucasian/Canadian Rank: Private/Conscript Method of getting powers: Surgery Experiment or Recruit?: Experiment Experiment Powers & their limits: Enhanced TK Senses Pyrokinetic Vision: Depending on the time Liam takes to 'charge' before the release, it can either be a minor annoyance, to something capable of melting steel. Either way the process of generating heat in front of his eyes doesn't tend to be very 'comfortable'. Sixth Sense: Liam's senses have been enhanced in such a way that he detects things beyond normal capability. The most enhanced of his senses, and the one he has the most control over is sight. The rest of the senses go off in an unpredictable manner, such as him smelling far more than he intended, or his hearing becoming more super-sensitive at seemingly a whim, among other strange ways. As a method of dealing with it he has rigorously tried to learn ways to turn his senses 'off'. His training has been, so-so in its effectiveness, but not as effective as just spending time in a sensory deprivation rig. Personality: Liam Brown, before the operation was a soft spoken man. He wasn't too noticeable and was a rather bland and average individual. The only real special thing is the daily rituals he'd do, and having a mild case of synesthesia. After the procedure, he well still mostly the same, although he has become fairly unhinged, more inclined to strange and curious outbursts. And of course the synesthesia he had had become much more severe. Despite that he is typically more or less the same, a boring soft spoken man. Backstory: Liam Brown was born in the Ontario Providence of Canada. He lived a mundane life, with nothing of note happening, until he was caught for embezzlement at the pharmaceutical company at which he was employed. And after that the divorce; Granted, he was going to divorce her soon anyway because his wife cheated on him with a Fisherman from Novia Scotia. For his White Collar crimes he was sent to the correctional institution where he served many months in, without anything notable happening. However, nearing the end of his sentence, armed forces came in taking fairly low-risk criminals in order to get soldiers for the war against the aliens. Liam had nothing really to lose, at least he thought, and went with the procedure. After the results showed that he had the powers, he was quickly taken by the UN to serve. Equipment: A Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig, a Colt Canada C7, and a Desert Eagle</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s> <\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru Toramaru let out a groan as the plane landed. [Man, what a pain.] he sighed, pulling out a cigarette. Normally his wife would get onto him for this, but she wasn't here right now. Besides, he'd had to listen to a bunch of annoying foreigners. [So where's this so-called mothership, anyways? The sooner we blow it up, the sooner I go home.] he said, walking down the ramp. Jamming one hand down his pocket, he rested his bokken over his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam gave a quick nod as Hatsuki explained the situation. He'd rather not fight aliens, but it was what he agreed to do. Got out early from the prison, which was nice. But dying to aliens, wasn't as nice. Still Liam made a deal with them and had to go through with it. "Right I -" He paused for a moment as he realized the plane arrived. He checked his side as he confirmed his Desert Eagle was on his side. Check. His rig. Check. Liam glanced at his Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig as he smiled. He looked around as he listened to the man speak some language. Vietnamese? Liam was fairly sure it was Vietnamese. It was a nice break from the flies making that wretched brushing noise. He checked his tie as he took two minutes to make sure it was perfectly straight. After confirming that he pushed his mobile sensory rig down the ramp. He paused as he noticed they were in football field. "Doubt we're gonna play a nice game of football, so uh, find the mother-ship and just destroy it or something?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams Harry stomped out of the plane, excited to finally be seeing some action, "Alright, lemme at 'em! We'll show these extraterrestrial sumbitches what some good ol' American exceptionalism can do!" He took in the devastated cityscape- chunks blown out of buildings, bits of shrapnel and god knows what else embedded in the ground, a tattered, deflated soccer ball rotting in a collapsed goal, a silent witness to the destruction the aliens had wrought. the scorched and warped frame of a civilian jeep say sulking in an alleyway, canvas roof flapping quietly in the wind. They had said this territory belonged to the invaders, but it belonged only to death. His leg servoes hummed as they came to life once again, "I'll go... I'll check for survivors.", he mumbled, walking towards one of the homes.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam heard the American decide he'd search for survivors. This seemed like a good idea to him, for a few reasons. One, it wouldn't be polite to leave people out where aliens could get them. Two, the American was in a Metal Suit, and would make good cover. Three, if he knew his cousins down south they were loud and would distract from aliens. In the off chance they were wanting survivors, it would be good idea to be with someone who they would be more inclined to shoot at first. Plus, couldn't let a person wander off alone. With all of these factors Liam quickly looked around as he spoke up. "Yes, er, I'll go with him, it'll be quicker er if I help him out. Pardon me." Liam said as he pushed his sensory deprivation rig past, making sure he didn't hit anyone. Following Harry, Liam waved with his left hand. "Uhm yes, excuse me American!" He shook his head as he racked his mind for the introduction. He just had to give it when so much background noise was going on. "Er Harry was it? Could you please slow down a little? Together we can go find any poor fellows who uh, got trapped in this wasteland." Wrinkling his nose he shivered a bit. "This place smells terrible. Can you smell things with that suit on, if I may inquire? I don't mean to be rude, is all, I just want to make sure I had permission to ask, and make sure you weren't offended by it. If you can't smell out here, you are a lucky fellow. Because it smells rather pungent out here."</s> <\|message\|>??? "Ay, Don Robot. Lamento decirlo pero su falta de sutileza es tan inconveniente como efectiva su armadura". Fantasma called out as he nonchalantly walked out into the street from one of the nearby buildings. His attitude was that of someone going out for a stroll, cane in hand, and did not fit the ruined, evacuated city that surrounded him. Nevermind that he had just walked right through a wall. "You make lot of noise, good sir, raise alert. Is fine, I fix problem", he said to the robot as he put his hand inside his pocket. He had indeed incapacitated one of the invaders, a scout following the tank MAX had just reduced to a scrap heap. The little grey had sneaked inside the building to call for backup before running into Fantasma, who simply could not have him making a ruckus. "Now, you not move, yes?", he said as he pulled out his navaja from the pocket, drawing the blade with a flick of the wrist. It was oddly diffuse. "Very still, I cut you out". Fantasma took a dramatic pause, barely a moment, before he once again flicked his arm like a whip, and the knife cut deeply into the enemy craft, well beyond the reach of the blade. He repeated the operation twice before being satisfied with the result. The machine should be able to easily pry the remains apart now. "Freedom for you, Don Robot".</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Fraid I can't, Canada. Say, them eyes a' yers are pretty fancy, right? Could ya help me look fer survivors?", Harry said as he clunked over to a nearby house and took a look around. Dusty furniture and dirty clothes lying around, left behind in the evacuation. He shuffled around, looking for signs of life when he realized one of his feet had caught on a rug, pulling it loose and revealing a trapdoor that must've led to the cellar. He lifted the heavy wooden door, only to be met with an "ALLAHU ACKBAR" and the sharp PLING of small arms fire ricocheting off his chestplate. "Found a survivor!", he shouted, "And he's uh- he's shooting at me and yelling something in his sand language." Another two shots bounced off his armor, followed shortly by the magazine and the gun itself. "Ah, nevermind, he's run dry. Should I haul 'im out?"</s>	<\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam gave a quick nod. "Well yes, my eyes are the one thing I can, ah, fully control. And of course I'll help you look for Survivors." He paused for a moment, looking down the barren street, before he spoke up nervously. "Oh, uh, in the distance I see horrible, horrible war-machine! It is giant, and shiny. It is trudging along on three giant legs. We have about 2 hours before it gets here? Huh, they must have had a malfunction. Good fortune for us I guess." He then focused on the house in which Harry went to investigate. Which he heard the sound of gunshots being fired. He quickly followed and pushed his rig with him. "Yes, yes I heard. He's being very inconsiderate considering our purpose." He said as he approached the house and yelled to him. "He smells terrible, give him a bath before you drag him out. IF the power works that is. And if you could please try to make sure he minds his manners, being impolite out here is a bad thing."</s>
<\|description\|>Toramaru Age: 43 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Japan Rank: None Appearance: A grizzled, middle-aged man whose body is thick with muscle. He has swept back black hair and intense, fiery eyes showing a burning passion leftover from his youth. Even his hands are thick and rough with callouses. His face has a tired, rough look, as if he were carved from wood. Covering his back is a large, intricate tattoo of a ferocious tiger, giving off a mighty roar. He commonly wears shorts, sandals, and Hawaiian shirts. Method of getting powers: Surgery Experiment or recruit?: Recruit Powers & their limits: Ultra-dense muscle and bone tissue. Primarily this grants Toramaru greatly enhanced strength. He can easily toss cars, punch through concrete, and rip through steel with his teeth. At his maximum, he could bench press a house. Additionally, the durability allows him to do these things without his body getting crushed. He's also ridiculously good at taking a punch. He can shrug off conventional firearms. Something on the level of a tank shell hitting him would be like hitting a normal person with a light jab. Additionally, he is rapidly attaining finer muscle control. Personality: Toramaru is a hotblooded man, who believes in loyalty to your family. He's brash, arrogant, and frankly not at all pleased with where today's youth is headed. To most of his new co-workers, he's a grumpy and harsh man. His only desire is to retire back to Okinawa with his family. After having a child, he got really into superheroes from seeing them on the television constantly. Backstory: Toramaru grew up in the poor side of town, and fell in with a rough crowd as a child. Ditching class to fight other kids, sell pot for his uncle, and shake down anyone weaker meant he was drafted into the Yakuza pretty quickly. He began a lucrative, if highly dangerous, job as an enforcer, mostly beating down other mobsters for the sake of territory. This lasted until his older brother was shot on the streets in an act of revenge. Heartbroken, Toramaru agreed to help his boss pull one last gig, securing the last of Tokyo before retiring to Okinawa. For the past several years, he's been living in retirement, teaching a boxing school. After the threat of alien attack, Japanese intelligence agencies began going through the nation's medical records, searching for citizens with a potential for high power. Toramaru was just such a candidate, despite his history of violence. In exchange for a pardon from numerous crimes he did and didn't commit, he's been pressed into service with no official rank, given a dangerous surgery, and told to fight an exceedingly dangerous extraterrestrial enemy. He is allowed to call his family on the phone once a week, and has convinced his child he is actually a superhero. Equipment: A bokken. On the hilt is carved the kanji for "Discipline"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s> <\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s>	<\|message\|>Toramaru Toramaru let out a groan as the plane landed. [Man, what a pain.] he sighed, pulling out a cigarette. Normally his wife would get onto him for this, but she wasn't here right now. Besides, he'd had to listen to a bunch of annoying foreigners. [So where's this so-called mothership, anyways? The sooner we blow it up, the sooner I go home.] he said, walking down the ramp. Jamming one hand down his pocket, he rested his bokken over his shoulder.</s>
<\|description\|>??? Codename: Don Fantasma (Fantasma is spanish for ghost and gender-neutral) Age: ???? Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Spain Appearance: A pale, tall, thin man whose face is perpetually hidden behind a white mask with a large, smiling mouth marked in black and big, black holes for eyeballs. It's rather unsettling. His black hair, however, is visible and he keeps it short and perpetually slicked black. He usually dresses in an all-black suit with a white shirt, red tie and black gloves, shoes and a flat cap. Rank: ? Method of getting powers: Gene therapy? Experiment or recruit?: Experiment? Powers & their limits: -Intangibility: By vibrating his molecules, Fantasma can phase through solid objects. It's taken practice to learn how to do this while including his own clothes and small items he carries as well as maintaining proper grounding, and it takes conscious effort to extend the effect to anything larger than, say, a dictionary. Extending it to another person is quite trying, but doable for short periods of time. While phasing, Fantasma's body becomes diffuse and he's practically immune to all harm and impossible to harm through physical means. Of course, he's unable to harm or interact with things in any meaningful way in return. Since he can't breathe while phasing through solids, there's a limited amount of time Fantasma can stay within them and he can't see through them while doing so. Extremely dense materials such as Aegium or Toramaru's body are harder to phase through, requiring more effort. Phasing through a person is a rather uncomfortable experience for the "victim" and gives them a strange sensation not unlike a low power electric shock surging through their body. Machinery that is phased through will suffer small, momentary malfunctions. Extremely dense beings such as Toramaru will experience it not as a surge of electricity but as if they're wading through water. -Invisibility: By vibrating but differently, Fantasma can make himself invisible. It doesn't cancel out any noises he might make and he can't both be invisible and phase. Much like with his intangibility, he can extend this to others by touch, and it takes less effort in comparison. -Vibroweapon: By using his vibrations in a different manner, he can enhance the effectiveness of his martial arts or extend the effect to a weapon made specifically to tolerate the vibrations, enhancing their effectiveness well beyond the limits of what he can do with his body alone. He can't do this while phasing or becoming invisible, however. -Vibrant mind: His powers have had two effects on his mind, they have greatly heightened his reflexes and response time and have made it quite difficult to contact him with telepathy. Unless great pains are taken both from the telepath and from Fantasma himself to smooth out communication, the only result will be a constant, dull buzzing noise. -Supersoldier: Ostensibly a result of the gene therapy he was subjected to, Fantasma is deceptively athletic for a man his size, and he claims he received extensive spec-ops training, though of what nature he has never said. Nevertheless, he is an accomplished covert soldier. Personality: An affable man, polite and soft spoken, who nevertheless has a very clear, idealistic idea of what a hero should be and do, though he recognizes the seriousness of the situation at hand and isn't entirely against killing. Backstory: Nobody's sure who or what Don Fantasma actually is, and they've tried to find out. There's no records of him, no real name, no one's ever seen his face. There's a number of conflicting theories such as being an escaped secret weapon of Francoist Spain, an attempt to create a perfect genetic soldier by the military dictatorship of Francisco Franco and funded by numerous totalitarian movements and extremist cells across the world, or that he was in fact created by the ETA in opposition of Franco but he was considered too dangerous and unreliable and was thus kept frozen in storage until he was freed by a power failure during the alien invasion. Some even say his origins stretch even further back, and that he was in fact some kind of spanish soldier, conquistador or nobleman of days past and that he was brought back to life by strange sorceries, but that'd be ridiculous. Now, his preserved body being experimented upon for being one to naturally manifest special abilities causing him to come back to life, or cloning the body to create a living superhuman, that's only slightly less ridiculous. Whatever the case, he turned up one day after the world powers began recruiting those with powers, introducing himself, simply, as Don Fantasma, a superhero. Equipment: -Cane: A straight wooden cane, black and polished with silver caps top and bottom as well as a silver ring marking the "handle". Made from rare Yekralam wood, which serves as a high quality natural conductor for Fantasma's weaponized vibrations. Already an incredibly sturdy cane, when it is empowered by its wielder it becomes a surprisingly powerful bludgeon, capable of smashing through metals or knocking people away with ease, and it gains the ability to deflect all manners of assault. -Navaja: A traditional spanish folding-blade fighting and utility knife. A mean thing, razor sharp and surprisingly large and long-bladed for what is essentially a pocket knife. When used to channel Fantasma's weaponized vibrations it becomes capable of cleanly slicing through reinforced metals with a single stroke. -Mask: A plain white mask with big round black dots for eyes and a pleasant smile marked in black for a face. It's rather offputting but not actively terrifying. It just won't come off.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s> <\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru Toramaru let out a groan as the plane landed. [Man, what a pain.] he sighed, pulling out a cigarette. Normally his wife would get onto him for this, but she wasn't here right now. Besides, he'd had to listen to a bunch of annoying foreigners. [So where's this so-called mothership, anyways? The sooner we blow it up, the sooner I go home.] he said, walking down the ramp. Jamming one hand down his pocket, he rested his bokken over his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam gave a quick nod as Hatsuki explained the situation. He'd rather not fight aliens, but it was what he agreed to do. Got out early from the prison, which was nice. But dying to aliens, wasn't as nice. Still Liam made a deal with them and had to go through with it. "Right I -" He paused for a moment as he realized the plane arrived. He checked his side as he confirmed his Desert Eagle was on his side. Check. His rig. Check. Liam glanced at his Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig as he smiled. He looked around as he listened to the man speak some language. Vietnamese? Liam was fairly sure it was Vietnamese. It was a nice break from the flies making that wretched brushing noise. He checked his tie as he took two minutes to make sure it was perfectly straight. After confirming that he pushed his mobile sensory rig down the ramp. He paused as he noticed they were in football field. "Doubt we're gonna play a nice game of football, so uh, find the mother-ship and just destroy it or something?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams Harry stomped out of the plane, excited to finally be seeing some action, "Alright, lemme at 'em! We'll show these extraterrestrial sumbitches what some good ol' American exceptionalism can do!" He took in the devastated cityscape- chunks blown out of buildings, bits of shrapnel and god knows what else embedded in the ground, a tattered, deflated soccer ball rotting in a collapsed goal, a silent witness to the destruction the aliens had wrought. the scorched and warped frame of a civilian jeep say sulking in an alleyway, canvas roof flapping quietly in the wind. They had said this territory belonged to the invaders, but it belonged only to death. His leg servoes hummed as they came to life once again, "I'll go... I'll check for survivors.", he mumbled, walking towards one of the homes.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam heard the American decide he'd search for survivors. This seemed like a good idea to him, for a few reasons. One, it wouldn't be polite to leave people out where aliens could get them. Two, the American was in a Metal Suit, and would make good cover. Three, if he knew his cousins down south they were loud and would distract from aliens. In the off chance they were wanting survivors, it would be good idea to be with someone who they would be more inclined to shoot at first. Plus, couldn't let a person wander off alone. With all of these factors Liam quickly looked around as he spoke up. "Yes, er, I'll go with him, it'll be quicker er if I help him out. Pardon me." Liam said as he pushed his sensory deprivation rig past, making sure he didn't hit anyone. Following Harry, Liam waved with his left hand. "Uhm yes, excuse me American!" He shook his head as he racked his mind for the introduction. He just had to give it when so much background noise was going on. "Er Harry was it? Could you please slow down a little? Together we can go find any poor fellows who uh, got trapped in this wasteland." Wrinkling his nose he shivered a bit. "This place smells terrible. Can you smell things with that suit on, if I may inquire? I don't mean to be rude, is all, I just want to make sure I had permission to ask, and make sure you weren't offended by it. If you can't smell out here, you are a lucky fellow. Because it smells rather pungent out here."</s>	<\|message\|>??? "Ay, Don Robot. Lamento decirlo pero su falta de sutileza es tan inconveniente como efectiva su armadura". Fantasma called out as he nonchalantly walked out into the street from one of the nearby buildings. His attitude was that of someone going out for a stroll, cane in hand, and did not fit the ruined, evacuated city that surrounded him. Nevermind that he had just walked right through a wall. "You make lot of noise, good sir, raise alert. Is fine, I fix problem", he said to the robot as he put his hand inside his pocket. He had indeed incapacitated one of the invaders, a scout following the tank MAX had just reduced to a scrap heap. The little grey had sneaked inside the building to call for backup before running into Fantasma, who simply could not have him making a ruckus. "Now, you not move, yes?", he said as he pulled out his navaja from the pocket, drawing the blade with a flick of the wrist. It was oddly diffuse. "Very still, I cut you out". Fantasma took a dramatic pause, barely a moment, before he once again flicked his arm like a whip, and the knife cut deeply into the enemy craft, well beyond the reach of the blade. He repeated the operation twice before being satisfied with the result. The machine should be able to easily pry the remains apart now. "Freedom for you, Don Robot".</s>
<\|description\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Ghoul Mask: Her mask covers just the upper part of her face, leaving her mouth unobstructed. It is pink in design and rather simple too, with just a pair of white butterflies painted by the side to give it more distinction. Nicknames: Hunter Spider. Age: 18, despite appearances. Gender: Female Rank: S Kagune: Coming out from just below her shoulder blade, Izumi's kagune resembles two extremely long and disgusting spider legs, with some joints through it that make it a lot more flexible than other kagunes. They can pierce through almost anything and can withstand any kind of frontal attack, as well as being usable as hooks of sorts to either grab something or unto something. However, attacking the joints will make them come breaking down. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: A hunter by all means, Izumi likes the thrill and emotion that comes together when hunting her prey to eat. She just can't get enough of it, the emotion of pusuing her food across alleys, the imminent danger of Doves appearing, the danger of other ghouls also appearing. It is just incredibly fun, in fact, she just hunts her food for the fun of it. Of course, she doesn't behave in the same feral, predatory way during the day, neither when talking to others. When talking to other people, the thought of her being a ferocious and dangerous ghoul wouldn't even go near your head. Izumi is as girly as they come, and loves to talk about fashion and is very easy to approach. People during high school called her an idol, because of how sociable she was and how she seemed to excel in most areas. The perfect role model for anyone. However, with someone she doesn't like, she won't hesitate to insult them and even threaten them, all in the same girlish tone she usually talks in. Also, she is an incredible actor, being able to cry without major provocation and maintain an smile even when it seems impossible. Biography: Since she was little, Izumi was taught that in this ruthless world, the best she could do was pretend. Pretend that she was human, pretend that she liked others, pretend that doves weren't a real threat, pretend that her parents loved her, and that she loved them back, pretend that they were the perfect family. Always pretend. Her parents pretended to care, and Izumi pretended not to need any parental love. Instead, she tried to garner enough manservants around her to shower her with attention, the attention she didn't get from her parents. Of course, she was satisfied like that, and her parents were too into each other to even care what their daughter was doing. One day, though, in her way back home, she returned to an abandoned house. Her parents were the kind that liked bathing in the blood of their enemies while doing... other things. To say they attracted attention to them would be a huge understatement. A single note was left for her. 'Have to bail, house is yours.' Izumi lost her source of food and also the guys who paid for the bills, but somehow, she was unusually calm about it. That night was the first she went out in search of food by herself, and it was the first time in her life she ever felt really alive. Since then, she has been hunting everyday, in order to feel even more excited. She has dodged, even killed doves in her endeavors, but it hasn't stopped her. Still, she sometimes gets more than enough for her and is actually generous enough to give some to the restaurant that also serves as a sanctuary for ghouls.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Using what little strength he had left Akurai managed to lift himself of the bludgeoned man just to take two steps and break down next to his father's body. "Come on now dad. Don't play like this, just... wake up. Please?» He knew it was useless, but something inside him just refused to accept the reality. Grabbing onto his father shoulders he shock him slightly, hoping and praying that it would somehow bring him back, but it was to no avail. Laying his father's body back down Aku felt the tears stream down his face as he could no longer deny the truth and as he did the rage and anger had subsided and was replaced by only sorrow. However another feeling from deep inside him also started to resurface, the feeling of hunger. The hunger had grown greater as he had used his remaining power. The headache he had had turn into the worst on he could remember, almost splitting his head in two. His body shivered and twitched as he tried to deny his instincts. "I can't, I won't"He repeated to himself as he felt his mouth water by the sight of flesh and blood. "I refuse to eat them" His stomach twisted and turned and Aku let out a groan of pain. Biting down on his lip he pushed himself away from his dad and into a corner. He sat there and felt his emotions and instincts play thug of war with him. His mouth watering while he himself bit down on his lip until he remembered something he could eat. Crawling out from the corner he made his way over to his pray, bloody hand prints stained the floor as he moved and soon he reached the puddle of a man. Reaching down into the bloody mess he felt substance and tor of a part of flesh. Holding it in front of his mouth he repeated "This or them, this or them" until he finally gathered the courage to bite down. However as soon as he felt the taste of the flesh he gagged and dropped the piece. Never had he tasted something so foul, something so disgusting and stomach turning. However only moments later he grabbed the piece back up and took another bite, this time managing to swallow some. The meal took a few hours as for every second piece he felt his whole system disagree with what he was forcing into it, but he kept it all down and kept forcing himself to eat more. "Last leg now" He said to himself as some sort of motivation to just get done, to just get this hell over with. Getting up Aku made his way to the shower. His body was numb and his face was emotionless, he was working on autopilot. His clothes made a splash as they hit the floor and as he stepped into the shower the water turned a crimson red. His knuckles stung as the water and soap ran down them and revealed the slight bruising and cuts the bludgeoning had led to. Stepping out of the shower he quickly dried himself, brushed his teeth and then found a bag. Going into his room he filled the bag with clothes and everything else essential. Down stairs he found the safe he knew was hidden in the wall and tried what he was sure was the code, but that didn't work. The ribbons shot out of his back and he ripped the safe to shreds and then quickly stuffed the money hidden inside into the bag. Making his way towards the door he stepped over the bodies littered around the living room and as he reached the door he turned and said "Thanks… thanks for everything" then he closed the door behind him, put on his hood and embarked into the dark .</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum. Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance. "No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..." As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" Yuuka was surprised to hear her name called and turned her head to face him. The boy standing in front of her was a real cutie. Looked foreign, brown and well-built, like a little mishka. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." This kid is the new recruit? He's not much older than Tatsumi would've been, if he... A noodle flopped freely and struck Yuuka right in her good eye, making her wince. Yuuka sighed and brushed the cup and the remaining noodles off of her head. "Sorry about that, there was a little thing with some other investigators and uh... anyway, it's unbecoming of me as an investigator to look so messy in front of my new partner. Feel free to chew me out later for my unprofessional behavior, Sergeant Hisoka sir!" she said, mock saluting. "So you're the newbie, huh? It's nice to meet you. My name's Yuuka. Matsuoka Yuuka, Special Investigator. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to call me." Yuuka held out her metal hand for Hisoka to shake.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! The relatively empty shop stood in the dark with its yellow lights standing out without a sound coming from the inside. In the kitchen, a young worker was in the kitchen, seated on a stool with his earphones on, bent over the marble table with all sorts of ingredients, silverware and spices pushed away to make room for a pencil case and notebook. Along with some scribbles around what seemed like math questions, there were some small writings that were actually related to the topic. The boy tapped on the table with the back of his pencil, simply staring at the sheet of paper in front of him. His free hand went to look for the cup of coffee he'd poured earlier. Once he realized that he couldn't find it, he raised his head to look forward emptily. After a few seconds, the young man lazily got to his feet, tugging his earphones out and moving away to pour some coffee. Not every night was this boring for him, of course. Once every few weeks or sometimes even days, he'd spend a night out, getting a nice meal and taking a walk. It was like a ritual. He'd walk out, going down the street he lived on, look for anyone that might catch his eyes. If he found anyone, he'd give them stories, names, jobs... Trying to figure out what kind of people they were like. Sometimes he'd even approach them and even get to know who they were, inside out. But tonight was simple. Simple was good sometimes...</s>	<\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) In the streets of District 8, Izumi Junpaku, better known for her monikeer of 'Hunter Spider' while wearing her mask, is destroying a single camera she ripped from the walls. With both of her kagunes, she wildly smashes it, until nothing is left. "Damn guy! who does he think he is, spying on us like this! This is just the law of the jungle! Let us feed on your corpse all ready!" After her little fit of rage, Izumi calmed down with a sigh. "One of these days, though." With that, she put her kagune back to where it belonged. Out of sight. It was bad enough that she felt angry after feeling that someone was watching her. "I could care less whether it is that guy from CCG or the so called "Checkmate", it pisses me off that they want to spy on me." The girl with the tiny frame left the alley she was in after smashing the camera to pieces, of course, not before taking her mask off. Outside, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She had left some of her human friends waiting for her in a coffee shop (thank god it was coffee shop), so she made her way there again. "Sorry to make you wait girls!" Izumi said while approaching the table, but when she got there, there was no one there anymore. "Wha? Where did these girls go? That's totally not cool, just leaving me hanging like that." Searching through her handbag, Izumi takes her cellphone and checks for any messages, and sure, there it was, a message saying they'd miss cram school if they did not hurry. "These girls... there's such a thing as manners. Well, what can you do." She blocked her phone and put it away in her handbag again with a sigh, that quickly turned into a smirk. "Well, I guess the hunting starts earlier today." Out of the coffee shop, she decided to go to the popular restaurant with the silly name, Meat, Meat, MEAT! Maybe they had some special request on something, maybe a shortage of meat, contrary to what one would think because of the name. She went by the back door and knocked, waiting for anyone to come greet her. "Heeey! It's me, Izumi Junpaku charity services! Is anyone there?" She said, playfully. CCG HQ Leader of CCG Ward 8, Asuya Futsuyo, made his way by the hall towards the cafeteria. He had in his hands his smartphone, with the screen completely darkened, at least, from an outsiders point of view. Someone was walking beside him, but Asuya quickly moved his phone out of the man's line of sight. "What? Did you lose something?" Asuya asks the young man walking beside him, who looks positevely surprised at Asuya being so defensive about that kind of thing. "U-Um, no? I was just wondering, can you even see your phone like that, sir? I mean, it is pitch dark from where I am standing!" The man says, while they both continue walking. Soon, the cafeteria is near their sights. Asuya opens it with one of his hands, with a smirk on his face as he is about to explain things to the new boy that was assigned as his underling. "Hmph, you are so behind in the world of security, my friend. This is a privacy screen protector. Shoulder surfers like you are rendered useless with this baby." Asuya says, feeling quite proud of himself. Before having a chance to reply, though, Asuya snatches away the papers he had been carrying until now. In front of Yuuka and Hisoka's table, Asuya slammed the pile of papers onto it. "Matsuoka, Araujo, glad to see you are already getting to know each other, and since this'll be your first day, I will be assigning an easy mission to the two of you. You are to go after the A rank, Knight. Of course, this mission is easy because of who your partner is. Don't screw up. And Matsuoka? Stop being so damn messy, won't you? Everything you damage is paid directly from MY paycheck." His subordinate could only think that the rumors of him being a true paranoid were true, as Asuya explained things to the pair. He then left, decided to hand other people their missions.</s>
<\|description\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Ghoul Mask: Her mask covers just the upper part of her face, leaving her mouth unobstructed. It is pink in design and rather simple too, with just a pair of white butterflies painted by the side to give it more distinction. Nicknames: Hunter Spider. Age: 18, despite appearances. Gender: Female Rank: S Kagune: Coming out from just below her shoulder blade, Izumi's kagune resembles two extremely long and disgusting spider legs, with some joints through it that make it a lot more flexible than other kagunes. They can pierce through almost anything and can withstand any kind of frontal attack, as well as being usable as hooks of sorts to either grab something or unto something. However, attacking the joints will make them come breaking down. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: A hunter by all means, Izumi likes the thrill and emotion that comes together when hunting her prey to eat. She just can't get enough of it, the emotion of pusuing her food across alleys, the imminent danger of Doves appearing, the danger of other ghouls also appearing. It is just incredibly fun, in fact, she just hunts her food for the fun of it. Of course, she doesn't behave in the same feral, predatory way during the day, neither when talking to others. When talking to other people, the thought of her being a ferocious and dangerous ghoul wouldn't even go near your head. Izumi is as girly as they come, and loves to talk about fashion and is very easy to approach. People during high school called her an idol, because of how sociable she was and how she seemed to excel in most areas. The perfect role model for anyone. However, with someone she doesn't like, she won't hesitate to insult them and even threaten them, all in the same girlish tone she usually talks in. Also, she is an incredible actor, being able to cry without major provocation and maintain an smile even when it seems impossible. Biography: Since she was little, Izumi was taught that in this ruthless world, the best she could do was pretend. Pretend that she was human, pretend that she liked others, pretend that doves weren't a real threat, pretend that her parents loved her, and that she loved them back, pretend that they were the perfect family. Always pretend. Her parents pretended to care, and Izumi pretended not to need any parental love. Instead, she tried to garner enough manservants around her to shower her with attention, the attention she didn't get from her parents. Of course, she was satisfied like that, and her parents were too into each other to even care what their daughter was doing. One day, though, in her way back home, she returned to an abandoned house. Her parents were the kind that liked bathing in the blood of their enemies while doing... other things. To say they attracted attention to them would be a huge understatement. A single note was left for her. 'Have to bail, house is yours.' Izumi lost her source of food and also the guys who paid for the bills, but somehow, she was unusually calm about it. That night was the first she went out in search of food by herself, and it was the first time in her life she ever felt really alive. Since then, she has been hunting everyday, in order to feel even more excited. She has dodged, even killed doves in her endeavors, but it hasn't stopped her. Still, she sometimes gets more than enough for her and is actually generous enough to give some to the restaurant that also serves as a sanctuary for ghouls.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin allowed himself to listen at the door as it wasn't immediately being answered. He heard a phone ring and a mechanical voice that simply sounded angry from what he could hear. He gave a short breath in and composed himself, acting once more as the dignified host and proprietor of a night club. The door opened and what greeted him was a woman; shorter than him, though to be fair at about 6 foot most people were shorter than Ishin, with a very clean cut appearance only marred by what looked to be animal fur. Ishin smiled briefly as she bowed, a cleanly snapped movement that was obviously practiced. Ishin leant against the wall that was behind him, slouched and hands in his pockets "not a pro-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she rattled off her name and rank as a Dove. Ishin straightened and smiled, practice of his own flicking a switch on his brain "A Ghoul Investigator?" He laughed "Cool, dangerous job though" he nodded and began walking towards the entrance "My name is Ishin Kuhaku, owner of this joint" he waved around his hand, gesturing to the walls "I have a few of you guys come through to wind down a lot…so I'll offer you the same thing I offer them" he laughed "my clients enjoy 'horror' themes and taboo…if you ever find or…hmm…acquire some notorious Ghoul Masks" he gestured to the wall covered in masks "I'll pay handsomely for them…might even give out free drinks" he grinned before gesturing to the entrance "I hope you can find your way home, Miss Hikari...and do come again." Ishin turned on his heel after leading the Dove out, he had to check on Chou and The Boy…ensure nothing had happened. Checking that they had indeed come back here, Ishin made his way up the room and opened the door. He strode inside, like he owned the place…which he well did so that wasn't an issue. The Boy was looking scared and frightened and Chou was rummaging through some drawers. He cleared his throat "Chou…tha-that's the cutlery drawer…clothes are in the wardrobe over there" He pointed at the big panels of mirrored glass that covered a section of the wall. He strode over to the Boy and looked him over "Boy…show me your Kagune" he folded his arms "I need to understand what you can do and how best to train you to stay alive."</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai watched Chou search through some drawers, but for what he didn't know. He lifted the bag he had been carrying with him of his shoulder and started searching through it for something to to wear, but before he found something Ishin stood right before him and Akurai jumped backwards. Chills ran down his spine, this guy really needed to stop showing up like this "Would it kill you to make a sound Ishin?" but he really did not expect an answer. So it was clothes she was searching for "G..guys I have a bag filled with clothes... right here" he pointed down right beside his feet. The next request Ishin came with was a bit harder. "I'll try my best" and as Akurai closed his eyes the thick ribbons grew out of his back and wrapped themselves around his arms, torso and neck. "It works like armor, it coils itself around parts of me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria "Quite well, thank you," Luca answered with a brief smile as his eyes fled back to the papers in front of Yuuma. "That's an interesting way to define our relationship," the younger investigator said, glancing up at Yuuma with another quick smile. Once the files were pushed to his side, his hands slowly went to grab them. He flicked his wrist to shake the papers and straighten them out before starting to browse. He would nod from time to time to show that he was listening, and he was. It was indeed true that they only outranked people who didn't come from the academy, but they'd have to show their worth somehow. What better way than that to bring a good few aggressive ghouls to their ends. The clapping of his hands were muffled by the paper and file shutting between them. "I think we'll get several chances to learn more about one another. It looks like we can start getting acquainted tonight, if you want to request the case right away," Luca answered, smiling as he leaned his back against the chair. "It's awfully fresh though. A good, ripe mystery."</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma gave another smirk, knowing exactly what Luca was talking about. Fresh was right -- the Bureau Investigators who had undoubtedly been dispatched to gather data likely hadn't even reached the scene yet. "I'm glad we both want to get into it immediately. I'll make the call." A moment later, he had his cell to his ear, put on hold after making his request. It didn't take long for him to hear the secretary's voice again. "You've been given jurisdiction over the crime scene, and are to head there immediately," she said simply, to the point. "At the moment, there are too many questions surrounding the event, but once we have more information, you two will be among the first considered to be assigned to any ghouls involved." Yuuma gave a quick thumbs up to Luca as he responded to her. "Excellent, thank you." Hanging up, the older boy motioned to Luca to follow him. "We gotta go, before bodies start rotting." As the two quickly made their way out of CCG Headquarters, Yuuma explained he had been told -- that they hadn't actually been assigned anything, but that what they had was a start. --- Targa Household Police surrounded the home, not many of them actually doing anything other than standing around. One of them, an older man, noticed the duo approaching, and stepped towards them. Not interested in wasting time, Yuuma simply showed his badge and the papers that proved him and Luca to now be in charge, and the two were quickly granted access. As they stepped into the house, Yuuma's serious expression remained unchanged from the sight and smell. He simply looked around, studying, mentally picking up anything he could. He did offer a comment, though. "Looks like some fun was had." Despite the positive-sounding comment, his brow furrowed. There were four Bureau Investigators present. Two held cameras, snapping pictures non-stop, gingerly stepping around the gore that surrounded them. The two others gathered samples from every pool of blood, every limb, and every unidentifiable piece of flesh. They paid little mind to the two young Ghoul Investigators. That was fine; they knew what they had to do, and they were doing it. "So there's three dead," Yuuma said, partially to Luca. "One woman, one man, and... that." He pointed to the largest pool of blood, bones with little flesh hanging onto them bathing in it. Mind working, he called one of the cameramen over. "You. How many people lived in this house?" The boy, who barely seemed to be 18, acted all flustered. "Uh, I-I have no idea, s-sir!" "Go find out," Yuuma ordered, taking the camera and motioning the boy out of the house. He continued taking pictures in his place. "Obviously a ghoul involved here," he said, glancing at Luca. "Just need to figure out what happened, why, and who."</s>	<\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi jumped roof by roof, with only one thing in her mind. To hunt. With her pink mask on, she looked feral and more like an animal with each jump. Most of her face wasn't visible through her mask, but she wore a gigantic grin in her mouth while she sniffed like crazy for something, anything that could serve as her prey for the night. But of course, not everything is as easy as that. She suddenly came to a stop and observed a single person strolling about a dark alley, and she actually tried to make her grin bigger, but she was unable to. She was already smiling from ear to ear. Her kagune creeped out of her back, a pair of grotesque looking spider legs. She squatted down, ready to leap at the human right below herself. It seemed he was taking a shortcut towards his home, but if that was the case, then how unlucky for him to have been caught in Izumi's thread. "Itadakimasu!" Her muscles tensed and she almost leapt towards him from the top of the rooftop. Only to have her ears assaulted by a sharp neigh of a horse. It was unnatural, sharp and loud, some of the windows even shook because of it, seemingly about to break. Izumi crawled into a ball while trying to cover her ears. It might not have been so excruciating for anyone inside a building, or to a normal human, but to her, a ghoul and someone who was relatively near the source of the sound, it was really bad on her ears. "W-What? What the hell was that?" She peeked over the roof of the building, just to see her prey gone and a horse racing by. "Knight... you son of a bitch, at least warn people when you do shit like this." The ghoul, Knight, attracted all sorts of attention to him, now that he was so shamelessly racing by the streets while there were quite a few people in the street, as well as having his kagune out, fluttering much like a cape would. After a while, he finally found himself in the center of a crowded street, filled with shops of electronics. He looked around, until he finally found one of the cameras, which was focused on him. He climbed down from his horse and looked directly at the camera, and nodded. The image in every TV of the 8th ward was suddenly changed to an image of Knight standing between the crowds, while many looked at him, confused as to what was happening. "CCG! I know that you are onto me. As a ghoul, it is only obvious that you'll come after me. However, as the Knight I want to represent, I will not allow myself to bested by the likes of you, who use dirty tricks against us." Knight then turned his kagune into the spear he uses most of the time, and turns around to stab one of the onlookers. Many were taking photos, thinking it was some kind of elaborate prank, but as soon as they saw Knight's kagune piercing the victim's stomach, many ran. Knight threw the body elsewhere after that. "Cannibal Corpse.... I hope you are watching this. Come fight me here, alone with your partner, and I will also fight as cleanly as I am allowed. If you don't..." With bestial speed, he rushed to one of the other onlookers who were trying to escape and also pierced his chest. "This happens." He threw the body away again, and he started searching for anyone else that might have not escaped in time from his rampage. Asuya Already in his way to the night club Hikari was in, Asuya was attentavily watching his phone while driving, searching through the cameras to see if any of them caught something interesting. Much ot his dismay, they did. A transmission from Knight, the ghoul he just had put Matsuoka unto. It was bad, because, if they already knew of the orders he issued, then there was either someone on their side giving away information, or Checkmate was so much of a hacker that they were actually able to break through the CCG's security. Both were equally worrying. He listened attentively to what Knight had to say, before concluding that he should really leave it in Matsuoka's hands. Besides, Asuya had his own problems to worry about. After a while, he finally arrived to the Dark Nights and started honking for Hikari to hurry it up. "Hey! Hikari, hurry it up! We ain't got all day!" He shouted. He suddenly felt lots of deathly glares directed at him too. One way or the other, he knew why those stares were directed at him. The most probable case was that he was seen as the 8th ward most paranoid and irritating head ever, and that they were all ghouls. The other one was that they were envious of his incredible good looks. He wanted to entertain the latter, since it'd be way too troublesome to eb caught in the middle of a ghoul storm.</s>
<\|description\|>Ishin Kuhaku Appearance: Ghoul Mask: Ishin's mask is a stylized metal helmet which looks to be a single piece of stained glass dyed multiple colours. It has no features present on the face plate and gives Ishin an eerily inhuman appearance. Nicknames: "Savage" Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Ishin's Kagunes are patterned numerous colours that resemble stained glass. His Koukaku is a set of two viciously long blades that wrap along his arm ending just underneath his palm, giving his arm the appearance of a tattooed spiral of stained glass. The Koukaku is able to flex and spread, giving him a form of amour across his arms. Ishin is also able to extend the end of his Koukaku past his hand into wickedly sharp blades, often giving them jagged edges in order to rip and tear rather than slice. Ishin's Ukaku are a set of two large wings that are amorphous in the liquid state but when crystalized take the shape of something akin to a dragon. The liquid nature of the Kagune and his colouring gives it once more the appearance of stained glass. Ishin is able to use the solidified wings to great proficiency, sending blades of crystal at his target as he rushes in violently to attack. With some fresh food in him, Ishin's wings can give him limited flight. RC Type: Koukaku and Ukaku Personality: Ishin is a calm and collected man, full of sarcasm and wit and born with a silver tongue. He always has a calm word for friends and a smart ass one liner for enemies. This attitude seems apt as the man that runs one of the Sanctuaries for Ghouls in District 8, under the guise of a night club called "Dark Nights". This personality is flipped whilst hunting or fighting, under his mask he becomes diabolically savage and attempts to elicit as much pain as possible from his prey and any doves that are fool enough to walk past him. Biography: Ishin was born in to the Ghoul world, thinking that what he was to be the norm and that humans were merely lower on the food chain to Ghouls. That's how his parents decided to raise the children under their care. As Ishin grew, he came to realize that Ghouls were a new development and not the norm. Humans outnumbered his kind. Accepting this, he developed himself to pass as a human…not wishing to go the same way his parents had and become infamous binge eaters. His teenage years were fraught with the usual things shown in tv dramas, sitcoms and movies. First loves, first heart breaks, failing tests and passing classes. All this was added to the struggle of controlling his hunger and the urge to eat as he slept his way through highschool angst. Out of highschool and in to college, Ishin used the inheritance he had from his parents that had passed a few years into highschool to set up his own business. A business he could use to help ghouls to hide from the doves and to give protection to the ghouls of Ward 8. He named this business Dark Nights and it became known for its 'shock horror' atmosphere for a nightclub. He used this to continue providing funds for his education.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria Luca pushed one of the doors of the cafeteria open with the tip of his foot and squeezed into the room before it quickly moved to shut. The briefcase in hand got stuck between the doors. Once he'd felt the tug when he tried to walk a way, he pulled it to himself and let the door rest on the other. Looking around, the flustered young investigator tried to find his newly assigned partner. He'd received information about having gotten assigned to be partnered with another dove around the same age and rank. He'd looked through his file before. He seemed like a decent dove and Luca couldn't really complain. It would be nice to have a partner that was around his age. He could have a good, proper friend for once. He looked over at one of the tables, seeing a young man looking at some papers in those beige covers. From behind, he couldn't really discern whether or not it was him but he decided to take a risk and approach him. "Good evening," he said, blindly sitting across him. Finally catching a glimpse of his face, he let out a weak sigh of relief. Oh, thank god it's him... "My name's Luca Langley. Nice to meet you Mr... Yuuma, was it?"</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka shrugged. "I'd be down with silly. It's prooobably not setting a good example for my junior saying this, but when you've been at this job for over fifteen years you kinda need something new to break up the monotony every once and a while. Even killing Ghouls can get boring if they're too weak to be a challenge, so sometimes I like to mess around a little on the job just to keep things interesting. Seeing how long I can go unnoticed by them, putting on disguises and infiltrating their ranks, fighting with one arm or leg tied behind my back, seeing how many Ghouls I can kill with improv weapons..." Yuuka paused momentarily to consider the ramifications of what she'd just said. "It's definitely not something a junior should do though! You could get hurt if you don't know what you're doing!" Having dispensed her motherly advice, Yuuka cleaned up her mess like any responsible adult should, and then turned to Hisoka and said, "Tell you what, we'll discuss it on the car ride down. Tell me what you're thinking and I'll see if it'll make for a good first hunt. This is your first real hunt, right Hisoka-kun?"</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma looked up, the little concentration he had had broken, and gave an easy smile when he saw the speaker's face. "That's right," he replied. "Rank 2 Investigator Saito Yuuma." He closed the folder in front of him, and stood up, reaching across the table with his right hand outstretched. "Are you doing well, Langley-kun?" Sitting back in his seat, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, deciding what he wanted to cover and in what order. "Before anything else, I have a request," he said, his easy smile still there. "I'd prefer if we keep formalities between the two of us to an absolute minimum. Not only are we essentially married now, but we're both the same rank, and similar in age. So just call me Yuuma." Yuuma gave a small, content huff, glad to have that out of the way. It would even help with efficiency. No matter how little, that fact pleased the boy. "I was going through these," he continued after a moment, pushing the folder towards Luca. "Have a look. They're files on some ghouls I find at least mildly interesting. I figure we can request to be assigned to one, instead of waiting around and twiddling our thumbs." Yuuma scratched his nose and leaned back into his seat, before deciding to share more of his thoughts with his new partner. "Considering we only have three years of field experience between the two of us, I can't help but feel like we'll be seen as weak and unreliable. And as much as I'd like to prove that notion wrong as soon as possible, I think it'd be good for our first few assignments to be C and B-ranked ghouls who have a penchant for violence. I'm sure you know, but I haven't done anything in a year, and I need to get back into the swing of things." His eyes darted towards his briefcase. "And my new quinque is a koukaku-type. The last one I had was an ukaku, and to say they handle differently is an understatement." Yuuma got out of his seat and stretched lazily. "Point is, while I'm plenty confident in my abilities, I wouldn't mind a little warm-up. We can familiarize ourselves with each other in a low-pressure environment. Then, we'll really start to work on making a name for ourselves, yeah?" he finished with a friendly smirk. The boy paused yet again, realizing he had been talking a lot, and hadn't given Luca much opportunity to speak up. "Is there anything you'd like to ask, or want me to know?" he invited, a curious look on his face.</s>	<\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin allowed himself to listen at the door as it wasn't immediately being answered. He heard a phone ring and a mechanical voice that simply sounded angry from what he could hear. He gave a short breath in and composed himself, acting once more as the dignified host and proprietor of a night club. The door opened and what greeted him was a woman; shorter than him, though to be fair at about 6 foot most people were shorter than Ishin, with a very clean cut appearance only marred by what looked to be animal fur. Ishin smiled briefly as she bowed, a cleanly snapped movement that was obviously practiced. Ishin leant against the wall that was behind him, slouched and hands in his pockets "not a pro-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she rattled off her name and rank as a Dove. Ishin straightened and smiled, practice of his own flicking a switch on his brain "A Ghoul Investigator?" He laughed "Cool, dangerous job though" he nodded and began walking towards the entrance "My name is Ishin Kuhaku, owner of this joint" he waved around his hand, gesturing to the walls "I have a few of you guys come through to wind down a lot…so I'll offer you the same thing I offer them" he laughed "my clients enjoy 'horror' themes and taboo…if you ever find or…hmm…acquire some notorious Ghoul Masks" he gestured to the wall covered in masks "I'll pay handsomely for them…might even give out free drinks" he grinned before gesturing to the entrance "I hope you can find your way home, Miss Hikari...and do come again." Ishin turned on his heel after leading the Dove out, he had to check on Chou and The Boy…ensure nothing had happened. Checking that they had indeed come back here, Ishin made his way up the room and opened the door. He strode inside, like he owned the place…which he well did so that wasn't an issue. The Boy was looking scared and frightened and Chou was rummaging through some drawers. He cleared his throat "Chou…tha-that's the cutlery drawer…clothes are in the wardrobe over there" He pointed at the big panels of mirrored glass that covered a section of the wall. He strode over to the Boy and looked him over "Boy…show me your Kagune" he folded his arms "I need to understand what you can do and how best to train you to stay alive."</s>
<\|description\|>Ishin Kuhaku Appearance: Ghoul Mask: Ishin's mask is a stylized metal helmet which looks to be a single piece of stained glass dyed multiple colours. It has no features present on the face plate and gives Ishin an eerily inhuman appearance. Nicknames: "Savage" Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Ishin's Kagunes are patterned numerous colours that resemble stained glass. His Koukaku is a set of two viciously long blades that wrap along his arm ending just underneath his palm, giving his arm the appearance of a tattooed spiral of stained glass. The Koukaku is able to flex and spread, giving him a form of amour across his arms. Ishin is also able to extend the end of his Koukaku past his hand into wickedly sharp blades, often giving them jagged edges in order to rip and tear rather than slice. Ishin's Ukaku are a set of two large wings that are amorphous in the liquid state but when crystalized take the shape of something akin to a dragon. The liquid nature of the Kagune and his colouring gives it once more the appearance of stained glass. Ishin is able to use the solidified wings to great proficiency, sending blades of crystal at his target as he rushes in violently to attack. With some fresh food in him, Ishin's wings can give him limited flight. RC Type: Koukaku and Ukaku Personality: Ishin is a calm and collected man, full of sarcasm and wit and born with a silver tongue. He always has a calm word for friends and a smart ass one liner for enemies. This attitude seems apt as the man that runs one of the Sanctuaries for Ghouls in District 8, under the guise of a night club called "Dark Nights". This personality is flipped whilst hunting or fighting, under his mask he becomes diabolically savage and attempts to elicit as much pain as possible from his prey and any doves that are fool enough to walk past him. Biography: Ishin was born in to the Ghoul world, thinking that what he was to be the norm and that humans were merely lower on the food chain to Ghouls. That's how his parents decided to raise the children under their care. As Ishin grew, he came to realize that Ghouls were a new development and not the norm. Humans outnumbered his kind. Accepting this, he developed himself to pass as a human…not wishing to go the same way his parents had and become infamous binge eaters. His teenage years were fraught with the usual things shown in tv dramas, sitcoms and movies. First loves, first heart breaks, failing tests and passing classes. All this was added to the struggle of controlling his hunger and the urge to eat as he slept his way through highschool angst. Out of highschool and in to college, Ishin used the inheritance he had from his parents that had passed a few years into highschool to set up his own business. A business he could use to help ghouls to hide from the doves and to give protection to the ghouls of Ward 8. He named this business Dark Nights and it became known for its 'shock horror' atmosphere for a nightclub. He used this to continue providing funds for his education.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa The last feast in the Targa home (1 month ago) As usual when a month had passed the Targa family threw a feast for their son Akurai. They always waited a month give or take a day to throw the feast as the knew that was the longest their kid could last without eating. He could get headaches and a slight temper, but he always managed to stick to the feeding plan, it was the safest way to do things. The neighborhood was under the assumption that Akurai had been taken in by the couple after a close family friend from the females side had passed and as she herself could not have kids had chosen to take the boy she had left behind. It was both as a sign of respect to his mother and to fuel her own maternal instinct. As the boys teeth sank into the arm of some unlucky car-crash victim his mother smiled. "It's good to see your hungry" the years had made her numb to the sight of her kid eating people. "You know I still praise the day your real parents left you on our doorstep?" the boy gave of a sigh and a nod "Yes mom I know, you bring this up every time we eat" "Don't sass your mom kiddo" his dad shot in as he gave his son a stern look "Fine dad" and then the boy went back to consuming various parts of various unlucky people. The meal usually lasted about 1 hour and 30 minutes as Akurai took his sweet time picking away every scarp of flesh he could find, but it also took a while as he had his dad tell where each part came from. As a coroner Akurai's dad had seen some truly horrible cases, but he could remember every single one, or at least the ones he had stolen parts of to feed his ghoul son. The meal ended and the boy thanked his mom and dad for the food "I...know its a hassle for you to get this for me dad" "Dont worry... its better then to have you hunt down people"</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired ghoul rummaged through drawer, grabbing a container with white characters written at the side. Her eyes squinted and furrowed, as though that would help decipher the words, neatly trimmed nails about to pry it open when her attention was attracted by the presence of Ishin. Glancing up, she found herself to be right, the red-haired man appearing through the door just as she popped the box open. And, glancing inside at the spoons, she heard Ishin's interruption, to which she replied with a thoughtful, "Oh." Given her father had been feeding her bits of her sister, perhaps he was not a good frame of reference, she decided, looking back at the cardboard box of spoons, shutting it. She turned once more at the sound of Akurai speaking, his additional comment sending a light blush of embarrassment to hint at her ears. Again, all she could muster as she shut the drawer was a simple, "Oh." Looking down, Chou made her way towards Ishin, stepping behind him as the two people conversed, partially because it was the spot she found most suitable, and partially because he smelled so strongly of fresh meat. She was not a greedy person, no, in fact she was rather content with the meal she had earlier that day, small as it was. Despite this, she still enjoyed the scent of humans, much in the same way humans enjoyed their scented candles- Her eyes flickered upwards, darkening as she heard the muffled sound of neighing. Yes, Chou's senses had been honed and sharpened, but even her ears were not so sharp as to hear a horse from behind the walls of the club as well as it's heavy and "sick beats". No, it was the horse itself that was loud, and even sheltered Chou knew to whom it belonged to. "Knight's out hunting," she absently commented, brows furrowed, pale hand reaching out to lightly tug on the cuff of Ishin's sleeve. "And I think he wants the whole world to know." Nonozumi Miko Dark curls glittered against the moonlight, a Noh mask splattered lightly with blood illuminated between them. Nono had just finished a hunt, though dispersed upon a nasty arrival. Laughing, he jumped down from a rooftop into an alley, where he scrubbed at the side of his mask where he presumed blood to be. "Tbh, total buzzkill," he said to no one in particular, having barely taken two bites out of his meal before being interrupted. Couldn't a guy enjoy a simple meal without having to abscond at the sound of a human stampede? Then again, he wasn't entirely not to blame- he was hunting relatively close to a cluster of people. But that was just the way he did things! Nono felt he was much more easily unnoticed when in a group of people rather than-- He froze. Turning slowly, he found that he'd fallen from an alley straight down to in front of a wounded ghoul, an arm over his stomach. Alarmed, Nono stepped back, raising his hand as he monotonously laughed out a, "Woah bro you scared me- wait. Meatx3 man, is it you?" Lifting his slightly bloody mask over his curls, Nono revealed his face, as he added, "If it's you man, are you still open for business? My place is all the way across town and-" A faint neigh echoed the streets- "-I'm not really about to be all up in that guy's business, ya feel? Lmao."</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura remained on the top, his eyes closed as he focused on the smell of several humans all bunched together and ready just for him. The smell of their flesh was salivating and nourishing, the smell if life. He wanted it, no he needed it. Or so he thought. His thoughts were interrupted by an unwary ghoul who was entering where he planned to hunt. Usually, he would attack without a second thought but it was the scent that made him stall. The taste of customers left an especially bad taste in his mouth. The Ghoul finally noticed, the Ghoul taking a shock back out of surprise. Bakura glared down at him above, his eyes cold and hiding any intentions he had. He sighed, jumping down and landing a small distance away from the man "I am, but I'd hate to break it to you but I doubt it. I was last person in the shop before I left" Just then, he was cut off by the neigh of a horse. He used his enhance hearing to listen on a nearby tv, listening to an announcement as a grin formed across his face. At the end of the alleyway, was four shocked humans startled by the loud neigh. Bakura partially activated his Kagune, four harpoon like appendages sprouting from his back and extending towards the humans. Each one wrapped around their necks and yanked them in, the sheer force snapping some of their necks. He pulled them closer, the one lively bodies now void of any life. Now only corpses for his pleasure. He dropped the two dead ones as the other two attempted to breath, only to further suffocate themselves as they used up their energies. Bakuras cold eyes transformed that of into a demonic beast, devouring the two dead bodies. He extended his left arm outwards as he ate them, clenching his fists as he ate with a grin. He used his two remaining appendages to stab the other two survivors in the hearts and pulling their bodies towards him. He dropped their limp bodies behind him as he quickly moved onto them, quickly devouring their bodies as his body surged with strength. He stood up, wiping some of the blood off the teeth part of his mask. He turned to the Ghoul, wary of him the entire time. His presence was different compared to before. He no longer had his injuries, he no longer had any restrictions. "I have a place nearby, if you wanna stay. But there's something I wanna check out if ya wanna come" As he finished, he looked at the ghoul with his cold gaze "And if you're thinking that I may kill you in your sleep" Another two appendages sprouted from his back, only leaving wonder to how many he had "I would of killed you already" With a single leap, he was already at the top of the buildings. He made his way to the source of the neigh.</s>	<\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin raised an eyebrow as Chou sidled over behind him. It was the place he most often found her if he wasn't too conscious of his surroundings. He unconsciously ruffled her hair as she settled in to position as The Boy showed his kagune. Ishin smiled "a full Koukaku" and nodded before his own Koukaku rippled over his arms "you are a defensive type then? I find Kagunes reflect a ghoul..." he said softly as his Kagune rippled back into the skin. Chou tugged at his sleeve, bringing his attention to the sound of Knight outside. Ishin sighed...he had to deal with the boy first. "I can help you learn to defend yourself against Doves and other Ghouls that'd seek to harm you" Ishin had this speech memorized, it was given to each ghoul under his care "in return...I expect obedience and adherence to my rules and to the grand mask we wear to hide from those that wish to purge us from the world...you have sanctuary here for a short time if you wish to refuse." With that Ishin left, allowing the boy to mull over his decision "Totsu-Chan..." Ishin said, calling Chou by her pet name "stay with the boy for now....I need to go clean things up it seems" Ishin gave a short sharp growl as he turned on a heel and retired to his own apartment. A parcel left at his door was his final push to go out and clean his streets. The final part of his new helmet. He grinned gently as he pulled on his combat gear; a dark leather coat, black jeans, black combat boots and his trademark crimson bandage left hanging out like a scarf. Slipping the blackened metal helmet under his arm he tested the faceplate. His own liquid RC cells ignited causing stained glass pattern colours to bubble and coalesce over the plate. Savage was reborn. Ishin left his building through a window and launched into the air, climbing up the side of the building with ease. The sound of screaming drew him to the scene Knight was making. Crouched low on a building rooftop, Ishin watched and waited.</s>
<\|description\|>Ishin Kuhaku Appearance: Ghoul Mask: Ishin's mask is a stylized metal helmet which looks to be a single piece of stained glass dyed multiple colours. It has no features present on the face plate and gives Ishin an eerily inhuman appearance. Nicknames: "Savage" Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Ishin's Kagunes are patterned numerous colours that resemble stained glass. His Koukaku is a set of two viciously long blades that wrap along his arm ending just underneath his palm, giving his arm the appearance of a tattooed spiral of stained glass. The Koukaku is able to flex and spread, giving him a form of amour across his arms. Ishin is also able to extend the end of his Koukaku past his hand into wickedly sharp blades, often giving them jagged edges in order to rip and tear rather than slice. Ishin's Ukaku are a set of two large wings that are amorphous in the liquid state but when crystalized take the shape of something akin to a dragon. The liquid nature of the Kagune and his colouring gives it once more the appearance of stained glass. Ishin is able to use the solidified wings to great proficiency, sending blades of crystal at his target as he rushes in violently to attack. With some fresh food in him, Ishin's wings can give him limited flight. RC Type: Koukaku and Ukaku Personality: Ishin is a calm and collected man, full of sarcasm and wit and born with a silver tongue. He always has a calm word for friends and a smart ass one liner for enemies. This attitude seems apt as the man that runs one of the Sanctuaries for Ghouls in District 8, under the guise of a night club called "Dark Nights". This personality is flipped whilst hunting or fighting, under his mask he becomes diabolically savage and attempts to elicit as much pain as possible from his prey and any doves that are fool enough to walk past him. Biography: Ishin was born in to the Ghoul world, thinking that what he was to be the norm and that humans were merely lower on the food chain to Ghouls. That's how his parents decided to raise the children under their care. As Ishin grew, he came to realize that Ghouls were a new development and not the norm. Humans outnumbered his kind. Accepting this, he developed himself to pass as a human…not wishing to go the same way his parents had and become infamous binge eaters. His teenage years were fraught with the usual things shown in tv dramas, sitcoms and movies. First loves, first heart breaks, failing tests and passing classes. All this was added to the struggle of controlling his hunger and the urge to eat as he slept his way through highschool angst. Out of highschool and in to college, Ishin used the inheritance he had from his parents that had passed a few years into highschool to set up his own business. A business he could use to help ghouls to hide from the doves and to give protection to the ghouls of Ward 8. He named this business Dark Nights and it became known for its 'shock horror' atmosphere for a nightclub. He used this to continue providing funds for his education.</s> <\|message\|>Keiji Junichiro. Kusime Institute Keiji would walk through the streets of Tokyo in order to reach the all known school: Kusime Institute. It was not that he enjoyed spending his time in one classroom for the rest of the day. The reason why he did not mind to go there was because it somehow let him feel a bit more human than he actually was. I mean... a ghoul is not really the most welcome person in the world as he would go on random killing sprees from time to time to silence his hunger in order not to attack in a public place which would result in him... dead. There was however a bit of humour in it since it would actually be his punishment for killing all those other people in this city just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he could change himself, the first thing would be to revert his eating habits into those of a human so he would stand out less than he already was. Or so he thought so. Having to puke everything out after taking only one bite out of a sandwich was not exactly the most favorable experience that anyone could ask for. Before he knew it, he already arrived at the school he went to. His first year in college. It was for most people an exciting time and maybe also a scary one as one could not expect how it would be there. But that was what it was all about, is it not? How could one live without any spark of adrenaline running through their veins and just witter their days at home on the couch. Well, that was not too bad now that he thought about it. But one could go mad for being locked up too long of a time. His thumbs would slip into the pockets of his pants as he would walk through the gates of the domain. His eyes would roam over the several windows to see if any classes had already started and of course there were. Well, it was not that abnormal that there were actually people in there. It would be weird if there was no one, as if it was some ghost building or something like that. A yawn would escape from his lips, almost unable to close his mouth again. The thought of the need of sleeping more popped up inside of his head as he had only three hours of sleep today. Not the best thing that he could do as he knew he had class the moment he would wake up.</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo CCG 8th District HQ "I know what I'm doing." He puffed out his cheeks in a petulant manner, making his way to the buildings exit. "I guess it's my first time actively hunting a ghoul, yeah. But that does not mean I don't know how to fight them!" He quickly pointed out with a raised finger, looking back to Matsuoka, his smile showing a little bit of teeth. "Valedictorian. I was really bad at a few subjects, but my average was higher than everyone else's thanks to Combat Education and Ghoul Biology." Hisoka puffed his chest out proudly, looking back infront of him with shut eyes and a wide smile. Of course, that would only go on to reveal another one of his odd traits. Although it was unknown over what, Hisoka tripped forward and landed face first with a rather painful sounded 'thud', lower back raised in the air. How embarrassing. Slowly lifting himself upwards, Hisoka brushed off his front with a clear of his throat, trying to return to his near-professional demeanor as if nothing happened. "Should I drive?" He asked, trying quickly to divert any attention from his fall to a different matter, hiding the burst of red on his cheeks. Yuuka couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Sure thing. Just uh, be a little more careful behind the wheel, okay?" The Special Investigator and her new partner exited the cafeteria. Yuuka shoved a hand into the pocket of her CCG blazer, expecting to find her car keys, but she came out with only a fist full of empty air. In the end, she wound up patting herself down to find her keys. "Where did I..." she said, pausing as she came to a slow realization. Awkwardly (perhaps more for Hisoka than his partner), Yuuka reached into her cleavage with a black hand and retrieved a set of keys which she started swinging around on her index finger. "I always lose these things in the weirdest places..." she muttered. Alarms blared. Yuuka snapped to attention, but quickly realized she was already at the centre of it. With one foot on the other side of an active RC cell detector, her Quinque prosthetics had tripped the alarm. Guards flooded into the room, packing guns armed with Q bullets. They took aim at Yuuka. She sighed. "Relax, boys. It's just me again." She held up her badge and her license, and immediately everyone lowered their weapons, mumbling and groaning about the trouble Yuuka had caused them. Yet more fuel for quiet gossip. "Sorry about that, Hisoka-kun. These Rc cell detectors aren't calibrated to tell my prosthetics apart from real Ghouls. They keep telling me they're gonna fix it, but they never do. I'm supposed to exit through a special door so this doesn't happen, but I guess I got a little careless, what with how excited I was." She dropped the sweaty keys in her subordinate's open hands. "My car's over here. You'll probably recognize it once you see it. It's the one that's all beat up and stuff." The car in question was more than beat up. It was dented, scratched, dinged, keyed, and even missing a mirror in an astonishing display of ignorance towards road safety. Either someone had gone to town on this car, or Yuuka should've been barred from driving ever again. "You still wanna drive, right?" Hisoka said nothing, taking the keys and approaching the beat up car. It's not that he refused to say anything, but more that he could not find the words. Ignoring the feeling of the keys, he unlocked the car doors, slipping into the drivers side. Just like moments before, he tried to redirect the conversation to something less awkward for him. Never mind the fact his face was beet red. "When I was going through the academy, I was always thinking about ways to hurt ghouls without a quinque or Q-bullets. Knight reminded me of something I thought up. Ghoul skin is tough, really tough, but it's not hard. If you poked it, it'd be all squishy and stuff, but if you stabbed it the knife would probably just bounce off." With them both strapped in, he started the car, testing the engine a little to get it started, "In a purely scientific sense, things cannot be hard and tough. It's a scale, I guess. The reason why maces were so effective against full plated knights was because they bent the armor, rather than trying to stab through it. Ghoul skin is a little bit tougher than that." He paused, pulling out of the CCG carpark, eyes on the road. "When things freeze, they become hard, but not necessarily tough. Take a rubber ball for example; if you hit it with a hammer, then it'd just bounce off. But if you froze that ball, then hit it with a hammer, it'd smash. This should apply to the body of a ghoul." He finished, the embarrassment of the earlier exchange having faded away behind his vocalised thoughts. "...So I was thinking, if I threw liquidized difluoroethane at a ghoul, it would freeze the surface it hit and make it easier to break, exposing whatever is under the tough layer of skin and some of the flesh." Hisoka's phone went off in his pocket, drawing his eye from the road momentarily. He quickly reached for it, placing it down on the car dash as he drove towards downtown. "Could you check that, Matsuoka-san?" Of course, it was a news flash. Knight's most recent actions and his challenge to Yuuka. Note: Collab between Turbo and Art</s> <\|message\|>sora mamoru close to the dark nights club a small skateboard shop was open. a young man around 19 years old named sora mamoru was sitting behind the counter reading thrasher skateboard magazine with his feet that are covered in a pair of white with black skateboard DC shoes. he looks calmly with his eyes jewel quartz grey eyes towards the clock that stands on his computer "ugh this late already" he said to himself before he removes his feet from the counter and calmly puts the on the ground with a small sigh "time to go home" he said while he stands up and unzips a grey hoody with the store loge on his chest and the name on huge on his back. by putting the hoody off he reveals a black slim fit tank top that shows a bit of his athletic muscle body although it keeps a little mystery behind it although it also reveals a black tribal tattoo on the outside of his right upper arm. he calmly hangs his hoody around the chair behind the desk and walks away from the desk towards the back while he pulls his black jeans up and tightens the white cotton belt with metal bucket so his pants doesn't drop anymore. after a minute sora rolls out of the back riding a skateboard through the store and stops infront of the door. he presses the light switches on the wall to putt of the lights while he kicks the tail of his skateboard making the board's nose shoot up so he can catch it in his right hand. he walks calmly outside while he carries his skateboard and closes the door before locking them followed by jumping up and grabbing a cage the rolls down in front of the door. he drops his skateboard on the ground and places his left foot on it before he kicks off with his right foot making speed so he can ride calmly towards the Meat, Meat, MEAT!! restaurant</s>	<\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin growled violently at the brash attitude Knight had taken all of the sudden. He was admittedly one of the more…flashy…of the 8th Ward, and despite Ishin's requests…he would incessantly call attention to the Ghoul World. Ishin both hated and respected the man under the mask. He was strong enough to be so vehemently violent against their prey and their hunters, but this strength also gave him a certain air of arrogance. The red haired ghoul growled before he looked down at the CCG closing in to Knight's proximity. As much as he didn't want to help, he had a duty as a sanctuary owner to the ghouls of the ward. His kagune rippled forth, ripping his skin and coating his arms in thick bands of multi-coloured RC cells. His wings hardened and crystalized, extending to their full span. The effect was the inhuman idea. A silent harbinger. A violent angel of death. He leapt down beside Knight and growled. "You're an idiot…but you will get your fight so long as you promise to be quiet for a few weeks after this" Ishin demanded before staking towards the CCG group that had arrived in front of him. Many were simply armed with Q-bullets, none of them attaché case wielding Doves. Except one. One that Ishin knew from the incoming Dove files. Ishin was so glad he had that simple connection to the CCG to allow him to know the Doves by name and face. He stood at his full, overbearing 6'2 feet and pointed at the group of CCG. His wings suddenly shifted, flicking a hail storm of crystal daggers at the CCG. Blood spewed from the few dumb enough to not protect their neck and Ishin blurred into the middle of them. Koukaku sharpened into deadly, sinister blades, he became a whirlwind of violence. The sounds of tendons ripping, muscles tearing, and bones snapping and breaking mingled with the gurgling cries of those unlucky enough to be dying from the initial onslaught of Ishin's wings. Ishin drew himself to full height, eyes staring directly at the one eye of Morizumi "Ahh…the one The Clown told me about" he said, his voice echoing through his mask and sounding all too inhuman "Show me….SHOW ME THE QUINQUE YOU MADE FROM OGRE!" Ishin shouted loudly and fell into a crouch, his blades glistening with ruby red blood.</s>
<\|description\|>Nonozumi Miko "I'm surprised I've lived this long, lmao." Ghoul Mask: Nono wears a simple Noh mask. Nicknames: Nono, "Noh Mask" Age: Twenty Gender: Male Rank: A Kagune: Shaped like a scorpion's tail, its design is almost as bland and forgettable as Nonozumi without his mask. The only difference to an actual scorpion's tail is it's ability to stretch out several meters and retract back to a smaller size, as well as the fact that it has three "stingers" one located a knock under the one at the standard scorpion spot, an another one between those, but on the other side. Uniquely, Nono releases a stinging poison with his stingers, creating a dull sensation for a short period of time. Sort of that feeling you get when you go to the dentists, with the same half to full hour of effect as well as the numb sensation. You can still swing the affected area around, but you just can't feel whatever you're doing. RC Type: Bikaku Personality: Nono is quiet and joking all at once, the very sort of average person that would go unnoticed. He practiced this quite a bit, which makes killing out in the open that much more easy- something that Nono doesn't do, but has toyed with the idea of. He's the type of guy that would seem quite dull to talk to in real life but says stupid stuff (like "omg" or "lmao"- he says that in real life that's how stupid he is), and would be the type to eagerly make cute emoticons at the end of his text messages. o w o )b He doesn't text humans in school though, just ghouls and people from the internet. Biography: He goes to the university and studies literature, just for the sake of studying. He doesn't make a large group of friends and is easily forgettable, thus making his other life that much easier. He made the mistake of trying to hunt CCG Doves without knowing what they actually were and received a killer scar on his back, as well as a rep as the "Noh Mask". "Hey daddy, why don't we play some games?" Ghoul Mask: Her mask is actually a complete opposite of what is pictured above, covering the top half of her face rather than the lower half. Pictured as so, it features a plain white mask cut with a shape around her mouth, decorated with a crudely drawn eye. Name: Totsuka Chou Nicknames: N/A Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Rank: N/A Kagune: Chou's Kagune spreads out and is patterned beautifully, almost so that it reminds many of butterflies. She, and hardcore butterfly fanatics, know full well however that its pattern is a moth's, and while she has a bit of a complex about it, she doesn't complain about how it protects her. Able to shield her by covering over her body or attack by releasing shards that come out in groups (usually of six to ten, but when Chou's just letting loose, it kinda doesn't matter). As versatile as it sounds though, it comes with a few openings in between attacks, not to mention in addition to her own childish inexperience. Despite being wings, she cannot fly with them, though manages to convince otherwise with her graceful leaps able speed. RC Type: Ukaku Personality: Chou behind the mask is very docile and flirtatious, quick to show a sliver of her pale skin or "accidentally" bump herself against unsuspecting victims. As she kills, however, there's a noticeable switch, the most important being her absolute silence and focus. She hunts her meals in the lower red district of the city, using charms she learned from watching other women to seduce men into her hideout. A meticulous eater, she makes sure to clean to the bone, meaning she doesn't feed often as she often has a meal waiting at home. One could say that Chou lives for the sake of living, eat for the sake of eating, sleep for the sake of sleeping. She tries not to leave her hideout during the day often, having lived this long without learning much about humans and unsure about how well she would fit in. Biography: The basics of Chou's upbringing is that she was born with two other sisters in a trio, each of them receiving the same traits from dainty features to large wings. They survived as their father- who wasn't necessarily their father, simply a man who found them in a box- hunted food, giving to them the bare minimum. It was from these small scraps that Chou learned how to savour things to the bone, enjoying her small piece as her sisters planned larger, fighting their father to receive more. Stuff happened, and one of the triplets disappeared, the father not saying a thing about it and continuing to feed them their scraps. On the second month, Chou's sister was convinced what they were eating was not human, and was in fact their sister. Their stomachs were a mess that night, but Chou didn't vomit, savouring whatever kept her alive, even if it was her sister. Two nights after the revelation, her sister woke her up to run away. The two barely made it a few blocks down before meeting with another ghoul. They defeated him, but at a cost, Chou's sister having lost her entire left side. Though Chou wanted to help her live, her sister confessed she had always hated pain and asked of Chou the same funeral they had given their other sister. And so, that was how Chou ate the other triplets. She made sure to do with her sister as her other meals and savour her, at the end finally reaching the cleanest she could make of her bones, and crying about how awful it was. She moved out of the nook in the alley she had made her home in, making her way from nook to nook to nook, moving always to prevent herself from vomiting her sisters out. She lasted a month before hunger overwhelmed her, and she ate a girl walking in the late streets. It was from this that Chou started her pattern of slow eating and hiding, her late night frequenting introducing her to the power of prostitution, and considering she preferred the taste of men moreso than women anyways, she used that as her means of ware. Spending most of her time indoors, Chou started a habit of carving her bone collection into kitchen utensils, selling them to drunkards in the night to get them off her hands. While she still has a large collection, she eats meagerly enough for the CCG to take notice.</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma Targa Household "Of course. We'll be notified if anyone shows up." Yuuma paused, noticing Luca eyeing something. "Hm? What's wrong--" He heard the ghoul before he saw her, the tell-tale sign of crystal spikes cutting through the air alerting him. Taking a simple, sharp step to the side, he swung his briefcase in an arc above his head, catching most of the spikes with it, and narrowly dodging the rest. He stared hard at the figure that landed before them, mentally noting any information he could get. The ghoul looked like a younger female, so most likely not Akurai. Yuuma didn't recognize her mask or kagune, which meant she was either unregistered or from another district. Her kagune was shaped like butterfly wings... no. Moth wings. And most importantly, it was an ukaku. He frowned. The fact that he had never seen her before meant she likely wasn't a troublemaker. Yuuma wasn't fond of killing those who didn't truly deserve it. But she had engaged him and Luca. That was enough reason to fight. If she made any move against anyone else present... That would be enough reason to kill. The cops surrounding the house started reacting, finally noticing her. Some drew their useless weapons, some took cover, and others tried to get the neighbors on scene away. "Jumping in here was idiotic, girl. You're outnumbered, and I've always had an easy time with ukaku ghouls. Especially now that I have this..." He held up his quinque, clicking it open, causing it to unfurl and reveal it's form. He let the hammer side drop to the ground with a heavy thump, the pavement below it cracking and giving way. "If you stay, you will die." And that was when Akurai showed up. Yuuma's eyes widened for just a moment, but his face quickly hardened again. The boy started speaking, desperately trying to garner sympathy. Throughout the little speech, Yuuma's expression never changed. From the first gunshots, to the story being told, to the boy revealing his kagune. He glanced towards Luca. "Watch my back," he said, before easily lifting up his quinque. It was only the second time he had wielded it. It still felt foreign in his hands. With long, purposeful strides, he stepped towards Akurai. The boy had a strong kagune, but no fighting experience. He had no chance. There were too many people here, bearing witness. Yuuma was a ghoul investigator, and in front of him were two ghouls -- his job was to eliminate them, or face consequences. He had to keep up appearances. As Yuuma reached Akurai, he said one word, with little emotion, and quietly enough that only the two ghouls could hear him. "Run." A moment later, he spun around on his feet, winding up and taking a heavy side-ways swing at Akurai, preparing himself for any counter-attack from either of them. He aimed not to do damage, but instead launch the boy several dozen feet away -- which would undoubtedly still hurt, but wouldn't kill.</s> <\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin Giichi Hadwin Targa Household On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~ Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Targa Household As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.</s>	<\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The moth clicked her tongue as her shots missed, several striking other humans' arms, but not detrimental enough it seemed to stop them from clearing the scene. Just as her wings arched back to ready a second wave, her head twitched to the side- Akurai? It was at this point that she stopped listening, her senses overwhelmed with keeping up with making sure Akurai was unharmed, and the two briefcase-toting strangers didn't take a step closer. Her attention flickered back into focus when one of the two investigators made a move, her body already ready to turn sharply towards Akurai. Her eyes glanced over as the second human rushed behind the first, clicking her tongue again before releasing a loud and distracting shriek, followed with a quick array of seven shards poorly aimed. Chou pushed off the ground towards Akurai, her arms wrapping over him and pulling him away from the oncoming swing, Chou's wings lifting to cover her as the force of the weapon forced her back, reopening mid-flight to let loose another barrage of shards, her attention too busy on landing to aim properly. Upon feet hitting ground, however, Chou smacked Akurai on the head as though scolding him for not listening to her, chiding him with a stern- "Please. Run. I'll be right behind you." And, after letting go of him, stepped in front of him, her wings unfurling to their fullest. There was a small pause, Chou sucking in air as her body leaned forward slightly, her wings retracting slightly, shards starting to form. With a release of her breath, the butterfly leapt to the air, releasing three bursts carefully aimed, her landing reaching her closer slightly towards the investigators, the touch of her feet against the ground releasing another sharp burst of shards.</s>
<\|description\|>Akurai Targa Ghoul Mask: Currently without one Nicknames: Aku Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: c (not yet really given a rank) Kagune: Two green-ish long ribbons burst out of his back and wraps around his arms and torso making him look like he is wrapped in really thick bandages . Thanks to the weight of the kagune he can deliver some rather hard downwards punches. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: Akurai is caring and protective of the people around him. He is usually upbeat and very talkative, but as any teenager he can have a moodswing envy now and then. Biography: Akurai was left by his real parents as a child and was raised by a all human family, which had it ups and downs. As he was just left their doorstep the family had no idea he was a ghoul, they just took him as they had been wanting a child for the longest time and was not about to start asking questions. However soon they noticed their sons strange eating habits or lack there off as he did not eat or drink anything they tried to feed him. It wasn't before he sank his teeth into his mother's shoulder they knew what they had really taken in, but by that time it was too late to turn back and they just found ways to feed his hunger. The dad was a coroner had easy access to food for his kid, but the barrier to steal flesh from the dead was a hard one to break and it wasn't until the kid barely managed to move he crossed it and from that day on it just became easier. Akurai grew up happy as can be and his family loved him with all their heart, it was just a bit hard to explain everything that happened to him as he grew older. Like how unlike others he could only eat human flesh, how nobody could know he was eating it and what in the world the two ribbons that grew out of his back were. However they found a way, a way that would lead to Akurai meeting his first ghoul. The ghoul taught Akurai everything he would need to know about being a ghoul and how to control his urges, all in trade for some flesh provided by Akurai's dad. Currently Akurai still lives at home with his "parents" and has been shielded from the world around him, both the human and the ghoul kind. Other: He was homeschooled and never went to high school or college, but he has still been out in the world. He does knows the people he lives with isn't his real family, but to him they are as real as any. He has never had to hunt so he hasn't faced the harsh reality that someday he will need to take a life.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! The boy in the kitchen raised his head and waited for a second before tugging his earphones out and pulling the plug out of the phone. Sure he'd heard a voice from inside, he looked around, noticing that there was a head poking out from the window of the back door. I should've gone home. The boy slightly tilted his head forward, rubbing his eyes with his finger tips while speaking. He noticed the girl and the boy standing in front of the door once it was open. Sighing, the worker took a step back for them to get in and go inside."Good evening," said a dull, tired voice that came out of the boy's mouth. He raised his head once more, pointing at the door that led out of the kitchen. "Take a seat. I'll be there soon with the menus."</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura roamed through the sewers, staggering and crashing into the walls as he walked aimlessly. He pulled off his mask, dry blood still around his mouth. He wiped it away before falling against a wall and slumping to his ass. He looked up at the roof of the sewers, the sound of rats squeaking and water dripping was all he could hear. "Like hell I'm gonna let myself die here" He staggered up, continuing to walk through the sewers. This time he knew where to go. Bakura had previously taken out numerous cameras at certain spots for him to use as passages between the sewers and the streets. He removed the manhole and climbed up the ladder with his one good arm, struggling the entire time and even falling down once. From there, he walked back to Meat! Meat! MEAT! everything seeming to be a blur. To the cameras, he would look like just every other drunk person while in reality he was a Ghoul in critical condition. He walked up the front door of the shop, hitting it open. The bell's chime rang through the room as Bakura entered, holding his broken left arm and still with his hood on. He lifted his head, blood and bruises all over his face. His eyes were cold as he looked at Edward "I...need some help" He collapsed forward, his snow white hair breaking out of its ponytail and flying out into the open. He thudded on the ground, only with enough strength to barely keep his consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin spun on his chair as Chou began to get changed. He placed his mask in his lap and looked over the metal surface. A few nicks and scratches marred the appearance of the stained glass section. He sighed gently. He really needed to finish his other mask, he spun around one of the walls that held a collection of masks. Fallen ghoul masks was his excuse to any and all CCG that walked into his office. He remembered one such meeting with the rumoured 'Race Traitor' Dove. That was sure an interesting encounter. He sympathised with her more that he disliked that Investigator. He knew full well how it was to be caught between two worlds. Every humane Ghoul knew the struggle. He allowed himself a brief smile after entertaining the idea of attempting to convince that Dove to fall from the lofty heights. He laughed gently to himself before looking to Chou "Yes, let's go." Ishin stood, throwing on his customary black trench coat and wrapping his neck in a crimson bandage. Mask in one hand, Chou's hand in the other, Ishin pushed through the crowds and out into the fresh air. People had entered the club and the line was now very thin. He could smell only a single human…and they were drunk. He could hear a gentle heartbeat. He sighed softly…drunk humans were the worst to have laying around. He looked at Chou "wait here." Making his way to the lain out form, he sighed. A passed out woman. He lifted her into his arms and made his way back to Chou and the bouncer "Put her up in the drunk tank" he said as he hefted her into the bouncer's arms. The bouncer nodded and left, allowing Ishin to walk back to Chou "apologies…" he grabbed her hand once more and walked out of sight of humans, down an alley near one of the taller buildings of the neighbourhood. Slipping on the plated metal helmet, his kagune ripped forward. Using his wings he looked up and shot into the air, landing in a crouch on the roof. His kagune settled back down and he looked out over the expanse of ward 8. Here were three large factions that held dominion over the Ward. His eyes shifted to the ghoul restaurant. An alliance between him and them was yet to be struck without some apprehension. His eyes then flicked to the monstrous eyesore that was CCG headquarters. He gave a short soft growl before looking around. The Hunt was on….</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai made his way through the ward and with every step he felt a bit more hopeless. It was only a question of time before someone would find his parents and the bloody mess on the floor and contact the cops or better yet the CCG. 19 years had passed in his life and not once had he hunted down a human for food, he had just eaten the scraps his dad managed to drag home. So now after 19 years of living undercover in safety everything was going to get blow because some asshole had to eat his parents."Congratulations Aku, your officially a murderer" but saying it only brought a small smile onto his face "Well... a ghoul murderer" The bag felt heavy after a while and he had to sit down somewhere. The bag was filled with every piece of clothing and every shred of cash he could find in the house so it being heavy was a given. He sank down at the corner of a small shop and just sat there and looked up at the sky, it looked so peaceful up there. "Is heaven a thing mom ?"</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou Chou followed after Ishin, and hand in hand they walked through the crowd of people. As they made their way to the exit, the smell of a drunk human filled her nose, which was rather expected given their location. Chou tensed, but rather than step for the easy kill, Ishin told Chou to stand back. Idly standing, Chou picked at her dress as she wondered how anyone thought frills were ever a good idea to wear, looking up at the reappearance of her guardian. He smelled even more strongly of human, but she knew he didn't kill whatever drunkard he'd come across. It was too close to home, and too boring of an adventure. "Un," she nodded with affirmation as her hand reached for Ishin's hand, the two rising to the sky with the older ghoul's aid. Chou, despite her wings, couldn't fly, and scaling the walls- while easy- wouldve hindered Ishin's speed. So, she gratefully accepted the free ride, her hands slipping on her mask after he did. It was one of her own design, crudely coloured with a crayon she'd found in the streets. As her focus heightened with the placement of the mask, her nose twitched at the scent of blood- human. Her gaze wandered alongside Ishin's before pointing towards a lone figure leaning against a closed shop, unsuspecting. "There's one," she noted, excitement too great to stop her from dropping down, forgetting that Ishin was supposed to be making calls and that she was supposed to be hunting girls for her attire issues. Her kagune escaped from her back, shielding her fall by pushing her up and throwing her further over rooftops, her feet never touching the ground, stopping on the rooftop just before the boy as their eyes made contact. She stilled, wondering how he knew she was coming, frowning as the mix of human blood mixed with something more foul. Ghoul. Leaping down the final rooftop, she stepped in front of the blonde teen, her wings hovering intimidatingly before her. "No hunting here," she warned, "This isn't your hunting ground."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! As Edward got out of the kitchen carrying the menus, he raised his head to see what he first thought to be another late customer. It took him a moment to realize that it was his co-worker Bakura. After a couple of slow steps, the cook heard the faint plea for help, rushing over to his side. As Bakura's body fell, Edward kneeled by his side. He lifted the half-conscious young man and quickly set him on a secluded booth's seats. Pushing the swinging door, he rushed into the kitchen and ran his hand through some packages in the storage room. He grabbed one and made his way back to the room, grabbing the two menus that he'd dropped on the counter and carelessly tossing them at a table as he kept moving towards Bakura. Edward pushed the table aside and unwrapped the tip of the package, placing the open part right in front of the young man's mouth from which some condensed human flesh leaded. "Eat up. I'll pour you some coffee," the boy said quietly and walked over to the other two, waiting for their order.</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka chuckled. "You think he's weird? You're an investigator now, kid. Trust me, things are about to get a whole lot weirder. Now let's see what we've got here." Yuuka grabbed a pile of papers and began power-reading them, showing incredible focus unlike anything Hisoka had seen from her so far. When it came to Ghouls, Special Investigator Matsuoka was all business. "A-rank Knight, real name and/or other aliases unknown. Male, six foot four, other distinguishing characteristics unknown. Koukaku-user. Kagune takes the form of a black elongated spear which he wields riding atop a large black horse or motorcycle. Subject has proven evasive, most likely knows the locations of all the cameras in the city. I think we can infer an ambush. Our best bet is to lure him out of hiding so we can face him on equal footing. What do you think, 3rd rank investigator Hisoka?"</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo There were a few things about Knight which really stuck out to Hisoka, taking a few moments of silence to contemplate the information, ensuring what he was about to say was not utterly mad. "...A ghoul that owns both a horse and motorcycle and can afford to maintain them to the point of being able to shake pursuit. Properly looking after a horse in this climate can be anything from 170,000 yen upwards a year, and motorcycles are incredibly costly in their own right. We're looking for a person who is relatively comfortable, six foot, and possibly has an interest in Western History given their dedication to the role. Is there a blacksmith in either this District or the neighbouring ones?" It was verbal diarrhoea for the most part, but she did ask for his thoughts. Hisoka bit down on his thumb, more ideas coming to mind. It was difficult to know what exact year Knight became active, but a first recorded incident would be enough to work backwards from - enough to create a good assumption. "I think we should ambush the ambusher..." He started, looking up into the eyes of Yuuka. It appeared they were similar in some way, his red orbs carrying a completely different feeling than the kind, if confused, look that was in them before. "If we can start to figure out his identity, then we can catch him unaware in the middle of his cover life. More likely to bring him back in alive, less likely to be ready for a fight."</s>	<\|message\|>Akurai Targa Just as he got done asking his question Akurai's eyes fell upon a figure standing on top of the building in front of him. She was standing just in front of the moon and even if it was just a shadow he could clearly see it was a girl. "An angel ?" He asked himself, but another quick glance at her wings ruled that out. She looked like a butterfly from afar, a really dangerous butterfly. It took a moment before she jumped of the building, fluttered down to the ground and approached Aku 'I guess even isn't real' "No hunting here. This isn't your hunting ground." His area ? Akurai could not care less about hunting at the moment, he just ate after all. Getting of the ground he brushed the dust and gravel of and then locked eyes with the girl again. "I have already eaten so your area is safe. I'm just passing through, so you can take your moth wings and flutter away" He wasn't normally this harsh towards strangers, but today he had really had enough of ghouls. The taste of the last one he ran into still remained on his tongue and no matter how much he brushed his teeth he could still sense a hint of ghoul in his breath.</s>
<\|description\|>Akurai Targa Ghoul Mask: Currently without one Nicknames: Aku Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: c (not yet really given a rank) Kagune: Two green-ish long ribbons burst out of his back and wraps around his arms and torso making him look like he is wrapped in really thick bandages . Thanks to the weight of the kagune he can deliver some rather hard downwards punches. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: Akurai is caring and protective of the people around him. He is usually upbeat and very talkative, but as any teenager he can have a moodswing envy now and then. Biography: Akurai was left by his real parents as a child and was raised by a all human family, which had it ups and downs. As he was just left their doorstep the family had no idea he was a ghoul, they just took him as they had been wanting a child for the longest time and was not about to start asking questions. However soon they noticed their sons strange eating habits or lack there off as he did not eat or drink anything they tried to feed him. It wasn't before he sank his teeth into his mother's shoulder they knew what they had really taken in, but by that time it was too late to turn back and they just found ways to feed his hunger. The dad was a coroner had easy access to food for his kid, but the barrier to steal flesh from the dead was a hard one to break and it wasn't until the kid barely managed to move he crossed it and from that day on it just became easier. Akurai grew up happy as can be and his family loved him with all their heart, it was just a bit hard to explain everything that happened to him as he grew older. Like how unlike others he could only eat human flesh, how nobody could know he was eating it and what in the world the two ribbons that grew out of his back were. However they found a way, a way that would lead to Akurai meeting his first ghoul. The ghoul taught Akurai everything he would need to know about being a ghoul and how to control his urges, all in trade for some flesh provided by Akurai's dad. Currently Akurai still lives at home with his "parents" and has been shielded from the world around him, both the human and the ghoul kind. Other: He was homeschooled and never went to high school or college, but he has still been out in the world. He does knows the people he lives with isn't his real family, but to him they are as real as any. He has never had to hunt so he hasn't faced the harsh reality that someday he will need to take a life.</s> <\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin Giichi Hadwin Targa Household On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~ Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Targa Household As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The moth clicked her tongue as her shots missed, several striking other humans' arms, but not detrimental enough it seemed to stop them from clearing the scene. Just as her wings arched back to ready a second wave, her head twitched to the side- Akurai? It was at this point that she stopped listening, her senses overwhelmed with keeping up with making sure Akurai was unharmed, and the two briefcase-toting strangers didn't take a step closer. Her attention flickered back into focus when one of the two investigators made a move, her body already ready to turn sharply towards Akurai. Her eyes glanced over as the second human rushed behind the first, clicking her tongue again before releasing a loud and distracting shriek, followed with a quick array of seven shards poorly aimed. Chou pushed off the ground towards Akurai, her arms wrapping over him and pulling him away from the oncoming swing, Chou's wings lifting to cover her as the force of the weapon forced her back, reopening mid-flight to let loose another barrage of shards, her attention too busy on landing to aim properly. Upon feet hitting ground, however, Chou smacked Akurai on the head as though scolding him for not listening to her, chiding him with a stern- "Please. Run. I'll be right behind you." And, after letting go of him, stepped in front of him, her wings unfurling to their fullest. There was a small pause, Chou sucking in air as her body leaned forward slightly, her wings retracting slightly, shards starting to form. With a release of her breath, the butterfly leapt to the air, releasing three bursts carefully aimed, her landing reaching her closer slightly towards the investigators, the touch of her feet against the ground releasing another sharp burst of shards.</s> <\|message\|>Shina Morizumi A street in the 8th district The entire street was locked up in a bad traffic jam. During the last hour, rank 1 investigator Morizumi had managed to travel the entire length of one city block. The woman sighed in frustration, looking into the rearview mirror to see if there was a way back by now, but the line of cars reached as far as she could see. After brushing a strand of hair out of her face, she picked up an open dossier from the passenger seat. It was one out of three, and she had almost skimmed the entirety of it now. Covering a yawn with her free hand, she stared at drawings and blurred pictures, names and a galore of useless details. The file was a collection of known data about notable ghouls in the 8th district, whereas the other two were an essay about this wards Doves and a geographic file about significant locations. She hated any sort of work-related occupation outside of her official shifts, and technically seen the ride from the 9th to the 8th district happened during her free time, but there was virtually nothing else to do while she was stuck here. The investigator opened the first button of her dress shirt and leaned back taking in the details of a ghoul named 'Harlequin'. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Five hours earlier. It was a total joke. A facade, so shallow that it brought a sour taste to her mouth. The entire parting ceremony her ward had organized was so obviously fake that it made her angry. People shook her hand like she was a close friend, bowing before her as if she was a respectable character here, but nothing of that was even remotely accurate. Morizumi didn't show that she was aware of the gossip behind her back, but on the inside, she despised her promotion and the entire fuss about it. All she wanted was to earn the title of a rank 1 investigator, and now they gave it to her as a parting gift. It felt wrong, it wasn't what she wanted and it wasn't what the 9th ward investigators felt when they gratulated her either. "Take this and fuck off." would have been a more honest farewell, and probably even one she could respect more than...this. She had cleared out her desk in the branch office, all of her belongings were already in the car, but the young woman still didn't leave the compound. The local data administrator turned pale when she showed up in his doorframe to ask for the dossiers about district 8. He offered the expression of a man facing something unpleasent he had already considered a matter of the past. On the inside, she felt insulted, had she never brought any kind of trouble upon this man. She took the folders out of his hands and left, plain and simple. On her way out she came across Nakamura, chief of the 9th ward. "You still here, Morizumi? Don't have the heart to leave us, do you." His joking tone displeased Shina, but she played along. There was no need to pick a fight with him now. "It's just too homey here. 'decided I need a souvenir to take with me." she replied, waving the three files in his general direction. "Take care out there, Morizumi. It's a rough neighbourhood. They have the ghouls under control for the most part, but the troublemakers over there are no joke." For the fraction of a second, Shina felt a sting somewhere inside. Out of all the things people said to her, this was likely the most genuine advice she had gotten. The moment passed and disappeared. Turned into the opposite emotion, moments later. "Good luck hunting that Clown." He was a liar too, Shina knew. The whole story about the Clown moving to the 8th district was nothing more than a ruse, and she knew it. They were looking for a way to get rid of her and thought she wouldn't notice, but she did. It was ironic, really. All she ever tried to achieve was being underestimated by the ghouls she needed to kill, and now she had been too successful at it, even fooling her superiors. It should have felt good, but it didn't. It felt like getting betrayed. "I'll get her.", she lied back. She had played them too, the same way they had played her. Her transfer over to the 8th was nothing more than a ticket away from the ridicule. It was her way out, and she had taken the chance. It also meant an end to the fruitless hunt after the girl that took her eye, though with the month-long absence of any solid lead, the whole deal felt like a defeat anyway. "Misery" didn't mirror the friendly expression of her former superior, nor the wave. She just turned around and left, to never look at the 9th district HQ again. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Morizumis train of thought about the two odd ghouls named Baseball and Pitcher was interrupted by a commotion originating from somewhere further down the road. She had not noticed the crowd of people forming just barely in sight, but when they started screaming and running down the street, it caught her attention. Immediately she was fully attentive to the scenery unfolding not far from her car, but from her current position it was hard to tell what exactly was going on. The involvement of ghouls was likely, but she assumed to find maybe a rowdy B-class ghoul having a public picnick or something. High-profile monsters usually didn't draw that much attention, so her elaborate guess went towards 'idiot ghoul didn't catch the witnesses fast enough'. She dropped the dossier back onto the passenger seat, reached for the suitcase standing at the leg room and got out on the street. Not casually, but not with a huge amount of haste either. Being the only person in sight who walked towards the source of panic instead of running away. While Morizumi was without a partner, there were civilians in potential danger, so she was duty-bound to interfer with whatever was going on ahead. She was unaware of the challenge Knight had issued to the 8th's investigators. "Rank 1 Shina Morizumi... Misery reporting for duty. she said to herself, her voice overpowered by the panicking screams of frightened passengers.</s>	<\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai prepared for the impact of the hammer, he was ready for the pain that would come with however it was his best ticket out of here. It was just one problem, Chou. Somehow she had managed to get between Akurai and the hammer and she absorbed most of the blow from it, lucky her kagune took most of the force. "He wants us to run" Akurai said just before he took both the Dove and Chou's advice. "Chou you better come after me in one piece!" With that Akurai jumped onto the closest roof and started to move, he needed to find someone who could help. There was no way Chou would win this fight and saddly thee was only one person he knew, Ishin.</s>
<\|description\|>Yoko Hikari Appearance: A flat chested, short haired, well groomed woman who fits right in with the men in the office. Although no need, she wears contacts as sorta a protective measure. She keeps her appearance regardless of the occasion, only changing her attire to full nudity when it's time to sleep. Noticeable features include a splatch of scar-tissue on her left forearm, and clothes plagued with fur (as much as she tries to clean it, it never goes away). Nicknames: // Age: 24 Gender: female Rank: 2 Quinque: A shoulder turret that covers her arm and comes to a sharp point over her hand. Personality: Upbeat, friendly, and a bit too positive. Her life motto is "C'est la vie" and she takes that to its fullest. She has no problem with ghouls, nor does she harbor the same feelings some of her fellow investigators may or may not hold to. She feels ghouls have as much right to life as humans so-long-as they follow the rules. She doesn't, however, flaunt her viewpoint onto her peers. Biography: Grew up in an area plagued by ravenous monsters who, as a child, thought they were more misunderstood more than anything. One night, a ghoul attacked her mother, father, and two sisters; killing the parents and getting teeth deep into young Yoko's arm before CCG showed and put it down. The eldest sister at the time, Namari Hikari age 20, became head of the household until all three eventually grew up and moved out. Somewhere along here, Yoko got herself a baby red panda who she named Riichi. Namari became a professor at a university while her other sister entered the academy two years earlier than Yoko and was killed on the job before Yoko could join her.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Out of nowhere someone dropped in between Akurai and the girl and he found himself jump backwards. The guy frightened him and made him shiver slightly, if the girl was a 1/10 this guy was 100/10. "I was pretty happy about being unknown..." Akurai whispered to himself. The words the mand said were like knifes and without knowing Akurai had been steeping backwards and was now with his back to the wall. As the mans Kagune ripped forward Akurai's did the same and coated the boys vital organs as well as it could, but never in his life had Akurai felt so frail. "I dont care if you kill me. Actually it would be nice. My mom and dad are back at home in a pool of their own blood. A ghoul killed them both and he was eating them as I came home. I lost control and I started to punch" His hands curled into fists "and I didn't stop. I just kept going until he looked more like a gooey mess then a man" He looked right at the masked man "and then I ate him" he didn't want to give a reason. He didn't want to say that even if mommy and daddy smelled so good he forced himself to eat the ghoul. " So kill me... I wont mind" The girls plea however came as a surprise. He didn't see what reason she would have to want to keep him alive, but as soon as she said they should keep him he started to understand. "I won't hunt, I can't. I have always had food at home, dad provided for me" He looked at the girl as she said she needed a friend "I ate one of us and still you say I could be your friend ?"</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura held his ribs tightly the entire time, that's where it ached the most. He had already gotten over his broken arm but his ribs were broken and he hoped that he didn't have an internal injury. His nose twitched at the smell of human meat, it's smell smelling like life in solid form. He quickly grabbed it and tore it apart from his mouth, devouring it within seconds. He let out a sigh of relief, usually feeling better after a meal. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve as he began to move his left hand It's healing faster than before He turn to glare at the young girl in the eyes, blinking as they reverted back to normal "It was the Dining Hall. But it doesn't matter. That rhino looking bastard is dead anyways" He said as he slowly stood up. He turned his gaze to the other stranger Ghoul in the shop "If I was gonna draw Doves here, I would of left myself to die out there" By the time he finished, the Ghoul left. He walked over to the table and fell onto one of the seats, grabbing a cup of coffee and taking a sip. He looked down at his hand, squeezing it tightly Just that meal won't suffice for me to heal. I need to eat. "It isn't common for strangers to be coming here this late. Why are you here?" He said to the female Ghoul as he took off his hood and took another sip of coffee.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! Just as Bakura finished his question, Edward sat across him with his coffee in hand. "Well, at least you probably won't be going there again in a while," he said, taking a sip from his cup. "You should be better soon enough." He wasn't too keen on the idea of people hunting near the shop. It might eventually lead to the doves investigating the area more thoroughly, giving the ghouls at the shop a hard time. He shot a brief glare at the girl. She seemed like a rather uncontrollable ghoul, or perhaps that was just Edward's perception due to her erratic behaviour so far.</s> <\|message\|>Yoko Hikari A god-awful noise suddenly rang out from Yoko's phone, loud enough to rival the music and ambient noise coming from the main dance floor of the club. At first Yoko just ignored it in her dreamlike state, but as her migraine started again and the noise didn't stop, she pulled out her phone and answered with a worn out tone before she realized what she was doing. "Moshi..." She started to fade away. "CCG, rank 2, Hikari Yoko. At your service." Before the person on the other side could respond, Yoko quickly recalled any reason why anyone would be calling. The only people that would have this number would be her sister up at the university and her fellow CCG workers, but its not that she had a partner or anything. And she had finished her work for the week, except for that last minute file that appeared on her desk. She has yet to look through it though, which she was hoping that it wouldn't come up. She didn't even know what time or day it was.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin gave a short and violent growl as the boy spilled his story. Ishin didn't care. This was an offence to his domain and he would have none of it…especially from cannibalising scum. He raised an arm, preparing to strike swiftly before he was stopped by Chou. He looked down at the girl and raised an eyebrow. She was asking something of him again. He knew how uncomfortable that made her so it seemed…out of place until she mentioned needing a friend. He nodded and his Kagune retracted. He stepped forward in front of Chou and towards the cowering boy. He did look far too gone to be of much help tonight. "another one to train I suppose" he mused before taking off his helmet and resting it under an arm "you have been saved by someone's good graces…I suggest you show more appreciation of that fact, boy" Ishin nodded gently "Chou…take the boy back to Dark Nights" he said quickly "Clean him up and show him around…I'll hunt solo tonight" He tapped a finger to his chin "Go to Rocky and ask for the key to Room 3-B…that'll be yours and boys for time being until I can find somewhere else" he placed his helmet back on to his head and shot up into the sky with the help from his kagune. Now he could be by himself. He could hunt with reckless abandon. He could be at his normal. The scent of humans filtered through the metal helmet drove him on. His stomach tightened in anticipation. His arms covered in thick plates of RC cells, he was 'Savage' once more. Leaping over alleys and pounding over rooftops, Ishin was a silent predator. His first target, slung over his shoulder and half-conscious, was a girl for Chou. He needed about three more bodies to feed the demands of his Ghouls. He leapt in to a group of teens that were either drunk or high. Breaking the street light above them with a flash of crystal RC, in a flash they were on his shoulder as well, in varying states of consciousness or death. That was enough for now. He returned on his hunting path back to Dark Nights. Arriving back at Dark Nights, Ishin let himself in through a cellar door and down into a room that was hidden from view. The corpse cellar. Leaving the humans there for later, he returned to his office and changed into his usual day to day attire. Leaving his mask behind seemed most prudent as he needed to check on the drunk before checking on Chou and the Boy. Ishin made his way through the crowds and up to the Drunk Tank, rapping on the door with his knuckles "Open up."</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi Well, while it seemed that the guy hadn't been damaged by doves, he still had enough of an attitude to be making snarky remarks. Izumi felt that she actually liked the guy more than one would actually think. "Well, now that the no life isn't here anymore, I think I should leave too. Preys might not be as abundant if I delay a bit too much." Izumi smiled, before turning to the waiter, Edward. "Oi, boy. You okay on supplies here? I can always bring over my leftovers if you aren't. I'm giving preferance to you guys, you know?" Izumi said, before taking her cellphone out and tinkering with it a bit. Even if Luca didn't know, Izumi was actually an acquaintance, and a good friend, of the owner of the restaurant. That's why she so nonchalantly moved around the place as it were her own. Before long, she noticed that what she said might actually gross the guy out. What could be more disgusting that human entrails? Half eaten human entrails. "Oh, but I don't actually mean leftovers like that, I mean the guys I can't eat after hunting tonight." Izumi said, blocking her phone and smiling at the pair of guys before her. "You asked what I'm doing her, no?" Izumi made her way towards the back door. "Well, I was just checking in, you know. Making sure people here haven't lost their balls and so, it is pretty bad when that happens." Izumi laughed a bit. "And also, you never know with that head of the CCG. He might be onto you the moment you take your eyes off him, or the cameras. You gotta be careful, here in district 8, is eat or be eaten. Now, ciao!" Izumi shouted, before jumping away from the restaurant, and putting her mask on after searching for it inside her bad. Asuya "HIKARI!? For god's sake, can't you actually BE where someone needs you? Listen, I've gotten on some piece of information I need checked out. Aside from you, there's no one else free right now, and I need you to come with me. Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up rigth away. Do you have your quinque with you, or should I bring it to you?" Asuya spouted out to Hikari, without even waiting for a reply. "Anyhow, be ready. I know your location anyway. I'll also bring a backup should you not have your quinque with you, or yours if I find it. Bye." Not wanting to stay too much on the phone, Asuya quickly hanged up. Fortunately (unfortunately for his underlings) Asuya had a tracker put in every and each one of them, using their phones or otherwise. Paranoia is a really dreadful thing. He quickly started up in his phone the application and searched for Hikari. Finding her in the club Dark Nights was NOT a pleasant surprise. "That girl.... you can't actually be serious, hanging around such a place." He sighed with exasperation. He left the building and went to his car. Soon enough, he was en route to the club, to pick Hikari up. In the dark alleys of Ward 8 A man, clad in full body armor and wearing a menacing looking helmet, walks through the streets. His kagune that was covering his hand just moments ago disappears into nothing into his shoulder blade. Contrary to his medieval appearance, a ringing sound coming from his phone suddenly rang. He quickly rushed to pick it up and turned it on, the screen lighting up his helmet. The neighs of a horse could be heard nearby. "They are onto me... and the Cannibal Corpse no less. I will need full support in this one, and there's no reinforcements to call upon besides you, Checkmate. Help me through this, and even if I am caught I will not say anything about you." As a middle aged man would, he slowly slid his fingers through the touch screen of his phone and said what he wanted to write in the message. Before long, the message was sent and he approached the black horse standing in the alley. He climbed onto its back. "Let's go, Yozo. They cannot hope to outwit us, not with her on our side." Knight took the reins of the horse and they set off.</s>	<\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Yoko kinda just sat there while Asuya chewed her out. Not that she was supprised. She figured it was work calling, here to ruin her time off. She didn't care, she had her time off; as brief as it was. With the phone call over, Yoko finally went to open the door to the drunk tank to see why her captors wanted to be so polite to their victims. She didn't really see herself as a victim of a kidnapping though; she knew she passed out, but just didn't know where she was. Yoko opened the door to find a boy, about her age, holding a more mature presence than she'd figured for a twenty-something year old. She stared for a moment, captivated by his red hair and matching attire before she snapped back to the realization that this was probably the person who locked her away to safety. She quickly straightened up and bowed with a simple "Thank you" before getting on to the matter at hand. She stared at him a moment: calm, collected, and non-threatening, but taking control of the conversation and strict notice of his facial expressions and general attitude. "Excuse me, my name is Hikari. I am a rank 2 ghoul investigator," Yoko paused to take note of any particular changes the boy infront of him may have released, "... and I have just been called away on business. If you wouldn't mind showing me to the front, the CCG would be appreciative that one of our beloved citizens were happy lend a hand to one of their trusted officers."</s>
<\|description\|>Yoko Hikari Appearance: A flat chested, short haired, well groomed woman who fits right in with the men in the office. Although no need, she wears contacts as sorta a protective measure. She keeps her appearance regardless of the occasion, only changing her attire to full nudity when it's time to sleep. Noticeable features include a splatch of scar-tissue on her left forearm, and clothes plagued with fur (as much as she tries to clean it, it never goes away). Nicknames: // Age: 24 Gender: female Rank: 2 Quinque: A shoulder turret that covers her arm and comes to a sharp point over her hand. Personality: Upbeat, friendly, and a bit too positive. Her life motto is "C'est la vie" and she takes that to its fullest. She has no problem with ghouls, nor does she harbor the same feelings some of her fellow investigators may or may not hold to. She feels ghouls have as much right to life as humans so-long-as they follow the rules. She doesn't, however, flaunt her viewpoint onto her peers. Biography: Grew up in an area plagued by ravenous monsters who, as a child, thought they were more misunderstood more than anything. One night, a ghoul attacked her mother, father, and two sisters; killing the parents and getting teeth deep into young Yoko's arm before CCG showed and put it down. The eldest sister at the time, Namari Hikari age 20, became head of the household until all three eventually grew up and moved out. Somewhere along here, Yoko got herself a baby red panda who she named Riichi. Namari became a professor at a university while her other sister entered the academy two years earlier than Yoko and was killed on the job before Yoko could join her.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai watched Chou search through some drawers, but for what he didn't know. He lifted the bag he had been carrying with him of his shoulder and started searching through it for something to to wear, but before he found something Ishin stood right before him and Akurai jumped backwards. Chills ran down his spine, this guy really needed to stop showing up like this "Would it kill you to make a sound Ishin?" but he really did not expect an answer. So it was clothes she was searching for "G..guys I have a bag filled with clothes... right here" he pointed down right beside his feet. The next request Ishin came with was a bit harder. "I'll try my best" and as Akurai closed his eyes the thick ribbons grew out of his back and wrapped themselves around his arms, torso and neck. "It works like armor, it coils itself around parts of me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria "Quite well, thank you," Luca answered with a brief smile as his eyes fled back to the papers in front of Yuuma. "That's an interesting way to define our relationship," the younger investigator said, glancing up at Yuuma with another quick smile. Once the files were pushed to his side, his hands slowly went to grab them. He flicked his wrist to shake the papers and straighten them out before starting to browse. He would nod from time to time to show that he was listening, and he was. It was indeed true that they only outranked people who didn't come from the academy, but they'd have to show their worth somehow. What better way than that to bring a good few aggressive ghouls to their ends. The clapping of his hands were muffled by the paper and file shutting between them. "I think we'll get several chances to learn more about one another. It looks like we can start getting acquainted tonight, if you want to request the case right away," Luca answered, smiling as he leaned his back against the chair. "It's awfully fresh though. A good, ripe mystery."</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma gave another smirk, knowing exactly what Luca was talking about. Fresh was right -- the Bureau Investigators who had undoubtedly been dispatched to gather data likely hadn't even reached the scene yet. "I'm glad we both want to get into it immediately. I'll make the call." A moment later, he had his cell to his ear, put on hold after making his request. It didn't take long for him to hear the secretary's voice again. "You've been given jurisdiction over the crime scene, and are to head there immediately," she said simply, to the point. "At the moment, there are too many questions surrounding the event, but once we have more information, you two will be among the first considered to be assigned to any ghouls involved." Yuuma gave a quick thumbs up to Luca as he responded to her. "Excellent, thank you." Hanging up, the older boy motioned to Luca to follow him. "We gotta go, before bodies start rotting." As the two quickly made their way out of CCG Headquarters, Yuuma explained he had been told -- that they hadn't actually been assigned anything, but that what they had was a start. --- Targa Household Police surrounded the home, not many of them actually doing anything other than standing around. One of them, an older man, noticed the duo approaching, and stepped towards them. Not interested in wasting time, Yuuma simply showed his badge and the papers that proved him and Luca to now be in charge, and the two were quickly granted access. As they stepped into the house, Yuuma's serious expression remained unchanged from the sight and smell. He simply looked around, studying, mentally picking up anything he could. He did offer a comment, though. "Looks like some fun was had." Despite the positive-sounding comment, his brow furrowed. There were four Bureau Investigators present. Two held cameras, snapping pictures non-stop, gingerly stepping around the gore that surrounded them. The two others gathered samples from every pool of blood, every limb, and every unidentifiable piece of flesh. They paid little mind to the two young Ghoul Investigators. That was fine; they knew what they had to do, and they were doing it. "So there's three dead," Yuuma said, partially to Luca. "One woman, one man, and... that." He pointed to the largest pool of blood, bones with little flesh hanging onto them bathing in it. Mind working, he called one of the cameramen over. "You. How many people lived in this house?" The boy, who barely seemed to be 18, acted all flustered. "Uh, I-I have no idea, s-sir!" "Go find out," Yuuma ordered, taking the camera and motioning the boy out of the house. He continued taking pictures in his place. "Obviously a ghoul involved here," he said, glancing at Luca. "Just need to figure out what happened, why, and who."</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi jumped roof by roof, with only one thing in her mind. To hunt. With her pink mask on, she looked feral and more like an animal with each jump. Most of her face wasn't visible through her mask, but she wore a gigantic grin in her mouth while she sniffed like crazy for something, anything that could serve as her prey for the night. But of course, not everything is as easy as that. She suddenly came to a stop and observed a single person strolling about a dark alley, and she actually tried to make her grin bigger, but she was unable to. She was already smiling from ear to ear. Her kagune creeped out of her back, a pair of grotesque looking spider legs. She squatted down, ready to leap at the human right below herself. It seemed he was taking a shortcut towards his home, but if that was the case, then how unlucky for him to have been caught in Izumi's thread. "Itadakimasu!" Her muscles tensed and she almost leapt towards him from the top of the rooftop. Only to have her ears assaulted by a sharp neigh of a horse. It was unnatural, sharp and loud, some of the windows even shook because of it, seemingly about to break. Izumi crawled into a ball while trying to cover her ears. It might not have been so excruciating for anyone inside a building, or to a normal human, but to her, a ghoul and someone who was relatively near the source of the sound, it was really bad on her ears. "W-What? What the hell was that?" She peeked over the roof of the building, just to see her prey gone and a horse racing by. "Knight... you son of a bitch, at least warn people when you do shit like this." The ghoul, Knight, attracted all sorts of attention to him, now that he was so shamelessly racing by the streets while there were quite a few people in the street, as well as having his kagune out, fluttering much like a cape would. After a while, he finally found himself in the center of a crowded street, filled with shops of electronics. He looked around, until he finally found one of the cameras, which was focused on him. He climbed down from his horse and looked directly at the camera, and nodded. The image in every TV of the 8th ward was suddenly changed to an image of Knight standing between the crowds, while many looked at him, confused as to what was happening. "CCG! I know that you are onto me. As a ghoul, it is only obvious that you'll come after me. However, as the Knight I want to represent, I will not allow myself to bested by the likes of you, who use dirty tricks against us." Knight then turned his kagune into the spear he uses most of the time, and turns around to stab one of the onlookers. Many were taking photos, thinking it was some kind of elaborate prank, but as soon as they saw Knight's kagune piercing the victim's stomach, many ran. Knight threw the body elsewhere after that. "Cannibal Corpse.... I hope you are watching this. Come fight me here, alone with your partner, and I will also fight as cleanly as I am allowed. If you don't..." With bestial speed, he rushed to one of the other onlookers who were trying to escape and also pierced his chest. "This happens." He threw the body away again, and he started searching for anyone else that might have not escaped in time from his rampage. Asuya Already in his way to the night club Hikari was in, Asuya was attentavily watching his phone while driving, searching through the cameras to see if any of them caught something interesting. Much ot his dismay, they did. A transmission from Knight, the ghoul he just had put Matsuoka unto. It was bad, because, if they already knew of the orders he issued, then there was either someone on their side giving away information, or Checkmate was so much of a hacker that they were actually able to break through the CCG's security. Both were equally worrying. He listened attentively to what Knight had to say, before concluding that he should really leave it in Matsuoka's hands. Besides, Asuya had his own problems to worry about. After a while, he finally arrived to the Dark Nights and started honking for Hikari to hurry it up. "Hey! Hikari, hurry it up! We ain't got all day!" He shouted. He suddenly felt lots of deathly glares directed at him too. One way or the other, he knew why those stares were directed at him. The most probable case was that he was seen as the 8th ward most paranoid and irritating head ever, and that they were all ghouls. The other one was that they were envious of his incredible good looks. He wanted to entertain the latter, since it'd be way too troublesome to eb caught in the middle of a ghoul storm.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Leaving CCG HQ Luca's smile grew as he got the signal from Yuuma that they had gotten the green light. "We're off 'en, hm?" He got to his feet with a stupid grin on his face. A nice mystery was always a good way to end the day. Especially one as unhindered as this one. There would be no trickery; all would be put in front of them as they were on the same night! Targa Household "Strange... Only one of them was actually eaten," he said, walking over to the woman lacking a lot of flesh and some limbs and kneeling beside her to take a closer look, though it didn't give him much more information. He turned his head to Yuuma. "Well... Completely, I mean." The boy cleared his throat as he got back to his feet. "We should do an RC count on their blood, to make sure who's what. We should take a look around the apartment too. If we've got any luck, there'll be more than just what we see in this room." It still bothered him. Sure, one of the victims was torn apart and eaten but the body wasn't fully devoured, not to mention the man who was simply killed. And the mystery victim... Pondering on the events that might've unfolded, Luca found himself looking through the rooms. At the third door he opened, he came to a sight for sore eyes. Blood. It wasn't too much but there was some blood and clothes on the shower's floor. "Yuuma! I think I might've found something!" Now this was nice. The blood had probably sunk into the clothes. From them, they could even see what kind of a person they belonged to. Height, size, and maybe gender... There might've been more somewhere in the house, if they were lucky. Once we do a sweep in here, we might get some DNA. This looks like it's gonna be fun...</s>	<\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Yoko listened as ths guy, Ishin Kuhaku, started talking. Yoko felt she got an odd reaction from the guy when she pushed her CCG skit. Not that she had a reason to think he was a ghoul, but sometimes in sketchy situations it helps to test the waters. She didn't think he was a ghoul, maybe he was just a bit awkward sounding to her as he was the head of the night club? Then there was the whole deal with the wanting of ghoul masks. She supposed there were different levels of agents just as there were clean cops and dirty cops, but handing over masks as a ghoul investigator didn't seem too professional in her opinion. Either way, she decided to put this feeling deep in the back of her mind. There was something there inside her that made that encounter a bit awkward, hopefully not for him as well. Asuya's car pulled up not long after Ishin finally left her. He was loud, honking and yelling at Yoko to go ahead and hurry it up to which she just rolled her eyes. She didn't care that he was mad at her nor that the people were starring them. Yoko just quietly got in the car and signaled to Asuya a quick 'hello,' and 'lets go.' "So, what's going on? We didn't have much time on the phone to speak, but I'm sure something's up for you of all people to pick me up." She pulled down the visor and opened the up the mirror as she took out her contacts and sealed them away in her bag. They were near invisible to begin with and served no actual function, but they were starting to give her a headache just as her migraine started going down.</s>
<\|description\|>Matsuoka Yuuka Dove Character Sheet Nicknames: Cannibal Corpse Age: 35 Gender: Female Rank: Special Investigator Yuuka is a special case. Like some high-ranking Investigators like Kureo Mado, she possesses and uses multiple Quinque in battle. What makes her special is how she uses them. After a long career of throwing herself recklessly into battle against high-ranking Ghouls with little concern to her own life, Yuuka has lost a lot of things. Her arms, a segment of her jaw and a few of her teeth, the left half of her face, and everything below the waist. To compensate for this, she uses specially-made Quinque as replacement limbs. Appearing as prosthetics when not in use, she carries them literally on her person at all times instead of in a bag or suitcase, allowing her to blend in more naturally in areas where there are Ghouls. They include: -Right Arm "Migi" (Rinkaku): A tail-like appendage with many leg-like cilia that ends in a poisonous pincer like an insect. The tail's appearance most strongly resembles the spider-tailed horned viper, and it can expand and contract, giving her arm a longer range of movement (at the cost of opposable thumbs while in use). Pictured here in its inert form. -Left Arm "Hidari" (Koukaku): A giant, club-like arm that's in gross misproportion to the rest of her body. It can be used to shield her and has a powerful punch, and when cocked back it can be fired like a pile-driver in an attack with a slow windup but a devastating finisher, capable of obliterating cars and mortally wounding most Ghouls. -Lower Body "Hara" (Bikaku): Her legs have been harvested from a single Ghoul and take the form of raptor-like insectoid legs that have a powerful kick and can run and jump at incredible speeds. Her maximum jumping height is 240 meters and she can run at 370 kilometres per hour, roughly one-third of mach speed and faster than the human eye can follow. This allows her to keep up with the fastest S and SS-rank Ghouls without an Arata, pursue prey across the city and over extreme vertical obstacles, and even dodge bullets to some limited capacity, much like A and S-rank Ghouls. Pictured here in their inert form. -Face "Me" (Ukaku): A flesh-like covering that hides the left half of her face that was clawed off by a Ghoul, it is easily mistakable for a burn mark, but when it unfolds it becomes six small, featherlike wings capable of firing crystallized Rc cell bullets at high-velocity. Or in other words, a Quinque gun. Like ukaku Ghouls, it has limited stamina and thus limited ammunition, although its exhaustion affects Yuuka little. Therefore she uses it sparingly as a trump card when backed into a corner. Due to the way her prosthetics are designed (and due to the way prosthetics work in general), her nerves must directly interact with the Rc cells in her new limbs in order to control them, meaning she is directly interfacing with Ghoul flesh when using her Quinque. The more of her limbs' powers she uses, the more violent and irrational she becomes, attacking friend and foe without thinking and even losing control of her limbs. The longer and/or harder she fights, the more feral and Ghoul-like she becomes. Whether this is her limbs having an effect on her body and mind or just the result of adrenaline mixing with painkillers and antidepressants is unclear. Gentle and matronly, with hints of a bottle fairy, Yuuka occupies a curious space between big sister and team mom. She genuinely cares for her subordinates, and doesn't seem to mind that other investigators mock and fear her. Overall she's a hard-working and kind-hearted person who likes to have fun with her subordinates, but when in battle her personality changes completely. She has developed an acute bloodlust towards Ghouls and will attack them viciously without stopping, often continuing long after they are dead. Her behavior towards Ghouls can only be called sadistic and uncaring, thinking little of human traits like civility and empathy and reverting to primal, animalistic fight or flight mechanisms. She doesn't understand what's wrong with this, as she thinks of Ghouls as bestial sub-humans who are not merely evil but monstrous in their thinking and who must be destroyed, like putting down a feral animal. To her, one species must prevail as the rules of nature dictate, so there is nothing wrong with exterminating Ghouls with extreme prejudice. Yuuka graduated from the CCG Academy at age 20, and was immediately partnered with the man she would later marry, 1st-class Investigator Matsuoka Kenji. The two developed an extremely close bond, and soon began dating. Before long, they were married, with a child on the way. Yuuka worked hard for the sake of her husband and her newly born child, rising through the ranks quickly to become a 1st-class Investigator just like her husband. Together, they took down a record-breaking number of Ghouls, going undefeated and suffering minimal losses for three straight years. That winning streak finally came to an end during a standoff with an S-class Ghoul that crippled Kenji at the cost of its own life. Battered and broken, the victorious couple were separated after Kenji was demoted due to his injury, which prevented him from working in the field. It was this separation that ultimately proved fatal. The CCG had suspected the Ghoul they'd taken down had actually been part of a much larger gang, perhaps even an organization like Aogiri Tree, and in the end they were right. Other members of the group caught Kenji off-hours and without his Quinque, and tortured him for hours before Yuuka and the CCG managed to rescue him. By that time he was mortally wounded and close to dead, a barely recognizable lump of meat, but he still had enough life left in him to warn his grieving wife about the danger that was still to come. He'd overheard some of the Ghouls talking about searching their house. Concerned for their child's safety, Yuuka rushed home, only to be met with the gruesome sight of a Ghoul devouring her three year old son in much the same way a human would dig into a cut of veal. It was this that finally made Yuuka snap. She attacked the Ghoul, breaking all of his limbs and slowly torturing him to death until the CCG finally arrived at the house and restrained her. Since then she has become an even higher-ranking investigator, and years of throwing herself near-suicidally into fights with Ghouls has begun to show. She has lost her arms, parts of her face, and the entire lower half of her body. In an unorthodox decision, she has decided to replace each of her missing parts with Quinque collected from Ghouls she's killed, making her a truly unique Ghoul-killing machine. Recently she's been partnered with the newbie investigator Hisoka. Because of her limbs and the disturbing way she fights, other investigators fear and loathe her and refer to her by her Ghoul-given nickname "Cannibal Corpse" behind her back. While the CCG's best physicians assure her that mingling her flesh with that of a Ghoul in such a minimally invasive way won't result in the kind of hybridization that creates one-eyed Ghouls and that this increasingly violent behavior is all in her head, it has done little to dissuade other investigators from mocking and belittling her as a race traitor and a half-breed. Her nickname, "Cannibal Corpse", is a combination name that refers to how she obsessively cannibalizes Ghouls so she can make new Quinque, and how she should by all rights be a corpse after all the wounds she's received. Hence "Cannibal Corpse", a half-dead scavenger who's more Ghoul than human.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa He could smell it even before he opened the door, the smell of blood and human flesh. He could feel his stomach growl out and his mouth watered just thinking about it, it had been almost 3 weeks since he had gotten anything to eat and it was really pushing his limits. He had had to deal with slight headaches and a lust to just eat anyone that passed him by, but he was trained better. The door opened just slightly the smell became greater, overpowering even and his mind ran wild with ideas of what kind of feast they had prepared to him. Smiling from er to ear he entered the house. "I'm h-" His voice cut of and he felt ever part of his being freeze to ice as he tried to accept the sight laid out in front of him. Almost everything was red and what wasn't was upside down or broken. His eyes traveled around the room and soon found half an arm resting on top of a dresser. The rest of the upper body was lazily thrown just beside it, while his mothers other half currently in the hands and jaws of a mad man. His dad was struggling to breath as the blood entered his lungs, effectively drowning him in his on blood. Akurai could see his dad's body twitch a few final times before it as his mothers laid there lifeless. His normally calm appearance broke apart as anger and rage consumed him. His eyes flashed into a mix of black and red before turning into slits. Hands turned into fists and he could feel something just below his skin itch to break free."Why ?" His voice on the brink of breaking, but still clearly audible "Why !?!?"with that he lost the last piece of restraint he had. The two long green ribbons shot out of his back and wrapped themselves around the boy as he leaped towards the man dinning on his mothers inner thigh, pushing him to the ground and letting the leg role away. As his heart was still breaking he started to punch and punch and punch....and punch until the being below him looked more like mud then a person.</s> <\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Another dollar, another day at the office. Today was another day Yoko would swear she was only here for the money. Not that it was particularly bad by any extent, but the day was filled with meetings after meetings on the progression and security here within the 8th ward that it sorta just droned by without any goal or success. Talk was circulating about cracking down on some of the lesser known, hit or miss, ghoul bases; as well as where the influx of graduates were going to end up and under who's supervision. Personally, she didn't care. The last of the meetings were just dismissed and she was done with required work until the start of the next week. Yoko couldn't wait to get home and see her darling Riichi, who was in the prime of his life, and maybe hit a few of the clubs and attractions scattered around town. She just had to lock up her office for the day and she'd be off. "Pardon me, sir," one of the office rats sputtered after bumping into her and going off on his merry way. Yoko soft-spokenly cursed at her small breasts. This was an issue that normally wouldn't have bothered her if it wasn't as long of a day as it has been. She had about had it with this office, when lo and behold, she opened her door and found another work file sitting on her desk with her name on it. She reluctantly packed the file with the rest of her belongings, to be read at another place, another time, and made her way home after locking up. What was in that file could be saved for tomorrow and hopefully wouldn't require another trip to the office. Now was the time to sit back and relax, at least a couple of hours before getting home to Riichi. Dark Nights was the point of interest right now for her. Though she has yet to actually go inside, she has heard positive things about it and has seen its rise in popularity. It was pretty lively by the time she arrived, a bit too much probably for the long day she's had. Nevertheless she found her way inside, grabbing whatever source of alcohol there was that was relativity cheep, and unwinding as fast as humanly possible.</s>	<\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters, Eighth Ward Yuuka sat on top of a cafeteria table with her legs crossed, in as much as you could call what she was doing with her freakish raptor legs "crossing them". She absentmindedly spun an empty cup of pudding around her black metal finger, not thinking of much in particular. At the edge of her hearing she could pick up some people talking about her, throwing around the usual accusations. "Freak", "pervert", "race traitor". It was nothing she hadn't heard before, so she chose to ignore it. Come to think of it, she thought as she spun the empty pudding cup around and around, wasn't she supposed to meet her new partner today? She'd been assigned one of the newbies after Koizumi-kun decided he didn't feel safe working with her anymore. Which she didn't get. How many Ghouls had she killed? Dozens? Hundreds maybe at this point? She was the safest person to be with in the middle of a Ghoul attack! She spun the cup with calculated force, and it landed perfectly in the trashcan ten feet away. She picked up her plastic-wrapped sandwich. In any case, this marked the fifth partner she'd lost. The rest had all either quit or asked to be reassigned. That part she understood perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most popular person in the CCG. Yuuka felt something wet hit the back of her head. Someone had thrown a cup of instant noodles at her. She picked some of the wet, floppy noodles out of her hair and then looked around for the perpetrator. Two CCG agents stood around snickering near the exit. She smiled, and waved at them. "Thanks for the noodles, guys! I was thinking I could use a hot dish to go with this sandwich!" The two panicked and ran. Were they honestly that surprised they'd been spotted when they'd done such a poor job of concealing their malicious intent? In any case, she didn't hold it against them. As long as she could kill Ghouls, she was fine. She took a sip from her cup of coffee house coffee, noodles still dangling out of her hair. Still, she hoped she would get along with her new partner this time. It might be nice having her own little newbie to mentor, to mold in her own image. Who knows, could be fun.</s>
<\|description\|>Matsuoka Yuuka Dove Character Sheet Nicknames: Cannibal Corpse Age: 35 Gender: Female Rank: Special Investigator Yuuka is a special case. Like some high-ranking Investigators like Kureo Mado, she possesses and uses multiple Quinque in battle. What makes her special is how she uses them. After a long career of throwing herself recklessly into battle against high-ranking Ghouls with little concern to her own life, Yuuka has lost a lot of things. Her arms, a segment of her jaw and a few of her teeth, the left half of her face, and everything below the waist. To compensate for this, she uses specially-made Quinque as replacement limbs. Appearing as prosthetics when not in use, she carries them literally on her person at all times instead of in a bag or suitcase, allowing her to blend in more naturally in areas where there are Ghouls. They include: -Right Arm "Migi" (Rinkaku): A tail-like appendage with many leg-like cilia that ends in a poisonous pincer like an insect. The tail's appearance most strongly resembles the spider-tailed horned viper, and it can expand and contract, giving her arm a longer range of movement (at the cost of opposable thumbs while in use). Pictured here in its inert form. -Left Arm "Hidari" (Koukaku): A giant, club-like arm that's in gross misproportion to the rest of her body. It can be used to shield her and has a powerful punch, and when cocked back it can be fired like a pile-driver in an attack with a slow windup but a devastating finisher, capable of obliterating cars and mortally wounding most Ghouls. -Lower Body "Hara" (Bikaku): Her legs have been harvested from a single Ghoul and take the form of raptor-like insectoid legs that have a powerful kick and can run and jump at incredible speeds. Her maximum jumping height is 240 meters and she can run at 370 kilometres per hour, roughly one-third of mach speed and faster than the human eye can follow. This allows her to keep up with the fastest S and SS-rank Ghouls without an Arata, pursue prey across the city and over extreme vertical obstacles, and even dodge bullets to some limited capacity, much like A and S-rank Ghouls. Pictured here in their inert form. -Face "Me" (Ukaku): A flesh-like covering that hides the left half of her face that was clawed off by a Ghoul, it is easily mistakable for a burn mark, but when it unfolds it becomes six small, featherlike wings capable of firing crystallized Rc cell bullets at high-velocity. Or in other words, a Quinque gun. Like ukaku Ghouls, it has limited stamina and thus limited ammunition, although its exhaustion affects Yuuka little. Therefore she uses it sparingly as a trump card when backed into a corner. Due to the way her prosthetics are designed (and due to the way prosthetics work in general), her nerves must directly interact with the Rc cells in her new limbs in order to control them, meaning she is directly interfacing with Ghoul flesh when using her Quinque. The more of her limbs' powers she uses, the more violent and irrational she becomes, attacking friend and foe without thinking and even losing control of her limbs. The longer and/or harder she fights, the more feral and Ghoul-like she becomes. Whether this is her limbs having an effect on her body and mind or just the result of adrenaline mixing with painkillers and antidepressants is unclear. Gentle and matronly, with hints of a bottle fairy, Yuuka occupies a curious space between big sister and team mom. She genuinely cares for her subordinates, and doesn't seem to mind that other investigators mock and fear her. Overall she's a hard-working and kind-hearted person who likes to have fun with her subordinates, but when in battle her personality changes completely. She has developed an acute bloodlust towards Ghouls and will attack them viciously without stopping, often continuing long after they are dead. Her behavior towards Ghouls can only be called sadistic and uncaring, thinking little of human traits like civility and empathy and reverting to primal, animalistic fight or flight mechanisms. She doesn't understand what's wrong with this, as she thinks of Ghouls as bestial sub-humans who are not merely evil but monstrous in their thinking and who must be destroyed, like putting down a feral animal. To her, one species must prevail as the rules of nature dictate, so there is nothing wrong with exterminating Ghouls with extreme prejudice. Yuuka graduated from the CCG Academy at age 20, and was immediately partnered with the man she would later marry, 1st-class Investigator Matsuoka Kenji. The two developed an extremely close bond, and soon began dating. Before long, they were married, with a child on the way. Yuuka worked hard for the sake of her husband and her newly born child, rising through the ranks quickly to become a 1st-class Investigator just like her husband. Together, they took down a record-breaking number of Ghouls, going undefeated and suffering minimal losses for three straight years. That winning streak finally came to an end during a standoff with an S-class Ghoul that crippled Kenji at the cost of its own life. Battered and broken, the victorious couple were separated after Kenji was demoted due to his injury, which prevented him from working in the field. It was this separation that ultimately proved fatal. The CCG had suspected the Ghoul they'd taken down had actually been part of a much larger gang, perhaps even an organization like Aogiri Tree, and in the end they were right. Other members of the group caught Kenji off-hours and without his Quinque, and tortured him for hours before Yuuka and the CCG managed to rescue him. By that time he was mortally wounded and close to dead, a barely recognizable lump of meat, but he still had enough life left in him to warn his grieving wife about the danger that was still to come. He'd overheard some of the Ghouls talking about searching their house. Concerned for their child's safety, Yuuka rushed home, only to be met with the gruesome sight of a Ghoul devouring her three year old son in much the same way a human would dig into a cut of veal. It was this that finally made Yuuka snap. She attacked the Ghoul, breaking all of his limbs and slowly torturing him to death until the CCG finally arrived at the house and restrained her. Since then she has become an even higher-ranking investigator, and years of throwing herself near-suicidally into fights with Ghouls has begun to show. She has lost her arms, parts of her face, and the entire lower half of her body. In an unorthodox decision, she has decided to replace each of her missing parts with Quinque collected from Ghouls she's killed, making her a truly unique Ghoul-killing machine. Recently she's been partnered with the newbie investigator Hisoka. Because of her limbs and the disturbing way she fights, other investigators fear and loathe her and refer to her by her Ghoul-given nickname "Cannibal Corpse" behind her back. While the CCG's best physicians assure her that mingling her flesh with that of a Ghoul in such a minimally invasive way won't result in the kind of hybridization that creates one-eyed Ghouls and that this increasingly violent behavior is all in her head, it has done little to dissuade other investigators from mocking and belittling her as a race traitor and a half-breed. Her nickname, "Cannibal Corpse", is a combination name that refers to how she obsessively cannibalizes Ghouls so she can make new Quinque, and how she should by all rights be a corpse after all the wounds she's received. Hence "Cannibal Corpse", a half-dead scavenger who's more Ghoul than human.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Using what little strength he had left Akurai managed to lift himself of the bludgeoned man just to take two steps and break down next to his father's body. "Come on now dad. Don't play like this, just... wake up. Please?» He knew it was useless, but something inside him just refused to accept the reality. Grabbing onto his father shoulders he shock him slightly, hoping and praying that it would somehow bring him back, but it was to no avail. Laying his father's body back down Aku felt the tears stream down his face as he could no longer deny the truth and as he did the rage and anger had subsided and was replaced by only sorrow. However another feeling from deep inside him also started to resurface, the feeling of hunger. The hunger had grown greater as he had used his remaining power. The headache he had had turn into the worst on he could remember, almost splitting his head in two. His body shivered and twitched as he tried to deny his instincts. "I can't, I won't"He repeated to himself as he felt his mouth water by the sight of flesh and blood. "I refuse to eat them" His stomach twisted and turned and Aku let out a groan of pain. Biting down on his lip he pushed himself away from his dad and into a corner. He sat there and felt his emotions and instincts play thug of war with him. His mouth watering while he himself bit down on his lip until he remembered something he could eat. Crawling out from the corner he made his way over to his pray, bloody hand prints stained the floor as he moved and soon he reached the puddle of a man. Reaching down into the bloody mess he felt substance and tor of a part of flesh. Holding it in front of his mouth he repeated "This or them, this or them" until he finally gathered the courage to bite down. However as soon as he felt the taste of the flesh he gagged and dropped the piece. Never had he tasted something so foul, something so disgusting and stomach turning. However only moments later he grabbed the piece back up and took another bite, this time managing to swallow some. The meal took a few hours as for every second piece he felt his whole system disagree with what he was forcing into it, but he kept it all down and kept forcing himself to eat more. "Last leg now" He said to himself as some sort of motivation to just get done, to just get this hell over with. Getting up Aku made his way to the shower. His body was numb and his face was emotionless, he was working on autopilot. His clothes made a splash as they hit the floor and as he stepped into the shower the water turned a crimson red. His knuckles stung as the water and soap ran down them and revealed the slight bruising and cuts the bludgeoning had led to. Stepping out of the shower he quickly dried himself, brushed his teeth and then found a bag. Going into his room he filled the bag with clothes and everything else essential. Down stairs he found the safe he knew was hidden in the wall and tried what he was sure was the code, but that didn't work. The ribbons shot out of his back and he ripped the safe to shreds and then quickly stuffed the money hidden inside into the bag. Making his way towards the door he stepped over the bodies littered around the living room and as he reached the door he turned and said "Thanks… thanks for everything" then he closed the door behind him, put on his hood and embarked into the dark .</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum. Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance. "No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..." As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."</s>	<\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" Yuuka was surprised to hear her name called and turned her head to face him. The boy standing in front of her was a real cutie. Looked foreign, brown and well-built, like a little mishka. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." This kid is the new recruit? He's not much older than Tatsumi would've been, if he... A noodle flopped freely and struck Yuuka right in her good eye, making her wince. Yuuka sighed and brushed the cup and the remaining noodles off of her head. "Sorry about that, there was a little thing with some other investigators and uh... anyway, it's unbecoming of me as an investigator to look so messy in front of my new partner. Feel free to chew me out later for my unprofessional behavior, Sergeant Hisoka sir!" she said, mock saluting. "So you're the newbie, huh? It's nice to meet you. My name's Yuuka. Matsuoka Yuuka, Special Investigator. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to call me." Yuuka held out her metal hand for Hisoka to shake.</s>
<\|description\|>Bakura Zatachi Ghoul Mask: Nicknames: World Eater Age: 22 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Bakura's Kagune generally takes the shape of 8 harpoon like appendages, with serrated blades that form half way until the end, that come out around the lower area of his back. The color of the appendges is a hue of orange to red with a mixture of purple as well. Bakura is also capable of fusing the appendages to form different shapes, such as claws and etc. Bakura's unique skill with his Kagune is the ability to fuse to fuse a pair of the appendges into 4, thicker appendages that now form heads with only a pair of razor sharp teeth. These heads each usually have a mind of their own when his Kakugan is not activated but move to his whim when it is. He is also capable of feeding through these heads, rather than having to take off his mask. RC Type: Rinkaku Personality: Bakura generally comes off a cold and emotionless person, usually shown with his nearly dead eyes and cold attitude. Bakura usually puts up a gentle front with people who he doesn't hate, but yet he still keeps the dead, cold eyes even with the kind attitude. His views on life are rather bleak and he believes only through strength could you change anything. Biography: Bakura was born and mostly raised in the 6th Ward, being taught how to hunt and fight by his intimidating mother and how to blend in from his gentle father. However, he much preferred spending time with his mother rather than his father. He respected her more than his own father as a child. Eventually, his parents were hunted down by Doves, but he shedded no tears. The time spent with his mother toughened him in order to deal with death. She engraved the saying into his brain "Hunters are never immune to being hunted" As time passed, Bakura grew stronger and eventually became the leader of the 6th Ward as the Doves were preoccupied. He gained the nickname Stinger due to his stinger looking Kagune. But his reign was cut short when a Special Investigator and his associate attacked him in broad daylight and dealt major damage. They believed he had died, however he miraculously managed to survive thanks to the help of Meat, Meat, MEAT! From then on, he began to work at the store during day while working his own schedule during the night under a new alias, World Eater, due to his new ability.</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters, Eighth Ward Yuuka sat on top of a cafeteria table with her legs crossed, in as much as you could call what she was doing with her freakish raptor legs "crossing them". She absentmindedly spun an empty cup of pudding around her black metal finger, not thinking of much in particular. At the edge of her hearing she could pick up some people talking about her, throwing around the usual accusations. "Freak", "pervert", "race traitor". It was nothing she hadn't heard before, so she chose to ignore it. Come to think of it, she thought as she spun the empty pudding cup around and around, wasn't she supposed to meet her new partner today? She'd been assigned one of the newbies after Koizumi-kun decided he didn't feel safe working with her anymore. Which she didn't get. How many Ghouls had she killed? Dozens? Hundreds maybe at this point? She was the safest person to be with in the middle of a Ghoul attack! She spun the cup with calculated force, and it landed perfectly in the trashcan ten feet away. She picked up her plastic-wrapped sandwich. In any case, this marked the fifth partner she'd lost. The rest had all either quit or asked to be reassigned. That part she understood perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most popular person in the CCG. Yuuka felt something wet hit the back of her head. Someone had thrown a cup of instant noodles at her. She picked some of the wet, floppy noodles out of her hair and then looked around for the perpetrator. Two CCG agents stood around snickering near the exit. She smiled, and waved at them. "Thanks for the noodles, guys! I was thinking I could use a hot dish to go with this sandwich!" The two panicked and ran. Were they honestly that surprised they'd been spotted when they'd done such a poor job of concealing their malicious intent? In any case, she didn't hold it against them. As long as she could kill Ghouls, she was fine. She took a sip from her cup of coffee house coffee, noodles still dangling out of her hair. Still, she hoped she would get along with her new partner this time. It might be nice having her own little newbie to mentor, to mold in her own image. Who knows, could be fun.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin made a beeline for his usual way away from the Dining Hall. The open streets had vagrants and homeless milling about slowly. The Dining Hall was not set up in a very…family friendly…neighbourhood. Still…with people like Ishin walking around not many places were family friendly these days. Like his club. Which also doubled as his house. And a hunting ground. He smiled a little and hefted the black duffel bag up higher on his shoulder as he walked through the neighbourhood. The dim glow of the street lights gave him a direct path. Not that he needed those lights. He breathed in through his nose deeply. He was slightly hungry and the scent of human flesh filled his nostrils with a sweet aroma. He sighed gently, his body shuddering gently as he focused on going home more than feasting. Another shudder and his skin on his shoulder blades rippled. Black began to creep over his eyes. He bit his tongue. Coppery taste rushed over his palate and he was normal again. He sighed gently and continued. Pushing his way through the crowd, making himself known to the staff, Ishin found himself at Dark Nights. The pumping rhythm gave him shudders of another kind as he watched numerous women, ghouls and humans, grinding along to the music. He may have to join them later. He made his way up to his office and found Chou waiting at his door. "ahhh…Totsuka-chan" He smiled and looked at her clothes, spattered in dry blood "new clothes and a new place to stay I assume?" he said quickly before opening the door to his office and walking in. He dumped the duffel bag down, his mask quickly pulled from the bag and placed on his desk. Dropping down in to the comfortable leather he looked around the office. It was all modern designed, glass desk…leather couch and everything a nice onyx colour. He gestured to the couch "sit down, tell me what's up" he rubbed the back of his neck gently.</s>	<\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi The roars of men cheering reached and echoed throughout Bakura's room, the noise even rattling some objects in the room. None of that mattered. The previous match had obviously riled up the Dining Hall. All he focused on was his heavy breathing as he glared at his hands that were twitching. He could hear the faint voice of the announcer "And now for the next show! On the right, we have one of your favorites and a classic show to watch! The Ghoul who's brutality knows no bounds! Who's strength knows no might! The S Class Ghoul...Rhino!!" The crowed roared in unison as a massive man in a gray suit walked out into the light. He raised his arms and roared, further hyping the people up. He wore a steel mask with a single giant horn. "And on the left, we have a mysterious newcomer! The man who will make an exhilarating debut against mighty Rhino, the unclassified Ghoul World Eater!!" The spectator's chuckled and talked down on Bakura "Hahaha poor fool. To have to face an S Class Ghoul right off the bat" "Its as if he wants him to die" "Look at that, he's not even coming out" "We should be betting on how quickly he dies rather than who dies" They all laughed, self absorbed in the atmosphere. However, the spectators began to become annoyed that the challenger had yet to shown himself "What is this?! Where is he!?" At that moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the room. All eyes turned as Bakura, now dressed as World Eater, walked out into the open from his room. His intense glare was set on one man as he ignored the rest, his prey Rhino. He calmly walked to the stage, leaping up to the platform and glaring up into Rhino's eyes. Rhino chuckled. "You think you can take me puny man?!" He grinned behind his mask, his eyes filling bloodlust as they shifted into black and red. He raised his arms and slammed them downwards towards Bakura. Rhino didn't want to bother showing his Kagune. He wanted to save that excitement for the next show. However, instead of blood and chunks of meat, Rhino only crushed the concrete where Bakura was at. Before being able to react, Bakura had leapt into the air and send a powerful elbow to the top of the man's head. It wasn't enough to take him out though, instead only angered him. Rhino thrashed his head around, hitting Bakura in the stomach with the pointed horn. Luckily, his body was easily capable of withstanding that kind of attack. "That actually hurt. I wanted to save this but you pissed me off" Rhino said, his eyes shaking with rage. From his back, he activated his Koukaku Kagune. It surrounded his entire right arm in a giant Rhino looking gray horn. With surprising speeds, Rhino swung his massive Kagune and hit Bakura square on his side. Bakura barely managed to soften the blow, but at the cost of his left arm being completely broken. Bakura was sent spiraling and skidding across the ground, crashing into the wall. The crowd roared in excitement, yelling Rhino's name like some type of cult chant. Bakura got up, blood dripping down his left arm and out of his mouth. He could already tell he wouldn't be able to use his left arm for the rest of the fight. By that only excited him further. "My turn" Bakura's eyes quickly shifted into a mix of black and red, his 8 harpoon like appendages sprouting from his lower back. Bakura ran towards Rhino with incredible speeds, far too fast for Rhino to keep up with. But before reaching him, Bakura skidded to slow down as he fired 4 of his appendages like rockets at Rhino's limbs. Rhino swung his Kagune to smack them away, however they quickly changed course to evade his slower Kagune and dug into his chest. Bakura quickly followed up by pulling himself in, landing on the surprised Rhino's giant chest. "W-what" Bakura's other 4 appendages wrapped around Rhino's Kagune and began to tightly squeeze it. "the fuck are you" Bakura grinned, opening his mouth wide as his gas mask snapped open to reveal his salivating mouth. Without hesitating, Bakura quickly took a large piece out of Rhino's shoulder where his Kagune was at. Rhino roared in agony and rage, the pain sending him into a berserk like state. He swung his Kagune with all his might, hitting Bakura's wide open ribs due to him feasting on Rhino's shoulder. Bakura gritted his teeth as he was sent flying into the cages' opposite side, blood splurging out of his mouth as he made contact with them and fell. Rhino was heavily panting, grabbing his wound with his free hand. "I've seen my fair share of crazies. But that look in your eyes, I can't let you live" He began to walk towards Bakura, raising his Kagune to deliver the final blow. "Must eat....must eat....must....EAT" Bakura's Kagune straightened out and rose into the air, its beauty captivating the spectators and even Rhino. However, that wasn't the only thing they were drawn to. The appendages began to look as if they were morphing or fusing, the spectators watching in shock and amusement. They appendages shifted shape once they had fused, now into the shape of four vicious looking heads with razor sharp teeth. Bakura quickly raised his head to look at Rhino, his eyes on the verge on insanity. One of the heads took a bite of Rhino's ankle, causing him to yell. Bakura pulled himself towards Rhino with the head as he skidded towards Rhino. Rhino, in a state of panic raised Kagune to send it downwards at Bakura. Instead, that was his own downfall. Leaving himself wide open, Bakura sent another head to take a giant bite right at his armpit reaching up his shoulder. Rhino was unable to move his Kagune now due to the head who refused to let go of his flesh. All he could do was watch as his inevitable death came. Bakura sent his other heads to bite Rhino's other arm and leg as Bakura pulled himself to Rhino's neck. A wide grin was on Bakura's face "Dinner tastes best when doused in fear" He took a large bite out of Rhino's neck, tearing off the flesh from his bones. Rhino dropped to his knees, blood pouring out the gaping hole in his throat. His last sight was Bakura's deranged eyes with his Kagune behind him, as if they were laughing at him. THUD His body dropped, dying. But it wasn't over, not for Bakura atleast. He flipped Rhino over and began to feed on his Kagune and Kakuhou. The crowd watched in silence as the sound of crunching and chewing echoed in the room. "....." A spectator began to clap, as another began to follow, and another. Soon the whole room was standing on their feet as they cheered "World Eater". None of that mattered though, Bakura only wanted to eat after all. He stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth as his eyes returned to their usual cold expression. He limped away from the ring and back into his room, hoping to escape through the back undetected.</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum. Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance. "No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..." As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" Yuuka was surprised to hear her name called and turned her head to face him. The boy standing in front of her was a real cutie. Looked foreign, brown and well-built, like a little mishka. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." This kid is the new recruit? He's not much older than Tatsumi would've been, if he... A noodle flopped freely and struck Yuuka right in her good eye, making her wince. Yuuka sighed and brushed the cup and the remaining noodles off of her head. "Sorry about that, there was a little thing with some other investigators and uh... anyway, it's unbecoming of me as an investigator to look so messy in front of my new partner. Feel free to chew me out later for my unprofessional behavior, Sergeant Hisoka sir!" she said, mock saluting. "So you're the newbie, huh? It's nice to meet you. My name's Yuuka. Matsuoka Yuuka, Special Investigator. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to call me." Yuuka held out her metal hand for Hisoka to shake.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! The relatively empty shop stood in the dark with its yellow lights standing out without a sound coming from the inside. In the kitchen, a young worker was in the kitchen, seated on a stool with his earphones on, bent over the marble table with all sorts of ingredients, silverware and spices pushed away to make room for a pencil case and notebook. Along with some scribbles around what seemed like math questions, there were some small writings that were actually related to the topic. The boy tapped on the table with the back of his pencil, simply staring at the sheet of paper in front of him. His free hand went to look for the cup of coffee he'd poured earlier. Once he realized that he couldn't find it, he raised his head to look forward emptily. After a few seconds, the young man lazily got to his feet, tugging his earphones out and moving away to pour some coffee. Not every night was this boring for him, of course. Once every few weeks or sometimes even days, he'd spend a night out, getting a nice meal and taking a walk. It was like a ritual. He'd walk out, going down the street he lived on, look for anyone that might catch his eyes. If he found anyone, he'd give them stories, names, jobs... Trying to figure out what kind of people they were like. Sometimes he'd even approach them and even get to know who they were, inside out. But tonight was simple. Simple was good sometimes...</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi Junpaku In the streets of District 8, Izumi Junpaku, better known for her monikeer of 'Hunter Spider' while wearing her mask, is destroying a single camera she ripped from the walls. With both of her kagunes, she wildly smashes it, until nothing is left. "Damn guy! who does he think he is, spying on us like this! This is just the law of the jungle! Let us feed on your corpse all ready!" After her little fit of rage, Izumi calmed down with a sigh. "One of these days, though." With that, she put her kagune back to where it belonged. Out of sight. It was bad enough that she felt angry after feeling that someone was watching her. "I could care less whether it is that guy from CCG or the so called "Checkmate", it pisses me off that they want to spy on me." The girl with the tiny frame left the alley she was in after smashing the camera to pieces, of course, not before taking her mask off. Outside, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She had left some of her human friends waiting for her in a coffee shop (thank god it was coffee shop), so she made her way there again. "Sorry to make you wait girls!" Izumi said while approaching the table, but when she got there, there was no one there anymore. "Wha? Where did these girls go? That's totally not cool, just leaving me hanging like that." Searching through her handbag, Izumi takes her cellphone and checks for any messages, and sure, there it was, a message saying they'd miss cram school if they did not hurry. "These girls... there's such a thing as manners. Well, what can you do." She blocked her phone and put it away in her handbag again with a sigh, that quickly turned into a smirk. "Well, I guess the hunting starts earlier today." Out of the coffee shop, she decided to go to the popular restaurant with the silly name, Meat, Meat, MEAT! Maybe they had some special request on something, maybe a shortage of meat, contrary to what one would think because of the name. She went by the back door and knocked, waiting for anyone to come greet her. "Heeey! It's me, Izumi Junpaku charity services! Is anyone there?" She said, playfully. CCG HQ Leader of CCG Ward 8, Asuya Futsuyo, made his way by the hall towards the cafeteria. He had in his hands his smartphone, with the screen completely darkened, at least, from an outsiders point of view. Someone was walking beside him, but Asuya quickly moved his phone out of the man's line of sight. "What? Did you lose something?" Asuya asks the young man walking beside him, who looks positevely surprised at Asuya being so defensive about that kind of thing. "U-Um, no? I was just wondering, can you even see your phone like that, sir? I mean, it is pitch dark from where I am standing!" The man says, while they both continue walking. Soon, the cafeteria is near their sights. Asuya opens it with one of his hands, with a smirk on his face as he is about to explain things to the new boy that was assigned as his underling. "Hmph, you are so behind in the world of security, my friend. This is a privacy screen protector. Shoulder surfers like you are rendered useless with this baby." Asuya says, feeling quite proud of himself. Before having a chance to reply, though, Asuya snatches away the papers he had been carrying until now. In front of Yuuka and Hisoka's table, Asuya slammed the pile of papers onto it. "Matsuoka, Araujo, glad to see you are already getting to know each other, and since this'll be your first day, I will be assigning an easy mission to the two of you. You are to go after the A rank, Knight. Of course, this mission is easy because of who your partner is. Don't screw up. And Matsuoka? Stop being so damn messy, won't you? Everything you damage is paid directly from MY paycheck." His subordinate could only think that the rumors of him being a true paranoid were true, as Asuya explained things to the pair. He then left, decided to hand other people their missions.</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo The Special Investigators antics were unexpected. In Hisoka's mind, the Special Class of investigators were these aloof entities who were completely dedicated to the role of Ghoul Investigator. While he could certainly see aspects of the latter point in her body alone, Special Class Matsuoka was not exactly as...distant as he was expecting. She saluted, and she let out the slightest of chuckles. "Matsuoka-san, if anyone has earned the right to be a little unprofessional in the cafeteria, it is the Special Class investigators." He reassured her, reaching out to take her metallic hand without pause or shock, giving it a firm shake. "I hope our partnership will be fruitful, Matsuoka-san. I hear you are quite skilled." He finally moved to sit down across from her, about to try and strike up some more conversation until a stack of papers came slamming down infront of them, obscuring short Hisoka's vision of his partner and drawing his attention to Asuya. Hisoka had yet to meet the head of 8th Wards CCG, as his transfer and assigning had been handled by 1st Ward HQ. This first meeting said a lot about the man, from appearance and tone alone. Asuya got the job done, by any means necessary. Also a bit paranoid. "Don't screw up." Asuya said. Hisoka would be lying if he said that did not annoy him somewhat - as a child who had only really excelled at his role, it was something he was not used to and something he would have to get used to. It was one thing to get lucky to kill a B Rating ghoul and impress your teachers at the academy, but it was another to go out as an Investigator and actively hunt ghouls. A reality which would become clear to him in the future, for sure. "Yes sir, we will handle it." Hisoka said with a slight nod, reaching out to start parsing through the piles of paper. One of the things taught at the Academy was dissection and digestion of appropriate information from stacks of paper like this and, like anything else involving ghouls, Hisoka had grown quite good at it - although with a poor start. When Asuya was a distance away, Hisoka spoke up. "He's odd." A polite way of saying 'I'm not sure if I'm a fan of him'.</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura roamed through the sewers, staggering and crashing into the walls as he walked aimlessly. He pulled off his mask, dry blood still around his mouth. He wiped it away before falling against a wall and slumping to his ass. He looked up at the roof of the sewers, the sound of rats squeaking and water dripping was all he could hear. "Like hell I'm gonna let myself die here" He staggered up, continuing to walk through the sewers. This time he knew where to go. Bakura had previously taken out numerous cameras at certain spots for him to use as passages between the sewers and the streets. He removed the manhole and climbed up the ladder with his one good arm, struggling the entire time and even falling down once. From there, he walked back to Meat! Meat! MEAT! everything seeming to be a blur. To the cameras, he would look like just every other drunk person while in reality he was a Ghoul in critical condition. He walked up the front door of the shop, hitting it open. The bell's chime rang through the room as Bakura entered, holding his broken left arm and still with his hood on. He lifted his head, blood and bruises all over his face. His eyes were cold as he looked at Edward "I...need some help" He collapsed forward, his snow white hair breaking out of its ponytail and flying out into the open. He thudded on the ground, only with enough strength to barely keep his consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin spun on his chair as Chou began to get changed. He placed his mask in his lap and looked over the metal surface. A few nicks and scratches marred the appearance of the stained glass section. He sighed gently. He really needed to finish his other mask, he spun around one of the walls that held a collection of masks. Fallen ghoul masks was his excuse to any and all CCG that walked into his office. He remembered one such meeting with the rumoured 'Race Traitor' Dove. That was sure an interesting encounter. He sympathised with her more that he disliked that Investigator. He knew full well how it was to be caught between two worlds. Every humane Ghoul knew the struggle. He allowed himself a brief smile after entertaining the idea of attempting to convince that Dove to fall from the lofty heights. He laughed gently to himself before looking to Chou "Yes, let's go." Ishin stood, throwing on his customary black trench coat and wrapping his neck in a crimson bandage. Mask in one hand, Chou's hand in the other, Ishin pushed through the crowds and out into the fresh air. People had entered the club and the line was now very thin. He could smell only a single human…and they were drunk. He could hear a gentle heartbeat. He sighed softly…drunk humans were the worst to have laying around. He looked at Chou "wait here." Making his way to the lain out form, he sighed. A passed out woman. He lifted her into his arms and made his way back to Chou and the bouncer "Put her up in the drunk tank" he said as he hefted her into the bouncer's arms. The bouncer nodded and left, allowing Ishin to walk back to Chou "apologies…" he grabbed her hand once more and walked out of sight of humans, down an alley near one of the taller buildings of the neighbourhood. Slipping on the plated metal helmet, his kagune ripped forward. Using his wings he looked up and shot into the air, landing in a crouch on the roof. His kagune settled back down and he looked out over the expanse of ward 8. Here were three large factions that held dominion over the Ward. His eyes shifted to the ghoul restaurant. An alliance between him and them was yet to be struck without some apprehension. His eyes then flicked to the monstrous eyesore that was CCG headquarters. He gave a short soft growl before looking around. The Hunt was on….</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai made his way through the ward and with every step he felt a bit more hopeless. It was only a question of time before someone would find his parents and the bloody mess on the floor and contact the cops or better yet the CCG. 19 years had passed in his life and not once had he hunted down a human for food, he had just eaten the scraps his dad managed to drag home. So now after 19 years of living undercover in safety everything was going to get blow because some asshole had to eat his parents."Congratulations Aku, your officially a murderer" but saying it only brought a small smile onto his face "Well... a ghoul murderer" The bag felt heavy after a while and he had to sit down somewhere. The bag was filled with every piece of clothing and every shred of cash he could find in the house so it being heavy was a given. He sank down at the corner of a small shop and just sat there and looked up at the sky, it looked so peaceful up there. "Is heaven a thing mom ?"</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou Chou followed after Ishin, and hand in hand they walked through the crowd of people. As they made their way to the exit, the smell of a drunk human filled her nose, which was rather expected given their location. Chou tensed, but rather than step for the easy kill, Ishin told Chou to stand back. Idly standing, Chou picked at her dress as she wondered how anyone thought frills were ever a good idea to wear, looking up at the reappearance of her guardian. He smelled even more strongly of human, but she knew he didn't kill whatever drunkard he'd come across. It was too close to home, and too boring of an adventure. "Un," she nodded with affirmation as her hand reached for Ishin's hand, the two rising to the sky with the older ghoul's aid. Chou, despite her wings, couldn't fly, and scaling the walls- while easy- wouldve hindered Ishin's speed. So, she gratefully accepted the free ride, her hands slipping on her mask after he did. It was one of her own design, crudely coloured with a crayon she'd found in the streets. As her focus heightened with the placement of the mask, her nose twitched at the scent of blood- human. Her gaze wandered alongside Ishin's before pointing towards a lone figure leaning against a closed shop, unsuspecting. "There's one," she noted, excitement too great to stop her from dropping down, forgetting that Ishin was supposed to be making calls and that she was supposed to be hunting girls for her attire issues. Her kagune escaped from her back, shielding her fall by pushing her up and throwing her further over rooftops, her feet never touching the ground, stopping on the rooftop just before the boy as their eyes made contact. She stilled, wondering how he knew she was coming, frowning as the mix of human blood mixed with something more foul. Ghoul. Leaping down the final rooftop, she stepped in front of the blonde teen, her wings hovering intimidatingly before her. "No hunting here," she warned, "This isn't your hunting ground."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! As Edward got out of the kitchen carrying the menus, he raised his head to see what he first thought to be another late customer. It took him a moment to realize that it was his co-worker Bakura. After a couple of slow steps, the cook heard the faint plea for help, rushing over to his side. As Bakura's body fell, Edward kneeled by his side. He lifted the half-conscious young man and quickly set him on a secluded booth's seats. Pushing the swinging door, he rushed into the kitchen and ran his hand through some packages in the storage room. He grabbed one and made his way back to the room, grabbing the two menus that he'd dropped on the counter and carelessly tossing them at a table as he kept moving towards Bakura. Edward pushed the table aside and unwrapped the tip of the package, placing the open part right in front of the young man's mouth from which some condensed human flesh leaded. "Eat up. I'll pour you some coffee," the boy said quietly and walked over to the other two, waiting for their order.</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka chuckled. "You think he's weird? You're an investigator now, kid. Trust me, things are about to get a whole lot weirder. Now let's see what we've got here." Yuuka grabbed a pile of papers and began power-reading them, showing incredible focus unlike anything Hisoka had seen from her so far. When it came to Ghouls, Special Investigator Matsuoka was all business. "A-rank Knight, real name and/or other aliases unknown. Male, six foot four, other distinguishing characteristics unknown. Koukaku-user. Kagune takes the form of a black elongated spear which he wields riding atop a large black horse or motorcycle. Subject has proven evasive, most likely knows the locations of all the cameras in the city. I think we can infer an ambush. Our best bet is to lure him out of hiding so we can face him on equal footing. What do you think, 3rd rank investigator Hisoka?"</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo There were a few things about Knight which really stuck out to Hisoka, taking a few moments of silence to contemplate the information, ensuring what he was about to say was not utterly mad. "...A ghoul that owns both a horse and motorcycle and can afford to maintain them to the point of being able to shake pursuit. Properly looking after a horse in this climate can be anything from 170,000 yen upwards a year, and motorcycles are incredibly costly in their own right. We're looking for a person who is relatively comfortable, six foot, and possibly has an interest in Western History given their dedication to the role. Is there a blacksmith in either this District or the neighbouring ones?" It was verbal diarrhoea for the most part, but she did ask for his thoughts. Hisoka bit down on his thumb, more ideas coming to mind. It was difficult to know what exact year Knight became active, but a first recorded incident would be enough to work backwards from - enough to create a good assumption. "I think we should ambush the ambusher..." He started, looking up into the eyes of Yuuka. It appeared they were similar in some way, his red orbs carrying a completely different feeling than the kind, if confused, look that was in them before. "If we can start to figure out his identity, then we can catch him unaware in the middle of his cover life. More likely to bring him back in alive, less likely to be ready for a fight."</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai prepared for the impact of the hammer, he was ready for the pain that would come with however it was his best ticket out of here. It was just one problem, Chou. Somehow she had managed to get between Akurai and the hammer and she absorbed most of the blow from it, lucky her kagune took most of the force. "He wants us to run" Akurai said just before he took both the Dove and Chou's advice. "Chou you better come after me in one piece!" With that Akurai jumped onto the closest roof and started to move, he needed to find someone who could help. There was no way Chou would win this fight and saddly thee was only one person he knew, Ishin.</s> <\|message\|>Keiji Junichiro. Kusime Institute Keiji would walk through the streets of Tokyo in order to reach the all known school: Kusime Institute. It was not that he enjoyed spending his time in one classroom for the rest of the day. The reason why he did not mind to go there was because it somehow let him feel a bit more human than he actually was. I mean... a ghoul is not really the most welcome person in the world as he would go on random killing sprees from time to time to silence his hunger in order not to attack in a public place which would result in him... dead. There was however a bit of humour in it since it would actually be his punishment for killing all those other people in this city just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he could change himself, the first thing would be to revert his eating habits into those of a human so he would stand out less than he already was. Or so he thought so. Having to puke everything out after taking only one bite out of a sandwich was not exactly the most favorable experience that anyone could ask for. Before he knew it, he already arrived at the school he went to. His first year in college. It was for most people an exciting time and maybe also a scary one as one could not expect how it would be there. But that was what it was all about, is it not? How could one live without any spark of adrenaline running through their veins and just witter their days at home on the couch. Well, that was not too bad now that he thought about it. But one could go mad for being locked up too long of a time. His thumbs would slip into the pockets of his pants as he would walk through the gates of the domain. His eyes would roam over the several windows to see if any classes had already started and of course there were. Well, it was not that abnormal that there were actually people in there. It would be weird if there was no one, as if it was some ghost building or something like that. A yawn would escape from his lips, almost unable to close his mouth again. The thought of the need of sleeping more popped up inside of his head as he had only three hours of sleep today. Not the best thing that he could do as he knew he had class the moment he would wake up.</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo CCG 8th District HQ "I know what I'm doing." He puffed out his cheeks in a petulant manner, making his way to the buildings exit. "I guess it's my first time actively hunting a ghoul, yeah. But that does not mean I don't know how to fight them!" He quickly pointed out with a raised finger, looking back to Matsuoka, his smile showing a little bit of teeth. "Valedictorian. I was really bad at a few subjects, but my average was higher than everyone else's thanks to Combat Education and Ghoul Biology." Hisoka puffed his chest out proudly, looking back infront of him with shut eyes and a wide smile. Of course, that would only go on to reveal another one of his odd traits. Although it was unknown over what, Hisoka tripped forward and landed face first with a rather painful sounded 'thud', lower back raised in the air. How embarrassing. Slowly lifting himself upwards, Hisoka brushed off his front with a clear of his throat, trying to return to his near-professional demeanor as if nothing happened. "Should I drive?" He asked, trying quickly to divert any attention from his fall to a different matter, hiding the burst of red on his cheeks. Yuuka couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Sure thing. Just uh, be a little more careful behind the wheel, okay?" The Special Investigator and her new partner exited the cafeteria. Yuuka shoved a hand into the pocket of her CCG blazer, expecting to find her car keys, but she came out with only a fist full of empty air. In the end, she wound up patting herself down to find her keys. "Where did I..." she said, pausing as she came to a slow realization. Awkwardly (perhaps more for Hisoka than his partner), Yuuka reached into her cleavage with a black hand and retrieved a set of keys which she started swinging around on her index finger. "I always lose these things in the weirdest places..." she muttered. Alarms blared. Yuuka snapped to attention, but quickly realized she was already at the centre of it. With one foot on the other side of an active RC cell detector, her Quinque prosthetics had tripped the alarm. Guards flooded into the room, packing guns armed with Q bullets. They took aim at Yuuka. She sighed. "Relax, boys. It's just me again." She held up her badge and her license, and immediately everyone lowered their weapons, mumbling and groaning about the trouble Yuuka had caused them. Yet more fuel for quiet gossip. "Sorry about that, Hisoka-kun. These Rc cell detectors aren't calibrated to tell my prosthetics apart from real Ghouls. They keep telling me they're gonna fix it, but they never do. I'm supposed to exit through a special door so this doesn't happen, but I guess I got a little careless, what with how excited I was." She dropped the sweaty keys in her subordinate's open hands. "My car's over here. You'll probably recognize it once you see it. It's the one that's all beat up and stuff." The car in question was more than beat up. It was dented, scratched, dinged, keyed, and even missing a mirror in an astonishing display of ignorance towards road safety. Either someone had gone to town on this car, or Yuuka should've been barred from driving ever again. "You still wanna drive, right?" Hisoka said nothing, taking the keys and approaching the beat up car. It's not that he refused to say anything, but more that he could not find the words. Ignoring the feeling of the keys, he unlocked the car doors, slipping into the drivers side. Just like moments before, he tried to redirect the conversation to something less awkward for him. Never mind the fact his face was beet red. "When I was going through the academy, I was always thinking about ways to hurt ghouls without a quinque or Q-bullets. Knight reminded me of something I thought up. Ghoul skin is tough, really tough, but it's not hard. If you poked it, it'd be all squishy and stuff, but if you stabbed it the knife would probably just bounce off." With them both strapped in, he started the car, testing the engine a little to get it started, "In a purely scientific sense, things cannot be hard and tough. It's a scale, I guess. The reason why maces were so effective against full plated knights was because they bent the armor, rather than trying to stab through it. Ghoul skin is a little bit tougher than that." He paused, pulling out of the CCG carpark, eyes on the road. "When things freeze, they become hard, but not necessarily tough. Take a rubber ball for example; if you hit it with a hammer, then it'd just bounce off. But if you froze that ball, then hit it with a hammer, it'd smash. This should apply to the body of a ghoul." He finished, the embarrassment of the earlier exchange having faded away behind his vocalised thoughts. "...So I was thinking, if I threw liquidized difluoroethane at a ghoul, it would freeze the surface it hit and make it easier to break, exposing whatever is under the tough layer of skin and some of the flesh." Hisoka's phone went off in his pocket, drawing his eye from the road momentarily. He quickly reached for it, placing it down on the car dash as he drove towards downtown. "Could you check that, Matsuoka-san?" Of course, it was a news flash. Knight's most recent actions and his challenge to Yuuka. Note: Collab between Turbo and Art</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Shina Morizumi Morizumi didn't need long to spot the cause of all the commotion, but to her great surprise she was wrong about her earlier guess. Very, very wrong. She recognized the mask of the nightmarish ghoul shouting at her. Though she didn't remember what rank he came with, the scenery at hand suggested A if not higher. "A rank. By no means to be taken on alone. Only engage in pairs, always wait for backup." A voice resounding from her subconscious reminded her of the rules she herself enforced wherever she went. Without knowing if this guy was S rank or worse, it was virtually suicide for a rank 2 investigator. But she was no longer a rank 2 investigator. Right off the bat she didn't like how well-informed this ghoul was, but more importantly, he seemed to know the Clown. "You know a lot." , she replied calmly, walking towards the ghoul who just ravaged half a truckload of CCG personnel hardly breaking a sweat. "Surely you know the name your kind calls me." she continued, directing the cold and condescending glare of her remaining eye at the abomination before her. Her thumb slowly traveled to the button on the handle of her suitcase, the mechanism to unfold her quinque into the brutal killing tool that gave Morizumi her nickname. With the press of a button, Shina's entire posture changed. She held onto the handle of her weapon as it transformed from its dormant state, pointing the rapidly expanding greatsword diagonally at the ground behind her. The impact between her still reshaping quinque and the ground catapulted the woman towards Ishin at impressive speed, almost reaching ghoul-level velocity. Her body needed half a second to stomach the G-forces from this inhuman acceleration. Then, utilizing the weapons inertia, she rotated around her own z-axis to swing the giant, thorn-covered quinque in a wide, almost perfectly horizontal arch. The enormous strike ended up being a 210° swing, starting from straight behind her and ending roughly where the ghoul had crouched down. She didn't expect to hit him, but chances were that he was surprised by the sudden approach or get scraped by the teeth of the weapon. At any rate, Morizumi ended the gargantuan attack holding Misery in front of her body, like a deadly defensive barrier covered in thorns. The rust-like stains of dried blood on her weapon both contrast and similarity to Ishins Kagune at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Knight People seemed to arrive in hordes, while the man in full body armor continued killing, until there were no longer anymore humans standing around for him to just stab and kill. He looked at the group of doves approaching in quickly, and that Ishin brat helping him out against them. Well, since that Cannibal Corpse gal still hadn't arrived there, Knight could have as well just ignored them and keep on with his rampage. Still, something told him he'd be getting some action soon. It was time for him to go on to the next stage of his plan. In a single motion, he got rid of his mask and upper body armor. His eyes were the typical for ghouls, black and red. "I have watched as ghouls are treated as monsters for a very long time. Maybe we are. We are a species created to predate on humans, and yet, you dare take from us our only way of feeding ourselves. Yes, it may be murder, yes, it may be 'bad'. But, can't the same be said about humans killing livestock just to eat. It is arrogant of you humans to think you are at the top of the food chain. Today, I will show you....." From Knight's back, another thing came out, just like his black kagune, though this time it was silver with black. It started wrapping around both of his legs and also covered his face again, just like if it were a helmet, leaving only his mouth unobstructed. "Why Ghouls are the next step of evolution!" After finishing his speech, he saw another group of doves approaching him from behind. With a simple smile, Knight seemingly disappeared, and then appeared again behind the Doves, and slashed through a lot of them with a single kick. "You doves like to rate us, as if we were animals, when the only animals here are you. Livestock without any kind of real value! Still, I'm going to make you a favor and use those same ratings for my current strength. With this kakuja, I am what you'd call a SS class ghoul. Do you have what it takes?!" --- Asuya [color=8882be]"Of course something's going on! Hell's rising up and we will have to make do with the leftovers!" Asuya said, now on the road and headed towards the important mission he had told Hikari about in the phone. "Knight is rampaging, but we got ourselves a guy just as important. We were given a tip on where we can find No Face. He will lead us to Harlequin. If we do this right, you might end up getting a rise, you know?" Asuya said. "So, Investigator Hikari, are you ready? It'll be one hell of a ride."</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo Even if Hisoka had not had all the camera's in the city aiding him through his work phone, the CCG radio channel chatter and decent vision, it would not have been hard to find Knight. All you had to do was follow where people seemed to be fleeing from where the self-proclaimed SS-rating ghoul was going on a rampage. Kakuja, there was an interesting topic. "Matsuoka-san, did you know you can potentially make multiple quinque from a ghoul who has acquired a kakuja? Not to mention if we bring Knight in, we can make special use of the armour capabilities of a Kakuja. Other investigators could be armed with enhancing armour, if the rumours about the Corpsepicker Armour are true." He spoke clinically, seeming to be a neverending encyclopaedia on ghouls and ways to combat/make use of them. It was almost sad, to see an 18 year old at this level already. He suddenly smiled, almost dissonantly given the urgency of the situation. "It'd also be nice to have a potentially S-rating ghoul as my first take-down." Clearly breaking the speed limit in Yuuka's dinged up car, Hisoka pushed the old banger to its limit, the sound of its strained engine audiable to even the preoccupied Knight from a distance away. Hisoka turned a corner sharply, the car leaning to ride on only the right side wheels, swerving so Yuuka's side of the car faced the now-SS-rating ghoul. "Matsuoka-san, go! I'll draw Knights attention. You go around and wait for an oppritunity." Hisoka advised to his superior, a plan he had been thinking of on his way here coming to form. --- As horrible as it was to say, the dead Investigators were useful. A battle plan was already in place. Tristan 1/20. The quinque its self was made up of twenty arrows, the sturdy recurve bow was just the means of firing them which came with it. Where Q Bullets did some damage to ghouls (more than a standard bullet), the Tristan 1/20 surpassed them in every way in exchange for being harder to hit. In the right hands, it could very well be one of the most deadly quinque to come out of the CCG in the past year - quiet, unsuspecting and fast. Hisoka aligned quinque, bow and target, one eye squinted somewhat. The element of surprise was his at range, so long as Knight did not turn around as he was firing. He waited on the wind... A gust against his back. There. The red-tinted arrow launched through the air, only a faint whistle acting as its heralded as it headed straight for Knight's upper back. Hisoka dropped the bow, immidiately reaching for a bladed quarterstaff quinque collected along the way, a common design amongst Investigators. Reliable, tough and downright dangerous to be on the other end of. No matter the outcome of the shot, Hisoka spoke. "A-rating Ghoul, Knight was it? Matsuoka-san could not make it. She had to deal with an S-rating somewhere..." The boy spoke in a purposely formal and dismissive tone. "They sent me instead. Rank 3 Investigator. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." The mentioning of his rank was an insult in its own right. "You know, Ghouls don't pick their own rating. I don't think you really know how the rating system works, honestly. I'd say you're still an A, at least, an S at most." He got into stance with the quarterstaff, a nameless quinque to Hisoka, readying himself to fend off Knight if he charged.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Langley Dove Appearance: Height: 1.76m Weight: 60 kg Build: Though he isn't too muscular for an investigator, he's quite nimble and acrobatic. Nicknames: Black Lance Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 2 Quinque: [Rank A Bikaku Type - Blind] A black, long spear with an edge that reaches back to the grip, forming a guard at the upper point. Personality: The best way to describe how Luca views the ghouls is with a certain degree of pity and disgust. Unlike many of his colleagues, he doesn't really hate all ghouls; though of course, there are certain ones that he does despise. When he speaks to them, be it during a fight or outside, he almost always acts the same way he always does: timid and kind, though this attitude hardly reflects on his fighting style. Biography: Luca was born to a poor family that could hardly make a living, though they were rather happy. The first decade of his life was rather simple. He didn't do much other than some pickpocketing and running around. At the time Luca had turned 10, a couple of men in suits had arrived to their broken down home instead of his parents, leading him out to another home with dozens of other children. Not really knowing what was going on, the boy was told that his parents were killed at the factory they worked at by a rampaging ghoul. Of course, he felt rage and seeked for revenge at that young age. It had been two years before he was actually allowed to go to the CCG academy, by which time he'd already decided that the notion of vengeance was rather idiotic. Once in the academy, he was still determined to graduate successfully, and he did so. At 18, he became a full-fledged investigator, given his Rank 2 title like all graduates and a quinque. By the next year, he was able to kill six C ranks, two B ranks and one A rank, whose kagune he used to make his current quinque 'blind'. Skill: -Impressive skill with spear -Self taught fighting style based on light-footed movement and learned Ghoul Appearance: Ghoul Mask: The masks that appear in the images Name: Edward Thawes Nicknames: Banshee, Grinning Ghoul Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: [A as Banshee, S~ as Grinning Ghoul] RC type: Ukaku Kagune: Like in the first image, the ukaku looks like a thick, liquid wing that flutters in the air. Its roots are made of white crystallized bases with thorns sticking out. He can shoot out needle shaped projectiles by solidifying the ukaku into a crystallized kagune, and while this mode loses the kagune's mobility, it's harder. When it's in its crystallized form, two smaller wings that are currently too short to be useful stick out from beneath the base of the upper wings. As Edward grows stronger, the solidified form can be better moulded and the liquid form grows exponentially. The kagune expands from 8 kakuhou, each wing from one and the spikes from others. Personality: As a member of the human community, Edward is an enthusiastic and outgoing highschool student who is loyal to his friends. As a ghoul, he's a little different. He can be quite merciless during his biweekly hunt, revealed by the usually present maniacal smile he has while he feeds. He prefers to kill quickly as to mainly not cause the victim much pain. This habit stuck later on due to his growing sympathy for certain humans. Biography: Edward lived his entire life in the 8th district with only his father for as long as he could remember. The man was a ghoul that was never encountered by the CCG and a well-respected psychiatrist among the humans. During Edward's younger years, his father only brought him food, not letting the boy hunt for himself. After he started his first year at Kusime Institute, Edward started walking to school. Once every few weeks, he'd start to hunt, sometimes even fighting some ghouls to steal their meals or even have them as his dinner. This habit was put to a stop when his father learned. Although he was allowed to continue hunting on his own, he wasn't allowed to try and steal from other ghouls. At the age of 16, Edward started looking for a side job upon his father's request so that he could 'learn how to be responsible'. One place he was looking into for work was Meat, Meat, MEAT!, where he simply worked as a cook, and a rather good one for a ghoul. Even if the food disgusted him, he could follow and sometimes alter the recipes quite well. From time to time, he would bring some human meat for the ghouls, packaged. During his hunt for ghouls that come to Meat Meat MEAT!, he uses a cloak and hood that covers the upper body and the upper face and a half-gas mask that only covers the lower face, using his more fluid kagune form that wraps around his neck loosely once. When hunting for himself, he wears a mask of his own design (on paper) that looks like a smiling void face without a mouth. As this ghoul, he uses the crystallized form. As both, he has had few encounters with doves so both have different ranks in their documents.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria Luca pushed one of the doors of the cafeteria open with the tip of his foot and squeezed into the room before it quickly moved to shut. The briefcase in hand got stuck between the doors. Once he'd felt the tug when he tried to walk a way, he pulled it to himself and let the door rest on the other. Looking around, the flustered young investigator tried to find his newly assigned partner. He'd received information about having gotten assigned to be partnered with another dove around the same age and rank. He'd looked through his file before. He seemed like a decent dove and Luca couldn't really complain. It would be nice to have a partner that was around his age. He could have a good, proper friend for once. He looked over at one of the tables, seeing a young man looking at some papers in those beige covers. From behind, he couldn't really discern whether or not it was him but he decided to take a risk and approach him. "Good evening," he said, blindly sitting across him. Finally catching a glimpse of his face, he let out a weak sigh of relief. Oh, thank god it's him... "My name's Luca Langley. Nice to meet you Mr... Yuuma, was it?"</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka shrugged. "I'd be down with silly. It's prooobably not setting a good example for my junior saying this, but when you've been at this job for over fifteen years you kinda need something new to break up the monotony every once and a while. Even killing Ghouls can get boring if they're too weak to be a challenge, so sometimes I like to mess around a little on the job just to keep things interesting. Seeing how long I can go unnoticed by them, putting on disguises and infiltrating their ranks, fighting with one arm or leg tied behind my back, seeing how many Ghouls I can kill with improv weapons..." Yuuka paused momentarily to consider the ramifications of what she'd just said. "It's definitely not something a junior should do though! You could get hurt if you don't know what you're doing!" Having dispensed her motherly advice, Yuuka cleaned up her mess like any responsible adult should, and then turned to Hisoka and said, "Tell you what, we'll discuss it on the car ride down. Tell me what you're thinking and I'll see if it'll make for a good first hunt. This is your first real hunt, right Hisoka-kun?"</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma looked up, the little concentration he had had broken, and gave an easy smile when he saw the speaker's face. "That's right," he replied. "Rank 2 Investigator Saito Yuuma." He closed the folder in front of him, and stood up, reaching across the table with his right hand outstretched. "Are you doing well, Langley-kun?" Sitting back in his seat, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, deciding what he wanted to cover and in what order. "Before anything else, I have a request," he said, his easy smile still there. "I'd prefer if we keep formalities between the two of us to an absolute minimum. Not only are we essentially married now, but we're both the same rank, and similar in age. So just call me Yuuma." Yuuma gave a small, content huff, glad to have that out of the way. It would even help with efficiency. No matter how little, that fact pleased the boy. "I was going through these," he continued after a moment, pushing the folder towards Luca. "Have a look. They're files on some ghouls I find at least mildly interesting. I figure we can request to be assigned to one, instead of waiting around and twiddling our thumbs." Yuuma scratched his nose and leaned back into his seat, before deciding to share more of his thoughts with his new partner. "Considering we only have three years of field experience between the two of us, I can't help but feel like we'll be seen as weak and unreliable. And as much as I'd like to prove that notion wrong as soon as possible, I think it'd be good for our first few assignments to be C and B-ranked ghouls who have a penchant for violence. I'm sure you know, but I haven't done anything in a year, and I need to get back into the swing of things." His eyes darted towards his briefcase. "And my new quinque is a koukaku-type. The last one I had was an ukaku, and to say they handle differently is an understatement." Yuuma got out of his seat and stretched lazily. "Point is, while I'm plenty confident in my abilities, I wouldn't mind a little warm-up. We can familiarize ourselves with each other in a low-pressure environment. Then, we'll really start to work on making a name for ourselves, yeah?" he finished with a friendly smirk. The boy paused yet again, realizing he had been talking a lot, and hadn't given Luca much opportunity to speak up. "Is there anything you'd like to ask, or want me to know?" he invited, a curious look on his face.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin allowed himself to listen at the door as it wasn't immediately being answered. He heard a phone ring and a mechanical voice that simply sounded angry from what he could hear. He gave a short breath in and composed himself, acting once more as the dignified host and proprietor of a night club. The door opened and what greeted him was a woman; shorter than him, though to be fair at about 6 foot most people were shorter than Ishin, with a very clean cut appearance only marred by what looked to be animal fur. Ishin smiled briefly as she bowed, a cleanly snapped movement that was obviously practiced. Ishin leant against the wall that was behind him, slouched and hands in his pockets "not a pro-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she rattled off her name and rank as a Dove. Ishin straightened and smiled, practice of his own flicking a switch on his brain "A Ghoul Investigator?" He laughed "Cool, dangerous job though" he nodded and began walking towards the entrance "My name is Ishin Kuhaku, owner of this joint" he waved around his hand, gesturing to the walls "I have a few of you guys come through to wind down a lot…so I'll offer you the same thing I offer them" he laughed "my clients enjoy 'horror' themes and taboo…if you ever find or…hmm…acquire some notorious Ghoul Masks" he gestured to the wall covered in masks "I'll pay handsomely for them…might even give out free drinks" he grinned before gesturing to the entrance "I hope you can find your way home, Miss Hikari...and do come again." Ishin turned on his heel after leading the Dove out, he had to check on Chou and The Boy…ensure nothing had happened. Checking that they had indeed come back here, Ishin made his way up the room and opened the door. He strode inside, like he owned the place…which he well did so that wasn't an issue. The Boy was looking scared and frightened and Chou was rummaging through some drawers. He cleared his throat "Chou…tha-that's the cutlery drawer…clothes are in the wardrobe over there" He pointed at the big panels of mirrored glass that covered a section of the wall. He strode over to the Boy and looked him over "Boy…show me your Kagune" he folded his arms "I need to understand what you can do and how best to train you to stay alive."</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai watched Chou search through some drawers, but for what he didn't know. He lifted the bag he had been carrying with him of his shoulder and started searching through it for something to to wear, but before he found something Ishin stood right before him and Akurai jumped backwards. Chills ran down his spine, this guy really needed to stop showing up like this "Would it kill you to make a sound Ishin?" but he really did not expect an answer. So it was clothes she was searching for "G..guys I have a bag filled with clothes... right here" he pointed down right beside his feet. The next request Ishin came with was a bit harder. "I'll try my best" and as Akurai closed his eyes the thick ribbons grew out of his back and wrapped themselves around his arms, torso and neck. "It works like armor, it coils itself around parts of me."</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria "Quite well, thank you," Luca answered with a brief smile as his eyes fled back to the papers in front of Yuuma. "That's an interesting way to define our relationship," the younger investigator said, glancing up at Yuuma with another quick smile. Once the files were pushed to his side, his hands slowly went to grab them. He flicked his wrist to shake the papers and straighten them out before starting to browse. He would nod from time to time to show that he was listening, and he was. It was indeed true that they only outranked people who didn't come from the academy, but they'd have to show their worth somehow. What better way than that to bring a good few aggressive ghouls to their ends. The clapping of his hands were muffled by the paper and file shutting between them. "I think we'll get several chances to learn more about one another. It looks like we can start getting acquainted tonight, if you want to request the case right away," Luca answered, smiling as he leaned his back against the chair. "It's awfully fresh though. A good, ripe mystery."</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Langley Dove Appearance: Height: 1.76m Weight: 60 kg Build: Though he isn't too muscular for an investigator, he's quite nimble and acrobatic. Nicknames: Black Lance Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 2 Quinque: [Rank A Bikaku Type - Blind] A black, long spear with an edge that reaches back to the grip, forming a guard at the upper point. Personality: The best way to describe how Luca views the ghouls is with a certain degree of pity and disgust. Unlike many of his colleagues, he doesn't really hate all ghouls; though of course, there are certain ones that he does despise. When he speaks to them, be it during a fight or outside, he almost always acts the same way he always does: timid and kind, though this attitude hardly reflects on his fighting style. Biography: Luca was born to a poor family that could hardly make a living, though they were rather happy. The first decade of his life was rather simple. He didn't do much other than some pickpocketing and running around. At the time Luca had turned 10, a couple of men in suits had arrived to their broken down home instead of his parents, leading him out to another home with dozens of other children. Not really knowing what was going on, the boy was told that his parents were killed at the factory they worked at by a rampaging ghoul. Of course, he felt rage and seeked for revenge at that young age. It had been two years before he was actually allowed to go to the CCG academy, by which time he'd already decided that the notion of vengeance was rather idiotic. Once in the academy, he was still determined to graduate successfully, and he did so. At 18, he became a full-fledged investigator, given his Rank 2 title like all graduates and a quinque. By the next year, he was able to kill six C ranks, two B ranks and one A rank, whose kagune he used to make his current quinque 'blind'. Skill: -Impressive skill with spear -Self taught fighting style based on light-footed movement and learned Ghoul Appearance: Ghoul Mask: The masks that appear in the images Name: Edward Thawes Nicknames: Banshee, Grinning Ghoul Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: [A as Banshee, S~ as Grinning Ghoul] RC type: Ukaku Kagune: Like in the first image, the ukaku looks like a thick, liquid wing that flutters in the air. Its roots are made of white crystallized bases with thorns sticking out. He can shoot out needle shaped projectiles by solidifying the ukaku into a crystallized kagune, and while this mode loses the kagune's mobility, it's harder. When it's in its crystallized form, two smaller wings that are currently too short to be useful stick out from beneath the base of the upper wings. As Edward grows stronger, the solidified form can be better moulded and the liquid form grows exponentially. The kagune expands from 8 kakuhou, each wing from one and the spikes from others. Personality: As a member of the human community, Edward is an enthusiastic and outgoing highschool student who is loyal to his friends. As a ghoul, he's a little different. He can be quite merciless during his biweekly hunt, revealed by the usually present maniacal smile he has while he feeds. He prefers to kill quickly as to mainly not cause the victim much pain. This habit stuck later on due to his growing sympathy for certain humans. Biography: Edward lived his entire life in the 8th district with only his father for as long as he could remember. The man was a ghoul that was never encountered by the CCG and a well-respected psychiatrist among the humans. During Edward's younger years, his father only brought him food, not letting the boy hunt for himself. After he started his first year at Kusime Institute, Edward started walking to school. Once every few weeks, he'd start to hunt, sometimes even fighting some ghouls to steal their meals or even have them as his dinner. This habit was put to a stop when his father learned. Although he was allowed to continue hunting on his own, he wasn't allowed to try and steal from other ghouls. At the age of 16, Edward started looking for a side job upon his father's request so that he could 'learn how to be responsible'. One place he was looking into for work was Meat, Meat, MEAT!, where he simply worked as a cook, and a rather good one for a ghoul. Even if the food disgusted him, he could follow and sometimes alter the recipes quite well. From time to time, he would bring some human meat for the ghouls, packaged. During his hunt for ghouls that come to Meat Meat MEAT!, he uses a cloak and hood that covers the upper body and the upper face and a half-gas mask that only covers the lower face, using his more fluid kagune form that wraps around his neck loosely once. When hunting for himself, he wears a mask of his own design (on paper) that looks like a smiling void face without a mouth. As this ghoul, he uses the crystallized form. As both, he has had few encounters with doves so both have different ranks in their documents.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa I ate him, every last piece. Akurai felt a hand over his mouth, but before he even had the chance to panic he heard a voice he knew.'Chou ? I told her not to follow me !' but it was oblivious that this girl had totally ignored or forgotten about that. As she said he needed to leave and it was to dangerous to be here he groaned. He knew that, he knew that these guys could at any moment just outright kill him. "Chou you get out of here, you have nothing to do with this !" Those words fell on deaf ears Right before him her wings grew out of her back and after giving a quick comment to him she jumped down to the streets. Running to the edge of the roof he could see her fire of two shots, but there was no sound what so ever. However as he looked down he looked right into the eyes of one of the CCG agents and he gave the man a slight nod before jumping down to street just beside Chou, however he was not nearly as silent or graceful. As Akurai looked up he noticed the boys eyes were still locked onto him. Straightening himself he took a few steps towards the boy with his hands raised "I dont want to harm anyone. If you havn't already seen the pictures of me in there I live here or... I lived." He saw a few heads turning towards him, both cop heads and the heads of his neighbors. 'you will never look at me the same will you ?' he asked himself before he continued. "I did not kill mom and dad if any of that still matters to you. I did however kill that other thing in there." several cops started to yell for him to get to the ground or they would fire, but he just kept talking "In my defense he was eating my parents so I feel very justified" a gun fired and the bullet graced his neck, but another cop pulled the gun out of the slightly trigger happy mans hand and and told him to simmer the fuck down. "Now to the less... graceful parts or rather missing parts. In that house there is a very, very dead ghoul with with barely and flesh remaining on his bones." he could hear the woman that had lived beside his house fall to the ground crying "I ate him" and with that Akurai's eyes flashed into black with their ruby red pupils and his kagune grew out of his back and soon after a rain of bullets were fired a him, almost every bullet hit his armor and fell to the ground but the few that hit him hurt like hell. He let out a growl of pain as he fell to his knees and he felt everyone look at him. "I ate him, every last piece I could and do you know why ? I did it so I wouldn't eat my parents !!" Fighting to get on his feet he groaned, his breath grew rapid and shallow as his heart raced. Everyone was afraid of him now, the people he called friends and neighbors no longer looked at him with a smile on their face, the looked at him scared out of their minds. "Never have I killed a human, nor will I. I might be a ghoul, but I'm not a monster. Most of you would confess to that, but right now all you see is the eyes and the thing wrapped around my body." he had never felt more like a politician as he did in the moment those words left his lips. "So I beg the two men with briefcases, let me and the butterfly behind me go and I will never bother you again." inside him a faint hope glowed as he really hopped they would agree to letting him and Chou go. "Let's not spill blood if we don't have to"</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma Targa Household "Of course. We'll be notified if anyone shows up." Yuuma paused, noticing Luca eyeing something. "Hm? What's wrong--" He heard the ghoul before he saw her, the tell-tale sign of crystal spikes cutting through the air alerting him. Taking a simple, sharp step to the side, he swung his briefcase in an arc above his head, catching most of the spikes with it, and narrowly dodging the rest. He stared hard at the figure that landed before them, mentally noting any information he could get. The ghoul looked like a younger female, so most likely not Akurai. Yuuma didn't recognize her mask or kagune, which meant she was either unregistered or from another district. Her kagune was shaped like butterfly wings... no. Moth wings. And most importantly, it was an ukaku. He frowned. The fact that he had never seen her before meant she likely wasn't a troublemaker. Yuuma wasn't fond of killing those who didn't truly deserve it. But she had engaged him and Luca. That was enough reason to fight. If she made any move against anyone else present... That would be enough reason to kill. The cops surrounding the house started reacting, finally noticing her. Some drew their useless weapons, some took cover, and others tried to get the neighbors on scene away. "Jumping in here was idiotic, girl. You're outnumbered, and I've always had an easy time with ukaku ghouls. Especially now that I have this..." He held up his quinque, clicking it open, causing it to unfurl and reveal it's form. He let the hammer side drop to the ground with a heavy thump, the pavement below it cracking and giving way. "If you stay, you will die." And that was when Akurai showed up. Yuuma's eyes widened for just a moment, but his face quickly hardened again. The boy started speaking, desperately trying to garner sympathy. Throughout the little speech, Yuuma's expression never changed. From the first gunshots, to the story being told, to the boy revealing his kagune. He glanced towards Luca. "Watch my back," he said, before easily lifting up his quinque. It was only the second time he had wielded it. It still felt foreign in his hands. With long, purposeful strides, he stepped towards Akurai. The boy had a strong kagune, but no fighting experience. He had no chance. There were too many people here, bearing witness. Yuuma was a ghoul investigator, and in front of him were two ghouls -- his job was to eliminate them, or face consequences. He had to keep up appearances. As Yuuma reached Akurai, he said one word, with little emotion, and quietly enough that only the two ghouls could hear him. "Run." A moment later, he spun around on his feet, winding up and taking a heavy side-ways swing at Akurai, preparing himself for any counter-attack from either of them. He aimed not to do damage, but instead launch the boy several dozen feet away -- which would undoubtedly still hurt, but wouldn't kill.</s> <\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin Giichi Hadwin Targa Household On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~ Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Langley Targa Household As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Matsuo Ghoul Mask: Her mask is a white fox mask, painted with red accents. Nicknames: Kitsune , Hii/Hii-Chan Age: 15 Gender: Female Rank: S Kagune: Hisoka's Bikaku resembles a fox tail. It is of a dark blue color and has great flexibility and strength. It will sometimes seem to puff up, part of it standing on end, similar to spines, slicked back slightly. RC Type: Bikaku Personality: Hisoka seems to be your average high school student. She reads a lot but doesn't seem to be popular. She helps people if they need help. Around people she isn't antisocial, but she doesn't talk to everyone. She keeps her distance when she needs to, and knows what to say and when to say it. She analyzes the situation to see wether or not she needs to state anything. She helps people she knows, but doesn't go overboard with her kindness. Mist people who know her enjoy the fact that she keeps to herself when she knows that you don't want yo talk instead of trying to talk to you. But deep underneath she is a sadist. She loves the feel of crushing bone, seeing blood spill. Biography: Hisoka's parents were both ghouls. They managed to teach her how to hunt before they were killed by doves. Hisoka lived alone from that point on, doing freelance work as a journalist. She hunted when she needed to and for fun, enjoying when blood was spilled.</s> <\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Yoko kinda just sat there while Asuya chewed her out. Not that she was supprised. She figured it was work calling, here to ruin her time off. She didn't care, she had her time off; as brief as it was. With the phone call over, Yoko finally went to open the door to the drunk tank to see why her captors wanted to be so polite to their victims. She didn't really see herself as a victim of a kidnapping though; she knew she passed out, but just didn't know where she was. Yoko opened the door to find a boy, about her age, holding a more mature presence than she'd figured for a twenty-something year old. She stared for a moment, captivated by his red hair and matching attire before she snapped back to the realization that this was probably the person who locked her away to safety. She quickly straightened up and bowed with a simple "Thank you" before getting on to the matter at hand. She stared at him a moment: calm, collected, and non-threatening, but taking control of the conversation and strict notice of his facial expressions and general attitude. "Excuse me, my name is Hikari. I am a rank 2 ghoul investigator," Yoko paused to take note of any particular changes the boy infront of him may have released, "... and I have just been called away on business. If you wouldn't mind showing me to the front, the CCG would be appreciative that one of our beloved citizens were happy lend a hand to one of their trusted officers."</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo "That it does, Matusoka-san. With whatever results we get from that breakdown, we can likely smell the ghoul on the list." He nodded to his superior."May I add, if he has such extensive knowledge on the camera network then he has likely grown confident. It's not really that important..." he begins to drift off as he sorts some of the papers back into the pile, "But it's just an interesting thought. If we let him think he can outmove us, and act with that in mind, then we will have the upper hand." Hisoka paused, staring at the table in a very...odd manner. Distant, as if viewing something somewhere else. A lesson from his youth suddenly surfaced. "'The successful hunter moves his prey without them knowing it'." He suddenly recited, blinking away whatever he was visualising. "Where should we start, Matsuoka-san?" Hisoka asked, slight smile returning to his face. He stood to join her, placing his hands in his hoodie pockets. He was the picture of youth, looking too damn young to be in this line of work.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! As the girl smugly went on and on, Edward did his best to ignore her until he noticed that she had gotten up and was walking away. "Where are you-- You have to pay for that!" he yelled as she left the building, running after her. The nerve. He'd hardly ever seen a customer so rude. She had come in, run her mouth and left without paying. "Hey! Get back here!"</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka smiled. This kid was sharp. Things she never would've thought of at his age he grasped in an instant and he could even follow the thought processes of a Special Investigator. "You've got a bright future ahead of you at the CCG, Hisoka-kun. Now, where to start... How about the downtown area? Not near the parks, but in the heart of the downtown where the 8th ward borders the others. That would be the most likely place to find a motorcycle shop in the Eighth ward, and if we're careful we might be able to spot a Ghoul smuggling ring bring in stuff like horses and blacksmiths from other wards. If we searched all the residential areas he'd catch onto us before we did him, so we need to work from the outside and work our way in. Sound good?"</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo Praise from his superiors was not something Hisoka was completely used to yet. He'd had it from his teachers at the academy, but to hear it from a Special Investigator was a whole different level. A feeling which he could only describe as 'funny' stirred in his chest, the urge to give a wide being forcefully pushed down for impressions sake. Instead, he just bowed his head in thanks. Another idea came to mind. "Understood, Matsuoka-san. Um... before we head into town, I have a request - could I buy some difluoroethane and dry ice while we're out? I have an idea in mind for dealing with Knight. It is pretty silly sounding, but I think it will work." He rubbed the back of his head, realising that the two things were an odd combination to ask for, to say the least - but given they had information on how Knight fought it's battles, he saw no reason to not prepare for facing it. Who was he kidding, he was partnered with 'Cannibal Corpse' Matsuoka. She could wipe the floor with most A Rating Ghouls. It was a dumb idea, thinking too hard on a single case when there were lord knows how many others to work on after this one was complete. "...Actually, never mind. It's just silly. Let's go."</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Chou and Akurai Chou watched as Ishin disappeared, happiness and disappointment bubbling in her stomach- grateful that he had allowed for her small request, but ashamed that she had made one in the first place. Nonetheless, she had made one and now had to follow through, making her way towards the blonde. It had seemed that the girls plea had worked as the man quickly vanished after given a few orders to the girl. However as the man vanished Akurai let out a sigh of relief, he would live to see another day. Reaching out a hand, she whispered in her small voice, "Ghouls taste weird don't they?" Pointing to herself, she greeted, "My name's Chou... we should get you out of here... There are cameras everywhere, you know." "Less weird and more absolutely horrible." Akurai hesitated before he took the girls hand "The name Is Akurai" however as she mentioned the cameras he shrugged "Well nobody knows who I am so I don't know if I need to be afraid of the cameras just yet" But non the less he followed the girl Chou naturally reached for Akurai's hand- after all, she didn't travel with Ishin unless they were hand in hand, and it had come as second nature. "Put this mask on, just in case," she said, placing her mask over his face, using various ribbons from her dress to cover up her own. Then, when the two were set, she released her wings and with a tight hold on Akurai, pushed the two of them off the ground and onto a rooftop. Akurai put on the mask the girl handed him, it was small and barely covered his face, but it was the least he could do for her. The two of them jumped from roof top to roof top and soon after reached the entrance to what Akurai guessed was some sort of club. Chou let go of Akurai's hand as they reached just before the club, and she warned him- "The people here might be easy to hunt... but you can't, okay? Not until Ishin says you can." "Well... as said I have no interest in hunting these people." He stopped for a moment and then asked "So... his name was Ishin?" "Yes," Chou nodded as she took his hand once more to drop down in an alley. Opening the back door, she continued, "He owns this club. And if you don't hunt... they can provide for you." Pausing, she reiterated, "I'll hunt for you." After all, he was her responsibility. Akurai didn't answer when the girl offered to hunt for him. He didn't want that. That would mean she would go out and kill for him and no matter how you twist it that does not sound good. "I can find my own food...somehow" After asking for the key, Chou looked down at it and furrowed her brows and then the two of them starting to walk down the halls of rooms. Chou's eyes often flickered up and down to try and match the symbols on the key and the door, almost reaching for 3-D before realizing the second character was different from the one on her key. "Here," she said, after two more doors, clicking the key open and stepping aside to let Akurai through. "You can clean up in here," she added, looking over his messy attire, "If you need to." Akurai looked at his clothes and felt the holes in the back of his shirt "I suppose I should change... the things that come out of my back rips holes in all my clothes... it is rather annoying" he could not help to give the girl a faint smile. Chou tilted her head at the blonde's smile, finding it different from Ishin's blood thirsty one. "Okay," she nodded, allowing him to do his business before starting to rummage through the drawers, hoping to help by finding him clothes. And she knew they kept clothes here- she remembered her father doing it too.</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Matsuo "What do you think about this one?" Kaede asked, holding up a blue dress. She looked at Hisoka with a questioning gaze. "It's nice, but I think red would look better on you," Hisoka responded, smiling gently. "Hii-chan," Kaede frowned slightly," you always say that. Plus they don't have a red version. So what do you think about this one? Should I get it?" "It's very nice, but you should wait and see if you find anything better before you buy anything." "Geez, Hii-chan, you sound like my mother," Kaede sighed. She put down the dress and continued to look around the store. Hisoka smiled slightly. Kaede had forced her to go shopping. It wasn't really Hisoka's thing, but Kaede had practically begged for it, so Hisoka had agreed to go. "Hii-chan, I'm going to buy the dress, okay," Kaede said, walking up to the counter. Hisoka followed her, she was slightly upset that Kaede has not bought a red dress. Even though Hisoka did tell it to a lot of people, Kaede really did look good in red. It wasn't just that Hisoka had a thing for red, most of her victims wore red, a noticeable fact. "Hii-chan, are you scared of ghouls?" Kaede asked as she sat down at a small table with a smoothie. "Only slightly," Hisoka responded, in truth she wasn't. She was rank S. She could take care of most attackers. "Hey, Kaede. What should I write my next article on?" "You should do it in recent ghoul attacks. Or something like that," Kaede responded. Hisoka frowned slightly. To do an article like that she would need to find out the ghouls who have most recently attacked. She might be able to ask the CCG, but that would be dangerous. "Well, bye, Hii-chan," Kaede said, standing up and leaving. Hisoka waved, before heading back. Once Hisoka had gotten back to her house she made sure to put her mask in her bag before heading out again. She had made sure to cover the mask. She was going to collect information on recent ghoul attacks, and there might be a chance of getting information straight from ghouls.</s>
<\|description\|>Giichi Hadwin Ghoul Mask: N/A Nicknames: // Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: A/B (sorta a B.5, but a wanna be Kakuja) Kagune: Virtually a flying bison's tail that flops a foot over his head, stopping just above eye level. RC Type: Bikaku Personality: A very sweet, positive, honorable type guy.... unless you're a ghoul that's about to become lunch. A bit twisted, but a genius that understands what it takes to reach higher levels of power. He doesn't want to waste his time eating humans, but will settle a bite or two or sip of coffee if it gets him closer to his true food. Biography: Grew up in a ghoul family that cherished human life to the best of their ability, only eating when necessary and only on those who have passed, or whose condition was terminal. His family focused entirely on education for him. If he wasn't in school, he was drilled to study everything he knew until he passed his entrance exams to the university. Here, he took a course in biology that talked about ghouls, their increase of their Rc factor, and how it was theorized that the cannibals used the increased boost of Rc to quickly gather greater strength faster. It was there that his education came to an end. The following week on the news, a report came stating the sad, bloody disappearance of the friendly Mr. and Mrs. Hadwin who actually turned out to be ghouls. No word as to what has happened to their now missing son, whose blood was not at the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura laughed a little at what Edward said "Don't count on it" He said, taking another sip from the coffee as the female stranger began to speak. Edward was obviously annoyed but Bakura didn't mind it. It actually kept his mind off the pain as he focused on healing. Without even noticing, she was gone. He turned to speak to Edward, but he was gone as well "I should of made that Rhino suffer some more" He stood up, gripping his broken ribs. He hit the door leading to the kitchen open with his shoulder and walked in, looking at the barren kitchen. It was a relief to see no one could stop him. Not like they could in the first place. Despite his weakened state, he could still put up one hell of a fight. He hit open the last door, now on the roof where he was free of cameras. He looked at his jacket as he quickly activated his Kagune while his eyes remained the same. The tips of the appendages tore bits and pieces of his jacket before dispersing back to normal. He decided to alter the way his jacket looked to avoid relation between himself and his alias. He put on his hood and his mask, his state of mind changing due to him being under disguise. He leapt away from the building top to hunt away from the shop. He stopped once he was far enough from the shop. In the distance, he could see a night club which was known as a Ghoul refuge. He grabbed his ribs as he moved his left arm inch by inch. He knew it would be dangerous to fight another Ghoul at the moment, as much as he craved their meat. He shook his head. Bakura was in shock at his own thoughts. He actually craved the meat of one of his own. He took a seat on the building top and crossed his legs, sitting in a meditation like position. He closed his eyes and focused his mind on both his senses and his healing. He listened out for any potential meals.</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Headquarters Rank 2 Ghoul Investigator Saito Yuuma was officially cleared for duty once again. His body had healed itself as best it could, and he had worked hard to get back into shape. All the paperwork was done, and he had been assigned a new partner. He had even received his new Quinque, which he held onto at this very moment, in its briefcase form. He quickly looked over the papers on his new partner for the dozenth time as he walked. 19-year-old Luca Langley, also a Rank 2 Investigator. When Yuuma had first received the news, he had thought a mistake had been made. Two young, low-ranked, inexperienced investigators being thrown together? It didn't seem to make much sense. Yuuma had been assured, however, that there was no mistake, so he figured the higher-ups had their reasons. If the boy was competent, Yuuma wouldn't have anything to complain about. In fact, he thought, having a partner so close to his age could be fun. Perhaps they could become good friends, something that had never been possible with Yuuma's last partner. No use thinking about it now. He had called Luca a few days ago, scheduling a meeting in CCG's cafeteria today after-hours. Yuuma would soon be able to decide if he liked him or not, and then go from there. As the young man entered the cafeteria, he checked his phone for the time, noting he was a little early. As he dropped his Quinque on a nearby table and folded his paper away neatly, he saw that the large room was fairly empty -- normal, considering the hour. One person in particular did catch his eye, however: Cannibal Corpse, Matsuoka Yuuka. He had seen her around enough that her appearance was no longer shocking, but it was certainly still a little unsettling. She sat with a dark-skinned boy, the pair poring over what Yuuma assumed to be an assignment. After eyeing them for a few moments, he returned to his own business. While waiting for Luca, he looked over multiple ghoul files, trying to find an assignment the two could ask for, instead of waiting around to be given one.</s>	<\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin "Ah! Yes sir! Always glad to help out a fellow ghoul when I can." Giichi loaded the last of the human remains into the guy's freezer. "Please feel free to take an arm or a leg. After all, you did help me stock up for a bit. No ghoul should go hungry, especially down in these parts" "No, its perfectly fine. In fact, if it's all the same, I'd rather hunt for my own food. My parents, until they sadly passed, always brought me up to have me take care of yourself. Funny how moms are though, she couldn't stop but spoiling me and telling me how we should lend a helping hand when we can. I'd like to carry on their spirit with me when I can." A tear escaped from Giichi's eye as he said that, further solidifying the poor ghoul's trust in him. "...Um, sorry, but if you don't mind. I-uh, I could use some help though. See, as much as I try, I still can't seem to get rid of a cat that I'm scared is drawing attention to my place. I can get close, but when it comes time to, you know..., do the deed. I just can't bring myself to..." Giichi let out a nervous, fake, laugh as he slipped his finger across his throat, signifying his plans to kill the cat. "Oh, yeah that shouldn't be a problem. Got a soft spot for pussy I see." The ghoul teased Giichi to which he only smiled back, a little mind blown and wishing he could just kill the perverted sod already. "But yeah, I have a bit of free time. I can head over with you to get rid of the pest." "Excellent... Much obliged sir." Giichi almost couldn't contain his excitement. This would make the fourth victim, the first two being his parents, which he quickly learned his mistakes and thought of a better way to operate. And the third victim, which passed away two days ago. Female, late 20's, owned a cat. She had a lovely house in the basement of a barber and pie shop that has long been shut down for reasons unknown. Two days earlier... Giichi actually stumbled across her place by mistake. He was hopping building to building, running from his old life. He ran as far as he could from his parents house which was too bloody, and popular thanks to that news cast, to continue living out of. It was late one night when he ran into the shop, only to be followed by a near invisible shadow. He stood in the middle of the buildings lobby and let out loud whisper of a greeting to check if anyone was there. No one answered and the shadow just stood silently, still unseen, still watching. Giichi started scavenging around, looking into the register, the cabinets, and all the rooms in the back until he noticed a small stair case behind a few empty boxes. Suddenly two crystallized spikes shot out in front of his face and a woman stepped out of the shadows. "Who are you, what are you doing here?" Her voice was cold and sharp and an Ukaku kagune could be seen coming out behind her, but she was rather cute despite the scowl on her face. "Woah woah woah," Giichi threw himself back on his butt and his hands into the air in surrenderence to the mystery woman. "I didn't mean to invade, I just... I just found myself without a home suddenly. Not! that I'm being chased or anything, just..." Giichi fell silent. "Just what?" she demanded. She didn't want any trouble to appear at her doorstep. "...Just that my parents were just murdered by the CCG, and..." Giichi started crying, not only to try to sell himself to the ghoul that caught him by surprise, but also because deep down he really did, probably, regret the things he had done. A few moments of silence passed which made it a bit hard to continue, but he pulled through to the best of his abilities. Finally, the woman spoke up. "Fine. Come with me, you can't stay more than a day, but I'll let you crash here for a night. I hope you aren't allergic to cats, Angel isn't going out to satisfy your needs." The woman led Giichi back out of the shop and to the street entrance to the basement and her personal abode. "You can sleep on the couch, I have an appointment at noon tomorrow which you are to leave here permanently. You hear? No more coming back to this place... If you do need help though, I hear that the club Dark Nights is ghoul friendly. I'm going to bed now, I suggest you do the same." The woman left Giichi there in her living room and headed off to the back where she closed the doors. A small click could be heard a split second later. Giichi remained quiet as she left and looked around the living room. It was nice, compared to the shop upstairs. Everything was clean and white and there were mirrors everywhere. The cat was missing though, probably in the back with the woman. With nothing else to do, Giichi laid on the couch running through his mind what kind of job she might have. He was just trying to pass the time until he fell asleep, or until the woman did. Slowly the thought of cannibalism started creeping into his mind. He already ate two ghouls, rest in peace, and this would bring him closer to his goal to be as powerful as he ever could. The more he laid there, the more his thoughts excited him. Who was that woman really? She lived alone, secluded from all the world except her cat, and, albeit cute, had a nasty attitude toward strangers. Who would wanna be friends with that? It's been about two hours since the woman's door closed and all this time thoughts have eating at Giichi to kill the woman. {It's been enough time for the woman to fall asleep, right?} he thought to himself. He got up quietly, trying to make as little sound as possible and he walked up to her door. Nothing could be heard from anywhere and the cat still has yet to make an appearance. He tested the woman's doorknob, sure enough it was locked. Rather than breaking it down, he looked around for a screwdriver or anything he could use to open the door as quietly as he could. He eventually found a metal spatula which he was able to unhook the lock through the crack of the door, gaining him entrance. There was that cat, staring at him as he answered and laying on top of her dresser; ant there was the woman, prettier without a scowl on her face and tastier than ever. Fist thing was first though, he had to kill her. Out sprouted his tail shaped kagune, which awoken the sleeping woman, but was too late as Giichi was already on top of her and pinning her down. His broad tail reared back and quickly struck down on the woman's vulnerable neck, completely severing her head from the rest of her body. There he froze, pinning her dead body against her bed and tail separating her head, until some considerable amount of time has passed. The cat, still laying on top her dresser, starring. Now was the time for his long awaited meal. Oh the excitement, Oh the joy! He had the biggest grin on his face during his whole meal. His kagune retracted as he made his way down to the woman's feet. {Ah! So soft, so delicate little toes! Cute, small, ...delicious?} He brushed his finger down the row of toes laid before him. {Hehe... this little piggy went to market, this little piggy had roast beef, This little piggy cried we we we all the way....} CRACK went the woman's pinky toe, being torn off and oozing a deep red liquid all over the pure white sheets. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK The cat, laying there eyes open, watching. Next came her foot, which he savored every bite until he made his way up her leg to her knee. Then he began working on her other leg. Toe after toe, bite after bite. Then together, he finished off both of her legs enjoying every bit of her thick, juicy thighs. When there was nothing left below the hips, the blood now all over the bed, but no longer flowing out of the deceased, he moved on to her hands and arms. Directly snapping off her fingers one by one with his teeth and swallowing, instead of tearing them off first. His hunger was quickly being subdued, but he kept at it. First the fingers, then the hands and arms. Then, he sat there. No telling how long he has been picking at her, he could tell the next day was about to start. He looked at the cat and there it was still starring at him, expressionless as it witnessed the devouring of its master. But after a moment, it was no longer a cat that stared at him from up top the dresser, but her. The woman's face haunted Giichi; pale and beautiful, but blemished by a look of surprise and betrayal. He adverted his gaze away from the cat, back onto the woman's remains and gagged in disgust. He quickly got out of the woman's bed and left her room to clean himself up. Next, he cleaned up the bedroom, taking the woman's torso and head as well as anything covered in blood up to the upstairs pie shop and threw everything into the oven which he immediately ignited. He headed back downstairs, locked himself in, and falling asleep on the couch just as soon as he laid upon it. About one o'clock in the afternoon, a knock on the door woke up Giichi. He could tell it was human, but after about ten minutes of waiting, the person left and Giichi went back to sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Dania Engberg Alias: Verity Lund Age: 22 Height: 5'3'' (1.62m) Weight: 137lbs Hair Color/Style: Blond/long and braided Eye Color: Blue Appearance: Verity has a robust body with taut, feminine curves. She's spent her life honing her body, and as such, has a toned, muscular frame. Her complexion is fair, though her shoulders and arms are riddled with long, faded scars from years past. She puts hardly any effort at all into her appearance, caring only that her hair is out of her face while she works. Bathing frequently is a habit foreign to her. History: Verity was born in the northern highlands and raised as the daughter of a lord. Her people had barely any written language to speak of, instead adopting dialects of civilizations they had conquered in ages past. Her family did, however, have a love of music and art, and even considered combat to be a form of art. As the eldest, Verity was trained to be the perfect image of Northern nobility, taught multiple forms of dance, music, and combat. Because of her small stature, she was forced to work towards speed and finesse with the spear, but she was still never able to best her instructor. In her late teens, the civil unrest due to famine and a brutal winter ultimately led to war. Revolutionaries breeched the family castle and her parents were captured. She managed to escape with her sister and former nanny, but sustained serious injury that made the venture almost impossible. Her left foot never fully recovered, but she was able to receive refuge from her nanny's family in another country. Her nanny's relatives took the motley group in, and in return, the three of them became farmhands. Verity adopted the family name of her nanny's as well as a new name, forgetting all connections to her country as she learned how to care for a farm and its livestock. In an effort to return the mercy and kindness given to her, she took every opportunity to help others, doing extra work whenever possible as well as going so far as to help neighboring families during harvest season. This left little time for hobbies, and she found herself implementing her own kind of training into everyday chores. Eventually, however, Verity decided that she could not spend the rest of her life as a farmhand. She sought for better work, but had no valid references to back up her desires. She felt she had no choice but to falsify herself further, claiming to have worked at other wealthy estates in order to gain the position of a working maid at the Burkes' estate. Personality: She is best described as overbearing, ceaselessly worrying about her sister and the state of their steading. She strives for excellence and continually falls short of her own goals, forever handicapped by her own people in the northern lands. In many ways, her goals to become a true warrior and leader are impossible, yet she pushes herself beyond the breaking point to achieve nearly inhuman stamina and reflexes. She is easily embarrassed, harsh on herself, and for this reason, is frequently labeled as a masochist. Basic Traits: Masochist: She only feels fulfilled and functional when she is pushing herself beyond her own limits. Artist: She enjoys culture and revels in what few opportunities she has to engage in arts and study. Passionate: Whenever she does something, she is nearly incapable of holding herself back. Guardian: She finds fulfillment in becoming a better fighter and uses her abilities to protect others.</s> <\|message\|>Kaz A small, satisfying click ended an hour of tinkering, and Leon grinned. The pistol just needed a round of polishing, a few tests at the firing range, and perhaps he could sell it for a bit of cash. Fit for a Corsican officer of the infantry line, or a cavalry officer atop a gallant horse. Not the sort of life Leon looked for, but he understood its appeal. Beyond the Burke Barony, and the Holy Britannian Empire, a few wars for the balance of power raged. Kirmana's independence was threatened by the Sultan of Antakya, which the Emperor and his allies were forced to counter in their personal capacity. Revolutionary sympathies and unrest eventually led to the fall of the northern highlands to republican armies, and the local Kingdom of Pralodeca was contemplating its own invasion to restore some form of monarchy there. In the words of Kaz, it was the age of a brave, new world. Some old orders were overturned, others were doubled down upon, but the more things changed, the more they remained the same. A king today may have been a minister of a ruling council the next, but they all had the same power and acted like it. Leon placed his unpolished pistol on the workshop table, and exited his little workshop. The noise of shifting furniture had long ceased outside, the end result being that of a nice arrangement of cages, animal-sized beds and food bowls of varying sizes. A tall, muscular, dark-skinned woman was asleep in a corner, lying horizontal on the floor. Kaz was tall, and even when she wasn't standing up, her height was immediately obvious. No one human was this tall, other than the one man Leon saw at a circus sideshow. He grinned, and waved at the sleeping woman. Kaz worked hard to arrange this, and she deserved some sleep. The party his sisters hosted would probably have been over at this point (and chances are, they were probably shagging some middling noble from another barony). Parties were noisy, sordid affairs of inbred men and women currying for favours, flaunting their privileges or wealth, or screwing the good-looking servants. "Nobles are weird people," Leon muttered. If the gods would listen to him at this moment, perhaps they would have shouted back: "Pot kettle mate!" He wandered around the mansion without purpose. It was just a few weeks since he came back to the seat of his noble bloodline, but Leon had never really familiarised himself with the place beyond the necessities. He knew where his workshop was, where his menagerie would be and his bedroom, but Leon never truly bothered himself with anything else. He even needed to ask Kaz where his father's quarters were, not that he would visit that place willingly. He passed by a few servants, most of whom were female and avoided looking at him straight in the face. (After the incident with Arthur the dragon, most servants got the hint.) Leon did not bother looking at them, either. As long as they didn't do anything to him, he was content to ignore them. As he passed by a door, he heard a crash and a loud squeak of a creature. A dragon. Arthur. Arthur was the size of a large domestic cat and acted quite a bit like one. Without the menagerie's cages, Arthur often contented himself with wandering around the mansion. "Arthur!" he shouted, hastily opening the door. The door led to the kitchen, and Arthur had his head in a bowl of what was presumably flour. His black scaled skin was covered with white powder. Arthur tossed the now-empty bowl of flour off his head and leapt to Leon's side, purring as he nuzzled against Leon's leg and dusted his trouser leg with dry flour. "Errr... sorry. He gets bored," Leon muttered sheepishly. His businessman sensibilities came before his supposedly noble attitude. His father once told him that the butler, or valet's job was to apologise for any faux pas towards the servants, unless that faux pas involved bastard children or murder.</s> <\|message\|>Dania Engberg "Disaster! It's a disaster!" Lettie, the sweet-tempered maid Verity had met just that morning, was clinging to her for dear life. The maid's hands were clenched about her arms as tears rolled down—honestly one would think she'd just witnessed a murder! With the practiced calm of an elder sister, Verity gently took Lettie's hands in hers, giving them a light squeeze. "Calm down, Lettie. Tell me what happened." Lettie sniffled. "It's--it's that monster of Master Leon's! I managed to avoid it all day, but then it somehow got into the kitchen! We were in the middle of the final touches for dessert and now no one dares go inside! I'm sure all our work has been ruined, oh… oh this is so bad…" Yep, that was really bad. The multi-course dinner of the evening was well into the fourth dish, with the next course meant to be chocolate-crème parfaits. The footmen had mostly attended to the guests while the maids took over tray settings and the food itself, but now Verity felt bad for having left to fetch more bottles of wine—specifically the Burke vintage from 36 or so years ago. Not only had she failed to find it, but now chaos had erupted and everyone feared the worst. Just as Verity opened her mouth to express her condolences, Elena's harpy-voice cut right through her spine. "You! Verity! What are you doing just standing there? It was your responsibility to take care of the beast!" "Yes, but—" "Get to the kitchen and get rid of it before we're all fired!" "Right away, Ma'am." Verity parted from Lettie with a handkerchief, picking up the long skirt of her uniform as she rushed past the glaring housekeeper. Thankfully, the kitchen was just down the hall (poor Lettie had been brave enough to at least keep vigil just outside). The scene that unfolded before her eyes when she opened the door was unexpectedly tame. There was the drake, yes, a frighteningly black, scaly creature with enormous eyes. It was occupied with a ball of dough (presumably the very stuff for the scones meant to be freshly fried that evening), and as Verity carefully crept towards the broom closet for something to fend it off with, it wandered right on over to a bowl of dry ingredients for more scone dough. A series of metallic and ceramic clattering echoed across the room as spoons, whisks, and bowls tumbled down with the drake; apparently it'd lost its footing. With a broom held firmly in both hands, Verity edged closer, not sure if she ought to be terrified or endeared. While the creature didn't seem particularly threatening, she knew better than to compare it to a dog or cat. It could bite, perhaps spit acid, maybe spit fire… "Arthur!" An unfamiliar voice made Verity jump, and not unlike the drake, she wheeled around to look. Her mouth dropped open as the creature bounded over to the intruder and affectionately rubbed his leg. Perhaps it was more like a domestic pet after all. This must be the master. No one else would react like that. Verity stared for a moment, taking in the sight of the gentleman. With the way everyone had been going on about his servant and how he'd brought everything into an uproar, she'd expected someone a bit taller. This delicate little creature looked more like he'd just left the boys' choir of a church. His manners were strangely gentle as well as he apologized. She knew how she ought to act. This was her first real meeting, so she ought to bow and introduce herself, perhaps apologize for not having looked after his pet more carefully. Unfortunately, that same thought triggered an annoyance that ignited something irritatingly hot in her chest. It wasn't her fault that creature had been left to run rampant—she'd been called to help in the kitchen. If the host of the house couldn't be bothered to reign things in for such a big event, then it was his fault for causing chaos and making Lettie cry! "My apologies, Master Leon." Verity stooped down to pick up the bowl the drake had tossed aside, her countenance absurdly grave. "But 'sorry' isn't going to replace the scones, now is it? Please remove that thing from the kitchen and be courteous enough to keep your beasts in check while the house has such esteemed company."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Burkes Leon was taken aback, not even noticing Arthur clambering up his arm and perching himself on the young noble's shoulder. Almost every servant, beyond those who had to interact with the nobility in their official capacity, were cowed by their presence. Nobles were no different from any human, but reputation was a powerful factor. This girl herself had spirit, muscle and a bit of scruffiness as well. Leon had never seen her before, but he could not name any of the maids to save his life. "Who are you?" he asked, matter-of-factly, though his face showed how stunned he was by Verity's blunt attitude. Arthur purred once, then started pawing at Leon's face in an attempt to get attention. Leon looked up and down Verity. She dressed the part of the maid, yes, but there was something in the back of his mind that nagged at him. Something about this girl was off. "You're not from around here, are you?" Leon grinned internally as he asked that, finding a moment to scratch the chin of the attention-seeking dragon upon his shoulder.</s>	<\|message\|>Dania Engberg Of all the nerve! It was Verity's turn to be taken aback. Was the man accusing her of trespassing? If he was, he certainly didn't look upset—no, those wide, soft eyes were full of surprise. How a man could have no qualms with a drake pawing at his head but stare at a maid like she was a ghost was well beyond her. "My name is Verity Lund. I was hired this morning to 'Look after our tenacious and very troublesome master.' You can go and speak to the housekeeper if you don't believe me. While I haven't visited the Burke estate before, my family has a steading some thirteen leagues or so away." There was some bitterness in her tone, as if she resented the fact that the Burke family rarely seemed to even look at the people they taxed on a monthly basis. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to fix this mess you've so graciously made." Verity all-too-happily turned her back to the man and began sweeping up the flour on the floor. They'd just have to go without scones tonight, so the cupcakes that Lettie had come up with would just have to do. Thankfully, the frosted pastries were still untouched on one of the tables, each with a decadent cherry on top.</s>
<\|description\|>Dania Engberg Alias: Verity Lund Age: 22 Height: 5'3'' (1.62m) Weight: 137lbs Hair Color/Style: Blond/long and braided Eye Color: Blue Appearance: Verity has a robust body with taut, feminine curves. She's spent her life honing her body, and as such, has a toned, muscular frame. Her complexion is fair, though her shoulders and arms are riddled with long, faded scars from years past. She puts hardly any effort at all into her appearance, caring only that her hair is out of her face while she works. Bathing frequently is a habit foreign to her. History: Verity was born in the northern highlands and raised as the daughter of a lord. Her people had barely any written language to speak of, instead adopting dialects of civilizations they had conquered in ages past. Her family did, however, have a love of music and art, and even considered combat to be a form of art. As the eldest, Verity was trained to be the perfect image of Northern nobility, taught multiple forms of dance, music, and combat. Because of her small stature, she was forced to work towards speed and finesse with the spear, but she was still never able to best her instructor. In her late teens, the civil unrest due to famine and a brutal winter ultimately led to war. Revolutionaries breeched the family castle and her parents were captured. She managed to escape with her sister and former nanny, but sustained serious injury that made the venture almost impossible. Her left foot never fully recovered, but she was able to receive refuge from her nanny's family in another country. Her nanny's relatives took the motley group in, and in return, the three of them became farmhands. Verity adopted the family name of her nanny's as well as a new name, forgetting all connections to her country as she learned how to care for a farm and its livestock. In an effort to return the mercy and kindness given to her, she took every opportunity to help others, doing extra work whenever possible as well as going so far as to help neighboring families during harvest season. This left little time for hobbies, and she found herself implementing her own kind of training into everyday chores. Eventually, however, Verity decided that she could not spend the rest of her life as a farmhand. She sought for better work, but had no valid references to back up her desires. She felt she had no choice but to falsify herself further, claiming to have worked at other wealthy estates in order to gain the position of a working maid at the Burkes' estate. Personality: She is best described as overbearing, ceaselessly worrying about her sister and the state of their steading. She strives for excellence and continually falls short of her own goals, forever handicapped by her own people in the northern lands. In many ways, her goals to become a true warrior and leader are impossible, yet she pushes herself beyond the breaking point to achieve nearly inhuman stamina and reflexes. She is easily embarrassed, harsh on herself, and for this reason, is frequently labeled as a masochist. Basic Traits: Masochist: She only feels fulfilled and functional when she is pushing herself beyond her own limits. Artist: She enjoys culture and revels in what few opportunities she has to engage in arts and study. Passionate: Whenever she does something, she is nearly incapable of holding herself back. Guardian: She finds fulfillment in becoming a better fighter and uses her abilities to protect others.</s> <\|message\|>Leon Burkes Leon was taken aback, not even noticing Arthur clambering up his arm and perching himself on the young noble's shoulder. Almost every servant, beyond those who had to interact with the nobility in their official capacity, were cowed by their presence. Nobles were no different from any human, but reputation was a powerful factor. This girl herself had spirit, muscle and a bit of scruffiness as well. Leon had never seen her before, but he could not name any of the maids to save his life. "Who are you?" he asked, matter-of-factly, though his face showed how stunned he was by Verity's blunt attitude. Arthur purred once, then started pawing at Leon's face in an attempt to get attention. Leon looked up and down Verity. She dressed the part of the maid, yes, but there was something in the back of his mind that nagged at him. Something about this girl was off. "You're not from around here, are you?" Leon grinned internally as he asked that, finding a moment to scratch the chin of the attention-seeking dragon upon his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Dania Engberg Of all the nerve! It was Verity's turn to be taken aback. Was the man accusing her of trespassing? If he was, he certainly didn't look upset—no, those wide, soft eyes were full of surprise. How a man could have no qualms with a drake pawing at his head but stare at a maid like she was a ghost was well beyond her. "My name is Verity Lund. I was hired this morning to 'Look after our tenacious and very troublesome master.' You can go and speak to the housekeeper if you don't believe me. While I haven't visited the Burke estate before, my family has a steading some thirteen leagues or so away." There was some bitterness in her tone, as if she resented the fact that the Burke family rarely seemed to even look at the people they taxed on a monthly basis. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to fix this mess you've so graciously made." Verity all-too-happily turned her back to the man and began sweeping up the flour on the floor. They'd just have to go without scones tonight, so the cupcakes that Lettie had come up with would just have to do. Thankfully, the frosted pastries were still untouched on one of the tables, each with a decadent cherry on top.</s> <\|message\|>Leon Burkes Wordlessly, Leon backed up and out of the kitchen his drake had so ungracefully wandered about. He glared at Arthur (who was looking around from his perched position with cat-like interest, none-the-wiser to his master's displeasure) before his eyes lit up with a gleeful realisation. This Verity had spirit, but her role, in her own words, was to: 'look after our tenacious and very troublesome master.' He could just fire her, and everything would go back to normal. With a grin and a little scratch to the tiny dragon's chin, Leon made his way back to his little corner of the estate. Maids and other servants, normally only cowed enough to avoid his gaze, gave him a wider berth throughout the hallways of the mansion. Leon glanced towards the ever-ignorant Arthur, who just looked towards his master for a moment and chirped. He chirped back, and allowed himself a little grin. He should bring out Arthur more. Kaz was still sleeping when he came back. Plucking the dragon off his shoulder, Leon placed the little beast in its cage and gently clanked the door shut. Arthur sniffed the ground of the cage for a moment, and contented himself to stare placidly at a bowl of water. Leon had insisted that the cage Arthur was housed in be brought back, despite its size and the cost of transportation. However, familiar environments allowed the adorable little monster to calm down. He would accompany the beast, but Leon had to go back to making the next pistol. That, at least, was a little better than the tiresome affairs of nobles.</s>	<\|message\|>Dania Engberg With the dragon finally out of the kitchen, things more or less went back to normal. The scones were a little late in coming, but there were still plenty of other desserts to occupy the guests with—creamy custards, blueberry Danishes, and of course, the daintily frosted cupcakes that had somehow escaped the invading dragon's attention. These were brought out tray by tray as the footmen took them out for the guests, and the maids were able to take a breath of relief. Well, at least most of them. Verity was still cleaning up after them, wiping off flour dusted countertops, sweeping away crumbs, and washing the dishes. So many pastries meant lots of annoyingly stubborn pans, so half of them were soaking as she worked on the dirty plates from dinner. It promised to be a long, long night with all the stacks of porcelain awaiting her, but it wasn't hard work, and her mind was free to wander. At least it was until the housekeeper's voice was barking in her ear again. "Verity! You neglected the young master's meal, didn't you! Drop those dishes right now and prepare a plate for him before the food gets any colder!" Verity cringed, feeling like she was being blamed for yet another chore that'd been ignored in favor of the other work she'd been tasked to. How was she supposed to know exactly when to stop and switch between kitchen duties and the eclectic master's needs? Ah well, I'll forgive her for tonight. It's been stressful with so many guests. If the master is accustomed to being so irresponsible, though, I don't think it should matter if his dinner is late. Serves him right for the trouble his pet caused. Even so, Verity did leave the dishes in favor of preparing a plate. When Lettie saw the poor maid slapping on food on a plate, she scurried over to help. As it turned out, the food apparently had to look nice, too. The pair of maids re-heated the roasted chicken in the oven for a minute or so, then set a healthy amount of roasted rosemary potatoes next to it. They added a bed of Brussel sprouts with chestnuts, then some sautéed mushrooms with butter and garlic to complete the dish. There also was a strange order to setting the tray. "The placemat goes first, of course." Lettie set down a lacey white cloth, flattening it ever-so-carefully across the tray. "Then you fold the napkin in half and place it on the left side. The plate has to go in the center, overlapping the right side of the napkin just a bit. Then we put the dinner fork on the left—not quite touching the plate, then the salad fork next to it…" The whole process was a little too complicated the first time around, but it sort-of made sense. With a tray laden with dinner, forks, a small dessert plate, and a goblet topped with wine, Verity finally stepped out of the kitchen. The halls were still busy with the footmen going back and forth between the party and the kitchen, but things quieted down almost immediately after she passed the ballroom. She wasn't sure what she was expecting of the rest of the house, but some part of her had expected to hear the growls of a dragon. It wasn't hard to find her master—she had Lettie's instructions, after all. The kind maid had also informed her about the master's 'bodyguard,' some strange, frightening woman she was urged not to speak to or make any threatening gestures towards. After the dragon incident, she honestly wasn't that surprised, though she had no idea how a tiny little thing like him could have gained the respect of such a frightening woman. The door was ajar when she arrived, so she stepped in without asking permission. She was met by a truly strange sight: there was an assortment of cages, a strange workshop-like setup along the opposing wall, and oddly enough, a woman sleeping in the corner of the room. On the floor. Verity perked up a brow, but decided not to question the master's bizarre tastes: she just wanted to deliver the dinner and finish her work for the evening. "Master Burkes: your dinner." Verity approached from behind, lightly setting the immaculately prepared meal on the table where he worked.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Now we find a way to live with the demons. If Secrets knows where they came from. He only told me that they once ruled hell. They were locked away in a box once upon a time to punish them for faking to take over the heaven. They are here because the box has been destroyed. Since they no longer have bodies they needed to ours. They will remain in our bodies for eternity. We are now immortal." Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked and fought back a yawn, not entirely sure what to make of this assessment. Perhaps he was still too tired as a result of jet lag, but the concept of immortality didn't quite seem to click at the moment. He would have to revisit the idea later, when he was more awake. The rest of it kind of made sense, though it still bothered him. "Why us? Did we meet some form of requirement?" He wasn't sure exactly how he would do with living for eternity with his demon, but did they even have a choice at this point? Even to his sleepy brain, it certainly wasn't seeming so.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I don't know beyond the fact that we all have something in common with our demon. I was studying to be come a psychologist. My job would have been to gather and keep the secrets of my clients. I think that was why Secrets was drawn to him. I was also very lonely. I would have welcomed any company. I might have invited him in simply so that I didn't have to be alone. But these are only guesses. Secrets hasn't answered that question. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Something in common? That made enough sense. He could kind of see why the demon inside his head would have taken up residence there should Katherin's response be correct. He wondered briefly if she already could tell that. It wasn't exactly something he would actively keep from anyone, but as a habit, he didn't often bring up things about himself that were not directly asked about. Does that still make it a secret? I guess if it's unknown, then yes... He didn't spend too much time wondering about it, as he quickly decided that maybe the knowledge of his childhood issue was probably already known either way. Now he just wondered if she would ever let him know that she knew. In a way, this seemed convenient. There was less need for him to speak if she already knew so much about what was going on with him. He just hoped none of it was particularly disturbing in any way.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Whoa! Information overload! Rez was struggling to process what Katherin had just said, a lot of it bouncing straight off his ears. No mind reading, it was permanent, and something about a box. Discarding everything else for that moment, Rez focused on the box. "Like Pandora's box from Greek myths? And it's broken? So…… if we could fix it? Or make a new one? could this end?" The sooner this was over the better, although for the most part Rez had resigned himself to the idea of permanantly keeping his voice. It didn't have a name, least not one it had told him, although judging by the way Katherin called her demon Secrets, his probably had a name as well. As for similarities to their demons? That for Rez was fairly obvious; Fighting, getiing into bets, challenges, and …………… failing. He was good at failing challenges. Or…… and then he lost his train of thought, forgetting everything for barely a second, a overload problem he'd had from long before voices in his head. Backtracking he found he had boldly stepped forward and asked questions, luckily not phrasing them as challenges, yet. But that was more than he had ever intended to do.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Yes like Pandora's box. We cant fix the old one. It is completely destroyed. We can create a new one. However to do so we would need to find four mythical items. The eye, the cape, the cage, and the staff. If we choice to do so I have clues to the eyes location. But we should think about it before deciding. If we recreate the box and remove the demons we will die. As long as we have the demons we can survive anything."Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Wait……… immortal, like immortal? as in living forever? Won't that be incredibly lonely?" Rez was only just grasping some of the thins she had said earlier. "So the choice is; Live forever with demons driving that tiny sane part of us crazy, OR Get rid of them and die? …Hang-on… immortal not indestructible, right? So what happens if we die vaguely normally?" Rez had a bad habit of often speaking out loud when puzzling through things, it helped him think, but others often found it annoying, or weird; and albino brat talking to himself, not an everyday occurrence for most people, but everyday occurrences were very far from here.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Immortal as in nothing can kill you. Trust me on this I have tested it. We can't be killed by any method. You could get sit on a bomb and live. We don't have to be lonely. Part of the reason here is to invite you all a piece. Now that you have demons you cant live in the normal world. People will notice that you aren't aging. People will hunt us. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Before he could stop it a single tear traced his cheek, what was that for? "So we're gonna live here forever?" He grinned suddenly randomly, "We should probably get nice furniture then, just saying." Slowly his words were getting more and more likely to be provoking. Rez knew it was time to start shutting up before he cornered someone into challenging him, just as the voice was aiming for. He had found that as long as he didn't believe things were challenges he didn't have to accept them, but with no challenges he found himself trying to provoke others. Of course as a last resort to shut his voice up he could challenge others, but it wasn't the same.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked, a bit shocked by the new information. There was a way out? They could seal the demons back up? But then they would die in the process...wait, she had tested their indestructability? The boy wasn't sure how to respond to that thought, but it worried him a bit. "We can still be hurt, though, can't we? We may not die, but I doubt that it a reason not to be careful." The information about staying here had also caught him by surprise, but he wasn't sure how to act on that, either. People hunting them? He supposed that was entirely possible, even probable with some of the strange effects he had already experienced, but it was still an odd thought. "Are we really staying here? What about our lives out there? Is it really impossible to return to them?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Its not completely impossible to go back to your lives. But you won't be able to stay long. Maybe ten fifteen years if your lucky. People will notice that you aren't aging. You're welcome to stay But I won't force you. This meeting is for giving yinfinformation and offering you a safe place. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Sooo…… If we can't live OUR life, then Who's life do we live? We could reinvent our self over and over I suppose, moving and changing names, appearances, and all that, but why?" Rez was babbling and he knew it but wasn't gonna stop, yet. "I mean, what do we want to do with our life if we have to live like this? I don't really know about you, but I'm not totally enjoying having someone in my head bossing me around, I'm sorry, but I am NEVER going back to those sici, sicatra, Sacias, sintara……… whoever those things are. Never again, thank you verry much." He knew he had gone off on a tangent, he also knew that he was probably provoking Katherin, as she had said she had been training to be one of those psychiatrist, psychologist people or something like that. His voice was busy whispering; Go for it, provoke her, make her mad, come on challenge her, it dosn't have to be her, anyone will do, throw me a bone, yeah? Come on, you haven't gotten yourself a challenge for ages, and you know what that means. Just challange her, him, any one of them, the next one to speak, there, challenge the next on to speak, OOOHHH…… what about the one in the back, with blue hair? She looks easy to take on, beat her, come on. Unless you want to fail? In that case how about him, the one with ice eyes? Or Mister talkative over here? I really don't care who you challange, but hurry up and do it! It was getting more than Rez could bare, the constant nagging of his voice for a challenge, the news that he would be like this forever. "So is there any way out that doesn't include dying? And if not, What the hell do we plan to do with our lives?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After thinking for another moment, Kyo eventually just nodded his head. "I see, that makes enough sense. Thank you for the consideration, that's very kind of you." Honestly, he thought that the other one had a point as well; it would certainly be difficult to live like this with the demons. If they could do so, however, there probably wouldn't ' the many limits as to what they could do with the rest of their lives. As long as they were careful not to reveal their situation, anyway. Still, if they could find another way out, he didn't doubt that many, if not all of them, would probably take that route. It wasn't sounding too likely just yet, though. Stifling another yawn, the tired male shook his head in an attempt to stay alert.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "No there isn't any other way to get rid of the demons without dying. The demons are a part of us now. If they aren't inside us we die. I don't know what you want to do with your life. I am here to offer you a option. Whether you take that option or not is up to you. I think that despite our demons and the negative things that come from having them that we can do good in the world. I don't know how yet but I think it is a possibility. For now why don't I show you to your rooms so you can rest and think?" Katherin replies.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) At Katherin's reply Rez groaned, half at what she had said and half at the pain that was starting to lace through his head. It wasn't much at the moment, just a dull throb, but over time it would grow. The voice was right, he had to challenge someone, but he was also scared he would lose. "Great idea. Mister talkative here" he gestured at Kyo…… "I missed your name, looks like he is gonna collapse, and I really need to…… to……" he stammered to a stop, fighting inwardly with the voice, hoping for a blank that wasn't coming. "Please tell me you have nice beds, because I ain't sleeping on the floor………" He trailed off again, grabbing at his head as the voice started screaming, yelling that he had to phrase that more brutally, to provoke her, all of it above the pounding of his headache. The problem he thought, was that, even though accepting challenges was easy for him, delivering them was not always.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo almost missed what was being said, so it took a moment to fully process what he had heard before he could type out an acceptable response. "I should be alright, this is not the first time I have had to deal with the differences in time zones. Still, I agree that a rest would be very beneficial. Thank you." Since the boy nearby seemed to be acting so strangely, he stopped for a moment to look toward him. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "I'm Fine just…… I just need to sle…… Challenge…… Fight……" The voice was slipping through, speaking with Rez's voice, "No! I…… Fight you…… In … a bou…… , Game of Snap!" Rez shot the last part out in the hope there would be no chance for the voice to intervene. "I challenge you to a game of snap." He knew it was crazy, and that the others would probably think he was weird, but the others weren't normal either. He looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes that the other boy would agree to the challenge. He didn't know why he chose Kyo, but now the challenge was out……… He just hoped it was accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed boy watched quietly for a moment before typing his response. "Snap?" He tilted his head to the side, giving the other male a slightly curious look. "I'm not sure that I know of it, but I can certainly try."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez's shoulders slumped in relief, he hadn't even realized he was tense. But not knowing what Snap was? ……Okay. "Well snap is a game of card, where you each get half the deck and turn over one card per turn. If two cards of the same number come up in a row you slam your hand down and shout 'SNAP'. You try to be the first person to do this. If you are the first person you collect all the cards in the 'discard' pile and start a new pile. The aim of the game is to get all the cards." As he was talking, the voice having dropped it's voice by a few decibels, Rez hooked a deck of card out of his pocket and started shuffling them nervously.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded at the instructions, watching carefully as the other boy shuffled the cards. "It sounds simple enough. Should we take a table for the game?" The request had been a bit odd, but seeing how he had just been acting and the way he seemed to have loosened up a bit at that moment, the quiet boy wondered if perhaps it was an issue with his demon. Can it be calmed like that? How curious...</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo looked around the room that Katherin had led them to in awe. This castle really was prepared for everything, it seemed. It made him wonder what other kinds of rooms it held. I'll have to ask for a full tour later, if she has time... Turning back toward the girl before following the other male to the table, he nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, this is quite impressive." Once at the table, however, he couldn't help but worry a bit again at the way Rez looked while shuffling the cards. His request, too, sounded a bit...perhaps melancholy? Or maybe just tired? He wasn't sure, to be honest, but he nodded. If this was something to do with his demon, then it made sense that it probably ended with something less than pleasant to have others see. Of course, I'm sure you know all about that by now, don't you? You had such interesting ones a couple of weeks ago, it's actually really fun trying to come up with ways to top that~.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Finally, with two even piles of cards before him, Rez offered first pick to Kyo. "Gentleman first" he joked, covering up his dread for the end of the game.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo placed his tablet down next to him on the table and took the card pile to his left, sliding it closer to where he was. Placing one hand on the top card, he nodded to indicate that he was ready and got ready to flip the card as soon as his opponent did so.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Pulling the other pile closer to himself, Rez placed on thumb on top of the top card and his fingers in a position that left them ready to grasp the bottom face of said card. It meant that when he drew the card it was facing away from himself, leaving no room to call him a cheater; a favorite tactic of old opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo quickly flipped his card directly onto the table as soon Rez moved, somehow feeling an extra urgency to move quickly. Looking down at the result, he soon moved his hand back to his pile when he realized that the cards were different. Just as quickly as the first time, though, he drew a second card to place down a moment later.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo was Fast! Rez grinned matching his pace and flipping another few cards, blacks and reds, one after the other. It wasn't till about their seventh card that a match came up. Double sixes. Tugging his right hand, the one he had been using for flipping cards, out of the fray, Rez slammed his left hand towards the table, calling "Snap!" as he did so. It wasn't a rule to use the other hand, just habit.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked at how quickly the other boy had claimed the cards, a bit too stunned to react himself for the moment. Perhaps he hadn't been as prepared as he thought after all. Either way, at least he was sure of how it worked now. Nodding in acknowledgement, he placed his hand back on the top of his stack and started quickly flipping cards over again. Once another pair showed up, he tried to slam his hand down the same way Rez had before. Checking the cards after, he could see that it was a pair if fours this time.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Well Rez though, He seems to have gotten the hang of the game Rez got himself another pair, and then accidentally attempted for a six and a nine, the voice urging him on. When he saw that they weren't even a pair he blushed scarlet red, much the same colour as his eyes, standing out radically against his white hair. "Sorry" He mumbled, shamefaced, before indicating he was ready to start again. But that had left him flustered, and for the next few pairs he barely realized they were there until they were gone.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo took another few pairs, noticing that the boy in front of him seemed to have gotten a bit distracted. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to get out of the game. Did he need to win or lose? What happened either way? While he was lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn't notice the next pair himself. He shook his head quickly as he tried to refocus.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Missing a pair, and barely snagging another, Rez tried really hard to ignore the voice, yabbing on about random cards, cards that weren't even in play! Did the voice WANT to lose?! Gritting his jaw, Rez focused, at least as much as the voice would let him; and promptly lost another handful of pairs! Why in the world would the Voice want to lose? It knew as well as he did it was not pleasant, that there was a price to pay, but really he thought, it was probably because he had been the one to challenge, not to be challenged, as then the voice would help as much as it saw fit to. But that was beside the point. The point was slowly but surely Rez was losing, and he was going to take it like a man, ……or an albino boy at least.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo didn't really realize how many pairs he had collected until he lost another pair and took another look at his pile. It was getting pretty tall; there were probably only a few more pairs that could be played before the game ended. Though, he still didn't understand much besides the fact that the other male seemed to become more flustered as time went on. Wait, should he have just let him win? Would that have been more helpful? The realization made him hesitate at the next pair out of distraction, though he could see that it probably wouldn't do much good at this point when he tuned back in. Only a few cards left. It made him wonder, though; if they didn't get any matches for the last two cards, how would that affect things?</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez ran out of cards to place, he got quite a shock too, watching the center pile as he was, he reached for a card 'flipped it over' and realized he was holding nothing. Blinking he glanced at his nonexistent pile, a taste of bile rising in the back of his throat, there was only a slim chance for him to win now, a slim chance to continue the game, and he was going to take it, that slim chance. Glancing up at Kyo he explained what happened now; "Since I've run out of cards, you just keep putting cards down, and wait and see it ther is a pair, if one comes up and I get it, we continue playing normally, if however you get the pair, you win." He had known people to be in the same position he was in and come back and win the game, but that was few and far between, and not likely, but Rez always fought to the bitter end.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded, looking back to the table and flipping over more cards. Oddly enough, it seemed to be taking a really long time for a match to show up. Four, five, six...ten, twelve, fourteen... The air felt awkwardly tense to him by the time the sixteenth card revealed another pair. Almost doing a double take, he closed his eyes for a second as he felt his hand almost move on its own, just waiting for the sound of either person's hand hitting the stack in the center.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Seconds, that's all it took. Rez was seconds behind Kyo, but those seconds cost him dearly. Spotting the pair Rez slammed his hand down, too slow, accidentally squashing Kyo's hand beneath his own. Already he could feel the pain beginning to lance through his head, ricocheting off his skull, reverberating, slowly growing stronger and stronger. Snatching his hand back from the table, Rez looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes, hoping the other boy remembered that Rez just needed to be alone. He would thank him for the game later, when he could think clearly again. NO…… seconds, gimme seconds. Rez begged silently, struggling to keep his hands from trembling, a futile effort, what with his whole body shivering like he was out in the snow with summer clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Feeling a hand smack down on top of his, Kyo opened his eyes to see that he had actually taken the pair. He honestly wasn't sure how to feel about it. Looking back up at the other boy, he grew concerned at the condition he seemed to be in. Reaching a hand out toward him in an attempt to affirm his well-being, he suddenly hesitated as he remembered that he had asked to be alone. Is this the work of his demon, then? Perhaps I should have let him win... Since that was no longer an option, though, he retracted his hand and stood up from the chair, nodding toward the other male and picking up his tablet. It seemed best to just leave for the moment, so he looked over toward Katherin before walking to the door. "We should probably go now, shouldn't we?"</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders, now looking past a decently challenging walk from the field before him to his knew castle home, takes off his hat, in which happens to have money for the ride, and tosses it to his driver. The elderly Persian man looks to the small, young and unconfident boy continue to struggle with his bags as he counted the money, and realized how helpless his passenger truly was. "Young man, do you need help" The large man offers as he steps out of the car to stretch his legs, already going in to help the young man, only to have the bag snatched away in a frantic attempt to prevent the next epidemic. The elderly man eyed his passenger for a moment before hesitantly going back into the car and starting the engine. "Now be safe young man, I can't have word that some boy was found in a ditch with me being the last man he saw" joked the Taxi man in an ill founded attempt to create small talk, but ended up only striking fear into the boy. The man merely sighed and waved before driving off, and the now scared boy walked his way up to the castle. That was every penny he had, that taxi driver was tipped over one hundred dollars for the fear he was likely to die of some horrendous disease. It was only a few minutes before the young boy came to the large pine and riveted entrance to the castle. It was more intimidation up close, and earlier he had growing regret with each step, and yet, he was here. With a well placed slap to the face, gulp and sigh to allow himself the bravado he needed to continue, the scrawny boy leaped for the door knocker, and with all his might, swung it's decorated iron swivel into the door three times to create large knocks. With this and the addition of the long ride and walk, Alders was now entirely worn out. He had a feeling the others would open the door soon. Resting his head on a leather suitcase he had taken with him, Alders began to rest his eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Disese is here. Katherin nodded to the voice in her head. She didn't know why she did that but she often responded to something that the demon lord told her. She pulled her tabled out of her bag. She had learned to carry the device with her everywhere. But it was annoying to always have it in her hand. So she bought a small pouch to carry it in. With a smile she opened the door. "Hello. My name is Katherin. Please come in. The others are inside."</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Hearing footsteps at the front door, Alders jolted up and gripped his suitcase, looking like it was as large as he was. Again afraid of what he would find living in a castle, Alders half hide behind his belongings. As the door screeched open he looked upon a young lady. She could not have been no older than able to drink, and her crisp orange hair and pale skin gave a nostalgic feeling, much like his old friend.... his only friend. With a weak smile to return to her, Alders looked around a moment before giving a hesitant limp into the beautifully decorated home. It was cozy inside. Warm, yet open, he didn't see the others she mentioned, but was afraid regardless. "It's very nice to meet you miss Katherin, I am Alders Solvmed, and it is a pleasure to meet you" He managed to let out in a weak, high pitched and humbled tone. In his head, the dull and gunky voice of a deprecated and horrifying beast emerged. It gave a simple text to him, a command. "allow me to converse with this demon, she is one I so sparsely get the opportunity to bargin with" It bellowed within. Alders Merely winced at this hindersome reminder and in fear attempted more idol talk with the handsome young lady. "I hope I wont be a bother here, it would seem more like a day care at times if your taking in a select mix children here" he spoke, clearly afraid she might agree.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "We are an odd group but I think that will kelp things interesting. Considering everything interesting will be something we definetly want. I've written most of the information in the great room if you want to know what we discussed before you got here. But from the looks of you I think you're rather see one of the bedrooms. There are plenty to choose from. I'm thinking you'll want one way from the others? Katherin asked.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Looking to the young lady as if she was an angel, Alders seemed to take everything she was saying and storing into his memories. she seemed to know him better than himself, which wasn't hard, but strange considering she was one she had yet to meet. Nodding in response to signify that he was interested in finding a room in the general direction that she had show to him. His arms grew weak but without wanting to burden the lady, he seemed to let them wobble. Katherin, though he had seen her only moments ago, was the greatest person he had met, and he felt the need to indulge her in his though. "you remind me of an old freind of mine... but sadly she's no longer with us. She died, of some sort of bubonic plague" He blabbered to her.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Seeing Katherin leave the room with her tablet out, Kyo followed out of curiosity, staying a ways behind as she returned to the door. At the sight of the new arrival, he tilted his head and looked on silently. Is this another demon host? It must be...I wonder which one... I think this might be an old 'friend' of mine... you two really should meet...</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Suddering in the thought, He remembered attempting, only to fail. If he were to infect anymore, perhaps it would be a plausible option, but until then, Alders knew he could contain the demon within for the time being. "d-do you have a demon too?" He asked sheepishly. Alders was still not akin to this idea. Perhaps it was a rude question?</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo continued following, since they seemed to be going to the rooms already. He remained silent as Katherin relayed the information he had already received to the newcomer, feeling kind of sorry about how scared he seemed to be about all of it. Honestly, finding out about his own demon had been plenty terrifying, though at least he had at least some idea before coming here for confirmation. When the boy dropped his suitcase, the dark-haired man hesitated for a moment before picking it up in an attempt to help. He offered a small, apologetic smile, though he wasn't sure how much it would help at this point.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I am the keeper of Secrets. Every secret within a mike or so around me I know. My demon collects them. That is why I am using the text-to-speak option on my tablet. With the tablet I can say what ever I want. If I try to talk the way you do I would only be able to reveal all secrets my demon has collected. Katherine explained.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "oh, I see. That must be a terrible burden... so... even know about the-" Alders begins to ask about a rather embarressing secret before noticing someone else was helping with his bag. Though his eyes were still glassy, Alders smiled back to the boy. "Hello mister, what might your name be?" He asked, hopping no horrible plague had reached his suitcase. Suddenly he felt panic. "I-i Think I can carry that after all though mister" Alders pleaded suddenly, not wanting the other demon host to feel the wrath of petulance. Inside his demon laughed. "Oh come now, I'm not about to poison an old buddy, well not yet at least" It joked in a cynical way.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed man gave the boy a curious look, iabout how he seemed to become more nervous all of a sudden. He waved off the offer to take back the suitcase, trying hard not to react to Nightmare's assertion that he was probably safe as Nightmare would bring Hell up here should anything happen to its host anyway. Not that it could. You can't die, remember? Only go mad, probably~. Shaking his head in a vain attempt to quiet the internal noise, Kyo thought to answer the question about his name, but realized that he couldn't exactly do so with his hands full at the moment. Giving another apologetic look and a shrug, he continued to carry the suitcase.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "This is Kyo. He is the keeper of Nightmares. You don't worry about any of us getting sick from you. We are immune to all diseases. We are pretty much immortal now. Which is why I have invited everyone here. I am hoping together that we can figure out how to live with these Demon Lords without losing ourselves to them. Katherin explained as she led them towards the bedrooms.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "that explains....' The young boy started softly, remembering the attempt he had on his own life, and his father doing the same in his eyes, but neither killing him as it was. Instead he thought it better he kept something as so to himself. "thank you again miss Katherin.... and it's very nice to meet you kyo" The small boy muttered gingerly, afraid what someone with a demon of nightmares had to offer in terms of small talk. Inside he heard another voice. [color= "why do you act so reclusive, you need to live a little, it'll help both of us! Here, Give me control, I shall formally reintroduce myself to Nightmares properly, For good old times sake? Please?"[/color] It shouted inside, but the boy only clutched his hands in response, afraid of what might be returned if he argued.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo bowed his head slightly as Katherin introduced him, giving her a grateful smile after. Still unable to answer the boy, he settled for a nod and a smile in response to his greeting. Nightmare seemed to giggle a bit about how it wondered if its old companion had come up with anything new recently, or if it needed any inspiration. It made sense to the dark-haired male how some illnesses and such could quickly turn into nightmare fuel, but he really didn't want to think more on that kind of a collaboration. Instead, he kept following Katherin's lead. It would be nice to see where they would be staying.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders looked around nervously as the eyes of the new acquaintance drilled into him. He just wanted to go to his room right now. Since he had gotten off the cab, Alders had been scared to a brink of his life. Deep down he knew even there the constant reminder of his demon via taunts would haunt him. Alders grit his teeth in dismay at the realization. To never be alone, to be cursed and to know what was with him? Perhaps ignorance truly was bliss, Alders seemed to think so. "could we please get to the room.... I'd like to unpack ma'am" He mummbled with a quivering voice, clearly afraid.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "All the rooms are available. Please take whatever you want. Alders, I think you might like the tower. But please look around and pick whatever room you like."Katherin told them.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "I would enjoy that" Alders politely responded. He wanted the room farthest away from the others. The less they were inhabited by diseased, the less they threatened humanity as a whole. Even if it could not kill them, disease lingers in people it infects. Alders also enjoyed solitude. Not that these people were bad, they had been nothing but curdious to him, but he didn't do well with others twenty four seven and would like to have time to himself and not hear other people's talks. "how many people live her?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Right now I am the only one living here. I have like 30 some rooms. Honestly I haven't explored the whole castle yet. Katherin told him. She had gotten lost the last time she had tried to explore on her own. She thought she might take the time make a map but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Adjusting to being the keeper of a demon lord had taken over. Now that she had found some balance she might get back to trying to make one.@manapool1</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders smiled at the words. He was sure exploring the halls would be fun for him, and a good way to escape. Nearing his room he rushed to open the door. The inside was furnished beyond his belief and he was too excited to hold it in, but he did his best to do so. Despite being young, he remembered the house with his father.... among other things. That house was lively, silky and translucent orange and gold curtains, finely cut crystalline chandeliers and porcelain galore. The nostalgia of such a house was to die for, and he was getting all that here. "This is too much ms. Katherin, is there any way I can repay you?" he asked in a delighted manor.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "You don't have to repay me. As you can see I have more than I will ever need. Consider living here. Consider working together to find a way to live with our demons. We have a lot of time on our hands. The world will change but we never will. We need each other. Katherin told him. She didn't want to be alone forever. She had been alone her whole life. She didn't want to spend eternity alone.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo had barely left the room when Rez finally couldn't hold the pain anymore. Snatching at his shirt he tugged the hem up to his face and shoved it into his mouth in a crumpled lump of fabric. Barely had he chomped down on it when the screams came. Muffled through the shirt, they died before leaving the room. The pain was worse than usual, for the most part because no one had challenged Rez for a while, but also because he had done the challenging, because he had lost, and because he had challenged for something as meager as a card game. that last one only sometimes affected the outcome, for example the worse he fails the more pain, but for something like a card game, with the other combining factors, it didn't change anything. At some point in time he fell of the chair, landing hard on the ground with a 'ka-thunk', just adding to the pain. Finally, although really it was not long, Rez stopped thrashing like a land-bound fish, and curled up in a tight ball. Whimpering softly. Eventually even his muffled whimpers died out leaving a shaken mess of Rez on the floor. Climbing tediously to his feet, Rez stumbled over to the door, staggering out into the hall and collapsing in the entry hall, deciding he'd wait there until the others came back, and then he'd hopefully be able to find a room, all he wanted right then was to sleep. As a way to pass the time he fished his ear-buds out of a pocket and cranked the volume up to loud, picking a fast song, and tuning out of the real world, and in to the music.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "Well, I shall stay with you as long as I can, it's the least I can do to repay you for what you've done for me..." He gestured, awaiting his bags for the seemingly mute other man. Where all the other's mute? Katherin communicated through and the other one seemed to never talk. Perhaps he was just shy? Regardless he removed his cap and overjacket, leaving his brown hair and black shirt exposed. So this was his new family? H had a feeling they wouldn't be as odd as his father and mother. He could get used to this. The idea of eternal life, however, struck fear in him. Loosing everyone he knew outside of the castle? Watching the world end? Watching humanity end, it all seemed so painful. Would he aged, like a teen always desires? Sitting on the bed, the young man looked over and gave a weak smile. He was already akin to and enjoyed the new reservation!</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Suddenly snapping back to attention after having been wowed by the room that they had been led to, Kyo looked down in slight embarrassment as he handed over the suitcase and stepped away from the door to the room. It was kind of reassuring to have use of his hands again, though he hadn't really minded helping out. It just made it a lot easier to communicate with a second hand available. Giving one last smile in an attempt to reassure the nervous-looking young man, he waited in the hall for Katherin.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin waved her goodbye. She wanted to get the others settled. It was nice to have people around her. People who were struggling as much as she was. Maybe more she thought. Every demon was different. Just because she and Secrets had reached an agreement that didn't mean that the others had. She indicated for Kyo to follow her. "Pick a room. There are plenty."@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Now alone, Alders allowed a tear to come down his face before he sat down in the fetal position. It was too much for them to be so kind and for him to pity himself for it, Alders couldn't help but feel worse then ever for taking so much from her and giving nothing more in return. After a moments of silence he stood up and began to unpack, thinking over the others he wasn't sure what to think. Alders had only met a few, but he already had an odd feeling he wasn't ready to meet the others. He had to remember they had demons within, and that this made them dangerous. Of course the demon within decided to but in. "Your such a coward at times. You shouldn't stay too long, they are demons after all!" the demon sleazes within. It was clear he was trying to make thing look worse, and his tactics would have worked if Alders was slightly young. "Not today, I think I'm going to stay here for a while"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded in response and followed Katherin to find a room to stay in. As he looked around the hall at the many doors, he could hardly believe that the girl really live here by herself. "If it's alright for me to ask, how long have you lived here? Have you always lived by yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I have lived alone my whole life. Well I suppose that isn't completely true. I bounced around from foster home to foster home so I wasn't really alone until I was eighteen. Once I was too old for the system I was truly alone for the first time. But I have lived alone here for little over a year. I didn't even know about the aunt that left it to me until after she passed away." Katherin told him.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded solemnly, feeling a bit of empathy at the mention of being alone and without a permanent home. His own experiences after the accident his family was in had been pretty difficult. He hadn't been as lucky in his experience with anything to do with any aunts, however, and he still carried the remains of that time with him. He just couldn't get away from it, no matter how different his life was now. Still, that was all an explanation for another time, though he didn't doubt that she could get the information at any time. It wasn't so much a secret in his mind as just not immediately relevant, but he didn't know how Secrets determined what to take. "I see. It must have been very quiet, then." The silent male wasn't sure what more to say after that, not wanting to be too intrusive in his questioning or too imposing with his opinion. It was still something he worried about on a daily basis. As they walked by a few of the other rooms, however, he did finding himself somewhat drawn to one in particular. Nothing more special about it than he expected was in the other rooms, just a good feeling. Turning back to Katherin, he bowed his head a little. "I will take this room if it is alright. It will be nice to get some rest. Thank you, Miss Katherin."</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin hummed as she made her way to the kitchen. She wasn't the best cook but now that she had people to cook for, she wanted to cook for them. She asked Secrets if he knew what they would like but since most people didn't try to hide their favorite foods he didn't have an answer for her. So she decided on eggs. They were simple enough and most people liked them so it seemed like the best bet.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo woke up a bit slowly, a bit surprised that he hadn't suffered from any nightmares this time. Perhaps his demon was taking a break...or maybe just building up to something much worse later. It always seemed to like messing with him every now and then. Deciding to just be grateful for the time being, the dark-haired man rose to get ready for the day, blinking a bit sleepily at the room he found himself in. It took a moment for him to remember the details of exactly what happened the night before, but it made a bit more sense by the time he had cleaned up and gotten into a new change of clothing. Just a simple pair of black trousers and a nice blue shirt were all that he felt would be necessary for the day, though he slipped a hair tie into his pocket just in case before leaving the room. After a bit of wandering, the dark-eyed man eventually made it back to the main hall they had been in the day before, realizing that he actually didn't know where he should be going. Perhaps there is somewhere we should meet for breakfast? I wonder where the kitchen is...</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Stretching, Rez curled over, mumbling something vaguely along the lines of "don-wanna, go-way" before snuggling back down into the mountain of blankets and pillows. Dragging himself back up from sleep, Rez eventually woke up. Stretching up, he yawned, opening his eyes and looking round, slightly in shock. Where the hell was he? It took a few seconds of staring blankly at the roomful of books for Rez to remember what had happened. He groaned dropping his head in his hands, it still wasn't just a nightmare. Finally getting over that, he leapt up, Grabbing the book from the night before and reinstalling it in its place. Grumbling a little, he headed out of the library, wandering aimlessly until he stumbled across a scent that made his stomach growl. Following his nose to find the kitchen, he wandered into the main hall, seeing a head of vaguely familiar looking dark hair. Strolling over, Rez silently confirmed it was the same man he had challenged yesterday, and lost against. "Morning. Looking for the kitchen? I think it's this way," he gestured towards where the smell was coming from, the rumbling beast in his stomach agreeing with that statement. "Oh, I'm Rez by the way, I don't think I've introduced myself. Also, thank you for the game yesterday, sorry if it was a bit ……odd." He grinned then, happy and carefree, walking backwards in the direction he thought the kitchen was, not caring that he was still wearing the same rumpled clothes as the day before, nor that his white hair was sticking up, shooting off in every direction physically possible.@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo turned to the voice he heard with some slight surprise, not quite expecting to see the same male who had so suddenly asked for a game of card the other day. It made sense that he would still be here, of course, but his appearance in this particular place this early had caught him a bit off guard. Still, he nodded in response and took out his tablet to type. "Good morning, and yes, that is where I am headed. I hope that you slept well?" Honestly, he hadn't been too sure about that question, what with the appearance that he seemed to be sporting at the moment. It was already out there before he could take it back, though, so he continued and hoped that it would at least be ignored if it wasn't true. "I am Kyo. I cannot seem to remember whether or not I introduced myself either. I apologize for that rude error of mine, and it is nice to formally meet you." Since he seemed to be going off to the kitchen already, the silent male followed him, vaguely catching the scent of something cooking as he walked. It seemed that Rez did indeed know where he was going.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez grinned, "Oh I always look like this when I wake up, and yes I slept fine, don't really remember it, but I don't feel tired any more, sooo……" He was feeling talkative this morning. His hair would eventually stop mimicking a hedgehog, not that Rez cared, it could stay like that the whole day as far as he was concerned. He would change his clothes eventually, after breakfast, of course. All his spare gear was tucked away in the panniers on his motorbike, he'd left it there with the faint hope that this wouldn't take long, but he had vaguely known that that was just a wish. Still walking backwards, he leapt up a small group of stairs, tripping backwards on the top one and landing on his backside with a small 'thump'. His face showed shock, almost comically, staying frozen for a few seconds before erupting into a fit of laughter. Sniggering he sprung up, still grinning like a loon. "Hey I found this book in the library, this place is so big it even has a library and it's crammed full of books, anyway, there was this book with a picture of a dragon called Incognito, and it was going like this," He demonstrated, using the open flaps of his light blue hoodie to mimic the wings, wrapping his arms out in-front of him and ducking his head a little, peering at Kyo through a small gap. Giggling like a little kid he didn't see the wall, curtsy of going backwards, and so walked straight back into it. "Oopps." he snickered, making the most of having no voice in his head.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed man could tell that something was definitely different with the boy this morning, though he thought that perhaps it was just because he might have been tired the day before as well. When Rez fell after climbing the short group of stairs, however, he started to worry slightly. The slight shock on his face had hardly worn off and he hadn't even finished typing to ask if he was hurt before the younger male had burst out laughing and jumped back up. Before Kyo had time to completely comprehend the scene in front of him, Rez had already started going on about a...hiding dragon in a book...complete with a demonstration of exactly how it hid using his hoodie... ...which, of course, ended with him crashing backwards into something else. Now questioning whether he was being affected more from his unfortunate bumps into the various parts of the interior than he had previously thought, Kyo moved a bit closer to ascertain that there hadn't been any injury. "Are you really alright?" If his face hadn't been showing much concern before, it certainly was now, and he only hoped that the kitchen wasn't much further so perhaps they could get there without many more incidents.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Are you really alright?" Rez's head snapped up to look at the concerned face of Kyo, his red eyes gleaming in the light from the corridor. "Yep, I'm great, thanks." He smiled, "You gotta make the most out of life, and even more when you don't have a voice in your head." Picking himself up from where he had slumped down to the floor, Rez fell into step with Kyo, deciding they must be getting close as the smell was getting stronger. He knew he was acting like a five year old, not that it fazed him, these moments could be few and far between. Sprawling forwards, having tripped over his own feet, he grinned, "Hey, I found the kitchen!"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Good morning. I was just about to go looking for everyone. I made some eggs. If you want something else please feel free. I am not the best cook but I am working on learning."Katherin told them. She wanted them to stay. She would do whatever it took. She had a feeling that they were going to need each other. Maybe not to day but eventually. The demons were not easy to manage alone. Surely having someone supporting them would make things easier.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Oh, oh, oh, do you have potatoes?????" Rez sprung up from the floor and bounced over to Katherin, a massive grin spreading across his face. He'd never really liked eggs, but that was okay, it was the thought that counted, and anyway, how was she supposed to know what random strangers liked to eat? He started opening cupboards randomly, fishing out a fair sized fry-pan, and setting it on a counter. "Oh, sorry," he muttered, realizing he'd been rude.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Please feel free to make yourself at home."Katherin assured him. She was glad that he had felt comfortable enough to go looking for what he needed. She hoped that meant that he felt at home her. She desperately wanted the others to stay. She didn't want to be alone anymore. And she knew they would need each other. People would be hunting them. She wanted her new family to be safe. And she did consider the others family.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) After receiving permission to keep rummaging, Rez hunted around, grabbing out; a grater, a plate, an armfull of potatoes, a slab of butter and a fish-slice thingie. Dumping them all on the bench, he filled the bottom of the sink with water, scrubbed the potatoes, placed the fry-pan on a hot-plate, turning it on and dropping some butter in. Letting the butter melt, Rez grated the potatoes onto a chopping board, grabbing a couple of handfuls and dropping them into the hot butter. Flipping the potato patties over when each side was cooked, Rez dropped them on the plate, and added more to the pan, grabbing one and munching as he cooked.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Good morning, Miss Winter. I hope that you slept well, and thank you for your kindness." Kyo bowed his head slightly when he saw Katherin, greeting her the same way he always felt was natural. "I would be glad to have some of the eggs if that is alright. May I also make some tea if there is any available?" He kept his eyes slightly averted as the tablet read out the request, still unable to make direct eye contact during this sort of situation. It just didn't feel natural to him to do so.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Of course you can. I am sure I have some here somewhere."Katherin frowned at the cabinets. She had bought some for herself. But she couldn't remember where she had put it. She started opening cabinets."I've got raspberry and regular. We can go into town later and get whatever I don't have."She told him setting the two flavors down.</s> <\|message\|>Death A small box filled with an assortment of tea bags sat precariously on the dusty surface of the mahogany table in the old, frigid study. A few empty packages were scattered along side the box. Accompanying the box was a stack of old books, hard cover and full of thick yellowish pages. A soft, ethereal chuckle echoed from the corners of the study as another cup of tea poured itself from a steaming kettle, which somehow stayed hot in spite of the cold air. With one book finished, the slender fingers of a gloved hand set the finished tome down on the table and picked up another, bringing it into the seat along with the refilled teacup. The faint smell of earl grey wafted out from under the study door and into the hall.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Thank you, raspberry will be fine. I'm sorry to trouble you like this." Kyo gave a small smile as he placed his tablet down on the counter while he looked for a kettle. After a bit of searching, he eventually found one and began to fill it with water, but stopped in realization before he finished. Turning back to the tablet, he began typing again. "Would you like for me to make a cup for you as well?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I would love a cup of tea."Katherin replied. she filled her plate with eggs and sat at the table watching the other two. She was glad that she had been chosen to be the keeper of a demon. Because of Secrets she had a chance to make new friends. She had a chance to build a family. Something she doubted thst she coukd have had a chance at without the life changing event of recieving a demon.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The male's dark hair bobbed along with his head as he nodded in response, prompting him to take the chance to tie it back before he went back to filling the kettle. As soon as he had it set on the stove, he began to search for a couple of teacups. Setting them on the table once he had them in hand, he turned back to the cabinets again. "Do you like cream or sugar, or anything else in your tea?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Oh, oh, oh, do you have potatoes?????" Rez sprung up from the floor and bounced over to Katherin, a massive grin spreading across his face. He'd never really liked eggs, but that was okay, it was the thought that counted, and anyway, how was she supposed to know what random strangers liked to eat? He started opening cupboards randomly, fishing out a fair sized fry-pan, and setting it on a counter. "Oh, sorry," he muttered, realizing he'd been rude.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Please feel free to make yourself at home."Katherin assured him. She was glad that he had felt comfortable enough to go looking for what he needed. She hoped that meant that he felt at home her. She desperately wanted the others to stay. She didn't want to be alone anymore. And she knew they would need each other. People would be hunting them. She wanted her new family to be safe. And she did consider the others family.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) After receiving permission to keep rummaging, Rez hunted around, grabbing out; a grater, a plate, an armfull of potatoes, a slab of butter and a fish-slice thingie. Dumping them all on the bench, he filled the bottom of the sink with water, scrubbed the potatoes, placed the fry-pan on a hot-plate, turning it on and dropping some butter in. Letting the butter melt, Rez grated the potatoes onto a chopping board, grabbing a couple of handfuls and dropping them into the hot butter. Flipping the potato patties over when each side was cooked, Rez dropped them on the plate, and added more to the pan, grabbing one and munching as he cooked.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Good morning, Miss Winter. I hope that you slept well, and thank you for your kindness." Kyo bowed his head slightly when he saw Katherin, greeting her the same way he always felt was natural. "I would be glad to have some of the eggs if that is alright. May I also make some tea if there is any available?" He kept his eyes slightly averted as the tablet read out the request, still unable to make direct eye contact during this sort of situation. It just didn't feel natural to him to do so.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Of course you can. I am sure I have some here somewhere."Katherin frowned at the cabinets. She had bought some for herself. But she couldn't remember where she had put it. She started opening cabinets."I've got raspberry and regular. We can go into town later and get whatever I don't have."She told him setting the two flavors down.</s> <\|message\|>Death A small box filled with an assortment of tea bags sat precariously on the dusty surface of the mahogany table in the old, frigid study. A few empty packages were scattered along side the box. Accompanying the box was a stack of old books, hard cover and full of thick yellowish pages. A soft, ethereal chuckle echoed from the corners of the study as another cup of tea poured itself from a steaming kettle, which somehow stayed hot in spite of the cold air. With one book finished, the slender fingers of a gloved hand set the finished tome down on the table and picked up another, bringing it into the seat along with the refilled teacup. The faint smell of earl grey wafted out from under the study door and into the hall.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Thank you, raspberry will be fine. I'm sorry to trouble you like this." Kyo gave a small smile as he placed his tablet down on the counter while he looked for a kettle. After a bit of searching, he eventually found one and began to fill it with water, but stopped in realization before he finished. Turning back to the tablet, he began typing again. "Would you like for me to make a cup for you as well?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I would love a cup of tea."Katherin replied. she filled her plate with eggs and sat at the table watching the other two. She was glad that she had been chosen to be the keeper of a demon. Because of Secrets she had a chance to make new friends. She had a chance to build a family. Something she doubted thst she coukd have had a chance at without the life changing event of recieving a demon.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The male's dark hair bobbed along with his head as he nodded in response, prompting him to take the chance to tie it back before he went back to filling the kettle. As soon as he had it set on the stove, he began to search for a couple of teacups. Setting them on the table once he had them in hand, he turned back to the cabinets again. "Do you like cream or sugar, or anything else in your tea?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Honey please." Katherin answered with a smile. "I was thinking of making a list of things and going into town. I try to go into town ever day or two to feed Secrets and get supplies. You are all welcome to come if you like." She encouraged them hoping that atleast a couple of them would choose to come with her. She wanted to spend more time with them. Plus it would be nice to have company on the trip.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Having finished cooking all the homemade potato patties, Rez turned the stove off, snagging himself another pattie, before offering some to the other two. "Can I please come? Into town I mean?" He queried, finishing his mouthful, and grinning happily. He had started to relax around these people, and he couldn't think when that had started, but he was quite fine with it. "Also I hope you don't mind, I might of slept in the library." Taking another massive bite of his food, he leaned against the counter, watching Kyo like a kid might, with the big curious eyes and all.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Of course you are welcome to come. I think it is better if we all go together. That way we can all get what we want and need from town."Katherin was glad that they were both interested in going with her. She hoped that spending time with them would help her get to know them. She eat her eggs and drank her tea. She was happy now that she had others in her life. She hoped that it would last awhile.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded as he brought the rest of the items for the tea to the table, turning back after to bring his tablet with him. "Going into town sounds fine. It would probably be a good idea to learn a bit about the area if we will be here for a while, anyway." He could already think of a few things that he would probably need soon, so the timing seemed very convenient. He wondered if they might find out more about their odd situation somehow as well; there were still so many questions to ask.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Polishing off his food, Rez resisted the urge to lick his plate, he really didn't need them thinking he was that rude and wild. "Well then," he said, pushing himself up from where he had been leaning rinsing the plate in the sink, "I'm gonna go get changed, uhhh…… where do you want this?" he gestured with the plate, flinging tiny drops of water everywhere within a three foot radius. "Oh sorry." He muttered, slowly seeming to age from his hyper five-year-old attitude, to a more laid back ten-year-old mind-frame.@KatherinWinter</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter @SilverWolfAngel "Just set it on the counter. I will put everything away while you guys get ready. The town people are very friendly. They have been very helpful. I'll show you around. I haven't explore all of the city but I know where most of the stuff is. So if you make a list we can get the whatever you need."Katherin told them as she finished her food. She carried her plate over to the sink. She quickly washed them.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded as he soon finished eating and brought his dishes to the sink as well, hoping not to take too long in in getting ready. "Thank you, Miss Winter. Should we meet in the front hall once we have prepared?" The prospect of going out was becoming more appealing by the minute, and he already had a few ideas in mind for what he needed to do.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded. That was a good place for them to meet. She finished putting things away before heading to the front hall. She tucked her tablet into her purse so that she would have it if she needed it.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After a few minutes of searching for his room again followed by some short preparations, Kyo eventually stepped out into the hall again and tried to navigate back toward the front of the building as quickly as possible. "I apologize for the wait." He let the tablet read out his message when he approached the meeting point and Katherin, inclining his head the way he normally did for such things. Taking a moment to adjust the soft grey jacket he wore and the small messenger bag over his shoulder, he looked around to see if the other male had arrived yet.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Heading out to where his motorbike had been abandoned, Rez rifled through the panniers, pulling out a rumpled but clean grey tee shirt and tugging it on. Digging deeper he snagged a few things he thought might need and dropped them all in a bum-bag that he then belted snugly round his waist. Slipping back into the castle he saw he was back just behind Kyo. "sorry if I'm late" he offered, then brightened "So, can we go now?" he shrugged back into his light-morning-blue hoodie and held the door open, standing like doormen supposedly do, "Madam, Sir." he gestured.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Ready?"Katherin smiled at the other two. She was still hoping more would come but she would have to wait and see. She opened the door and lead the way to her VW bus. She didn't know if the others had brought their own transportation or not. She would prefer they travel together but she would understand if they wanted to go on their own.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded to the other male out of habit as he held the door open and walked outside after Katherin. As she led them to her vehicle, he suddenly realized that he hadn't had any idea of how they would be traveling to get to town. He would have to be a bit more careful of things like that in the future; of course it wouldn't be likely for town to be that close. Tapping on the surface of the tablet again, he typed out another message: "Will we be going by car, then? About how far is it to town?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Letting the door swing shut with a clank, Rez skipped along behind the other two happily, small clumps of gravel spilling out from under his feet. He skidded slightly, pulling to a stop next to Katherin, content to hitch a lift with her. He gave her a smile, happy, just cause.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter @SilverWolfAngel "Yes we will be going by car. We can take mine." Katherin answered indicating to her van. "It not far about five miles. But most of it is mountain. Going down wouldn't be hard but going back up with supplies could be a challenge." She didn't mind walking but climbing the mountain wasn't that much fun. It wasn't something she wanted to do with supplies. Still it was his choice.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "I see." Kyo nodded once again, agreeing that climbing the mountain on the way back probably wouldn't be the best idea. "Alright, then. Shall we go?" He smiled and made his way over to the vehicle, ready to head on out.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter @SilverWolfAngel Katherin started the car and headed down the mountain. She was looking forward to showing them around town. She told him alittle about the town as she drove wanting to make them feel at home. When the reached the bottom of the mountain she headed to the superstore. She figured that way they could almost everything at once. "Do you want to stay together or go on our own?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo listened carefully as Katherin relayed what she knew about the town, doing his best to memorize what he could. He knew that he probably wouldn't get it all in one try, but at least he had something to go off of for the time being. As they approached the destination, he found himself slightly unsure as to how he wanted to go about the task ahead of them. It probably wouldn't matter, but it did seem like a pretty big store... "I am fine either way, though perhaps it might be better with some direction, since it's still a fairly new place. It seems like a rather large one, at that."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Together, together." Rez sang slightly, bouncing on his toes. Then pulling himself together he added, more seriously; "But maybe if we want we could split off later?" For now he was happy to follow the others.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded as she climbed out of the car. She took her tablet out to answer. "Yes. If you want to explore on your own I understand. Just be careful. There are people who are hunting us. No one knows who we are yet and we dont want to attract their attention. But we can only hid so long."</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed man's brow furrowed slightly in concern as he heard Katherin's warning. "Hunting? Why?" Such a thing was certainly concerning; who would do something like that? And should they have taken more precautions before leaving the castle if this were true? He tried to think back on whether or not she had mentioned anything about it before, but he couldn't seem to be sure. If only I hadn't been so tired...this kind of information is something important to have very early on...I should have been listening more closely...</s>
<\|description\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Age: 16 Demon: Defeat Personality: Strong but shy, he's not afraid of much. Even before Defeat took residence in his head he often rose to challenges, failing more often than not. He has a habit of failing drastically and dragging himself back up and trying again. Stubborn as a mule, he will fight till the very end. Rez hates his full name, and so goes by Rez as his nickname. A little naive Rez tries his hardest, loves music, and books. He can fight, having been taught by an over protective older brother, but isn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. Not that he's an idiot, just that there are many things he thinks are unnecessary to know, or can be bothered learning about. Practical, that the word, Rez likes practical things. Bio: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Wait……… immortal, like immortal? as in living forever? Won't that be incredibly lonely?" Rez was only just grasping some of the thins she had said earlier. "So the choice is; Live forever with demons driving that tiny sane part of us crazy, OR Get rid of them and die? …Hang-on… immortal not indestructible, right? So what happens if we die vaguely normally?" Rez had a bad habit of often speaking out loud when puzzling through things, it helped him think, but others often found it annoying, or weird; and albino brat talking to himself, not an everyday occurrence for most people, but everyday occurrences were very far from here.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Immortal as in nothing can kill you. Trust me on this I have tested it. We can't be killed by any method. You could get sit on a bomb and live. We don't have to be lonely. Part of the reason here is to invite you all a piece. Now that you have demons you cant live in the normal world. People will notice that you aren't aging. People will hunt us. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Before he could stop it a single tear traced his cheek, what was that for? "So we're gonna live here forever?" He grinned suddenly randomly, "We should probably get nice furniture then, just saying." Slowly his words were getting more and more likely to be provoking. Rez knew it was time to start shutting up before he cornered someone into challenging him, just as the voice was aiming for. He had found that as long as he didn't believe things were challenges he didn't have to accept them, but with no challenges he found himself trying to provoke others. Of course as a last resort to shut his voice up he could challenge others, but it wasn't the same.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked, a bit shocked by the new information. There was a way out? They could seal the demons back up? But then they would die in the process...wait, she had tested their indestructability? The boy wasn't sure how to respond to that thought, but it worried him a bit. "We can still be hurt, though, can't we? We may not die, but I doubt that it a reason not to be careful." The information about staying here had also caught him by surprise, but he wasn't sure how to act on that, either. People hunting them? He supposed that was entirely possible, even probable with some of the strange effects he had already experienced, but it was still an odd thought. "Are we really staying here? What about our lives out there? Is it really impossible to return to them?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Its not completely impossible to go back to your lives. But you won't be able to stay long. Maybe ten fifteen years if your lucky. People will notice that you aren't aging. You're welcome to stay But I won't force you. This meeting is for giving yinfinformation and offering you a safe place. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Sooo…… If we can't live OUR life, then Who's life do we live? We could reinvent our self over and over I suppose, moving and changing names, appearances, and all that, but why?" Rez was babbling and he knew it but wasn't gonna stop, yet. "I mean, what do we want to do with our life if we have to live like this? I don't really know about you, but I'm not totally enjoying having someone in my head bossing me around, I'm sorry, but I am NEVER going back to those sici, sicatra, Sacias, sintara……… whoever those things are. Never again, thank you verry much." He knew he had gone off on a tangent, he also knew that he was probably provoking Katherin, as she had said she had been training to be one of those psychiatrist, psychologist people or something like that. His voice was busy whispering; Go for it, provoke her, make her mad, come on challenge her, it dosn't have to be her, anyone will do, throw me a bone, yeah? Come on, you haven't gotten yourself a challenge for ages, and you know what that means. Just challange her, him, any one of them, the next one to speak, there, challenge the next on to speak, OOOHHH…… what about the one in the back, with blue hair? She looks easy to take on, beat her, come on. Unless you want to fail? In that case how about him, the one with ice eyes? Or Mister talkative over here? I really don't care who you challange, but hurry up and do it! It was getting more than Rez could bare, the constant nagging of his voice for a challenge, the news that he would be like this forever. "So is there any way out that doesn't include dying? And if not, What the hell do we plan to do with our lives?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After thinking for another moment, Kyo eventually just nodded his head. "I see, that makes enough sense. Thank you for the consideration, that's very kind of you." Honestly, he thought that the other one had a point as well; it would certainly be difficult to live like this with the demons. If they could do so, however, there probably wouldn't ' the many limits as to what they could do with the rest of their lives. As long as they were careful not to reveal their situation, anyway. Still, if they could find another way out, he didn't doubt that many, if not all of them, would probably take that route. It wasn't sounding too likely just yet, though. Stifling another yawn, the tired male shook his head in an attempt to stay alert.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "No there isn't any other way to get rid of the demons without dying. The demons are a part of us now. If they aren't inside us we die. I don't know what you want to do with your life. I am here to offer you a option. Whether you take that option or not is up to you. I think that despite our demons and the negative things that come from having them that we can do good in the world. I don't know how yet but I think it is a possibility. For now why don't I show you to your rooms so you can rest and think?" Katherin replies.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) At Katherin's reply Rez groaned, half at what she had said and half at the pain that was starting to lace through his head. It wasn't much at the moment, just a dull throb, but over time it would grow. The voice was right, he had to challenge someone, but he was also scared he would lose. "Great idea. Mister talkative here" he gestured at Kyo…… "I missed your name, looks like he is gonna collapse, and I really need to…… to……" he stammered to a stop, fighting inwardly with the voice, hoping for a blank that wasn't coming. "Please tell me you have nice beds, because I ain't sleeping on the floor………" He trailed off again, grabbing at his head as the voice started screaming, yelling that he had to phrase that more brutally, to provoke her, all of it above the pounding of his headache. The problem he thought, was that, even though accepting challenges was easy for him, delivering them was not always.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo almost missed what was being said, so it took a moment to fully process what he had heard before he could type out an acceptable response. "I should be alright, this is not the first time I have had to deal with the differences in time zones. Still, I agree that a rest would be very beneficial. Thank you." Since the boy nearby seemed to be acting so strangely, he stopped for a moment to look toward him. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "I'm Fine just…… I just need to sle…… Challenge…… Fight……" The voice was slipping through, speaking with Rez's voice, "No! I…… Fight you…… In … a bou…… , Game of Snap!" Rez shot the last part out in the hope there would be no chance for the voice to intervene. "I challenge you to a game of snap." He knew it was crazy, and that the others would probably think he was weird, but the others weren't normal either. He looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes that the other boy would agree to the challenge. He didn't know why he chose Kyo, but now the challenge was out……… He just hoped it was accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed boy watched quietly for a moment before typing his response. "Snap?" He tilted his head to the side, giving the other male a slightly curious look. "I'm not sure that I know of it, but I can certainly try."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez's shoulders slumped in relief, he hadn't even realized he was tense. But not knowing what Snap was? ……Okay. "Well snap is a game of card, where you each get half the deck and turn over one card per turn. If two cards of the same number come up in a row you slam your hand down and shout 'SNAP'. You try to be the first person to do this. If you are the first person you collect all the cards in the 'discard' pile and start a new pile. The aim of the game is to get all the cards." As he was talking, the voice having dropped it's voice by a few decibels, Rez hooked a deck of card out of his pocket and started shuffling them nervously.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded at the instructions, watching carefully as the other boy shuffled the cards. "It sounds simple enough. Should we take a table for the game?" The request had been a bit odd, but seeing how he had just been acting and the way he seemed to have loosened up a bit at that moment, the quiet boy wondered if perhaps it was an issue with his demon. Can it be calmed like that? How curious...</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Yes a table might help, I always played it on the floor, but it's your choice as the challenged." Rez realized that it probably would have been easier to have picked a quick game, like go-fish, or memory, but snap had been what was in his head, so snap is what he had said. He looked at Katherin, hoping she didn't mind his being really rather rude. "You don't happen to have a spare table lying round?" He queried.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "A small table?" Katherine typed. She nodded. She indicsted for the two of them to follow her. She lead them down the hall past several doors to what she called the game room. It held a pool table. A round table. A foisall table a dartboard, and other game related items. "This is the game room. There are cards and chips over there."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Thanks" Rez said, grabbing a chair and slouching at the round table, He kept shuffling the cards, Ignoring the voice whispering that he should rig the game, the voice may be a scoundrel, but Rez hated to cheat, if he was going to win he was going to win this fair and square, whatever the consequences. As he dealt, splitting the deck into two piles, Rez asked something of Kyo; "Hey, can… um… you do me a favor? If I lose…… can you leave me alone for a little while?" He wasn't sure how harsh the consequence would be, but he never liked others to see his weak side. "Please?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo looked around the room that Katherin had led them to in awe. This castle really was prepared for everything, it seemed. It made him wonder what other kinds of rooms it held. I'll have to ask for a full tour later, if she has time... Turning back toward the girl before following the other male to the table, he nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, this is quite impressive." Once at the table, however, he couldn't help but worry a bit again at the way Rez looked while shuffling the cards. His request, too, sounded a bit...perhaps melancholy? Or maybe just tired? He wasn't sure, to be honest, but he nodded. If this was something to do with his demon, then it made sense that it probably ended with something less than pleasant to have others see. Of course, I'm sure you know all about that by now, don't you? You had such interesting ones a couple of weeks ago, it's actually really fun trying to come up with ways to top that~.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Finally, with two even piles of cards before him, Rez offered first pick to Kyo. "Gentleman first" he joked, covering up his dread for the end of the game.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo placed his tablet down next to him on the table and took the card pile to his left, sliding it closer to where he was. Placing one hand on the top card, he nodded to indicate that he was ready and got ready to flip the card as soon as his opponent did so.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Pulling the other pile closer to himself, Rez placed on thumb on top of the top card and his fingers in a position that left them ready to grasp the bottom face of said card. It meant that when he drew the card it was facing away from himself, leaving no room to call him a cheater; a favorite tactic of old opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo quickly flipped his card directly onto the table as soon Rez moved, somehow feeling an extra urgency to move quickly. Looking down at the result, he soon moved his hand back to his pile when he realized that the cards were different. Just as quickly as the first time, though, he drew a second card to place down a moment later.</s>	<\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo was Fast! Rez grinned matching his pace and flipping another few cards, blacks and reds, one after the other. It wasn't till about their seventh card that a match came up. Double sixes. Tugging his right hand, the one he had been using for flipping cards, out of the fray, Rez slammed his left hand towards the table, calling "Snap!" as he did so. It wasn't a rule to use the other hand, just habit.</s>
<\|description\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Age: 16 Demon: Defeat Personality: Strong but shy, he's not afraid of much. Even before Defeat took residence in his head he often rose to challenges, failing more often than not. He has a habit of failing drastically and dragging himself back up and trying again. Stubborn as a mule, he will fight till the very end. Rez hates his full name, and so goes by Rez as his nickname. A little naive Rez tries his hardest, loves music, and books. He can fight, having been taught by an over protective older brother, but isn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. Not that he's an idiot, just that there are many things he thinks are unnecessary to know, or can be bothered learning about. Practical, that the word, Rez likes practical things. Bio: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After thinking for another moment, Kyo eventually just nodded his head. "I see, that makes enough sense. Thank you for the consideration, that's very kind of you." Honestly, he thought that the other one had a point as well; it would certainly be difficult to live like this with the demons. If they could do so, however, there probably wouldn't ' the many limits as to what they could do with the rest of their lives. As long as they were careful not to reveal their situation, anyway. Still, if they could find another way out, he didn't doubt that many, if not all of them, would probably take that route. It wasn't sounding too likely just yet, though. Stifling another yawn, the tired male shook his head in an attempt to stay alert.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "No there isn't any other way to get rid of the demons without dying. The demons are a part of us now. If they aren't inside us we die. I don't know what you want to do with your life. I am here to offer you a option. Whether you take that option or not is up to you. I think that despite our demons and the negative things that come from having them that we can do good in the world. I don't know how yet but I think it is a possibility. For now why don't I show you to your rooms so you can rest and think?" Katherin replies.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) At Katherin's reply Rez groaned, half at what she had said and half at the pain that was starting to lace through his head. It wasn't much at the moment, just a dull throb, but over time it would grow. The voice was right, he had to challenge someone, but he was also scared he would lose. "Great idea. Mister talkative here" he gestured at Kyo…… "I missed your name, looks like he is gonna collapse, and I really need to…… to……" he stammered to a stop, fighting inwardly with the voice, hoping for a blank that wasn't coming. "Please tell me you have nice beds, because I ain't sleeping on the floor………" He trailed off again, grabbing at his head as the voice started screaming, yelling that he had to phrase that more brutally, to provoke her, all of it above the pounding of his headache. The problem he thought, was that, even though accepting challenges was easy for him, delivering them was not always.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo almost missed what was being said, so it took a moment to fully process what he had heard before he could type out an acceptable response. "I should be alright, this is not the first time I have had to deal with the differences in time zones. Still, I agree that a rest would be very beneficial. Thank you." Since the boy nearby seemed to be acting so strangely, he stopped for a moment to look toward him. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "I'm Fine just…… I just need to sle…… Challenge…… Fight……" The voice was slipping through, speaking with Rez's voice, "No! I…… Fight you…… In … a bou…… , Game of Snap!" Rez shot the last part out in the hope there would be no chance for the voice to intervene. "I challenge you to a game of snap." He knew it was crazy, and that the others would probably think he was weird, but the others weren't normal either. He looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes that the other boy would agree to the challenge. He didn't know why he chose Kyo, but now the challenge was out……… He just hoped it was accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed boy watched quietly for a moment before typing his response. "Snap?" He tilted his head to the side, giving the other male a slightly curious look. "I'm not sure that I know of it, but I can certainly try."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez's shoulders slumped in relief, he hadn't even realized he was tense. But not knowing what Snap was? ……Okay. "Well snap is a game of card, where you each get half the deck and turn over one card per turn. If two cards of the same number come up in a row you slam your hand down and shout 'SNAP'. You try to be the first person to do this. If you are the first person you collect all the cards in the 'discard' pile and start a new pile. The aim of the game is to get all the cards." As he was talking, the voice having dropped it's voice by a few decibels, Rez hooked a deck of card out of his pocket and started shuffling them nervously.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded at the instructions, watching carefully as the other boy shuffled the cards. "It sounds simple enough. Should we take a table for the game?" The request had been a bit odd, but seeing how he had just been acting and the way he seemed to have loosened up a bit at that moment, the quiet boy wondered if perhaps it was an issue with his demon. Can it be calmed like that? How curious...</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Yes a table might help, I always played it on the floor, but it's your choice as the challenged." Rez realized that it probably would have been easier to have picked a quick game, like go-fish, or memory, but snap had been what was in his head, so snap is what he had said. He looked at Katherin, hoping she didn't mind his being really rather rude. "You don't happen to have a spare table lying round?" He queried.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "A small table?" Katherine typed. She nodded. She indicsted for the two of them to follow her. She lead them down the hall past several doors to what she called the game room. It held a pool table. A round table. A foisall table a dartboard, and other game related items. "This is the game room. There are cards and chips over there."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Thanks" Rez said, grabbing a chair and slouching at the round table, He kept shuffling the cards, Ignoring the voice whispering that he should rig the game, the voice may be a scoundrel, but Rez hated to cheat, if he was going to win he was going to win this fair and square, whatever the consequences. As he dealt, splitting the deck into two piles, Rez asked something of Kyo; "Hey, can… um… you do me a favor? If I lose…… can you leave me alone for a little while?" He wasn't sure how harsh the consequence would be, but he never liked others to see his weak side. "Please?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo looked around the room that Katherin had led them to in awe. This castle really was prepared for everything, it seemed. It made him wonder what other kinds of rooms it held. I'll have to ask for a full tour later, if she has time... Turning back toward the girl before following the other male to the table, he nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, this is quite impressive." Once at the table, however, he couldn't help but worry a bit again at the way Rez looked while shuffling the cards. His request, too, sounded a bit...perhaps melancholy? Or maybe just tired? He wasn't sure, to be honest, but he nodded. If this was something to do with his demon, then it made sense that it probably ended with something less than pleasant to have others see. Of course, I'm sure you know all about that by now, don't you? You had such interesting ones a couple of weeks ago, it's actually really fun trying to come up with ways to top that~.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Finally, with two even piles of cards before him, Rez offered first pick to Kyo. "Gentleman first" he joked, covering up his dread for the end of the game.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo placed his tablet down next to him on the table and took the card pile to his left, sliding it closer to where he was. Placing one hand on the top card, he nodded to indicate that he was ready and got ready to flip the card as soon as his opponent did so.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Pulling the other pile closer to himself, Rez placed on thumb on top of the top card and his fingers in a position that left them ready to grasp the bottom face of said card. It meant that when he drew the card it was facing away from himself, leaving no room to call him a cheater; a favorite tactic of old opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo quickly flipped his card directly onto the table as soon Rez moved, somehow feeling an extra urgency to move quickly. Looking down at the result, he soon moved his hand back to his pile when he realized that the cards were different. Just as quickly as the first time, though, he drew a second card to place down a moment later.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo was Fast! Rez grinned matching his pace and flipping another few cards, blacks and reds, one after the other. It wasn't till about their seventh card that a match came up. Double sixes. Tugging his right hand, the one he had been using for flipping cards, out of the fray, Rez slammed his left hand towards the table, calling "Snap!" as he did so. It wasn't a rule to use the other hand, just habit.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked at how quickly the other boy had claimed the cards, a bit too stunned to react himself for the moment. Perhaps he hadn't been as prepared as he thought after all. Either way, at least he was sure of how it worked now. Nodding in acknowledgement, he placed his hand back on the top of his stack and started quickly flipping cards over again. Once another pair showed up, he tried to slam his hand down the same way Rez had before. Checking the cards after, he could see that it was a pair if fours this time.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Well Rez though, He seems to have gotten the hang of the game Rez got himself another pair, and then accidentally attempted for a six and a nine, the voice urging him on. When he saw that they weren't even a pair he blushed scarlet red, much the same colour as his eyes, standing out radically against his white hair. "Sorry" He mumbled, shamefaced, before indicating he was ready to start again. But that had left him flustered, and for the next few pairs he barely realized they were there until they were gone.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo took another few pairs, noticing that the boy in front of him seemed to have gotten a bit distracted. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to get out of the game. Did he need to win or lose? What happened either way? While he was lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn't notice the next pair himself. He shook his head quickly as he tried to refocus.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Missing a pair, and barely snagging another, Rez tried really hard to ignore the voice, yabbing on about random cards, cards that weren't even in play! Did the voice WANT to lose?! Gritting his jaw, Rez focused, at least as much as the voice would let him; and promptly lost another handful of pairs! Why in the world would the Voice want to lose? It knew as well as he did it was not pleasant, that there was a price to pay, but really he thought, it was probably because he had been the one to challenge, not to be challenged, as then the voice would help as much as it saw fit to. But that was beside the point. The point was slowly but surely Rez was losing, and he was going to take it like a man, ……or an albino boy at least.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo didn't really realize how many pairs he had collected until he lost another pair and took another look at his pile. It was getting pretty tall; there were probably only a few more pairs that could be played before the game ended. Though, he still didn't understand much besides the fact that the other male seemed to become more flustered as time went on. Wait, should he have just let him win? Would that have been more helpful? The realization made him hesitate at the next pair out of distraction, though he could see that it probably wouldn't do much good at this point when he tuned back in. Only a few cards left. It made him wonder, though; if they didn't get any matches for the last two cards, how would that affect things?</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez ran out of cards to place, he got quite a shock too, watching the center pile as he was, he reached for a card 'flipped it over' and realized he was holding nothing. Blinking he glanced at his nonexistent pile, a taste of bile rising in the back of his throat, there was only a slim chance for him to win now, a slim chance to continue the game, and he was going to take it, that slim chance. Glancing up at Kyo he explained what happened now; "Since I've run out of cards, you just keep putting cards down, and wait and see it ther is a pair, if one comes up and I get it, we continue playing normally, if however you get the pair, you win." He had known people to be in the same position he was in and come back and win the game, but that was few and far between, and not likely, but Rez always fought to the bitter end.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded, looking back to the table and flipping over more cards. Oddly enough, it seemed to be taking a really long time for a match to show up. Four, five, six...ten, twelve, fourteen... The air felt awkwardly tense to him by the time the sixteenth card revealed another pair. Almost doing a double take, he closed his eyes for a second as he felt his hand almost move on its own, just waiting for the sound of either person's hand hitting the stack in the center.</s>	<\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Seconds, that's all it took. Rez was seconds behind Kyo, but those seconds cost him dearly. Spotting the pair Rez slammed his hand down, too slow, accidentally squashing Kyo's hand beneath his own. Already he could feel the pain beginning to lance through his head, ricocheting off his skull, reverberating, slowly growing stronger and stronger. Snatching his hand back from the table, Rez looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes, hoping the other boy remembered that Rez just needed to be alone. He would thank him for the game later, when he could think clearly again. NO…… seconds, gimme seconds. Rez begged silently, struggling to keep his hands from trembling, a futile effort, what with his whole body shivering like he was out in the snow with summer clothes.</s>
<\|description\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Age: 16 Demon: Defeat Personality: Strong but shy, he's not afraid of much. Even before Defeat took residence in his head he often rose to challenges, failing more often than not. He has a habit of failing drastically and dragging himself back up and trying again. Stubborn as a mule, he will fight till the very end. Rez hates his full name, and so goes by Rez as his nickname. A little naive Rez tries his hardest, loves music, and books. He can fight, having been taught by an over protective older brother, but isn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. Not that he's an idiot, just that there are many things he thinks are unnecessary to know, or can be bothered learning about. Practical, that the word, Rez likes practical things. Bio: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "All the rooms are available. Please take whatever you want. Alders, I think you might like the tower. But please look around and pick whatever room you like."Katherin told them.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "I would enjoy that" Alders politely responded. He wanted the room farthest away from the others. The less they were inhabited by diseased, the less they threatened humanity as a whole. Even if it could not kill them, disease lingers in people it infects. Alders also enjoyed solitude. Not that these people were bad, they had been nothing but curdious to him, but he didn't do well with others twenty four seven and would like to have time to himself and not hear other people's talks. "how many people live her?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Right now I am the only one living here. I have like 30 some rooms. Honestly I haven't explored the whole castle yet. Katherin told him. She had gotten lost the last time she had tried to explore on her own. She thought she might take the time make a map but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Adjusting to being the keeper of a demon lord had taken over. Now that she had found some balance she might get back to trying to make one.@manapool1</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders smiled at the words. He was sure exploring the halls would be fun for him, and a good way to escape. Nearing his room he rushed to open the door. The inside was furnished beyond his belief and he was too excited to hold it in, but he did his best to do so. Despite being young, he remembered the house with his father.... among other things. That house was lively, silky and translucent orange and gold curtains, finely cut crystalline chandeliers and porcelain galore. The nostalgia of such a house was to die for, and he was getting all that here. "This is too much ms. Katherin, is there any way I can repay you?" he asked in a delighted manor.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "You don't have to repay me. As you can see I have more than I will ever need. Consider living here. Consider working together to find a way to live with our demons. We have a lot of time on our hands. The world will change but we never will. We need each other. Katherin told him. She didn't want to be alone forever. She had been alone her whole life. She didn't want to spend eternity alone.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo had barely left the room when Rez finally couldn't hold the pain anymore. Snatching at his shirt he tugged the hem up to his face and shoved it into his mouth in a crumpled lump of fabric. Barely had he chomped down on it when the screams came. Muffled through the shirt, they died before leaving the room. The pain was worse than usual, for the most part because no one had challenged Rez for a while, but also because he had done the challenging, because he had lost, and because he had challenged for something as meager as a card game. that last one only sometimes affected the outcome, for example the worse he fails the more pain, but for something like a card game, with the other combining factors, it didn't change anything. At some point in time he fell of the chair, landing hard on the ground with a 'ka-thunk', just adding to the pain. Finally, although really it was not long, Rez stopped thrashing like a land-bound fish, and curled up in a tight ball. Whimpering softly. Eventually even his muffled whimpers died out leaving a shaken mess of Rez on the floor. Climbing tediously to his feet, Rez stumbled over to the door, staggering out into the hall and collapsing in the entry hall, deciding he'd wait there until the others came back, and then he'd hopefully be able to find a room, all he wanted right then was to sleep. As a way to pass the time he fished his ear-buds out of a pocket and cranked the volume up to loud, picking a fast song, and tuning out of the real world, and in to the music.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "Well, I shall stay with you as long as I can, it's the least I can do to repay you for what you've done for me..." He gestured, awaiting his bags for the seemingly mute other man. Where all the other's mute? Katherin communicated through and the other one seemed to never talk. Perhaps he was just shy? Regardless he removed his cap and overjacket, leaving his brown hair and black shirt exposed. So this was his new family? H had a feeling they wouldn't be as odd as his father and mother. He could get used to this. The idea of eternal life, however, struck fear in him. Loosing everyone he knew outside of the castle? Watching the world end? Watching humanity end, it all seemed so painful. Would he aged, like a teen always desires? Sitting on the bed, the young man looked over and gave a weak smile. He was already akin to and enjoyed the new reservation!</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Suddenly snapping back to attention after having been wowed by the room that they had been led to, Kyo looked down in slight embarrassment as he handed over the suitcase and stepped away from the door to the room. It was kind of reassuring to have use of his hands again, though he hadn't really minded helping out. It just made it a lot easier to communicate with a second hand available. Giving one last smile in an attempt to reassure the nervous-looking young man, he waited in the hall for Katherin.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin waved her goodbye. She wanted to get the others settled. It was nice to have people around her. People who were struggling as much as she was. Maybe more she thought. Every demon was different. Just because she and Secrets had reached an agreement that didn't mean that the others had. She indicated for Kyo to follow her. "Pick a room. There are plenty."@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Now alone, Alders allowed a tear to come down his face before he sat down in the fetal position. It was too much for them to be so kind and for him to pity himself for it, Alders couldn't help but feel worse then ever for taking so much from her and giving nothing more in return. After a moments of silence he stood up and began to unpack, thinking over the others he wasn't sure what to think. Alders had only met a few, but he already had an odd feeling he wasn't ready to meet the others. He had to remember they had demons within, and that this made them dangerous. Of course the demon within decided to but in. "Your such a coward at times. You shouldn't stay too long, they are demons after all!" the demon sleazes within. It was clear he was trying to make thing look worse, and his tactics would have worked if Alders was slightly young. "Not today, I think I'm going to stay here for a while"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded in response and followed Katherin to find a room to stay in. As he looked around the hall at the many doors, he could hardly believe that the girl really live here by herself. "If it's alright for me to ask, how long have you lived here? Have you always lived by yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I have lived alone my whole life. Well I suppose that isn't completely true. I bounced around from foster home to foster home so I wasn't really alone until I was eighteen. Once I was too old for the system I was truly alone for the first time. But I have lived alone here for little over a year. I didn't even know about the aunt that left it to me until after she passed away." Katherin told him.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded solemnly, feeling a bit of empathy at the mention of being alone and without a permanent home. His own experiences after the accident his family was in had been pretty difficult. He hadn't been as lucky in his experience with anything to do with any aunts, however, and he still carried the remains of that time with him. He just couldn't get away from it, no matter how different his life was now. Still, that was all an explanation for another time, though he didn't doubt that she could get the information at any time. It wasn't so much a secret in his mind as just not immediately relevant, but he didn't know how Secrets determined what to take. "I see. It must have been very quiet, then." The silent male wasn't sure what more to say after that, not wanting to be too intrusive in his questioning or too imposing with his opinion. It was still something he worried about on a daily basis. As they walked by a few of the other rooms, however, he did finding himself somewhat drawn to one in particular. Nothing more special about it than he expected was in the other rooms, just a good feeling. Turning back to Katherin, he bowed his head a little. "I will take this room if it is alright. It will be nice to get some rest. Thank you, Miss Katherin."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded her acceptance. She was glad to have people to help her fill the castle. It didn't feel do empty now. She headed to her room ready to start a new day. She laid on her bed happy not to be alone. She hoped that the others would choose to stay. Forever was a long time to be alone. She ignored Secrets whispers about her new housemates. She had time to learn them later. For now she wanted to learn about the people first.</s> <\|message\|>Death Death's Door Blustering flames roared into existence, filling the scorched innards of a brick fireplace, casting a warm hue onto a dark and empty room. Sitting on a massive estate was a rather old castle that held many rooms, hallways, and on this particular evening, a host of demon possessed humans. Among the various rooms, bed, bath, or otherwise, was a rather dark study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up the chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a ancient and chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a velvet and oak sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. The same mysterious force began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. The tea set was clean and white, detailed with a silver trim and filled with a steaming auburn liquid. Within this large manor, those that hosted demons inside themselves which had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you, found their rooms or conversed as it would seem. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer. In fact the air was chilled like the inside of a fridge. A light coat of frost began to coat the doorknob that led to the study, and the hallway that led to it became cooled and a tense aura lingered in the air.</s>	<\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Having sat in the entry hall for a good number of songs, Rez finally decided that it looked like no one was coming. Jumping to his feet, music still pounding in his ears, he wandered up a staircase and down a few corridors, losing himself somewhere along the way. Shrugging when he realized this, he delved deeper into the castle, sticking his head round every door. He found that some rooms had furniture while others were bare, and some looked like they had once been furnished, but had been raided, leaving big heavy stuff, but no smaller, personal possessions. He also stumbled across a large was-once-extravagant multi-tiered room with no apparent obvious purpose, although he supposed there would have been a reason for it, he just didn't know what it was. Other notable rooms included a workshop-like place, with old dry sawdust littering the floor, and many tools lining the walls on pegs, an empty kitchen that looked like it couldn't have been used in the last century, there was literally that much dust, a empty stone room with a bad vibe, and no it wasn't the dungeon, an old style drawing room, with a very nice view, tree clad hills and grassy valleys, a smithy, and a door with frost on the handle sutiated in a freezing hallway, from which came a tense, almost deadly feeling. Suffice to say Rez did not linger long, and certainly didn't sate his intangible curiosity. But best of all, in Rez's opinion, was another multi-tiered room, this one with a rather obvious purpose, stated boldly with beautifully crafted wooden shelves crammed to bursting with colourful books. Everything from big thick leather bound tomes, down to skinny paperbacks missing the back cover, from books on history, to books on religion, fiction and non-fiction, endless rows upon rows of books. Standing in the doorway, Rez inhaled, catching that soft, for the most part indescribable, glorious smell of books. Slipping inside he flicked off his music, hearing nothing but the soft clomping of his worn and faded brown army boots. It was nice to not be hearing a voice, commenting on every word or thought, to feel like he was alone in his head, like there was no one else pushing for a different outcome, that it was all his own decisions. He had found quite quickly that if he threw the voice enough bones in the form of accepted challenges, it would shut up and withdraw for a while, hibernating almost, the length of time depending on many factors, most of which Rez had no clue about. Running a hand gently along the book spines Rez, drank in the atmosphere, feeling at ease for the first time since coming to this place. Picking a book at random he found himself a snug nook, filled with pillows and blankets, perfect in his opinion, and opened the book; Drake's Comprehensive Compendium of Dragonology according to the red hardback cover. Snuggling down he flicked through, pausing on a page with a picture of a dragon? hiding behind it's wings, like those spies in old cheesy movies. The word on the page labeled the dragon as 'Incognito'. Rez sniggered then read through the descriptions of draco americanus incognito. He really started laughing however when he read the piece listed under colour; COLOUR A number of combinations is possible. One account points to it being gold and silver, but this may be due to the fact that the description was of a gold and silver statue of the creature rather than the thing itself. Utterly exhausted, with all his energy finally spent, Rez had just enough mind to carefully lay the book down before curling up in one of the fleecy blankets and drifting off to sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Death "No one wants to die. No one has a choice." Age - Unknown Personality - After eons of observing humanity, Death has developed a rather gruesome and dark sense of humor. He spends most of his time as an observer, watching as history unfolds from a comfortable seat with a cup of tea. He enjoys fatty and unhealthy foods, though you could never tell it from his slender physique. For his very few times walking amongst the living, he tends to stay around well known restaurants, diners, or casinos. Having encountered the brave few who bargained for their lives with games of chance, Death has grown accustom the gambling and after centuries, is fairly good at it. Witnessing so much time go by has caused Death to develop a minor superiority complex. This seems especially true toward the other deadly sins in their demon forms, as he seems to have some disdain toward them, viewing them as parasites or insects. Though Death is rumored to have a rather lethal temper, hes actually quite patient. Though it's unlikely anyone with knowledge of Death's rage is still of this world. In any situation, Death is well mannered and carries himself like a gentleman, though his attitude can sometimes portray him as rude, elitist, arrogant, and often nonchalant. Generally, to those who have been able to hold a conversation with him, Death is a friendly person. In spite of this, he isn't to be taken lightly. Bio - "There has yet to be a worthy human." Says a nonchalant Death as he twiddles a teaspoon between gloved fingers. "I cannot simply fabricate a vessel. That's quite mundane." Of the shadows that escaped Pandora's box, Death has yet to find what the others have; A human to host him. Without a host, he is unable to maintain any kind of physical form for very long. Instead he lives in between worlds, on the cusp of the mortal realm, switching between ethereal and material form and waiting for the proper soul to cross his path. Until then, he simply observes his other brothers and sisters as they find their bodies and orchestrate their actions. Considering Deaths general negative attitude toward the demons of sin and disposition toward what he deems as inferior beings, he seems to have the intentions find a host in the body and mind of an already possessed human. One who has experienced death in their lives on multiple occasions, be it due to their inner demons, or simply fatal circumstances. Fortunately for the demons in question, Death cant take on a host without the permission of the human. And not many are willing to accept the pale rider into their being. Human - TBR</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo bowed his head slightly as Katherin introduced him, giving her a grateful smile after. Still unable to answer the boy, he settled for a nod and a smile in response to his greeting. Nightmare seemed to giggle a bit about how it wondered if its old companion had come up with anything new recently, or if it needed any inspiration. It made sense to the dark-haired male how some illnesses and such could quickly turn into nightmare fuel, but he really didn't want to think more on that kind of a collaboration. Instead, he kept following Katherin's lead. It would be nice to see where they would be staying.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders looked around nervously as the eyes of the new acquaintance drilled into him. He just wanted to go to his room right now. Since he had gotten off the cab, Alders had been scared to a brink of his life. Deep down he knew even there the constant reminder of his demon via taunts would haunt him. Alders grit his teeth in dismay at the realization. To never be alone, to be cursed and to know what was with him? Perhaps ignorance truly was bliss, Alders seemed to think so. "could we please get to the room.... I'd like to unpack ma'am" He mummbled with a quivering voice, clearly afraid.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "All the rooms are available. Please take whatever you want. Alders, I think you might like the tower. But please look around and pick whatever room you like."Katherin told them.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "I would enjoy that" Alders politely responded. He wanted the room farthest away from the others. The less they were inhabited by diseased, the less they threatened humanity as a whole. Even if it could not kill them, disease lingers in people it infects. Alders also enjoyed solitude. Not that these people were bad, they had been nothing but curdious to him, but he didn't do well with others twenty four seven and would like to have time to himself and not hear other people's talks. "how many people live her?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Right now I am the only one living here. I have like 30 some rooms. Honestly I haven't explored the whole castle yet. Katherin told him. She had gotten lost the last time she had tried to explore on her own. She thought she might take the time make a map but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Adjusting to being the keeper of a demon lord had taken over. Now that she had found some balance she might get back to trying to make one.@manapool1</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders smiled at the words. He was sure exploring the halls would be fun for him, and a good way to escape. Nearing his room he rushed to open the door. The inside was furnished beyond his belief and he was too excited to hold it in, but he did his best to do so. Despite being young, he remembered the house with his father.... among other things. That house was lively, silky and translucent orange and gold curtains, finely cut crystalline chandeliers and porcelain galore. The nostalgia of such a house was to die for, and he was getting all that here. "This is too much ms. Katherin, is there any way I can repay you?" he asked in a delighted manor.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "You don't have to repay me. As you can see I have more than I will ever need. Consider living here. Consider working together to find a way to live with our demons. We have a lot of time on our hands. The world will change but we never will. We need each other. Katherin told him. She didn't want to be alone forever. She had been alone her whole life. She didn't want to spend eternity alone.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo had barely left the room when Rez finally couldn't hold the pain anymore. Snatching at his shirt he tugged the hem up to his face and shoved it into his mouth in a crumpled lump of fabric. Barely had he chomped down on it when the screams came. Muffled through the shirt, they died before leaving the room. The pain was worse than usual, for the most part because no one had challenged Rez for a while, but also because he had done the challenging, because he had lost, and because he had challenged for something as meager as a card game. that last one only sometimes affected the outcome, for example the worse he fails the more pain, but for something like a card game, with the other combining factors, it didn't change anything. At some point in time he fell of the chair, landing hard on the ground with a 'ka-thunk', just adding to the pain. Finally, although really it was not long, Rez stopped thrashing like a land-bound fish, and curled up in a tight ball. Whimpering softly. Eventually even his muffled whimpers died out leaving a shaken mess of Rez on the floor. Climbing tediously to his feet, Rez stumbled over to the door, staggering out into the hall and collapsing in the entry hall, deciding he'd wait there until the others came back, and then he'd hopefully be able to find a room, all he wanted right then was to sleep. As a way to pass the time he fished his ear-buds out of a pocket and cranked the volume up to loud, picking a fast song, and tuning out of the real world, and in to the music.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "Well, I shall stay with you as long as I can, it's the least I can do to repay you for what you've done for me..." He gestured, awaiting his bags for the seemingly mute other man. Where all the other's mute? Katherin communicated through and the other one seemed to never talk. Perhaps he was just shy? Regardless he removed his cap and overjacket, leaving his brown hair and black shirt exposed. So this was his new family? H had a feeling they wouldn't be as odd as his father and mother. He could get used to this. The idea of eternal life, however, struck fear in him. Loosing everyone he knew outside of the castle? Watching the world end? Watching humanity end, it all seemed so painful. Would he aged, like a teen always desires? Sitting on the bed, the young man looked over and gave a weak smile. He was already akin to and enjoyed the new reservation!</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Suddenly snapping back to attention after having been wowed by the room that they had been led to, Kyo looked down in slight embarrassment as he handed over the suitcase and stepped away from the door to the room. It was kind of reassuring to have use of his hands again, though he hadn't really minded helping out. It just made it a lot easier to communicate with a second hand available. Giving one last smile in an attempt to reassure the nervous-looking young man, he waited in the hall for Katherin.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin waved her goodbye. She wanted to get the others settled. It was nice to have people around her. People who were struggling as much as she was. Maybe more she thought. Every demon was different. Just because she and Secrets had reached an agreement that didn't mean that the others had. She indicated for Kyo to follow her. "Pick a room. There are plenty."@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Now alone, Alders allowed a tear to come down his face before he sat down in the fetal position. It was too much for them to be so kind and for him to pity himself for it, Alders couldn't help but feel worse then ever for taking so much from her and giving nothing more in return. After a moments of silence he stood up and began to unpack, thinking over the others he wasn't sure what to think. Alders had only met a few, but he already had an odd feeling he wasn't ready to meet the others. He had to remember they had demons within, and that this made them dangerous. Of course the demon within decided to but in. "Your such a coward at times. You shouldn't stay too long, they are demons after all!" the demon sleazes within. It was clear he was trying to make thing look worse, and his tactics would have worked if Alders was slightly young. "Not today, I think I'm going to stay here for a while"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded in response and followed Katherin to find a room to stay in. As he looked around the hall at the many doors, he could hardly believe that the girl really live here by herself. "If it's alright for me to ask, how long have you lived here? Have you always lived by yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I have lived alone my whole life. Well I suppose that isn't completely true. I bounced around from foster home to foster home so I wasn't really alone until I was eighteen. Once I was too old for the system I was truly alone for the first time. But I have lived alone here for little over a year. I didn't even know about the aunt that left it to me until after she passed away." Katherin told him.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded solemnly, feeling a bit of empathy at the mention of being alone and without a permanent home. His own experiences after the accident his family was in had been pretty difficult. He hadn't been as lucky in his experience with anything to do with any aunts, however, and he still carried the remains of that time with him. He just couldn't get away from it, no matter how different his life was now. Still, that was all an explanation for another time, though he didn't doubt that she could get the information at any time. It wasn't so much a secret in his mind as just not immediately relevant, but he didn't know how Secrets determined what to take. "I see. It must have been very quiet, then." The silent male wasn't sure what more to say after that, not wanting to be too intrusive in his questioning or too imposing with his opinion. It was still something he worried about on a daily basis. As they walked by a few of the other rooms, however, he did finding himself somewhat drawn to one in particular. Nothing more special about it than he expected was in the other rooms, just a good feeling. Turning back to Katherin, he bowed his head a little. "I will take this room if it is alright. It will be nice to get some rest. Thank you, Miss Katherin."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded her acceptance. She was glad to have people to help her fill the castle. It didn't feel do empty now. She headed to her room ready to start a new day. She laid on her bed happy not to be alone. She hoped that the others would choose to stay. Forever was a long time to be alone. She ignored Secrets whispers about her new housemates. She had time to learn them later. For now she wanted to learn about the people first.</s>	<\|message\|>Death Death's Door Blustering flames roared into existence, filling the scorched innards of a brick fireplace, casting a warm hue onto a dark and empty room. Sitting on a massive estate was a rather old castle that held many rooms, hallways, and on this particular evening, a host of demon possessed humans. Among the various rooms, bed, bath, or otherwise, was a rather dark study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up the chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a ancient and chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a velvet and oak sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. The same mysterious force began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. The tea set was clean and white, detailed with a silver trim and filled with a steaming auburn liquid. Within this large manor, those that hosted demons inside themselves which had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you, found their rooms or conversed as it would seem. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer. In fact the air was chilled like the inside of a fridge. A light coat of frost began to coat the doorknob that led to the study, and the hallway that led to it became cooled and a tense aura lingered in the air.</s>
<\|description\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya walked along the small market place carrying a bag full of groceries that she had gotten by trading a few things that she had in her RV, her eyes going up to look at the sky seeing the dark ominous look about them. Then there was a very loud clash of thunder as the rain started to come down, her RV was on the other side of the safe zone. Tanya noticed a group of Japanese peacekeepers entering the bar which she would frequent sometimes just to get a few drinks for herself after working on the walls. Curiosity getting the better of her Tanya walked into the small building, her eyes going down to the injured boy on the floor being tended to one of the men, and one of the men was talking to another by the bar. It was more of a common thing there Tanya just rolled her eyes and sighed as she turned back around making a run towards her RV, it was a good five minute run to there as she opened up the door and closed it behind her. "Welcome back." Her younger sister said sitting up from the small built in couch, the RV they had managed to get while on their way to Orlando since this whole thing started. "Thanks." Tanya said softly as she emptied the bag to reveal several cans of canned food.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke The scene in front of Matt was one that evolved quite quickly. The veterinarian, though nowadays he was regarded more as a doctor, was simply looking for a drink. When he had gotten his drink, he absorbed himself in it. Apparently there had been a disagreement that had turned physical, maybe not, Matt was not paying much attention, and now the security for the camp arrived. An Asian fellow leading a crack team, Matt assumed. The survivors in the camp needed to focus less on fighting and more on surviving, Matt knew that, so he decided that it would be best to intervene at this point. "Guys, guys" he said, turning from his barstool. "There is no need for this to proceed any further" he spoke calmly when he spoke. "Lets just have some drinks and calm down, please. It's a shitty night anyway, no need for any more drama".</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Before Captain Ishida Hisashi could say anything to the barfighter, a fellow doctor, Matt, intervened, but he'd done it at the wrong time, wrong situation. What Jack had done had too many implications, and consequences. Without facing the vet, he said to him: "He beat a boy up, Matt-san. He give him concussion." Then, returning the conversation to Jack, he stepped forward, unafraid and with conviction, "I do not care what you think. We bring supplies and medical aid. The American commander give us jurisdiction." Normally, Hisashi had to search hard for the English words; he'd barely passed his English lessons, and most English words he knew were still medical terms and stock phrases, as he needed to attend seminars and tend to foreign patients on occasion back before he was forced by his forebears to take up the sword. This time around, it sort of fell into place. He had more to say, but it all felt like wasted breath. His 'personal guards' flanking him had tensed up, as if expecting trouble. One of them had rested his hand on his pistol. He instead turned to look at the crowd that remained. As if like a jury, some of them were nodding their heads slightly, or pointing a hidden finger. It was obvious that Jack wasn't liked in some circles. "Witnesses everywhere. If I want, I take them. But I make it easy for you." "Half rations for you tomorrow, to pay for medical supplies you waste." Hisashi said off-handedly, expecting his words to be final; normally, it was, "Next time it will be one week half rations." "And Joe-san!" The medical officer, as if having dismissed the case instantly, shouted to the barkeeper who was at the far end of the makeshift bar, "You are late in your delivery of alcohol! We need alcohol for sterilisation!" The barkeeper shouted back in meek acknowledgement before doing a crab walk and fumbling with some other crate underneath the counter, probably the alcohol he was supposed to deliver to the medical tent. With that, Hisashi turned and took his leave, taking notes on his forearm mounted computer. "Ungrateful brat!" The young Private First Class Ichiro had spat at Jack viciously in Japanese. His voice was charged with bitterness; it should be, considering what the Japanese peacekeepers had sacrificed to get to the refugee centre. "Ichiro! Let's go." Hisashi ordered similarly in his native language. Before long, the peacekeepers left the bar after they'd picked up their new patient. The medical officer had many other things to tend to. For one thing, Tanya and her sister had missed their scheduled monthly medical examination, and for another, he had a wounded American soldier to pay a house call to. Not to mention, he would have to inform the ration distribution centre at the marketplace about Jack's half-ration plan tomorrow.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack merely looked at the Peacekeeper who had shouted at him in Japanese. He had no idea what the man said but it sounded like he wasn't fond of the Brit. He didn't care for the half rations, with his cigarettes suppressing his appetite he barely ate half of what he was given any way, normally gave the other half to his other bunk mates. Sighing he spoke to the back of the Peacekeepers. "Nobody trusts you y'know! You keep turning up and over reacting to the situation, before shouting in Japanese and pissing off. That only breeds discontent and then, when the chips are down. Nobody will listen. You may appeal to the kids but the fathers, brothers and uncles here. They don't like you!" Jack was partly right, the fact is nobody trusted something they didn't know about, such as the Peacekeepers and their language, and liked it even less when the misunderstood bullied them. The crowd were pretty tense and a few men came over and patted Jack on the back. He had no intention of stopping his behaviour. Whilst a day with half rations would be enforced, but a whole week? No, the commander wouldn't allow that. Rations were low enough as it was, half for a week would be one step above starvation. Turning back to the bar he passed his last drink back to the barkeep. "Keep it fella, those Peacekeepers wanna swing their cocks around a bit, so someone else can enjoy the beverage. I am a man of charity after all." The barkeeps stoney face broke for a quick chuckle before he walked off. Jack closed his eyes and then looked over at his new 'friend'. "So, you tried to stand up to the big bad bully, impressive. Your name Matt yeah? Well just lemme say your friends in blue are fucking bastards. Though we can't all be blamed for our choice in friends. So I wont blame you." Jack threw Matt a smile.</s>	<\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke "Those peacekeepers are no friends of mine" Matt replied. It was slowly turning into an eventful evening. Though he started off swirling a drink in his hand and suffocated by his own thoughts, Matthew was starting to take more interest in real life. The man shot Matthew a smile, a friendly gesture that he had not seen much of lately. "Another drink?" Matthew asked. Regardless of the answer, Matthew would have a drink again. It would have just been nice to have a drink with another person for a change. "I didn't catch your name by the way" Matthew said slowly, eyeing his own half full cup. The man knew his and so did the peacekeeper. Did they have a file on him? Did they even keep files still? Matthew really did not care. Most people knew his name because they were patients of his or knew him as a doctor. Matthew assumed the latter.</s>
<\|description\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke "Those peacekeepers are no friends of mine" Matt replied. It was slowly turning into an eventful evening. Though he started off swirling a drink in his hand and suffocated by his own thoughts, Matthew was starting to take more interest in real life. The man shot Matthew a smile, a friendly gesture that he had not seen much of lately. "Another drink?" Matthew asked. Regardless of the answer, Matthew would have a drink again. It would have just been nice to have a drink with another person for a change. "I didn't catch your name by the way" Matthew said slowly, eyeing his own half full cup. The man knew his and so did the peacekeeper. Did they have a file on him? Did they even keep files still? Matthew really did not care. Most people knew his name because they were patients of his or knew him as a doctor. Matthew assumed the latter.</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford After some persuading, he managed to get a watered down drink. But something was always better than nothing and he turned to watch the rest of the flight play out. Or the patching up, the 'punishing' (as if there wasn't enough damn punishment in the world already), and the talking that lead to no where. He sipped at his drink and thought about heading for a relatively empty table where he could flop into the chair, pull out his book, kick up his feet and start to half read his book, half people watch. Or he could slide over and join the conversation. Or just stand there and see if there was an opening too. He'd take that one. Just wait and see.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi After visiting the bar, Captain Ishida Hisashi needed something lighter to do, something less tense. So he decided to pay Tanya and her sister a visit. The sight of the young was something he savoured; it gave him hope and motivation. Everything could go wrong, and normally they do, but for him, as long as the children were safe, it would be fine for him. The visit itself would just be a random visit. The only real practical purpose being to remind the dwindled family that they had missed their medical checkup. It was a monthly thing, something that he had made compulsory ever since his arrival. Immediately upon checking everyone's health, he found out that it was severely needed. With survival being jeopardised, no one had paid attention to such things as nutrition, hygiene and proper medical procedures. As a result, half the camp was lacking in one nutrient or another. Lice was common, and so were festering wounds. The American soldiers were far too busy with fighting the Kyonshi that they couldn't do much to attend to this problem; not that they had much in the way of medical expertise to begin with. All they had was a few medics and some common sense. After dismissing his fellow Kyonshikirapeitai, he made his way to the RV in question. After living for two months in camp, he was starting to get a hang of who lives where, which would be important in emergencies. Walking up to the door, he knocked on it a few times. "Hello? I am Captain Ishida Hisashi of the UN Peacekeepers." His left hand was resting on the hilt of his katana. It was a common habit within his unit, but out here in the warzone, it was a useful habit to have. With just his left hand resting on the handle of his katana alone, several moves with his sword would be possible.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya was over the stove using a can opener to open up the can they were going to be sharing for their dinner, hearing another clash of thunder made Tanya jump slightly. Smelling the food as it started to cook on the small electrical stove that came with the RV when they found it, this was their home ever since traveling between New York and Florida. Maria jumped slightly hearing the knocking on the door, putting down the book she was reading Maria walked over towards the door of the RV. Hearing the knocking on the door she reached for the machete on the counter until she heard Captain Ishida's voice on the other side, Tanya set the weapon down and made her way towards the door. She had just completely forgot about the whole checkup Tanya opened the door and smiled at him. "Good evening, please come in." Tanya said softly as she held the door open for him, when Ishida walked inside Tanya closed the door behind him. "Would you like something to eat, drink? I think I have some coffee I've been rationing for awhile." She offered, Tanya walked over to turn off the stove.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi "No." Captain Ishida Hisashi rejected the offer, before remembering the more socially graceful words, "thank you. That would be illegal. What ration is given to you is your own. Supplies are limited." He had always had difficulty expressing himself in the language of the land, partly due to his basic grasp of it. All he could do was to state facts, but what he felt and what he thought were constantly locked inside of him. He could state those as facts too, but that would be insufficient. Looking down at Alexis, Tanya's younger sister, he couldn't help but to crack a smile, "Hello, Alexis-Chan. It is good that you are reading." Before turning back, rather reluctantly, to her guardian. Behind her was her dinner - they were eating out of cans again. In fact, most people were these days. Modern living by itself was unhealthy in some ways, and to live in a fallen modern society would be worse. The 'farm' that was set out would not be able to feed everyone around the year, very far from it in fact. The very same thing that was sustaining them was killing them over the long term. "Tanya-Kun, you missed your medical appointment today." The medical officer said, concern trickling through. "While you and your sister's last screening has uncovered little health issues, a month passing is a very long time." Bringing up his computer, he checked his digital schedule. After pressing a few virtual buttons and passing between virtual windows, he came upon the right day on his calender. "I have another window for you open two days later. Or I could do it tonight." Looking at the kid again, he remembered what Jack had said behind his back as he was leaving the bar-n, what some people were saying when they thought he couldn't hear or understand. While they didn't have the power to remove him from his duty, what they had said had cut deeper than that. Looking at the kid had given him some hope. "We will protect Alexis-Chan. No matter what it takes." He said to Tanya as he smiled again at the youngling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack shrugged his shoulders and asked for his whiskey back. If someone else was paying he was sure as hell going to oblige. Grabbing the small glass he sipped at it and grimaced again, the lovely taste of piss filled his mouth. Sighing he looked the man over. He actually had no idea who this was, he had only heard the name from the Peacekeeper. However it was only fair that you knew your drinking buddies name. "Name's Jack. Brit, born and bred, what about you fella? I heard Matt from those blue-tops, but where you from? It seems like we have all kinds around here. First you got the locals who turn up, me in fact as well, and then those from out of the state. Then. Well. Blue tops from out of the country arrive and apparently we all have to worship the ground they stand on and respect their bullying ways." Jack winked smugly before taking another sip from his cup, he offered it up to connect with Matt's glass, he was always a fan of knocking glasses.</s>	<\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke The man offered a toast of sorts, Matt obliged. The glasses clanked and the two drank. "Where am I from? Up north I guess. I guess it really doesn't matter that this point because most of my family is gone. If not all of them" Matthew said, but he suddenly changed his demeanor to try and get the self-pity and sadness away. "Brit eh? What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Matthew asked. Finding out new things about people was always an interesting situation to get into. Matthew found, before the Z's took over the working world, that he loved interacting with new people, as long as they were friendly, and often tried to make new friends and acquaintances. At this point, with all that was going on in the world, having more friends was not a bad idea. But on the other hand, it could be. New friends meant that you cared about people. Whether it be in a friendly fashion or something more. The more you cared the more you were likely to be hurt in the end. The Z's were persistent beings, they usually got what they wanted. Their only drive was to eat, humans was to survive. The Z's usually won.</s>
<\|description\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Jack's face was that of a ghosts, the palest Alex had ever seen. Jack started panicking some, but stayed under control. After scavenging the bodies, Jack tossed Alex back his knife, and Alex used it to slit the man in the choke hold's throat, being careful not to get blood on himself. Alex then wiped the blade clean and let the rain fall on it, before drying it and sliding it back into it's sheath, and listened to the rest of what Jack said. He stated the obvious, that we couldn't go straight to his house, but he seemed to have forgotten that there was a silencer on the pistol, but someone would show up eventually. Jack gave Alex some instructions, and walked off. Right, left, red roof, across street, camp. That was repeating in Alex's head as he ripped some of the men's clothes, and kept the spare rags. Lifting his head and having a mouthful of rainwater, Alex started down the path. He turned right as instructed, and then took the left. As he was walking in the darkness, he heard people starting to get settled into their homes. Then he saw the red shack with a flash of lighting. It wasn't very tall, and the lighting wasn't coming so often, so Alex jumped up, and performed a kip-up onto the top of the roof. Getting into a crawl, he looked over what was probably the "main rode" and saw the tent camp ahead of him. There was only two people, and three guards traveling the path, and with good timing, he Alex could cross while both had their backs turned. 3.. 2.. 1.. Move Alexander dropped down and hurried across the street, moving at a slight crouch. He entered the tent city, and started to quietly weave his way to the other side. After a bit of trekking, and a few close calls, Alex made it through the camp, and settled down to wait for Jack. He covered his rifle with his backpack mostly, and pretended to be a man who had fallen asleep on a backpack. Staying awake might be a little difficult.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia Hoàng The man behind the bar was rather haggard... like most people there, really, and rather unremarkable. And quiet. He certainly acknowledged Olivia's request, if his epic journey to the water drums near him was any indication, but he didn't say anything. But that didn't matter, though, because the fellow with the funny hair next to her spoke up instead. And said something weird. "...'Skanky with slim'? ...Huh..." She sort-of muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. It almost distracted her from the fact that the man also seemed to know who she was. Well, more people than they should knew who she was, if only because some considered her memorable, for all the wrong reasons. Especially in this more primitive state of life they were now... well, living in. "Yeah, my name's Olivia, though I don't know if I should have admitted that or not. How'd you know who I was? I mean, I can make an educated guess, but just to be sure." As she asked him with a look of simultaneous confusion and caution, the silent barman had come back over with her glass of water. The glass was dirty, like most of the glasses, but... oh yes, he had mentioned something about the water. This comment made Olivia stop and hesitate with the glass. It'd take a lot of poison and bacteria in the water to make her puke after two years' worth of crushed skulls and people getting devoured by their own cousins, but best not to take any chances. "...I guess you're right about the water. But really, we've gone backwards as a species. Hopefully we've regained our historical immunities to contaminated water." She joked, hoping that the man wouldn't react in a stupid way. It could still happen.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Alexis smiled as Captain Ishida ruffled her hair, Tanya watched him getting ready to head out of their RV and gave him a quick nod. "We will be there in about an hour." Tanya said as he left hearing the door shut, she looked towards her sister for a moment and then went over towards a cupboard and pulled out two plates out of it, before setting the plate down onto the table. "Thank you sis." Alexis said as she went to start pouring some of the beans onto her plate and handed the can back to her sister, Tanya would pour the rest of the beans onto her own plate and the two started to eat. After they finished eating Tanya would stand up and reached over towards her leather jacket and puts it on, and handed another one to her sister and grabbed an umbrella. "Ready to go?" Tanya asked, Alexis gave her sister a quick nod before heading out of the door Tanya turned around to make sure that their RV was locked and secured. Opening the umbrella Tanya held it over her sister and herself a few minutes later they ran over towards Ishida's medical tent and smiled. "Sorry if we were late." Tanya said.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi But Captain Ishida was unable to attend to Tanya immediately. He was tending to a wounded soldier; he was fortunately the only casualty in the last Kyonshi raid. What was even more fortunate was that the wound he suffered was a gunshot wound, a friendly fire. It was infinitesimally better than getting ravaged or bitten by one of the Kyonshi. Sergeant Miller was probably watched over by Buddha himself, as, while the bullet had punched through an organ, it'd exited right through him, and the damaged organ was the liver, not the lungs nor the stomach or heart. The incident was two weeks ago, and he was already walking, albeit with a crutch. The medical officer had just concluded the soldier's checkup and given him his prescriptions, and sent him on his way, one of his subordinates supporting him. The wounded man brushed past Tanya. "You were, but it does not matter. I was occupied." With that, he went right down to business, "Children first. That my policy. But do you or Alexis-Chan have complaints? Discomforts?"</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford Conrad shrugged his one shoulder, lips pursed for a moment. "People talk. There ain't a whole lot else to do around here sometimes, ya know." He turned a bit more on his stool so he faced her more, leaning his side up against the bar still. "You got nothing to worry about from me. Just thought I'd make conversation is all. Besides, you do look familiar. Swear I've seen your face before." And he surprisingly did mean her face. Even if the rest of her wasn't unfamiliar either. He looked back over to the barman when he returned with the water. Raising both eyebrows up at that he shook his head some before looking back to Olivia. "I was joking before," he said a little skeptically. "But I suppose the funnest jokes are the ones that are at least a little true." He thought about it for a moment before holding out his hand. "My name's Conrad, by the way. So that way you know mine too."</s>	<\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke A conversation had developed between the Brit and a scavenger after Jack took his leave from the bar Matt was at. He took no offense to the man abruptly ending their conversation, it was the nature of the beast. In fact, Matt had begun to grow weary of the night and was planning on returning to his bed. Matt finished his drink quicklu, paid for his drink, and then took his leave from the bar. The tent where Matt called home was located just inside the vehicle depot. It was a loud location but it was the only one available when he first entered the camp. There had been promises that were made regarding a new home, but they were empty ones. For now, Matt would live here. He did not have many belongings. Most of what he had gathered was just necessities. Matt lived that way. Things he needed, not things he wanted.</s>
<\|description\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Ishida Hisashi Changes 27/2/2015: Added a radio to Hisashi's gear. Which soldier won't carry them? Also, I've added some notes on his unit and personality. Age: 45 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease. As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit. Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth. Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack. On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon. As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades. Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country. Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin. Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care. Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package. When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan. By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp. As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts. Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life. Other Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't. However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was. It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle. Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected. Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower. The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke "Those peacekeepers are no friends of mine" Matt replied. It was slowly turning into an eventful evening. Though he started off swirling a drink in his hand and suffocated by his own thoughts, Matthew was starting to take more interest in real life. The man shot Matthew a smile, a friendly gesture that he had not seen much of lately. "Another drink?" Matthew asked. Regardless of the answer, Matthew would have a drink again. It would have just been nice to have a drink with another person for a change. "I didn't catch your name by the way" Matthew said slowly, eyeing his own half full cup. The man knew his and so did the peacekeeper. Did they have a file on him? Did they even keep files still? Matthew really did not care. Most people knew his name because they were patients of his or knew him as a doctor. Matthew assumed the latter.</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford After some persuading, he managed to get a watered down drink. But something was always better than nothing and he turned to watch the rest of the flight play out. Or the patching up, the 'punishing' (as if there wasn't enough damn punishment in the world already), and the talking that lead to no where. He sipped at his drink and thought about heading for a relatively empty table where he could flop into the chair, pull out his book, kick up his feet and start to half read his book, half people watch. Or he could slide over and join the conversation. Or just stand there and see if there was an opening too. He'd take that one. Just wait and see.</s>	<\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi After visiting the bar, Captain Ishida Hisashi needed something lighter to do, something less tense. So he decided to pay Tanya and her sister a visit. The sight of the young was something he savoured; it gave him hope and motivation. Everything could go wrong, and normally they do, but for him, as long as the children were safe, it would be fine for him. The visit itself would just be a random visit. The only real practical purpose being to remind the dwindled family that they had missed their medical checkup. It was a monthly thing, something that he had made compulsory ever since his arrival. Immediately upon checking everyone's health, he found out that it was severely needed. With survival being jeopardised, no one had paid attention to such things as nutrition, hygiene and proper medical procedures. As a result, half the camp was lacking in one nutrient or another. Lice was common, and so were festering wounds. The American soldiers were far too busy with fighting the Kyonshi that they couldn't do much to attend to this problem; not that they had much in the way of medical expertise to begin with. All they had was a few medics and some common sense. After dismissing his fellow Kyonshikirapeitai, he made his way to the RV in question. After living for two months in camp, he was starting to get a hang of who lives where, which would be important in emergencies. Walking up to the door, he knocked on it a few times. "Hello? I am Captain Ishida Hisashi of the UN Peacekeepers." His left hand was resting on the hilt of his katana. It was a common habit within his unit, but out here in the warzone, it was a useful habit to have. With just his left hand resting on the handle of his katana alone, several moves with his sword would be possible.</s>
<\|description\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Ishida Hisashi Changes 27/2/2015: Added a radio to Hisashi's gear. Which soldier won't carry them? Also, I've added some notes on his unit and personality. Age: 45 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease. As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit. Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth. Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack. On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon. As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades. Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country. Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin. Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care. Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package. When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan. By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp. As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts. Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life. Other Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't. However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was. It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle. Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected. Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower. The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia Hoàng The man behind the bar was rather haggard... like most people there, really, and rather unremarkable. And quiet. He certainly acknowledged Olivia's request, if his epic journey to the water drums near him was any indication, but he didn't say anything. But that didn't matter, though, because the fellow with the funny hair next to her spoke up instead. And said something weird. "...'Skanky with slim'? ...Huh..." She sort-of muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. It almost distracted her from the fact that the man also seemed to know who she was. Well, more people than they should knew who she was, if only because some considered her memorable, for all the wrong reasons. Especially in this more primitive state of life they were now... well, living in. "Yeah, my name's Olivia, though I don't know if I should have admitted that or not. How'd you know who I was? I mean, I can make an educated guess, but just to be sure." As she asked him with a look of simultaneous confusion and caution, the silent barman had come back over with her glass of water. The glass was dirty, like most of the glasses, but... oh yes, he had mentioned something about the water. This comment made Olivia stop and hesitate with the glass. It'd take a lot of poison and bacteria in the water to make her puke after two years' worth of crushed skulls and people getting devoured by their own cousins, but best not to take any chances. "...I guess you're right about the water. But really, we've gone backwards as a species. Hopefully we've regained our historical immunities to contaminated water." She joked, hoping that the man wouldn't react in a stupid way. It could still happen.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Alexis smiled as Captain Ishida ruffled her hair, Tanya watched him getting ready to head out of their RV and gave him a quick nod. "We will be there in about an hour." Tanya said as he left hearing the door shut, she looked towards her sister for a moment and then went over towards a cupboard and pulled out two plates out of it, before setting the plate down onto the table. "Thank you sis." Alexis said as she went to start pouring some of the beans onto her plate and handed the can back to her sister, Tanya would pour the rest of the beans onto her own plate and the two started to eat. After they finished eating Tanya would stand up and reached over towards her leather jacket and puts it on, and handed another one to her sister and grabbed an umbrella. "Ready to go?" Tanya asked, Alexis gave her sister a quick nod before heading out of the door Tanya turned around to make sure that their RV was locked and secured. Opening the umbrella Tanya held it over her sister and herself a few minutes later they ran over towards Ishida's medical tent and smiled. "Sorry if we were late." Tanya said.</s>	<\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi But Captain Ishida was unable to attend to Tanya immediately. He was tending to a wounded soldier; he was fortunately the only casualty in the last Kyonshi raid. What was even more fortunate was that the wound he suffered was a gunshot wound, a friendly fire. It was infinitesimally better than getting ravaged or bitten by one of the Kyonshi. Sergeant Miller was probably watched over by Buddha himself, as, while the bullet had punched through an organ, it'd exited right through him, and the damaged organ was the liver, not the lungs nor the stomach or heart. The incident was two weeks ago, and he was already walking, albeit with a crutch. The medical officer had just concluded the soldier's checkup and given him his prescriptions, and sent him on his way, one of his subordinates supporting him. The wounded man brushed past Tanya. "You were, but it does not matter. I was occupied." With that, he went right down to business, "Children first. That my policy. But do you or Alexis-Chan have complaints? Discomforts?"</s>
<\|description\|>Tanya Roberts Age: 20 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Biography: Born in a small family Tanya grew up in the city of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, both of her parents owned a high end restaurant down by the waterfront in the city. She also has a younger sister who she is very close to Tanya had a rather average high school life, she was never popular or put in with the outcasts. Tanya was apart of her high school choir which was where she eventually fell in love with music, and started to sing in clubs and other places. When she finished high school Tanya got a job at her parents restaurant, she enjoyed working with her coworkers and also enjoyed talking with her regular customers. When the disease finally started to sweep through, Tanya heard word that her father had fallen ill somehow. Tanya and her sister Alexis visited their father every day, when he fell into a coma they started to get worried. When word came back that he came out of the coma Tanya her mother and sister quickly went to see him, but when they did the hospital was in chaos. When the police told them that they weren't allowed to go in they turned back to head back home, Tanya and her family spent the next few months going from camp to camp at one camp Tanya's mother ended up getting bit by someone who was infected. Doing the only humane thing Tanya ended up killing her mother still do this day she is still haunted by it, protecting the only family she has left Tanya headed further south hearing that there was a safe zone just outside of Orlando. Pre-Infection Career(s): During the day Tanya used to work as a waitress at a high end restaurant, the pay was always good enough for her to live stably on her own with, she was well liked by her coworkers. Usually on her days off or at night Tanya would be singing in bars and other clubs around Pittsburgh. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Alexis smiled as Captain Ishida ruffled her hair, Tanya watched him getting ready to head out of their RV and gave him a quick nod. "We will be there in about an hour." Tanya said as he left hearing the door shut, she looked towards her sister for a moment and then went over towards a cupboard and pulled out two plates out of it, before setting the plate down onto the table. "Thank you sis." Alexis said as she went to start pouring some of the beans onto her plate and handed the can back to her sister, Tanya would pour the rest of the beans onto her own plate and the two started to eat. After they finished eating Tanya would stand up and reached over towards her leather jacket and puts it on, and handed another one to her sister and grabbed an umbrella. "Ready to go?" Tanya asked, Alexis gave her sister a quick nod before heading out of the door Tanya turned around to make sure that their RV was locked and secured. Opening the umbrella Tanya held it over her sister and herself a few minutes later they ran over towards Ishida's medical tent and smiled. "Sorry if we were late." Tanya said.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi But Captain Ishida was unable to attend to Tanya immediately. He was tending to a wounded soldier; he was fortunately the only casualty in the last Kyonshi raid. What was even more fortunate was that the wound he suffered was a gunshot wound, a friendly fire. It was infinitesimally better than getting ravaged or bitten by one of the Kyonshi. Sergeant Miller was probably watched over by Buddha himself, as, while the bullet had punched through an organ, it'd exited right through him, and the damaged organ was the liver, not the lungs nor the stomach or heart. The incident was two weeks ago, and he was already walking, albeit with a crutch. The medical officer had just concluded the soldier's checkup and given him his prescriptions, and sent him on his way, one of his subordinates supporting him. The wounded man brushed past Tanya. "You were, but it does not matter. I was occupied." With that, he went right down to business, "Children first. That my policy. But do you or Alexis-Chan have complaints? Discomforts?"</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford Conrad shrugged his one shoulder, lips pursed for a moment. "People talk. There ain't a whole lot else to do around here sometimes, ya know." He turned a bit more on his stool so he faced her more, leaning his side up against the bar still. "You got nothing to worry about from me. Just thought I'd make conversation is all. Besides, you do look familiar. Swear I've seen your face before." And he surprisingly did mean her face. Even if the rest of her wasn't unfamiliar either. He looked back over to the barman when he returned with the water. Raising both eyebrows up at that he shook his head some before looking back to Olivia. "I was joking before," he said a little skeptically. "But I suppose the funnest jokes are the ones that are at least a little true." He thought about it for a moment before holding out his hand. "My name's Conrad, by the way. So that way you know mine too."</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke A conversation had developed between the Brit and a scavenger after Jack took his leave from the bar Matt was at. He took no offense to the man abruptly ending their conversation, it was the nature of the beast. In fact, Matt had begun to grow weary of the night and was planning on returning to his bed. Matt finished his drink quicklu, paid for his drink, and then took his leave from the bar. The tent where Matt called home was located just inside the vehicle depot. It was a loud location but it was the only one available when he first entered the camp. There had been promises that were made regarding a new home, but they were empty ones. For now, Matt would live here. He did not have many belongings. Most of what he had gathered was just necessities. Matt lived that way. Things he needed, not things he wanted.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya looked at Sergeant Miller as he brushed past her and left the medical tent, then she turned back to face Captain Ishida and shrugged slightly. "Just some headaches lately that's about it." Tanya answered and looked over and spotted a seat, motioning for her sister to go over to him and smiled. "I was going to have her go first anyway." Alexis walked over towards Ishida and shook her head. "I don't have any pain or discomfort." Alexis answered she went over and sat down on the medical bed. "So Captain Ishida, how are you doing on medical supplies?" Tanya asked turning over to look at him leaning her back up against the chair she was sitting in, she was one of the few people who were able to go out on supply runs or even just to take down the population of zombies that were outside of the walls. She wanted to know if she had to go out on another run again soon or not.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Alex had one of his meaningful dreams, being unable to keep awake. The dream started with him in a coma, in a hospital. His parents and his younger sister were weeping, and watching him. He had been unconscious for 6 months, and showed no signs of waking. The military came in, and tried to take his parents away, but they said they wanted to take Alexander with them. The military refused, and forced the family along, leaving Alex on his own. The next "dream-piece" left Alex in an abandoned house, scavenging. He heard movement in a closet of own of the bedrooms, and drawing his pistol, flung the door open. Alexander was on edge, and as soon as something tried to move, he shot into the closet. Falling out was an around ten year old girl, who had a bullet hole in her throat. She fell into Alex's arms, and Alex could do nothing but watch, as the girl, who's eyes were filled with pain, and whom couldn't speak, bled to death right in front of him. The worst part was, the girl reminded him of his sister, and Alex imagined that was his sister bleeding out, and left a scar in his mind. The last part of the dream didn't start out so bad. He was out scavenging, and with him was a women, no more than 19 or 20. They were searching for supplies for a camp, and were in an infected area. A few infected were killed, and then Alex saw the children. There was an orphanage, and it was filled with zombie children. An image flashed in his mind, of the children being trapped as the Z's entered, infecting everyone inside. This image caused Alex to collapse on the side of the street. Then he awoke...</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Captain Ishida Hisashi began examining Alexis. The usual palpitations and proddings. He checked her pulse, her blood pressure, her ocular reflexes, placed a stethoscope to her chest and back. Shining a torchlight down her throat. Checking her hair for lices. Weighing her and measuring her height. Asking questions. Had it been a pre-apocalypse check-up, it would have been more complex. It would have included blood-tests, exercises, x-rays. But they didn't have equipment for that. "We are low on medical supplies. Low for weeks. We resupply by sending out convoys, but no, there is never enough." The medical officer said as he was checking through Alexis, this time looking closely at her skin with his flashlight shining all over her. With some difficulty, he got Alexis to remove her shirt. He sighed at what he saw before dressing her up again, "If only you Americans stop drinking and hurting each other..." "Tanya-Kun. It may not look like it, but your sister is in poor health." The medical officer said gravely, "Alexis-Chan is slightly malnourished. She is displaying early symptoms of Scurvy. I could hear phlegm building up in her, which indicate the beginnings of a flu-like illness and therefore weak immunity system." "This is common problem." Captain Ishida said as he swivelled his chair once again to face the boxes behind his desk. " Let's see..." For a moment, he had returned to using native Japanese. "Here." He produced two packets of vitamin-infused gummy candy. This time, a packet contained Doraemon-shaped gummies, manufactured post-infection, as indicated by how the factory had to get creative with what little ink they had. It had an outline of Doraemon flying with his head-copter gadget and shooting a cartoon zombie with his air-cannon. The other packet had Kenshin on it, with appropriately shaped gummy candies. After that, he instructed Sergeant Maiko, his impromptu pharmacist, to put together a package of anti-biotics and flu symptom suppressants (cough syrup, mint, paracetamol, etc). After the medicine was placed on his desk, which was neat with several notepads and pen at a corner and his family picture in another (wife and 9-year-old daughter in kimonos), he laid out instructions on dosage and usage, "And Tanya-Kun, Alexis is not to exert herself. Take the right medicine as symptoms emerge. I will instruct ration distribution centre to pack the fresh berries we found into Alexis' portions." "And speaking of exertion, you look pale, Tanya-Kun. It is your turn." And Captain Ishida went through the same procedure with her, and although he found her nutrition to be sound (in comparison to the deficient)... "I believe I have found the cause of your headache. You have been dehydrated. Stressed. You've lost some weight, and some of that lost weight is due to lack of water." Wiping sweat away and scratching his scalp, looking rather dismayed at bad news coming in with every patient, he swivelled his office chair as usual and started rummaging through another cardboard box. He had Sergeant Maiko fetch drugs again. The prescription: 4 bottles of unopened distilled water and... a tube of wafers meant to be thrown into the water to produce quick isotonic drinks with the necessary salt and ions. The tube was decorated with colourful depictions of Hamtaro and friends. "Sorry, no more adult versions." Sergeant Maiko brought even more paracetamol for the headache. "You should rest more just like Alexis. Keep within the shade. Do not worry, just relax." "If symptoms persist, return to me, and I will check you again. This is why you do not miss medical check-ups."</s>	<\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya took a moment to look around the medical tent, she would occasionally look over towards her sister as Captain Ishida examined her Alexis didn't like doctors or dentists before the apocalypse started but she didn't fight and did every little thing that Ishida had told her to do. She would look over to her sister reluctantly when Ishida asked to take off her shirt. "It's okay sis." Tanya would say in a motherly tone, taking a reluctant sigh Alexis took off her shirt and continued with the examination. Alexis did have a hard time breathing lately though Tanya assumed that it was just allergies which she had. Upon hearing the grim news about her sister's health Tanya would look over at her sister with a worried look, Alexis was the only family she had left she wasn't sure about her relatives and extended family before the outbreak happened and didn't talk to them as often as she should have, but with no real way to communicate anywhere else was hard enough. "I'll be fine Tanya." Alexis said reassuring her older sister when she was handed the gummy vitamins to take, though it was childish Alexis still liked things like that. When it was Tanya's turn she got up and headed over to where her sister had sat, passing her by Alexis took the same seat that her sister had been sitting in. Letting Ishida do her examination Tanya would look over towards the picture at his desk seeing what she assumed was his family there which made Tanya smile softly. "Is that your family?" She asked, taking all of the prescriptions that Ishida was giving to her and her sister she stood up putting her shirt back on and looked down at the tube of wafers seeing the little Japanese cartoon characters on it. Though they were for most likely the younger kids. "Thank you again, and i'm sorry we didn't come any sooner."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Age: 25 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: {Name unknown by most. I love role-play so someone can be my accomplice :) } A tall, Caucasian from Florida, he is around 6" 1'. He is lean and slightly tanned, strong in upper and lower body. He has some facial hair, but not much, due to his large knife strapped on his chest. a somewhat shy man, who keeps to himself, and only speaks loudly when around a small group of friends that may not still be alive. he has a scar on his face, from a mutant wolf claw, and he has a spot on his left shoulder he makes sure is well covered... Biography: Born and raised along the east coast of America, Alexander has always wanted to travel to Europe, at least until the outbreak. He has/had (unknown) a younger sister, mother, and step-dad. He always loved the outdoors, and lucky for him, loved to role-play apocalypse situations as a kid. He also loved to parkour in his free time, and is very fit due to it. Not a drinker or smoker, though does love the woods. In schooling, his mother always pushed him to new limits, leading to him being in advanced math and history classes, in both middle and high school. He didn't have many friends in high school, and didn't like many sports. The only true friends he had were a small group of about 5-8 people. Although they were small in number, his friends and him made a YouTube channel, and saw each-other almost every weekend. They would role-play, shoot guns, parkour, and make videos on his channel (he was the owner of said channel). Alexander was close with his mother, mainly due to the fact that his parents were divorced, and he only got to see his dad on the summers. When he was with his mom, it was the school-year, so he lived regularly. When Alex was with his dad, however, they went sailing, hiking, camping, and fishing. Alexander was trying to become a famous archaeologist, and succeeded. He discovered lost cities, ancient religions, and lost civilizations no-one had ever heard of. He made award winning fantasy books, like The Dragon's Lover, and Lost in the City of Time (I don't know if they are real book names or not :) ). Alexander got a master's degree in Archaeology, and owned a mustang, a nice house, a large plot of wooded land, and he had a wife, and two kids. (They are of unknown location to them, which might be why he actually drank liquor for the first time since he was 21.) Pre-infection Career: An archaeologist who specialized in ancient Mayan cities. Parkoured and wrote stories in free-time. Other: Wears jeans, a t-shirt, and leather "armor" scraps over his clothes. Also has a paintball mask made into a gas-mask. In his camel-pack he has a mostly full water skin, a loaf of bread, some painkillers and vitamins, a Zippo black lighter, and some extra mags for his guns. Extra t-shirt and two pants included.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi "No." Captain Ishida Hisashi rejected the offer, before remembering the more socially graceful words, "thank you. That would be illegal. What ration is given to you is your own. Supplies are limited." He had always had difficulty expressing himself in the language of the land, partly due to his basic grasp of it. All he could do was to state facts, but what he felt and what he thought were constantly locked inside of him. He could state those as facts too, but that would be insufficient. Looking down at Alexis, Tanya's younger sister, he couldn't help but to crack a smile, "Hello, Alexis-Chan. It is good that you are reading." Before turning back, rather reluctantly, to her guardian. Behind her was her dinner - they were eating out of cans again. In fact, most people were these days. Modern living by itself was unhealthy in some ways, and to live in a fallen modern society would be worse. The 'farm' that was set out would not be able to feed everyone around the year, very far from it in fact. The very same thing that was sustaining them was killing them over the long term. "Tanya-Kun, you missed your medical appointment today." The medical officer said, concern trickling through. "While you and your sister's last screening has uncovered little health issues, a month passing is a very long time." Bringing up his computer, he checked his digital schedule. After pressing a few virtual buttons and passing between virtual windows, he came upon the right day on his calender. "I have another window for you open two days later. Or I could do it tonight." Looking at the kid again, he remembered what Jack had said behind his back as he was leaving the bar-n, what some people were saying when they thought he couldn't hear or understand. While they didn't have the power to remove him from his duty, what they had said had cut deeper than that. Looking at the kid had given him some hope. "We will protect Alexis-Chan. No matter what it takes." He said to Tanya as he smiled again at the youngling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack shrugged his shoulders and asked for his whiskey back. If someone else was paying he was sure as hell going to oblige. Grabbing the small glass he sipped at it and grimaced again, the lovely taste of piss filled his mouth. Sighing he looked the man over. He actually had no idea who this was, he had only heard the name from the Peacekeeper. However it was only fair that you knew your drinking buddies name. "Name's Jack. Brit, born and bred, what about you fella? I heard Matt from those blue-tops, but where you from? It seems like we have all kinds around here. First you got the locals who turn up, me in fact as well, and then those from out of the state. Then. Well. Blue tops from out of the country arrive and apparently we all have to worship the ground they stand on and respect their bullying ways." Jack winked smugly before taking another sip from his cup, he offered it up to connect with Matt's glass, he was always a fan of knocking glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke The man offered a toast of sorts, Matt obliged. The glasses clanked and the two drank. "Where am I from? Up north I guess. I guess it really doesn't matter that this point because most of my family is gone. If not all of them" Matthew said, but he suddenly changed his demeanor to try and get the self-pity and sadness away. "Brit eh? What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Matthew asked. Finding out new things about people was always an interesting situation to get into. Matthew found, before the Z's took over the working world, that he loved interacting with new people, as long as they were friendly, and often tried to make new friends and acquaintances. At this point, with all that was going on in the world, having more friends was not a bad idea. But on the other hand, it could be. New friends meant that you cared about people. Whether it be in a friendly fashion or something more. The more you cared the more you were likely to be hurt in the end. The Z's were persistent beings, they usually got what they wanted. Their only drive was to eat, humans was to survive. The Z's usually won.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Rain, great for masking your sound. A strange man, whom no-one recognized, thought to himself as walked in through the entrance to the camp. He didn't look like a standard civilian, nor a guard. Some-what like a mix. He wore dark, strengthened leather armor pieces over his t-shirt and pants. He had sneakers that were slightly worn, but could last for still some time. On his back was a large camel-pack, which was when people started to realize this must be one of the fabled Scavengers. The Scavengers rarely came into camps, and spent almost all of their time looting and in abandoned cities. They were the closets one to the undead, and the farthest from them. Strapped to this man's hip was a pistol, that lucky enough, had a silencer on it. Also across his back was a rifle with a decent scope, but no silencer was seen on this weapon, though it was hard to tell in the rain and dark... This strange man made his way toward an area of commotion, some kind of barn, it appeared. Once inside, a hush fell upon the place. This man, a white man with a mop of blond hair, sat at the barn and order a drink. The bartender was a little weary by now, and somewhat afraid of the man. Not only did he have the guns, but he had a large knife across his chest. When the bartender slipped him a drink, the man passed him a small amount of vitamins. the bartender was shocked, but the man told him in a somewhat gruff voice to keep them, and proceeded to sip on his drink, all eyes on him...</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya nodded at Captain Ishida she did drink coffee often whenever she had it, when Ishida mentioned missing her and her sister's appointment for the month she rubbed her head slightly. "I totally forgot, I've just been working so much that it must have slipped my mind." Tanya answered as she went to take the can off of the stove and onto the counter. Alexis looked up at Ishida and smiled at him before putting the book face down on the built in table so she wouldn't lose her place. "It just keeps my occupied." Alexis answered looking over towards her sister for a moment she forgot about the appointment as well. "We can do it tonight, might as well get it done sooner then later. Just let us eat real quick, your more then welcome to join us as well." Tanya said looking towards Alexis who agreed to as well though Tanya never liked going to the doctors when she was growing up with the zombies outside she couldn't risk getting sick either and leave her sister to fend to herself. "Thank you Captain Ishida." Alexis smiled as she looked towards the can of beans.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Most people started to get back to their games and drinks, but some stayed staring at the man. He looked around, not moving his head, only his eyes, to look at all the people. He appeared to be studying the people. After finishing his drink, he pulled up his hood, covering his face, and started to leave. Someone stopped him before he could make it out the door... (any guests or people in the Bar-n go ahead if you want and role-play that you stopped me on the way out, I may be willing to do shady work or lessen the power of the Japanese. I might just get supplies, or whatever is needed.)</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack had immediately taken a liking to Matt. The guy seemed honest, hard working and like he was just trying to make his way in life. Whilst the foremost was not always a boon these days, the rest were respectable enough. Sipping at his drink Jack almost laughed at the question too his origins. Hell, if he had a choice he would still be back home. "Grew up in London. School was shit so I just bummed around, making some money from a number of less than legal vemtures and eventually my parents got tired of it. Family booked me a flight and sent me to live with my Aunt over this side of the pond. Course I didn't change toi much." Jack winked and then downed the remainder of his drink. "Anyways, thanks for the drink Matty boy. I shall return the favour someday. Until then keep yourself well." Jack got up, patted Matt on the bag and half walked, half stumbled, towards the exit. He hadn't noticed the Scavenger come in and so was thoroughly surprised as he collided with the blonde haired man. Reversing suddenly Jack spluttered out a curse. "Fucking hell! Watch where your going." Jack then noticed the gun. "Jesus christ, it is not my night, guard or blue top? 'Cus those are the only two groups allowed guns out in the open here." Of course many others had firearms and Jack had his eye on a nice pistol. But on thw black market they were incredibly expensive and more of a pipe dream for most.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen On his way out the exit, Alexander (unknown to most) was interrupted by a somewhat drunk man, probably from England based on his words. As the two men both backed up, Alex made sure this wasn't a purposeful introduction to an attack, and saw a look of shock on the man's face. The English man claimed "it wasn't his night," and asked if Alex was "a guard or a blue top". Alex knew what a guard was, of course, but had never heard of "blue top." "Neither," Alex replied, "I am a Scavenger, and I will carry my weapons wherever I so chose." Alex figured that this man might be a good fellow, but as a drunk man, he should probably be left alone until morning. "Are you still sober enough to tell me where any tents are that I can fall asleep in, or do I have to ask another person." All Alex was hoping for was that the guards or the "blue tops" didn't show up, and didn't know about him until morning. Although, getting an answer would be nice, and getting a map of the base would be better...</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack narrowed his eyes as the man mentioned he was neither. In all honesty Scavengers were nothing to him but wannabe heroes. However the man was armed and his arrogant dismissal of the camp's rules tickled Jack. Though his knowledge, or lack of, meant he wasn't a local. Hell Jack had had enough of being told what to do by the camp, and it's prestigious guests. Walking forward he gestured out of the door. "Have you seen the state of the camp fella? We are packed in here and if there was much spare room it would be taken." Then pointing to one of the dirtier looking ends of the camp he spoke again. "See, I was one of the first ones here and I get shitted on. Now I may have a bed in my bunk that is free, but a decent space to sleep is hard to come by around here so..." Jack looked off into the distance and then smiled. "Tell you what! You can have the bunk for thw night, if you get me something nice. Don't care what! But something I can't get this side of the fence." Turning Jack was caught in a slight daze but then righted himself. He then offered his hand and plastered on a cheeky grin.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Alex was a little skeptical at how quickly this man's mood changed, but still reached out and shook the hand, unable to keep a completely straight face. Alex decided that he might as well try to have at least one friend in camp, for when he placed his bombs at the main guard locations. He still remembered the damaged house he used on the edge of the city, and left his makeshift bombs there. I will use the shack as a base, and leave my rifle there. I will get him "something special," and then come back. Alexander hoped the house still had its barricades on it, and hoped that even if it didn't, the hidden compartment in the closet on the west side of the house wasn't discovered. He still knew a couple of stores and locations of the city that weren't scavenged, by him at least. "Do you have anything in particular you want?" Alex asked the man in a hushed voice. People were starting to take notice, and as such, Alex asked the man if they could go somewhere less crowded to talk, as he double checked all his supplies were still fastened tightly, and that his pistol and rifle were still in place.</s>
<\|description\|>Alena Carthenwald _Lachrymose_ A light shortsword. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries and counter-attacks and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords. _Miseria_ A short steel dagger for close ranged stealth kills, small and concealable under any circumstances. There's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of poison. _Raven's Feathers_ Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles or used for a discreet, far ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky guard or two (Maximum Limit: 12) _Wind of Thanatos_ Only for those situations when accuracy is favored over close brutality. A special bow given to her by the Ravenhead, the arrows are magically imbued with a damaging poison upon every draw and grants the user the distinct Death's Eye, allowing them to see further and in more clarity than the average mortal. (Limit: 23 Arrows) Age: 28 Rank: Elite City Reputation: Killer for Hire Personality: There isn't much difficulty in getting along with Alena. Likewise, she is witty and has a very charming charisma about herself. She can be romantic at times too, but she fears growing too attached to people, especially if they may end up being her target one day. When she doesn't have her hands wet with blood, she enjoys strolls about the city and catching a few operas. However, on the job she takes a different personality, cold, methodical, and without remorse. Alena is skilled in both one handed and two handed melee combat and is a dead-eye in marksmanship. she is also an expert when it comes to parkour/free running, able to leap and bound and flow gracefully atop the city roofs and high passages. As for stealth, Alena is like a spirit looming upon you when you least expect her. Trivia: Tends to show more of a preference towards women Bio: House-Carthenwald was once the most prominent of families who were part of the aristocracy of Karstberg, a small island nation of the Mercarian Sea. Alena's father, Magnus, was the head of an illustrious trading company that operated in the Market District, selling and trading rare goods that were gathered from all across the globe. He shared the business with his half brother and Alena's uncle, Venius, yet rebuked Venius' idea that the company should be dealing arms and armaments instead of rare spices and such, as he did not wish to be a merchant of blood. Little did he know this would have consequences. Magnus fell in love later on with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Alena. Twas thanks to her mother that Alena was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. When she turned thirteen, Magnus entrusted his business to her, along with all of his riches. It was an action that further angered Venius, and soon he retaliated in violence. One night, a band of mercenaries hired by Venius stormed the Carthenwald Manor. Magnus was slain trying to defend his home and his family and Marianne was later murdered by the men. Alena survived the attack, unaware that Venius was the orchestrator of this vile action. As she watched her family's illustrious and elegant manor erupt in flames, she fled from the city and towards the forest in fear of her own life still being forfeit. She was attacked there upon by a gang of ruthless bandits, but rescued by a man in a dark cloak and form-fitting armor. He was Matthias Grimm, the head of a secret and illegal guild of assassins known simply as the Coven of Thorns, not to mention a worshiper of the God of Death. Matthias saw great potential in Alena more or less as a whipped pup that lacked training, judging by the pain she harbored for the loss of her beloved family and noted upon her desire to punish those responsible. So he inducted her into the Coven. It was a baptism in blood for Alena. For the next thirteen years, she endured the Coven's brutal and often fatal training regiment, shattering away the innocence of an aristocratic young girl and shaping her down into a weapon of cold lethality. She took upon herself the most daunting of assignments, often times placing her in the thick of peril, yet she would return successful and unscathed. Yet, after all these years serving the Coven, she still clung to her main goal, revenge.... It wasn't till later upon investigating the ruins of her family home for her own that she discovered the perpetrator of those vile crimes years ago, Venius Carthenwald, now head of her father's company, usurper of her family legacy. And as though fate could not be cruel enough, Venius became one of her clients. Though seething with rage behind clenched teeth, Alena met with her loathsome uncle and a contract was arranged, Venius now seeking to forego business and aspire to higher...more political ambitions. It would be the most prolific assassination ever carried out by the Coven, the murder of Karstberg's High Emperor. Months went into planning the attack, Alena and Matthias working tirelessly to make the perfect arrangements for the Emperor's death. Soon came the day destined, but though the assassination went smoothly....everything after...fell into Oblivion. Once Alena met with Venius to confirm the kill, she was caught by his mercenaries and stripped of her cloak, revealing her identity to him, yet in fact he knew all along. He tried to have her killed, but without much effort she slew his sellswords and him as well. Upon his dying breath however, he snickered, Now I've slain BOTH your families. These words, they struck fear into her heart. She raced from the city back to the forest, again that damning smell of smoke looming about the air and the ghastly vermillion glow emanating through the trees. It was just as Venius proclaimed so wicked and arrogantly even in death....the Coven had been put to the sword. Amidst the burning rubble of the Coven Sanctuary, Alena searched for survivors, sustaining a few scathing wounds as a wooden beam graced her shoulder. Neither she could find, all around her the assassins lying dead. But then she heard a cough, ragged and filled with smoke. It was Matthias, impaled by a blade into the wall, yet still breathing barely. In his last waking hours upon the realm of the living, he had but one last request for Alena, his protege.......live, go and seek life elsewhere but Karstberg, fly upon the Raven's wings to sanctuary. Alena honored his request and with tears in her eyes she granted the suffering old man eternal rest. From that day on, Alena has traveled from continent to continent, never giving up the life of an assassin. She has still kept with the old traditions as well, taking contracts and fulfilling them at her own discretion. She's made a hefty sum of gold, though she resumes to live a meager existence, hidden beyond the veil of shadows.</s> <\|message\|>Celaena Sardothien Celaena seen them and smiled then looked at the guards due to being pissed of she went right into the middle of them, while alternating between dodging and attacking, a guard tried to punch her again, but she caught his arm then knocked him to his knees with her foot, she ripped of his helmet then rammed his head against a wall until the skin was off one side of his face, she then scraped the front of his face further disfiguring him, she then sliced his throat to make sure he was dead</s> <\|message\|>Alena Carthenwald To whom it may concern, It is of the utmost importance that I have called upon your expertise for a rather malicious but justifiable task, given you have a known reputation for making problems disappear. An intolerable, wretched oaf of a man by the name of Lucien Balford has shamed my wife and my household, but has slipped past the justice of the kingdom, however he shall not slip past my swift hand I send to strike him. No matter the cost, I want this urchin dealt with as soon as possible in the most lethal method imaginable by an ill-famed cutthroat. Make sure this swine Balford is never able to lay hands upon anyone's property ever again. Signed, Erick Vaughn Lastraad. The tattered sepia toned parchment had written upon it such fiery language and foul utterances towards the chosen target, and at the bottom where the client had written his name lied the mark that forever sealed Balford's fate, the crimsoned, smeared bloody palm-print to mark the man's untimely demise. Having met with Lastraad beforehand as per-custom within the city's dank and dark catacombs, a secluded and indeed sordid arrangement only illuminated by dim, flickering torchlight, the exchange of coin was made for bloodshed as the return gratitude. Such were the blood-soaked contracts, notes left upon a withering, hollow tree of the old cemetery where the ravens perched, their cantankerous caws echoing the arrival of a client to the forbidden grounds soaked with the hatred and agony of dead men festering. There the notes were plucked from the tree as ripened apples dripping with their beautiful nectar, but that nectar indeed held the bite of a serpent's venom, for these were letters unto an evil that forever sealed a man's fate to the grave. The assassin who handled such dark and grim affairs was Alena. Rolling up the contract, she stuffed it into the crevice of her light and surprisingly flexible armor, emerging from her perch high atop the majestic city of Ardarlan, as beautiful as the day she first laid eyes upon its towering buttresses, it's magnificent and colorful market, its posh and elegant Noble Quarter. This was a city she was indeed in love with, marveling the view with such lustful eyes as though a groom who looked upon his bride on the night they made solemn vow to love each other till death do they part. But the time for sightseeing and awing were naught. Alena had a mission, find Balford within the city, kill him, and bring back the blood rose as proof of her sinister endeavors. I, the wings who guide the Angel of Death, take flight. It was the mantra of all the assassins of the Coven, the very same that brutish man with the scar across his face had taught Alena when she first learned to fly as Matthias called it. More-so it was a swift leap from atop the belfry of the hallowed temple and onto the rooftops she sprinted forth, leaping over to the other roof adjacent to her, then another until it seemed the woman was gliding across thin air. Her hastened stride paused however upon lieu of a commotion catching her ears. Ah, the royal guardsmen, their armor gleaming as snow freshly fallen upon the cold mountains to the north and clattering as though pots and pans of iron stuffed so halfheartedly in a cupboard. Twas a sight and sound that made her crimson eyes glint with ill delight, but who be this? They crowded round a woman, a rather striking lass, hair long and gilded a soft shade of honey and eyes, dazzling sapphires. Many a tale was heard of a legendary cloak and dagger that fit such an alluring description, even as far as Imperial ruled Karstberg. Alena smirked under the guise of her hood and with a leap she crashed through the window with a resounding shatter of stained glass. Her cloak, dark and billowing, it flowed around her slim fitting leather armour, giving a sort of ethereal, haunting presence to the woman and in a flash of her hand, the guards before her fell dead, each with a slender, stiletto blade jutting from their jugulars spewing red.</s> <\|message\|>Celaena Sardothien Celaena looked at Aery and the Urchins with cold eyes, Celaena had killed most of the guards singlehandly due to being this angry, she dropped her weapons and then walked away from the scene " I'll have contracts for you tomorrow aery." She added, this was the angriest Celaena had been for fifteen years.</s>	<\|message\|>Alena Carthenwald "And just where do you believe you're going, miss?" A sultry giggle sounded from the woman's lips towards the flustered blonde storming away. "No gratitude at all for coming to your aid? Why I'm quite offended." With a whisk of her cloak behind her she turned to face Celaena, quite the reputation preceding her, but of Alena's face, nothing could be discerned...except for a pair of lush ruby lips curling into a haughty smirk, those old noble habits it seemed. "Celaena Sardothien I presume? Your name is hard to forget."</s>
<\|description\|>Alena Carthenwald _Lachrymose_ A light shortsword. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries and counter-attacks and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords. _Miseria_ A short steel dagger for close ranged stealth kills, small and concealable under any circumstances. There's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of poison. _Raven's Feathers_ Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles or used for a discreet, far ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky guard or two (Maximum Limit: 12) _Wind of Thanatos_ Only for those situations when accuracy is favored over close brutality. A special bow given to her by the Ravenhead, the arrows are magically imbued with a damaging poison upon every draw and grants the user the distinct Death's Eye, allowing them to see further and in more clarity than the average mortal. (Limit: 23 Arrows) Age: 28 Rank: Elite City Reputation: Killer for Hire Personality: There isn't much difficulty in getting along with Alena. Likewise, she is witty and has a very charming charisma about herself. She can be romantic at times too, but she fears growing too attached to people, especially if they may end up being her target one day. When she doesn't have her hands wet with blood, she enjoys strolls about the city and catching a few operas. However, on the job she takes a different personality, cold, methodical, and without remorse. Alena is skilled in both one handed and two handed melee combat and is a dead-eye in marksmanship. she is also an expert when it comes to parkour/free running, able to leap and bound and flow gracefully atop the city roofs and high passages. As for stealth, Alena is like a spirit looming upon you when you least expect her. Trivia: Tends to show more of a preference towards women Bio: House-Carthenwald was once the most prominent of families who were part of the aristocracy of Karstberg, a small island nation of the Mercarian Sea. Alena's father, Magnus, was the head of an illustrious trading company that operated in the Market District, selling and trading rare goods that were gathered from all across the globe. He shared the business with his half brother and Alena's uncle, Venius, yet rebuked Venius' idea that the company should be dealing arms and armaments instead of rare spices and such, as he did not wish to be a merchant of blood. Little did he know this would have consequences. Magnus fell in love later on with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Alena. Twas thanks to her mother that Alena was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. When she turned thirteen, Magnus entrusted his business to her, along with all of his riches. It was an action that further angered Venius, and soon he retaliated in violence. One night, a band of mercenaries hired by Venius stormed the Carthenwald Manor. Magnus was slain trying to defend his home and his family and Marianne was later murdered by the men. Alena survived the attack, unaware that Venius was the orchestrator of this vile action. As she watched her family's illustrious and elegant manor erupt in flames, she fled from the city and towards the forest in fear of her own life still being forfeit. She was attacked there upon by a gang of ruthless bandits, but rescued by a man in a dark cloak and form-fitting armor. He was Matthias Grimm, the head of a secret and illegal guild of assassins known simply as the Coven of Thorns, not to mention a worshiper of the God of Death. Matthias saw great potential in Alena more or less as a whipped pup that lacked training, judging by the pain she harbored for the loss of her beloved family and noted upon her desire to punish those responsible. So he inducted her into the Coven. It was a baptism in blood for Alena. For the next thirteen years, she endured the Coven's brutal and often fatal training regiment, shattering away the innocence of an aristocratic young girl and shaping her down into a weapon of cold lethality. She took upon herself the most daunting of assignments, often times placing her in the thick of peril, yet she would return successful and unscathed. Yet, after all these years serving the Coven, she still clung to her main goal, revenge.... It wasn't till later upon investigating the ruins of her family home for her own that she discovered the perpetrator of those vile crimes years ago, Venius Carthenwald, now head of her father's company, usurper of her family legacy. And as though fate could not be cruel enough, Venius became one of her clients. Though seething with rage behind clenched teeth, Alena met with her loathsome uncle and a contract was arranged, Venius now seeking to forego business and aspire to higher...more political ambitions. It would be the most prolific assassination ever carried out by the Coven, the murder of Karstberg's High Emperor. Months went into planning the attack, Alena and Matthias working tirelessly to make the perfect arrangements for the Emperor's death. Soon came the day destined, but though the assassination went smoothly....everything after...fell into Oblivion. Once Alena met with Venius to confirm the kill, she was caught by his mercenaries and stripped of her cloak, revealing her identity to him, yet in fact he knew all along. He tried to have her killed, but without much effort she slew his sellswords and him as well. Upon his dying breath however, he snickered, Now I've slain BOTH your families. These words, they struck fear into her heart. She raced from the city back to the forest, again that damning smell of smoke looming about the air and the ghastly vermillion glow emanating through the trees. It was just as Venius proclaimed so wicked and arrogantly even in death....the Coven had been put to the sword. Amidst the burning rubble of the Coven Sanctuary, Alena searched for survivors, sustaining a few scathing wounds as a wooden beam graced her shoulder. Neither she could find, all around her the assassins lying dead. But then she heard a cough, ragged and filled with smoke. It was Matthias, impaled by a blade into the wall, yet still breathing barely. In his last waking hours upon the realm of the living, he had but one last request for Alena, his protege.......live, go and seek life elsewhere but Karstberg, fly upon the Raven's wings to sanctuary. Alena honored his request and with tears in her eyes she granted the suffering old man eternal rest. From that day on, Alena has traveled from continent to continent, never giving up the life of an assassin. She has still kept with the old traditions as well, taking contracts and fulfilling them at her own discretion. She's made a hefty sum of gold, though she resumes to live a meager existence, hidden beyond the veil of shadows.</s> <\|message\|>Shadow Shadow had long since given up on getting to any help so he just rolled himself over and look up at the sky. He wished that he could have done a bit more good in his life. he felt numb but that was nothing he was going to focus on. he had trained ever since the death of his parents. he fought with all the people that tried to teach him and now he was laying on a road in a city feeling like crap and dying. his mind traced back to try and figure out why he felt this way. he had lost blood yes but this was worse. he was slowly losing every thing. his will to fight his strength and his life all were fading. in a moment he knew what it was. the damn blade that cut him had to have had poison on it. a slow acting poison that he had yet to encounter yet was his best guess. he smiled and then gave a laugh it hurt like hell but he didn't care. taken out by cheap tactics what a way to go.</s> <\|message\|>Mr Davidson "YAH,YAH!" he wiped his horse into over drive until he came upon an urchin camp. "well, we need to make sure her spies never make it" he hitched his horse and walked in "Who wants some food" he drew his knife and 'set to work' on the boys and girls (I know its wrong but after the fleeing i know you would be mad so he is damage controliing)</s> <\|message\|>Celaena Sardothien " Aery I need to talk to you about something else" Celaena looked at Aery as they walked to some place else " When you helped me in the castle, I seen a few guards hesitate to harm you, anything to say?" Celaena crouched to her knees so she was eye level to Aery, she softly lay her hands on Aerys shoulders</s>	<\|message\|>Alena Carthenwald "Hmph! Well that was quite rude. I expected better of a legend." Alena huffed deciding to leave the scene. Besides, there were contracts to fulfill instead of shooting the breeze with someone...who rather loathed her company, even if that someone be a well-known assassin. Following upon one last tip from the embittered businessman that was Lastraad before he and the assassin had parted ways, Alena continued her swift and hasty stride across the rooftops and the high passages of majestic Karstberg in pursuit of her designated target. According to the angry man and his venomous spouting of utterances towards the dark haired woman with eyes red as blood, the bastard known only as Lucien Balford was a well round drunkard who haunted a tavern in the eastern quarter of the city, a place where Alena might expect to find a lowlife such as Balford. From high atop, she leapt to the city streets below her feet, landing safely and displaying such grace a woman of the hidden blade could exhibit. None could see her beautiful visage though hidden behind the thick scarf that obscured her luscious yet subtle lips and her petite nose and the black hood draped over her head, concealing the rest of her face in infinite shadows, the only feature Alena revealed of her identity were a pair of gleaming red eyes that peered through the darkness unto the other citizens who passed by her without a care or a second glance towards the black clad woman ominously stalking through the crowded streets and back alleys. Despite the reputation of this crime ridden district, the passages of the eastern quarter were rather lax and unguarded, not a single armed guard of the city watch patrolling the area, which only made this task so much easier than the journey from the catacombs to Bartleby's Tavern without catching sight of the nuisances armored in their thick plate and mail, nuisances being they offered no challenge to the woman, so slow and so easy to dispatch. Alena approached the tavern's door, carefully turning the knob and nudging it open with a subtle creak of the old pinewood, immediately being sucker-punched by the raw stench of old ale and that oft musky odor of well...men, nefarious men at that. Her uninvited intrusion frankly fell unnoticed by Bartleby's many intoxicated occupants since it was drowned by their raucous drunk debauchery and cantankerous merrymaking. Most, if not many of these scruffy and bearded burly few, were sea captains and sailors who made their living upon the vast oceans, either sailing forth merchant and trader ships or fishing the high seas for a plentiful bounty to bring to market. The clanking of their iron tankards and their boastful hearty laughter intermingled with many a sea shanty they bellowed jovially. In all honesty, they were quite the vocalists in Alena's opinion, but the woman was not here to applaud the singing of sailors. Balford, he was here somewhere. It would've been sufficient if Lastraad could've given a better mental picture of this malicious ne'er do well, but the only clue he could give Alena of Balford's identity was he was a fat man with bright red hair, and from Alena's point of view, there were alot of men here who fit that particular description, however thanks to his haggard demeanor, Balford outed himself to his death dealer. "Bartelby ye old codger! Another round of Ale for me hearties!" There he was, the obese buffoon hollering to the elderly yet still broad barkeep for more booze for him and his comrades, a select few of burly men, shirtless and obscenely immodest but their chests brandished the scars of many a tussle, not to mention a mat of nodded hairs, and some wondered why Alena preferred the company of women over men. "Right away, Balford ye ole sea dog! Aurelia! Take these fine gents their ale! That table over there!" Bartleby handed the tray of tankards, filled to the brim with intoxicating ale, to a rather scraggly young barmaid, a petite figure with dusty blonde hair in a tousled mess around her shoulders, but a face as fair as an angel. I would be damned to ever frequent such a place if I were her. Alena pondered eyeing the lovely young lady, carefully sauntering across the tavern in all her dark cloak and armor towards her, all the while fetching a small vial of an ominous black substance of sorts from the pommel of her dagger sheathed to her side, next to her sword no less. "Ah...pardon me, mademoiselle." She spoke softly to the barmaid, feigning an accidental bumping into of the woman's tray she carried, but no less a faint smile crossing her lips as she saw the drops of dark liquid dissolve into Balford's beverage, along with his mates' drinks for good measure. "I should be more careful next time. Forgive me." Afterwards, before making her exit, she turned at the door to see Balford gulp down his ale. "URGH!! B-bloody hell!" Immediately his hand grasped his fat neck as he gasped for air and groaned in an infernal storm of agony. Saliva, frothy and red with his own blood, began to seep from the cracked crevices of his mouth, and soon a torrent of red exhumed from his lips and unto the knotty cedar of the table where he sat. His chums soon followed with their own cries of pain and suffering, a commotion it did cause, but before the perpetrator was discovered, she would be long gone from this den of undesirable denizens. Before her departure though, the sly woman jumped at the opportunity to leave a kiss upon the cheek of the barmaiden, "Fare thee well, my lovely." And out the door she was, scaling the high wall next to her and taking to the rooftops again, vanished before the watch soon arrived to investigate this vile account of foul play.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin's ears dropped beneath her hood, vaguely visible. She slunk away, rather like a kicked cat. Fading slowly as embarrassment caught up to her. Moving carefully and silently she weaved her way between other students, trying not to stand on anyone's toes, by this time there was nothing of her that could be seen, nothing but a faint impression of her eyes, gone before you could register you had seen them. Passing by girls, boys, and what appeared to be a pair of twins, Kiy slumped down against a wall, slowly fading back into view. "Why, did I leave?" she muttered to herself, "Alice was nice, I understood Alice, mostly, but here is weird, I don't like it here. Alice please." Her tail slipped free and started lashing softly by her side, showing her agitation. Her hands, had she looked at them were shrinking, gold-ginger fur growing on the backs. She was losing control of her form, it happened occasionally when she was scared or agitated, and today she was a little of both. I wasn't really the incident earlier, rather it was the coming somewhere new, with so many new people, and the feeling was only just catching up to her now.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas At that, both twins grinned playfully at Peter, both having heard that multiple times already. They decided to mess with him a little bit first. "Like-" "-what?" The twins asked oh-so innocently but they soon laughed it off, calling out their joke. "Well it's too bad, Peter," Hansel explained patiently. "It's a habit of ours," giggled Gretel. "Call us creepy twins," Hansel joked. "But we don't care," Finished the female twin. Finally, both of them answered Peter's question in one voice. "We're freshmen." Hansel asked as an afterthought, "Are you a senior?"</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumpled" Stiltskin Rylan, to say the least, was rather annoyed by all the kids that began showing up. He'd become slightly bored, waiting on whatever they were waiting for. Then he saw the big guy roar at the blonde girl. He cocked an eyebrow, and stood from where he sat on the steps. The black haired girl - Belle Sinclair - took to calming him down. This could be interesting... Rylan reasoned with himself. The guy was obviously very intimidating towards the others - so would he be the top dog among the new students? Well that just didn't sit well with Rylan. Let's see how far you'll go... Seeing a chance to present himself, Rylan pushed through some student, shoving some blonde kid out of the way. "C'mon now, guys..." He said, stepping to the middle of the circle that had formed around the big guy. "Ms. Sinclair is right - you're among friends." He said, giving a fake smile. "Come on now, big guy... what do you say? Wanna be my friend?" He proposed, purposely speaking in a taunting tone. "Let's see, do you like magic tricks?" He reached into his pocket and fished out a bronze penny from a jumble of loose coins. "Let's see..." He flicked the coin up like he was doing a coin toss. All the while, he watched the guy's eyes - was he getting angrier? He caught the coin and closed his fingers around. He blew on the fist and opened his hand- the coin was gone. "Ta-da!" He looked to some of the students - obviously unamused. "Not good enough for you guys? Tough crowd..." He reached over, placing his hand beside Belle's ear. He snapped his finger and the coin appeared in his fingers. "Well what do you know - Belle Sinclair! Rich in coins and in beauty." He gave her a mischievous wink, which he was certain she wouldn't find attractive, but that was the point. He pocketed the coin and stared dead-on at the big guy. "Did ya like that?" He put on another fake smile, daring the guy to get angrier.</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström This was a mistake. Elsa watched as people, her peers, began gathering around at the entrance. All varied in some way or another but not in a way that Elsa varied, she thought. How could they know? Taking a deep breath, Elsa tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she opened the taxi door, leaving the safety of anonymity for that of exposure. This was it... Her first trial of rejoining the world and what a way to pick it. Boarding school with what Elsa had imagined to be filled with conniving and ruthless teens, all fueled by hormones and that drive for identity. But if she could survive this without a major incident, she could return and embrace her sister once more. The taxi driver, who had been standing just outside Elsa's door with her luggage for awhile now, was peeved that he was stuck idling as Elsa gazed off in the distance. He coughed which snapped Elsa out of her trance and quickly handed her backpack, suitcase, and a trunk all filled with whatever she planned on needing or wanting. The taxi driver nodded and quickly left, not expecting a tip for his services, leaving Elsa alone to face the world. "No going back..." She whispered to nobody in particular as she gripped the handles to her wheeled luggage containers tightly. Another deep breath and Elsa made way to the entrance and by extension the mass of people all in conversation. As Elsa approached, her posture was stiff but very noble. Her chin ever so slightly titled upwards to give onlookers the impression that she was just as cold hearted as she appeared. Speaking of which, her outfit was a bit unplanned as her cashmere sweater began form crystalized ice around the sleeves and collar so she quickly threw a plan blue hoodie that was several sizes larger than Elsa. A tactical move to cover her hands to prevent any unintentionally freezing. Thankfully her pants, slightly rolled up, and flats hadn't begun to freeze yet. The first thing Elsa stumbled into was some sort of magic trick being performed. Who still did magic? Elsa thought to herself as she had believed that tings like that were a bit childish according to her research through various televised programs. But a quick study showed that the would be magician was only trying to aggravate a tall fellow. Elsa kept her distance as she navigated around the gathered group and hung close to the front door to make a hasty escape if things turned ugly but she had to see this through. It would be nice to know who to avoid through this whole ordeal.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at the beastly man whose roar captured everyone's attention, he watched for a few moments as Beast began to regret his actions and saw how differently people here seemed to be. Kovu was most taken aback by Belle and Kyrin's actions, they were being so kind and friendly to someone who had acted so angrily and tried to push everyone away. His eyes lingered on Belle as he thought 'maybe this place will be different'. Kovu abruptly turned away not wanting to stare at the scene and cause Beast to act like he had again. More students kept arriving but Kovu didn't see anyone he could befriend....although he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Usually the outsiders stuck together but here it felt like it wouldn't be like that and it scared him. Kovu turned to look at the girl whose voice echoed behind him. A map!? he panicked, we're supposed to have maps. Kovu couldn't remember recieving one...unless he did and packed it somewhere in one of his bags; he hoped</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham In the meantime, Graham still was unable to remove Cedric from the tree. Cedric seemed to be holding onto a branch for dear life. Cedric! This is highly irregular of you! You must come down this instant! I understand your fear of the beast, but now you won't come down even if we're simply going into the academy. Graham stopped shaking and began pondering to himself. This wouldn't be about your attending the academy with me would it Cedric? OOooh! Yes Graham! I really do prefer to stay at home rather than join you on any of terrifying quests! Terrifying?! I don't believe any of them would be that forbidding for a brave Owl like you. We've been swallowed by whales, entered haunted forests, defeated the yeti. That is exactly what I'm most afraid of! Besides, I've already gone through the scariest of them all! Academia! I faced my four monthes and the magical academy for owls! I don't see my reason for attending this one! Four Monthes? An Owl's life is shorter than a human's therefore our time in academia is much more shorter than yours. Graham sighed, he'd love to meet the locals, but he desperately needed Cedric to accompany him and join him on yet another mystical adventure. With no other choice, Graham took out his backpack and slashed the branch Cedric to holding onto off. OH NOOOOOO! Cedric cried and tried to fly away, finding another tree to hide in. Graham looked down at the branch. The branch wasn't entirely cut off, it was light and only half the size of a normal branch. He fit the branch into his pocket. You never know when you may need a branch. Now then, where's Cedric? Cedric was flying in circles, Graham laughed and started to make chase. Cedric then took off in a random direction, towards the beast. EEEEEEEK! Cedric did a complete 180 and started flying the other way, making sure not to come in grabbing distance of the beast. Graham was startled and ended up bumping into the beast, quickly scrambling to his feet. Cedric! He turns to the beast. Once again I am terribly sorry. My owl friend has trouble making friends, perhaps we can chat when everything's cooled down. Graham started chasing after Cedric, only to see him scream at Graham pursuing and running head first into some young thin girl. (AKA Elsa) Oh dear. Graham ran over and finally seized Cedric and placed him down on the ground. He then tended to the girl. I am terribly sorry Ma'am, Cedric doesn't usually act like this. I hope you are unharmed. My name is Graham, of Daventry.</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague: Elsa Muriel Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit. They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter. "Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..." "Do you know any sort-" "-of loopholes or somethin'?"</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast listened to the old woman, glad that things were moving along and he could get out of this crowd. He did admit that the woman 'poofing' shocked him, but not because of the magic. Hell, he spent the last few years with a tea pot as a head maid. Beast let out a long sigh, a tired look in his eyes. Entering the building, it did not take him long to locate his room as his things were sitting out in the hallway blocking the path of several students. Sighing once again, he mentally cursed the driver for being lazy and glanced at the door. Adam Kovu ... ... Did they have to use his real name? Another sigh, this time with a hint of a groan behind it. He picked up one of his many bags and pushed the door open, apologizing gruffly to the other males in the hallway. It was a rather plainly designed room, just the basics as far as he could tell. That would soon change. He decided to take the room/bed nearest the window and began placing his things about the room and out of the hallway. He hung up paintings, changed the drapes, put down a rather elegant looking rug in the middle of the space, and on his desk he placed a small glass case. Inside was a single rose, glowing rather vibrantly. Where the hell was he supposed to put it? He wanted to hide it but... Sighing, he picked it up once again and walked over to his closet. He lifted the fragile thing and placed it delicately on the top shelf of his closet and pushed it to the back corner, out of the way. In this corner, he placed other such nick-nacks, old books, old photos of himself, a ribbon from his mother. Where and who was his roommate anyway? He didn't remember anyone introducing themselves as Kovu... He hoped to god it wasn't that slick haired boy from before with the magic tricks. Anyone but him. Beast sighed, looking at the bags of things on the floor before his bed when his mind returned to the plaque outside. He eyed the door before a small smile grew on his lips. Sifting through his bag, he located one of his sharper knives and walked outside and began the process of cutting his name out of the metal.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Gretel laughed out loud when she managed to surprise her roommate. She held out her hand and shook Belle's. "Yep. Gretel Thomas, nice to meet ya," she introduced herself cheerfully. She suddenly went to her bed and threw her stuff on it lazily before plopping on the bed herself. "Ah, a soft warm bed..." She muttered thankfully, and then faced Belle. "Hey, wanna help me unpack my stuff?" She offered. "It's not much, but I'll help unpack yours, too. Deal?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn't what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. "Sir? We're here." The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that's what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. Not a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible 'workshop', Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn't too late. It totally wasn't his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn't his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, and keep tinkering with the wire and bells.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually scared Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. Oh how I love magic.... He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - feel it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. Why couldn't I have a room alone... He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy Percy looked up quickly at the appearance of another male in his room, if he were to assume it was Rylan, the other name on the door. He stood up from his bed, about to open his mouth to talk and introduce himself, only to stop once he started talking. So he was correct, that it was his roommate. His eyebrow rose slightly at the feeling that was given off, slightly hostile and standoffish. Once his new room mate finished talking, an easy smile formed on his face. He was used to this type of person, and dealt with it a lot. He said calmly, a slight lift to his voice, showing his upbeat attitude," We should have no problem then, eh? As long as the same applies to me, dude. That your stuff, this is mine. The name's Percy by the way." He took his hat off, running his hand through his hair, before one more thing came to mind. "Oh, also, you're not allergic to cats are you?" His right eyebrow was raised higher then the left, accompanying his question, securing his hat back on his head. He rested his left hand down on the pommel of his sword as he waited for the reply, his body posture relaxed, showing no threat at all.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Finding the dorms, Konrad worked his way long the corridor skirting round anyone else and searching for his room, glancing at the doors he noticed that every room had two people's names on the plaques on the doors, but when he finally found his name right at the end it was on it's own, no other name. Which meant, no roommate. Konrad wasn't sure whether to be pleased or sad. He settled for pleased, plenty of time to be sad later. And any way they hadn't used his real name, but rather his alias of Konrad Tinker. Pushing his way into the room he found it was set up for two, smallish and plain, with simple, practical, furniture. Flinging his bags on a bed, Konrad pulled at his 'workshop' and expanded it a size, making it possible to access some of his more basic tools. Grabbing a pair of pliers he plopped onto the bed and started tying in loose ends of wire, weaving the anklet together. Snatching a thread from his shirt Konrad wove that in as well, brilliant blue mixing with the copper and gold. Thinking of that, time to change. His mother had made him dress in 'fine clothes fit for a prince' but to Konrad they were just unnecessarily bright and gaudy, almost announcing what he was. Riffling through one of his bags he pulled out his usual worn dark tee-shirt and three quarter pants. Closing his door he discarded the royal blue tasseled something-or-other-else his mother had decided on and pulled on the comfortable normal clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at Beast as he walked by him and into his new room, pushing the door closed behind him. He stared around at his the room...it was different than he thought it would be. It was actually nice, there were paintings on the wall, the drapes look good and an elegant rug on the floor. It must be this Adam guy Kovu thought staring at the rug, he probably comes from a rich family. Kovu saw that one bed was already taken and placed his bag on the other bed and dropped his backpack on the floor beside it. "I guess Adam must already be here," Kovu pondered quietly to himself wishing that he had stayed to say hello. "Let me in", Kovu heard from the other side of the door, it sounded like that beastly guy who was outside. Kovu was annoyed, he walked over to the door and yelled back, "Just go away, leave us alone and go back to your own room. Stop bothering Adam and most importantly stop bothering me...he's not here anyway so go find someone else to bully." Kovu stomped back to his bed and sat down on the edge.</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast's eye twitched with annoyance. "Let me in." He repeated now in a much more monotone voice. This guy thought he was bullying Adam? A funny thought. The Beast bullying himself. It was enough to make the rough looking man chuckle, a light smile splayed on his sharp features, annoyance replaced with bemusement. Still smiling, he banged on the door. "You're a real comedian, Kovu. I've never thought about bullying myself." He chuckled again, shaking his head with his hand still held to the door. It was true, though. He'd bully himself before he'd ever bully anyone else. Yet another prime example of people thinking the worst of him. Still, he couldn't fault them with it. He did look like a beast, a nasty individual who seemed to only live for blood and violence. Maybe he should just succumb to that. It wasn't like he'd ever find his true love here... It wasn't like anyone would be able to see past the bully to the boy underneath. Still, instead of cursing the witch, he'd come to thank her for her curse on him. Though it meant a life of solitude for himself, it also let him see the true colors of those around him. He told him who to trust and who not to trust, which... was probably everyone.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair (NPC) Grandmother Fey She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin Chester Before Red could answer Kyrin's question Godmother Fey's voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey's voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. "Hi." Kyrin said cheerfully, "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester "Kitty. Kiy. Chester, come on" Alice's voice penetrated under the bed where Kyrin was hiding, wide eyes glowing in the weak light. "Won't." Kyrin whispered, tail lashing madly, "Won't, won't, won't" "Kyrin Chester! You will come out from under that bed this instant!" A Tomcat, ginger and white in colour, with strange blue eyes, crawled out from under the bed, whimpering in protest as Alice, a girl with long golden locks and pale skin, swept him off the floor and into her arms. "Alright, I've set some clothes out on the bed, so change and I'll send you on your way." Alice plopped Kyrin on the bed and wandered out the room. Shifting back to human form, Kyrin pulled on the cargo pants, stripy top and plain grey hoodie, tucking her dog tag down the front, and readjusting her red collar, before slipping out the door. Trotting silently down the corridor, Kyrin had nearly made it to the front door when she was intercepted by Alice, swept into a hug and kissed multiple times on the head. Tugging herself free, Kyrin grinned at Alice, "I'll be fine." Having ditched all her nerves from earlier with her cat skin. Flicking up her hood and pushing open the door, Kyrin stepped out onto the gravel path and looked up and down the quiet road. "Ummm…… where exactly is this school?" Alice grinned, much like Kyrin normally did, "You didn't think I was going to let go of you that easily, did you? Come on." Alice disappeared into the garage, and came back with a shiny red motorbike. "Mother said I had to take you, so hop on yeah?" She swung herself onto the motorbike and Kyrin followed suit, Grinning even more profoundly than before. The ride was long but not bad, and Kyrin love every second of it. They came to a screeching stop, the back wheel spinning out and round, flashy and dangerous, just as Alice liked it. Kyrin leapt off the motorbike, waving goodbye to Alice before heading up towards the rather grand looking school. Noticing a group forming Kiy headed that way, carefully wrapping her tail round her waist so it looked less like a tail and more like a fancy belt. I felt weird and wrong, but she wasn't yet willing to let others see her ears or tail, force of habit mostly. At least, she thought, she wasn't the only one who seemed to feel weird, if the long haired boy she was following was any indication. Slinking up next to him she grinned, "Hi. Weird place this, hey?"</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham "WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Suddenly next to the beast fell a backpack, a blue hat with a red feather in it, and then suddenly WHAM! Graham, A large buff 18 year senior dropped right next to him on the patch of grass! His attire was a usual red t-shirt that was stretched across him chest, brown pants and large boots. He was incredibly dazed by the large fall he just experienced. He eventually came to his senses and picked up his hat. He gathered his belongings and stood up. Cedric, his trusty owl, slowly floated down till he was level with Graham's Head. Oh sorry Graham! Cedric started. But I thought there would be magic dust to get to the academy safely! Nevermind Cedric, Graham calmly and kindly said to Cedric. We are here, and alive and that's all that matters. Look! We've already come in contact with some the locals! Graham extends a hand to the beast. Good day to you kind sir! My name is Graham of Daventry. Sorry about the fall there, me and my friend Cedric.....Cedric? Cedric was hidden in a tree. Oooh! Sorry Graham! But that beast looks hideous, and I think I look like a great snack to him! Come on Cedric! Would you excuse me a moment? Graham stomped toward the tree and began shaking it to get Cedric out.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu walked along side the road carrying a backpack on his shoulders and another bag in his hand. He sighed as he continued to trudge along, his left hand beginning to ache from carrying his bag for so long. Kovu left his house earlier than he had told his family, they had known he had been accepted to this academy but had been attempting to stop him from going. The early start today was to make sure he did not have to hear his mother telling him that he was abandoning his family and turning his back on them when they truly needed him. Kovu felt guilty and had wanted to decline his plce many times since he was accepted, even now that we was almost there he wanted to turn back. Through the trees Kovu could see the top of the building, the red roof that began to entice him and made him forget all about his mother's words. "There it is," He whispered to himself as he began to walk faster, soon the windows were in his view and finally the whole building was right there, including his soon to be fellow students standing infront of the main stairs. Kovu walked to where all the other students were standing, a tall beast was in front of him so he found a spot where he could see the elderly lady that everyone was facing. He dropped his bag beside his legs and casually looked around at the crowd beginning to form.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride. The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would. As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile. I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem! "What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet... Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway. Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?" More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride. The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would. As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile. I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem! "What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet... Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway. Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?" More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter turns to the young twins and grins. "Hey you two! Nice to meet you." He cringes when they begin to finish each others' sentences. "Uh, do you guys do that all the time? Because that will get slightly annoying." Peter looks toward the elderly lady, who has yet to say anything yet. He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. "My name is Peter. Peter Pan. What grade are you guys in?" He rubs the back of his neck self consciously. A lot of people made fun of his last name a lot because it wasn't a common name. But these young ones didn't seem like that. He looks over at the outburst of the very large looking guy next to a few people. Hopefully this guys doesn't go crazy... Belle Belle looks up from having a nose in a book and sees Beast cringing away from everyone and looking nervous and scared. She shuts her book quickly and jumps to her feet, hurrying over to him. "Hey, it's okay!" she says, holding up her hands to calm him down. She looks at the others as they try to become his friend and calm him down as well. Belle looks at him. He reminds her of a little lost puppy dog who is afraid of everything. She looks back at Kyrin and Graham. "You guys might want to back up a little bit, just in case." She smiles softly and walks toward him calmly, keeping her hands up at a non-threatening angle. Her glasses slide down her nose slightly and she carefully pushes them back up her nose. "It's okay. You're among friends." She keeps the smile on her face. "My name is Belle Sinclair. You will not be hurt here. What is your name?" She waits patiently for him to answer her. He looks like a big softie, minus the fact that he has a voice like a lion...</s> <\|message\|>Red S. May Red sighed as her best up car bumbled down the street. With each inch the car shook, squeaked, and moaned, making all kinds of noises a car shouldn't be making. She gripped the wheel, knuckles white, still terrified of driving. Crowding up the backseat was all she could ever need. Old CDs, half-eaten bags of potato chips, a couple of books, her backpack full of her supplies, and a medical kit. The entire car was a wreck. She hadn't cleaned it in awhile, and various dents and scratches had been embedded into the sides from her previous accidents. As she reached the school, her blue eyes stared up at it in confusion. "Is this the place?" she gawked, glancing at her hand-drawn map. "Wow, it's freakin' huge!" As she got closer she realized how much it seemed like a castle. How very unfitting for poor little Red. She stopped in front of the school, assuming it was okay to park, and got out of the car, cringing at the squeaky sound her door made. Wearing a black T-shirt, dark jean shorts, leggings, and her lucky red coat, Red was ready to make an entrance. She noticed the group of other students standing in front of the building. They were all so different from eachother. Too bad her notebook was lodged between all her other supplies, so she couldn't make some quick notes. "Yo!" Red called out, waving her arm around in a frenzy. "I just want to know if anyone's got a map of this place. I lose mine--" in that pile of trash in the back of her car "--and I'm positive I'll get lost in this castle here," she joked, gesturing towards the school. With a big smile, her eyes glitered expectantly.</s> <\|message\|>Muriel Murphy Muriel \| M&M Muriel groaned as she sat in the backseat of her father's vehicle, chin in the palm of her hand, eyes staring blankly out of the window. She made unfortunate noises as her father looked in the rear view mirror at her. "Look, I know that this is hard for you but this school has accepted you for whatever reason and you are going." He beckoned towards her as she rolled her eyes. She was relatively quiet for most of the ride then she seen the school up ahead. As the car came to a halt, she sat back in her seat with her arms folded over her chest, her breath huffing through her nose. She pouted but her father didn't care as he got out of his seat and opened up her door. "Come on, Muriel, I'd hate to embarrass you on your first day." With those words said, Muriel slithered her way out of the vehicle then went to the very back to grab her luggage. She saw some kids that were younger than her and some that looked around her age. Her lip quirked to the side as her father got back into the vehicle but rolled down his window and shouted. "Love you, honey! Be safe!" He honked his horn then drove off as she stood there, waving her hand. As soon as her father faded away, she pulled out her cell phone and called Felix. "Come and get me. I'm at this boarding school." She exaggerated as Felix tried to calm her down. "I will not calm down. He sent me to a boarding school!" She screamed at the last few words then looked around her. "You know, I might be overreacting, a little bit. I guess I'll have to give it a shot." A soft sigh escaped over her parted lips as she hanged up her cell phone and mustered up the strength and walked up the few steps in front of the school. Muriel pushed the door opened and wheeled in her two luggage bags as her eyes scanned her surroundings. She paid little attention to the people around her, not intentionally though, she just wanted to see where her room was going to be. With the shrug of her shoulders, she hummed a random tune to herself and wheeled around with her luggage.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin's ears dropped beneath her hood, vaguely visible. She slunk away, rather like a kicked cat. Fading slowly as embarrassment caught up to her. Moving carefully and silently she weaved her way between other students, trying not to stand on anyone's toes, by this time there was nothing of her that could be seen, nothing but a faint impression of her eyes, gone before you could register you had seen them. Passing by girls, boys, and what appeared to be a pair of twins, Kiy slumped down against a wall, slowly fading back into view. "Why, did I leave?" she muttered to herself, "Alice was nice, I understood Alice, mostly, but here is weird, I don't like it here. Alice please." Her tail slipped free and started lashing softly by her side, showing her agitation. Her hands, had she looked at them were shrinking, gold-ginger fur growing on the backs. She was losing control of her form, it happened occasionally when she was scared or agitated, and today she was a little of both. I wasn't really the incident earlier, rather it was the coming somewhere new, with so many new people, and the feeling was only just catching up to her now.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at the beastly man whose roar captured everyone's attention, he watched for a few moments as Beast began to regret his actions and saw how differently people here seemed to be. Kovu was most taken aback by Belle and Kyrin's actions, they were being so kind and friendly to someone who had acted so angrily and tried to push everyone away. His eyes lingered on Belle as he thought 'maybe this place will be different'. Kovu abruptly turned away not wanting to stare at the scene and cause Beast to act like he had again. More students kept arriving but Kovu didn't see anyone he could befriend....although he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Usually the outsiders stuck together but here it felt like it wouldn't be like that and it scared him. Kovu turned to look at the girl whose voice echoed behind him. A map!? he panicked, we're supposed to have maps. Kovu couldn't remember recieving one...unless he did and packed it somewhere in one of his bags; he hoped</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham In the meantime, Graham still was unable to remove Cedric from the tree. Cedric seemed to be holding onto a branch for dear life. Cedric! This is highly irregular of you! You must come down this instant! I understand your fear of the beast, but now you won't come down even if we're simply going into the academy. Graham stopped shaking and began pondering to himself. This wouldn't be about your attending the academy with me would it Cedric? OOooh! Yes Graham! I really do prefer to stay at home rather than join you on any of terrifying quests! Terrifying?! I don't believe any of them would be that forbidding for a brave Owl like you. We've been swallowed by whales, entered haunted forests, defeated the yeti. That is exactly what I'm most afraid of! Besides, I've already gone through the scariest of them all! Academia! I faced my four monthes and the magical academy for owls! I don't see my reason for attending this one! Four Monthes? An Owl's life is shorter than a human's therefore our time in academia is much more shorter than yours. Graham sighed, he'd love to meet the locals, but he desperately needed Cedric to accompany him and join him on yet another mystical adventure. With no other choice, Graham took out his backpack and slashed the branch Cedric to holding onto off. OH NOOOOOO! Cedric cried and tried to fly away, finding another tree to hide in. Graham looked down at the branch. The branch wasn't entirely cut off, it was light and only half the size of a normal branch. He fit the branch into his pocket. You never know when you may need a branch. Now then, where's Cedric? Cedric was flying in circles, Graham laughed and started to make chase. Cedric then took off in a random direction, towards the beast. EEEEEEEK! Cedric did a complete 180 and started flying the other way, making sure not to come in grabbing distance of the beast. Graham was startled and ended up bumping into the beast, quickly scrambling to his feet. Cedric! He turns to the beast. Once again I am terribly sorry. My owl friend has trouble making friends, perhaps we can chat when everything's cooled down. Graham started chasing after Cedric, only to see him scream at Graham pursuing and running head first into some young thin girl. (AKA Elsa) Oh dear. Graham ran over and finally seized Cedric and placed him down on the ground. He then tended to the girl. I am terribly sorry Ma'am, Cedric doesn't usually act like this. I hope you are unharmed. My name is Graham, of Daventry.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair (NPC) Grandmother Fey She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin Chester Before Red could answer Kyrin's question Godmother Fey's voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey's voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. "Hi." Kyrin said cheerfully, "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin grinned happily, there was another cat who could talk! "Oh yes, yes I can, well, technically I should say no, I am a cat, that can turn into a humanoid, therefore the ears and tail which I cannot get rid of, but that's okay." She smiled, arching her back slightly and sifting back, shrinking, her clothes and collar dissolving into her growing ginger and white fur. But also as she changed so did her feelings, suddenly she found herself wanting to be hostile to the other cat, desiring a fight. His whiskers twitching he backed up a step, just enough that the other cat's sent wasn't overpowering him. "I'm guessing that you, also, can turn into a human, or humanoid form?" Kyrin half-growled half-purred, still speaking normally, his fur standing on end. For the most part his human side was still in control, keeping him from trying to tear the other cat to ribbons, but that might not last.</s>
<\|description\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague: Elsa Muriel Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit. They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter. "Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..." "Do you know any sort-" "-of loopholes or somethin'?"</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast listened to the old woman, glad that things were moving along and he could get out of this crowd. He did admit that the woman 'poofing' shocked him, but not because of the magic. Hell, he spent the last few years with a tea pot as a head maid. Beast let out a long sigh, a tired look in his eyes. Entering the building, it did not take him long to locate his room as his things were sitting out in the hallway blocking the path of several students. Sighing once again, he mentally cursed the driver for being lazy and glanced at the door. Adam Kovu ... ... Did they have to use his real name? Another sigh, this time with a hint of a groan behind it. He picked up one of his many bags and pushed the door open, apologizing gruffly to the other males in the hallway. It was a rather plainly designed room, just the basics as far as he could tell. That would soon change. He decided to take the room/bed nearest the window and began placing his things about the room and out of the hallway. He hung up paintings, changed the drapes, put down a rather elegant looking rug in the middle of the space, and on his desk he placed a small glass case. Inside was a single rose, glowing rather vibrantly. Where the hell was he supposed to put it? He wanted to hide it but... Sighing, he picked it up once again and walked over to his closet. He lifted the fragile thing and placed it delicately on the top shelf of his closet and pushed it to the back corner, out of the way. In this corner, he placed other such nick-nacks, old books, old photos of himself, a ribbon from his mother. Where and who was his roommate anyway? He didn't remember anyone introducing themselves as Kovu... He hoped to god it wasn't that slick haired boy from before with the magic tricks. Anyone but him. Beast sighed, looking at the bags of things on the floor before his bed when his mind returned to the plaque outside. He eyed the door before a small smile grew on his lips. Sifting through his bag, he located one of his sharper knives and walked outside and began the process of cutting his name out of the metal.</s>	<\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu, like everyone else, was taken aback by the elderly woman disappearing in the manner she did. It was magic, of course they would be shocked, although Kovu wondered if he should have been as surprised as he was considering what he could do...but that wasn't magic, it was... normal. It wasn't magic, it was just the way he was, just the way his family are, just the way his old town was... Kovu picked up his bag and walked into the academy, he looked around staring at the intricate architectural details of the interior with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth but stopped and composed himself when a white haired girl walked past him. It was then that Kovu realised he was about to walk to the female dormitory and turned to see the other males and followed them. Walking down the corridor, Kovu's head moved from left to right as he scanned each door trying to find his name. Kovu stopped a few feet away from the beastly man he had seen outside, on the door was the names 'Adam Kovu'. Kovu stared at the top name Adam...sounds....normal. Wait! What's he doing?! "Hey!" Kovu exclaimed, "I don't care what you're doing, but I wanna get into my room," He said bluntly gesturing to the door with a gentle flick of his head. As he waited for Beast to move he wondered whether he should be concerned that this beastly man was trying to scratch his roommate's name off. After all this Adam person was going to be living with him and he would need to find his room. What did this Adam even do to him, it's the first day he's already made an enemy...what if Adam is the guy who did the magic tricks outside</s>
<\|description\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham Meanwhile, Cedric was flying through the halls with Graham following. The walls as usual were covered with various posters and pictures made to make new guests feel at home. Some such posters were not held done correctly with the right amount of adhesive, Graham took advantage of this and began sticking some posters and condoms into his bag. Always need to be safe! Graham exclaimed. Cedric stopped at one of the doors with an owl on it. OOHH! Graham! I think this is supposed to be our room! Let's go inside! Cedric you could never be more right. Graham took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, heading inside the room. The room was the same as any of the other rooms, except maybe a foot longer to accommodate for an extra person being added. (That extra person of course being Cedric. There was a large bird cage in the corner of the room. Cedric scoffed at the sight of it. OOOOH! A Birdcage! How Disgraceful! Now Cedric, I truly think the academy was kind in supplying a bed for you. Graham opened his sack and began placing his belongings all over the room. (Not counting the items he's already collected along the way). I'm not sleeping in there! I get claustrophobic and have several nightmares! OOOOH! I'd rather sleep outside. Suit yourself. Graham stated, he opened the window and Cedric flew out. However, you never know when a birdcage may come in handy. Graham unscrewed the birdcage from it's stand and placed it inside his bag.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Gretel laughed out loud when she managed to surprise her roommate. She held out her hand and shook Belle's. "Yep. Gretel Thomas, nice to meet ya," she introduced herself cheerfully. She suddenly went to her bed and threw her stuff on it lazily before plopping on the bed herself. "Ah, a soft warm bed..." She muttered thankfully, and then faced Belle. "Hey, wanna help me unpack my stuff?" She offered. "It's not much, but I'll help unpack yours, too. Deal?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn't what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. "Sir? We're here." The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that's what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. Not a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible 'workshop', Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn't too late. It totally wasn't his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn't his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, and keep tinkering with the wire and bells.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually scared Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. Oh how I love magic.... He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - feel it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. Why couldn't I have a room alone... He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy Percy looked up quickly at the appearance of another male in his room, if he were to assume it was Rylan, the other name on the door. He stood up from his bed, about to open his mouth to talk and introduce himself, only to stop once he started talking. So he was correct, that it was his roommate. His eyebrow rose slightly at the feeling that was given off, slightly hostile and standoffish. Once his new room mate finished talking, an easy smile formed on his face. He was used to this type of person, and dealt with it a lot. He said calmly, a slight lift to his voice, showing his upbeat attitude," We should have no problem then, eh? As long as the same applies to me, dude. That your stuff, this is mine. The name's Percy by the way." He took his hat off, running his hand through his hair, before one more thing came to mind. "Oh, also, you're not allergic to cats are you?" His right eyebrow was raised higher then the left, accompanying his question, securing his hat back on his head. He rested his left hand down on the pommel of his sword as he waited for the reply, his body posture relaxed, showing no threat at all.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Finding the dorms, Konrad worked his way long the corridor skirting round anyone else and searching for his room, glancing at the doors he noticed that every room had two people's names on the plaques on the doors, but when he finally found his name right at the end it was on it's own, no other name. Which meant, no roommate. Konrad wasn't sure whether to be pleased or sad. He settled for pleased, plenty of time to be sad later. And any way they hadn't used his real name, but rather his alias of Konrad Tinker. Pushing his way into the room he found it was set up for two, smallish and plain, with simple, practical, furniture. Flinging his bags on a bed, Konrad pulled at his 'workshop' and expanded it a size, making it possible to access some of his more basic tools. Grabbing a pair of pliers he plopped onto the bed and started tying in loose ends of wire, weaving the anklet together. Snatching a thread from his shirt Konrad wove that in as well, brilliant blue mixing with the copper and gold. Thinking of that, time to change. His mother had made him dress in 'fine clothes fit for a prince' but to Konrad they were just unnecessarily bright and gaudy, almost announcing what he was. Riffling through one of his bags he pulled out his usual worn dark tee-shirt and three quarter pants. Closing his door he discarded the royal blue tasseled something-or-other-else his mother had decided on and pulled on the comfortable normal clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.</s>	<\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at Beast as he walked by him and into his new room, pushing the door closed behind him. He stared around at his the room...it was different than he thought it would be. It was actually nice, there were paintings on the wall, the drapes look good and an elegant rug on the floor. It must be this Adam guy Kovu thought staring at the rug, he probably comes from a rich family. Kovu saw that one bed was already taken and placed his bag on the other bed and dropped his backpack on the floor beside it. "I guess Adam must already be here," Kovu pondered quietly to himself wishing that he had stayed to say hello. "Let me in", Kovu heard from the other side of the door, it sounded like that beastly guy who was outside. Kovu was annoyed, he walked over to the door and yelled back, "Just go away, leave us alone and go back to your own room. Stop bothering Adam and most importantly stop bothering me...he's not here anyway so go find someone else to bully." Kovu stomped back to his bed and sat down on the edge.</s>
<\|description\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin grinned happily, there was another cat who could talk! "Oh yes, yes I can, well, technically I should say no, I am a cat, that can turn into a humanoid, therefore the ears and tail which I cannot get rid of, but that's okay." She smiled, arching her back slightly and sifting back, shrinking, her clothes and collar dissolving into her growing ginger and white fur. But also as she changed so did her feelings, suddenly she found herself wanting to be hostile to the other cat, desiring a fight. His whiskers twitching he backed up a step, just enough that the other cat's sent wasn't overpowering him. "I'm guessing that you, also, can turn into a human, or humanoid form?" Kyrin half-growled half-purred, still speaking normally, his fur standing on end. For the most part his human side was still in control, keeping him from trying to tear the other cat to ribbons, but that might not last.</s>	<\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu looked at his roommate with bewilderment at his sudden change in attitude. "No idea", Kovu finally said after a few moments of staring at Beast. "This place is huge, I was just going to wander around and hope I find it," Kovu said rubbing the back of his head. Kovu had no idea if Beast was playing some sort of game or attempting to do something to him but Kovu decided to follow his lead and drop his anger and bitterness...for now. His father had always said to him to never trust anyone, not even those you are close to, they will stab you in the back to get what they want, so you need to make sure you get what you want after they think they've won. He never understood the last part of that but he got the jist of it. Kovu walked towards the door, opening it he was about to step outside his room but was stopped by an aromatic smell, he took in a deep breath and his nose twitched at its magnificent scent. Food.</s>
<\|description\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Age: 17 Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: His fedora is secretly magic, and he can use it to travel to other places. He is naturally skilled in swordplay Personality: Reserved, and rather quiet. Hatter tends to keep to himself, but when he speaks to people, it is often in very untraditional speak. He has been known to randomly spurt things in the middle of his conversation. He always wears brown fedora on his head, and will lash out at anyone who tries to take it off his head. He also has a very pronounced stutter, and becomes very angry when it messes him up. History: Hatter grew up in an orphanage, where the other kids teased him for his speech problems. He became very reclusive as he got older, never opening to anyone, never having a girlfriend, and never making any acquaintances. The only person in the orphanage that cared for him was one of the "mothers", who pitied him and occasionally helped him out. Other: The Hatter has a strange obsession with Tea, Mice, and Pastries. Hatter also plays the banjo and the mandolin, and is a natural dancer. Hatter has an Irish accent Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at the beastly man whose roar captured everyone's attention, he watched for a few moments as Beast began to regret his actions and saw how differently people here seemed to be. Kovu was most taken aback by Belle and Kyrin's actions, they were being so kind and friendly to someone who had acted so angrily and tried to push everyone away. His eyes lingered on Belle as he thought 'maybe this place will be different'. Kovu abruptly turned away not wanting to stare at the scene and cause Beast to act like he had again. More students kept arriving but Kovu didn't see anyone he could befriend....although he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Usually the outsiders stuck together but here it felt like it wouldn't be like that and it scared him. Kovu turned to look at the girl whose voice echoed behind him. A map!? he panicked, we're supposed to have maps. Kovu couldn't remember recieving one...unless he did and packed it somewhere in one of his bags; he hoped</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham In the meantime, Graham still was unable to remove Cedric from the tree. Cedric seemed to be holding onto a branch for dear life. Cedric! This is highly irregular of you! You must come down this instant! I understand your fear of the beast, but now you won't come down even if we're simply going into the academy. Graham stopped shaking and began pondering to himself. This wouldn't be about your attending the academy with me would it Cedric? OOooh! Yes Graham! I really do prefer to stay at home rather than join you on any of terrifying quests! Terrifying?! I don't believe any of them would be that forbidding for a brave Owl like you. We've been swallowed by whales, entered haunted forests, defeated the yeti. That is exactly what I'm most afraid of! Besides, I've already gone through the scariest of them all! Academia! I faced my four monthes and the magical academy for owls! I don't see my reason for attending this one! Four Monthes? An Owl's life is shorter than a human's therefore our time in academia is much more shorter than yours. Graham sighed, he'd love to meet the locals, but he desperately needed Cedric to accompany him and join him on yet another mystical adventure. With no other choice, Graham took out his backpack and slashed the branch Cedric to holding onto off. OH NOOOOOO! Cedric cried and tried to fly away, finding another tree to hide in. Graham looked down at the branch. The branch wasn't entirely cut off, it was light and only half the size of a normal branch. He fit the branch into his pocket. You never know when you may need a branch. Now then, where's Cedric? Cedric was flying in circles, Graham laughed and started to make chase. Cedric then took off in a random direction, towards the beast. EEEEEEEK! Cedric did a complete 180 and started flying the other way, making sure not to come in grabbing distance of the beast. Graham was startled and ended up bumping into the beast, quickly scrambling to his feet. Cedric! He turns to the beast. Once again I am terribly sorry. My owl friend has trouble making friends, perhaps we can chat when everything's cooled down. Graham started chasing after Cedric, only to see him scream at Graham pursuing and running head first into some young thin girl. (AKA Elsa) Oh dear. Graham ran over and finally seized Cedric and placed him down on the ground. He then tended to the girl. I am terribly sorry Ma'am, Cedric doesn't usually act like this. I hope you are unharmed. My name is Graham, of Daventry.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s>	<\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s>
<\|description\|>Red S. May Age: 17 Story They Are From: Little Red Riding Hood Family: Grandma Red, and her mother and father. Crush/Partner: Null Abilities: Besides her ability to randomly shapeshift into her wolf form, of which she cannot control, Red's most helpful ability is her quick thinking. She can easily analyze a person to figure out if they are being dishonest, and she can feel when something bad is going to happen and when her body will start to shift. Other than that, she's pretty much an airhead. Personality: While she may seem like an introvert, Red is a pretty outgoing person. She doesn't have a lot of close friends, but she makes sure to get to know everyone that enters her life, even going as far as making little notes about them in her notebook. Some find her strange, which isn't a huge surprise to her. Nearly every word that leaves her mouth holds sarcastic undertones, and she's often a bit too playful during serious situations. Red enjoys listening to metal, painting, baking, and exploring. History: Red is a decendant from the actual Little Red Riding Hood, her grandmother, aka "Grandma Red". Little Red spent most of her childhood with her grandmother while her parents tried to work out their issues. As a result, she grew a strong attachment to the old woman. Once she had leveled up from "baby" to "big kid", she moved back home with her parents in the city. It wasn't long before her parents began to argue, and Red took it upon herself to move out of their house and into her car, where she's stayed for the past couple of months. Her shapeshifting has gotten her into sticky situations a number of times. She hasn't figured out a way to control it, so keeping to her lonesome seems to be the only option. Luckily, it does not occur often.</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham "WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Suddenly next to the beast fell a backpack, a blue hat with a red feather in it, and then suddenly WHAM! Graham, A large buff 18 year senior dropped right next to him on the patch of grass! His attire was a usual red t-shirt that was stretched across him chest, brown pants and large boots. He was incredibly dazed by the large fall he just experienced. He eventually came to his senses and picked up his hat. He gathered his belongings and stood up. Cedric, his trusty owl, slowly floated down till he was level with Graham's Head. Oh sorry Graham! Cedric started. But I thought there would be magic dust to get to the academy safely! Nevermind Cedric, Graham calmly and kindly said to Cedric. We are here, and alive and that's all that matters. Look! We've already come in contact with some the locals! Graham extends a hand to the beast. Good day to you kind sir! My name is Graham of Daventry. Sorry about the fall there, me and my friend Cedric.....Cedric? Cedric was hidden in a tree. Oooh! Sorry Graham! But that beast looks hideous, and I think I look like a great snack to him! Come on Cedric! Would you excuse me a moment? Graham stomped toward the tree and began shaking it to get Cedric out.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu walked along side the road carrying a backpack on his shoulders and another bag in his hand. He sighed as he continued to trudge along, his left hand beginning to ache from carrying his bag for so long. Kovu left his house earlier than he had told his family, they had known he had been accepted to this academy but had been attempting to stop him from going. The early start today was to make sure he did not have to hear his mother telling him that he was abandoning his family and turning his back on them when they truly needed him. Kovu felt guilty and had wanted to decline his plce many times since he was accepted, even now that we was almost there he wanted to turn back. Through the trees Kovu could see the top of the building, the red roof that began to entice him and made him forget all about his mother's words. "There it is," He whispered to himself as he began to walk faster, soon the windows were in his view and finally the whole building was right there, including his soon to be fellow students standing infront of the main stairs. Kovu walked to where all the other students were standing, a tall beast was in front of him so he found a spot where he could see the elderly lady that everyone was facing. He dropped his bag beside his legs and casually looked around at the crowd beginning to form.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride. The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would. As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile. I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem! "What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet... Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway. Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?" More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter turns to the young twins and grins. "Hey you two! Nice to meet you." He cringes when they begin to finish each others' sentences. "Uh, do you guys do that all the time? Because that will get slightly annoying." Peter looks toward the elderly lady, who has yet to say anything yet. He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. "My name is Peter. Peter Pan. What grade are you guys in?" He rubs the back of his neck self consciously. A lot of people made fun of his last name a lot because it wasn't a common name. But these young ones didn't seem like that. He looks over at the outburst of the very large looking guy next to a few people. Hopefully this guys doesn't go crazy... Belle Belle looks up from having a nose in a book and sees Beast cringing away from everyone and looking nervous and scared. She shuts her book quickly and jumps to her feet, hurrying over to him. "Hey, it's okay!" she says, holding up her hands to calm him down. She looks at the others as they try to become his friend and calm him down as well. Belle looks at him. He reminds her of a little lost puppy dog who is afraid of everything. She looks back at Kyrin and Graham. "You guys might want to back up a little bit, just in case." She smiles softly and walks toward him calmly, keeping her hands up at a non-threatening angle. Her glasses slide down her nose slightly and she carefully pushes them back up her nose. "It's okay. You're among friends." She keeps the smile on her face. "My name is Belle Sinclair. You will not be hurt here. What is your name?" She waits patiently for him to answer her. He looks like a big softie, minus the fact that he has a voice like a lion...</s>	<\|message\|>Red S. May Red sighed as her best up car bumbled down the street. With each inch the car shook, squeaked, and moaned, making all kinds of noises a car shouldn't be making. She gripped the wheel, knuckles white, still terrified of driving. Crowding up the backseat was all she could ever need. Old CDs, half-eaten bags of potato chips, a couple of books, her backpack full of her supplies, and a medical kit. The entire car was a wreck. She hadn't cleaned it in awhile, and various dents and scratches had been embedded into the sides from her previous accidents. As she reached the school, her blue eyes stared up at it in confusion. "Is this the place?" she gawked, glancing at her hand-drawn map. "Wow, it's freakin' huge!" As she got closer she realized how much it seemed like a castle. How very unfitting for poor little Red. She stopped in front of the school, assuming it was okay to park, and got out of the car, cringing at the squeaky sound her door made. Wearing a black T-shirt, dark jean shorts, leggings, and her lucky red coat, Red was ready to make an entrance. She noticed the group of other students standing in front of the building. They were all so different from eachother. Too bad her notebook was lodged between all her other supplies, so she couldn't make some quick notes. "Yo!" Red called out, waving her arm around in a frenzy. "I just want to know if anyone's got a map of this place. I lose mine--" in that pile of trash in the back of her car "--and I'm positive I'll get lost in this castle here," she joked, gesturing towards the school. With a big smile, her eyes glitered expectantly.</s>
<\|description\|>Red S. May Age: 17 Story They Are From: Little Red Riding Hood Family: Grandma Red, and her mother and father. Crush/Partner: Null Abilities: Besides her ability to randomly shapeshift into her wolf form, of which she cannot control, Red's most helpful ability is her quick thinking. She can easily analyze a person to figure out if they are being dishonest, and she can feel when something bad is going to happen and when her body will start to shift. Other than that, she's pretty much an airhead. Personality: While she may seem like an introvert, Red is a pretty outgoing person. She doesn't have a lot of close friends, but she makes sure to get to know everyone that enters her life, even going as far as making little notes about them in her notebook. Some find her strange, which isn't a huge surprise to her. Nearly every word that leaves her mouth holds sarcastic undertones, and she's often a bit too playful during serious situations. Red enjoys listening to metal, painting, baking, and exploring. History: Red is a decendant from the actual Little Red Riding Hood, her grandmother, aka "Grandma Red". Little Red spent most of her childhood with her grandmother while her parents tried to work out their issues. As a result, she grew a strong attachment to the old woman. Once she had leveled up from "baby" to "big kid", she moved back home with her parents in the city. It wasn't long before her parents began to argue, and Red took it upon herself to move out of their house and into her car, where she's stayed for the past couple of months. Her shapeshifting has gotten her into sticky situations a number of times. She hasn't figured out a way to control it, so keeping to her lonesome seems to be the only option. Luckily, it does not occur often.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit. They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter. "Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..." "Do you know any sort-" "-of loopholes or somethin'?"</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast listened to the old woman, glad that things were moving along and he could get out of this crowd. He did admit that the woman 'poofing' shocked him, but not because of the magic. Hell, he spent the last few years with a tea pot as a head maid. Beast let out a long sigh, a tired look in his eyes. Entering the building, it did not take him long to locate his room as his things were sitting out in the hallway blocking the path of several students. Sighing once again, he mentally cursed the driver for being lazy and glanced at the door. Adam Kovu ... ... Did they have to use his real name? Another sigh, this time with a hint of a groan behind it. He picked up one of his many bags and pushed the door open, apologizing gruffly to the other males in the hallway. It was a rather plainly designed room, just the basics as far as he could tell. That would soon change. He decided to take the room/bed nearest the window and began placing his things about the room and out of the hallway. He hung up paintings, changed the drapes, put down a rather elegant looking rug in the middle of the space, and on his desk he placed a small glass case. Inside was a single rose, glowing rather vibrantly. Where the hell was he supposed to put it? He wanted to hide it but... Sighing, he picked it up once again and walked over to his closet. He lifted the fragile thing and placed it delicately on the top shelf of his closet and pushed it to the back corner, out of the way. In this corner, he placed other such nick-nacks, old books, old photos of himself, a ribbon from his mother. Where and who was his roommate anyway? He didn't remember anyone introducing themselves as Kovu... He hoped to god it wasn't that slick haired boy from before with the magic tricks. Anyone but him. Beast sighed, looking at the bags of things on the floor before his bed when his mind returned to the plaque outside. He eyed the door before a small smile grew on his lips. Sifting through his bag, he located one of his sharper knives and walked outside and began the process of cutting his name out of the metal.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu, like everyone else, was taken aback by the elderly woman disappearing in the manner she did. It was magic, of course they would be shocked, although Kovu wondered if he should have been as surprised as he was considering what he could do...but that wasn't magic, it was... normal. It wasn't magic, it was just the way he was, just the way his family are, just the way his old town was... Kovu picked up his bag and walked into the academy, he looked around staring at the intricate architectural details of the interior with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth but stopped and composed himself when a white haired girl walked past him. It was then that Kovu realised he was about to walk to the female dormitory and turned to see the other males and followed them. Walking down the corridor, Kovu's head moved from left to right as he scanned each door trying to find his name. Kovu stopped a few feet away from the beastly man he had seen outside, on the door was the names 'Adam Kovu'. Kovu stared at the top name Adam...sounds....normal. Wait! What's he doing?! "Hey!" Kovu exclaimed, "I don't care what you're doing, but I wanna get into my room," He said bluntly gesturing to the door with a gentle flick of his head. As he waited for Beast to move he wondered whether he should be concerned that this beastly man was trying to scratch his roommate's name off. After all this Adam person was going to be living with him and he would need to find his room. What did this Adam even do to him, it's the first day he's already made an enemy...what if Adam is the guy who did the magic tricks outside</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter "Sorry, guys," he says quietly. "I've never been here before and she seemed pretty adamant that girls should not room with boys. I'm sure your roommates will be nice." He smiles at them before picking up his bag. "I'm going to find my room, but if you need me, you can always track me down. See you later!" He gives them a little wave before heading inside. He looks around toward the doorways and sees his name on a little plaque above the doorway. He pulls to a stop and looks up at it, seeing his roommate. PeterHatter What an unusual name Peter thought to himself as he sees the Hatter already inside their room. He feels super awkward suddenly as he walks in and sets his stuff down on his bed, opposite of the Hatter's. He sucks in his cheeks and looks around, not making eye contact, before he looks straight at him and says, "Uh. Hi?" Belle Belle walks down the hallway her eyes scanning the plaques of the girls' rooms. Her eyes finally see her name and she smiles. BelleGretel She had yet to meet this Gretel but she did hope that she was nice. She looks across the hallway to a room that was kitty corner to hers and saw Beast using a knife to scrape a name off one of the plaques. She could barely make out the name "Adam" that he was scraping off... Huh, that must be his real name. She stops looking immediately as his roommate comes over and yells at him and she walks inside her room, setting her things down. She walks over to her bed and she notices a strange book on it, right on her pillow. She tips her head to the side and picks up it, reading the cover. Tales from the Academy She narrows her eyes at the front of the book, not recognizing the title. She shrugs and flips it open, looking to read the first page... It's completely blank though. She sighs angrily and sets it down next to her bed before she plops down on the bed of her own and begins to flip through her other book, the one she had been reading earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Having followed the pretty dark-haired girl to the dorms, Kyrin looked up and down the hall scanning the metal plaques, looking for something that looked vaguely like her name, in the end she just looked at each meaningless word and discarded it if the first letter looked wrong. The first one she found that looked vaguely right had K…O…V…U. which was wrong, not to mention there seemed to already be two people at that room even it Beast wasn't actually in it; he was busy mutilating the door plaque, which had made it rather hard to understand the letters. Beast himself seemed calmer now and Kyrin realized that really she should apologize for earlier. "Ummm…" she murmured, "Uh, I'm sorry for my behavior earlier." She then wandered off, glad to have gotten that off her chest, tail swishing softly behind her. She had to walk up and down the corridor a few more times before she finally found it. Pausing she slowly, painstakingly spelt it out, "K…Y…R…I…N………C…H…E…S…T…E…R." And above it was, "R…E…D………S……M…A…Y" Really Kiy thought, I should get someone to read it to me.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas "Huh, she seems nice," Hansel commented as he studies Gretel's roommate when he decided to walk his sister to her dorm. Gretel agreed, before facing his brother. "C'mon, we're here now, go to your room," she chided him, reluctantly closing the door to his face. "Okay, okay. Ring me up when something happens!" Her overprotective brother reminded before the door shuts him up. "Got it!" Gretel turned around and faced the girl who seems absorbed into her book, a mischievous plan forming into her mind. She sneaks out quietly behind Belle, grinning playfully before she's just an inch behind Belle's head. And with a creepy and startling voice, she said loudly, "Yo, what're you reading?"</s>	<\|message\|>Red S. May Red frowned. Apparently no one here has a map, she thought, exhaling in defeat. Guess I'm doomed to being forever lost. She could see it now. Running down endless halls and corridors, climbing the same staircase up and down over and over, realizing she was running in circles the whole time. She'd never find her class. There was a ton of commotion, various people falling and bumping into eachother, chatting and a bit of awkward mumbling. It was so much to take in. No one looked quite like the folks at home. There was a chick with bright blond hair, almost so blond it was white, and a huge guy that couldn't be quite human. In addition to those was what looked like a bookworm, twins, and a redheaded beauty. Red tried to take mental photographs of the scene, but things were happening too quickly. Suddenly the old lady spoke. She must work here or something. The principal? She missed most of the speech, besides the dinner part. After the woman had spoken, bubbles burst from her, and Red strained to see what was going on over all the heads of the others, to no avail. By the time she could see, the old lady was gone. The homeless shapeshifter blinked in confusion. She hadn't imagined the lady, had she? She surely hadn't imagined hearing that dinner was in an hour. Everyone started filing into the building, and Red headed after. As she entered the building her breath stopped. Her new school was gorgeous, and--as she'd figured--totally capable of sucking her up into its abyss. The boys were separating from the girls. Red followed the girls to the girl's dormitory. She read the names of each door, feeling dread for the first time in awhile. What if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm weird. Oh wait, I am weird. I'm definitely not normal. But no one here is normal, either, right? What if she's weird like me? Am I dressed okay? Oh God, my outfit is horrid. She's so gonna-- Red's thoughts stopped as she came upon her dorm, and another girl standing in front of it. The girl was wearing her hood, as if it was cold. She was also dressed rather casually. The gray hoodie was a big contrast to Red's crimson coat. Her blue eyes met the other girl's cat-like ones. Silently, she glanced at the girl's name. "Kyrin Chester," she read with a nod. With a smile she held out her hand. "Yo, I'm Red."</s>
<\|description\|>Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s>	<\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague: Elsa Muriel Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.</s>
<\|description\|>Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham Meanwhile, Cedric was flying through the halls with Graham following. The walls as usual were covered with various posters and pictures made to make new guests feel at home. Some such posters were not held done correctly with the right amount of adhesive, Graham took advantage of this and began sticking some posters and condoms into his bag. Always need to be safe! Graham exclaimed. Cedric stopped at one of the doors with an owl on it. OOHH! Graham! I think this is supposed to be our room! Let's go inside! Cedric you could never be more right. Graham took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, heading inside the room. The room was the same as any of the other rooms, except maybe a foot longer to accommodate for an extra person being added. (That extra person of course being Cedric. There was a large bird cage in the corner of the room. Cedric scoffed at the sight of it. OOOOH! A Birdcage! How Disgraceful! Now Cedric, I truly think the academy was kind in supplying a bed for you. Graham opened his sack and began placing his belongings all over the room. (Not counting the items he's already collected along the way). I'm not sleeping in there! I get claustrophobic and have several nightmares! OOOOH! I'd rather sleep outside. Suit yourself. Graham stated, he opened the window and Cedric flew out. However, you never know when a birdcage may come in handy. Graham unscrewed the birdcage from it's stand and placed it inside his bag.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Gretel laughed out loud when she managed to surprise her roommate. She held out her hand and shook Belle's. "Yep. Gretel Thomas, nice to meet ya," she introduced herself cheerfully. She suddenly went to her bed and threw her stuff on it lazily before plopping on the bed herself. "Ah, a soft warm bed..." She muttered thankfully, and then faced Belle. "Hey, wanna help me unpack my stuff?" She offered. "It's not much, but I'll help unpack yours, too. Deal?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn't what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. "Sir? We're here." The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that's what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. Not a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible 'workshop', Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn't too late. It totally wasn't his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn't his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, and keep tinkering with the wire and bells.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually scared Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. Oh how I love magic.... He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - feel it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. Why couldn't I have a room alone... He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy Percy looked up quickly at the appearance of another male in his room, if he were to assume it was Rylan, the other name on the door. He stood up from his bed, about to open his mouth to talk and introduce himself, only to stop once he started talking. So he was correct, that it was his roommate. His eyebrow rose slightly at the feeling that was given off, slightly hostile and standoffish. Once his new room mate finished talking, an easy smile formed on his face. He was used to this type of person, and dealt with it a lot. He said calmly, a slight lift to his voice, showing his upbeat attitude," We should have no problem then, eh? As long as the same applies to me, dude. That your stuff, this is mine. The name's Percy by the way." He took his hat off, running his hand through his hair, before one more thing came to mind. "Oh, also, you're not allergic to cats are you?" His right eyebrow was raised higher then the left, accompanying his question, securing his hat back on his head. He rested his left hand down on the pommel of his sword as he waited for the reply, his body posture relaxed, showing no threat at all.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Finding the dorms, Konrad worked his way long the corridor skirting round anyone else and searching for his room, glancing at the doors he noticed that every room had two people's names on the plaques on the doors, but when he finally found his name right at the end it was on it's own, no other name. Which meant, no roommate. Konrad wasn't sure whether to be pleased or sad. He settled for pleased, plenty of time to be sad later. And any way they hadn't used his real name, but rather his alias of Konrad Tinker. Pushing his way into the room he found it was set up for two, smallish and plain, with simple, practical, furniture. Flinging his bags on a bed, Konrad pulled at his 'workshop' and expanded it a size, making it possible to access some of his more basic tools. Grabbing a pair of pliers he plopped onto the bed and started tying in loose ends of wire, weaving the anklet together. Snatching a thread from his shirt Konrad wove that in as well, brilliant blue mixing with the copper and gold. Thinking of that, time to change. His mother had made him dress in 'fine clothes fit for a prince' but to Konrad they were just unnecessarily bright and gaudy, almost announcing what he was. Riffling through one of his bags he pulled out his usual worn dark tee-shirt and three quarter pants. Closing his door he discarded the royal blue tasseled something-or-other-else his mother had decided on and pulled on the comfortable normal clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...</s>	<\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.</s>
<\|description\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) He has green eyes though, a bit darker skin tone. Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair (NPC) Grandmother Fey She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin Chester Before Red could answer Kyrin's question Godmother Fey's voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey's voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. "Hi." Kyrin said cheerfully, "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s>	<\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."</s>
<\|description\|>John Stark Age: 17 House: Stark Family: Mother: Lady Maege Stark, formerly Lady Maege Umber. She is a proud woman of about 48. She cares greatly about her family and would do anything to protect them. She believes that the greatest weapon one can wield is their words and she is skilled with hers. Father: The late Lord Brandon Stark. He was taken by fever two years ago, leaving John as the reigning lord of the North and of Winterfell. He was honorable and proud, never backing down. He served as the former king's Hand. Brothers:Open Sisters:Open Skills: John is skilled with a sword, having been raised by a noble family. Likewise, he is a good horseback rider and a somewhat skilled archer, though it is not his best skill and he would much rather use a sword. Other than that he is quite diplomatic, and is good at keeping peace between enemies, though that may not work in the upcoming war between Lions and Dragons. Weaknesses: John has been cursed with Stark honor. He refuses to go back on deals unless it is an absolute necessity. He won't fight an unarmed enemy and he can be somewhat naive about the workings of politics. Weapon: John wields the ancestral sword of House Stark, a Valyrian Steel sword called Ice. Title: Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and soon to be Hand of the King. Personality: John can best be described as a Stark. Because that is what he is. He's honorable, smart, and proud. He's kind to peasants and lords alike but he isn't afraid to stand his ground against the likes of the Lannisters, a House that he has no love for. Bio: John was born as the winter was slowly fading into summer. He was the first born child of Lady Maege and Lord Brandon and as such he was spoiled rotten. When he was eight years old his father accepted the position of Hand of the King for the then king, Jaehaerys Targaryen, and he went with him. He spent the next eight years in King's Landing, going back to Winterfell only occasionally. As such he became good friends with the now king, Daeron, and he considers him one of his closest allies. The two would often play together in the Red Keep, scaring his mother's handmaidens and spying on the small council meetings. When John's father fell ill they traveled back to Winterfell where his father died three months later, leaving him as the new Lord of House Stark. Since then he has been trying to make a name for himself as someone who respects his subjects but will fight for what he believes in. Other:John is the owner of a direwolf named Shiera, after one of Aegon IV's bastards, a woman who seduced many men and was considered a powerful sorceress. His mother gave him the idea after he stated he wanted to name the animal something powerful. She said that most women find power in words not in weapons, and then told him the story of Shiera Seastar. "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die." Name: Daeron Targaryen] Age: 17 House: Targaryen Family: Mother: His mother is Queen Olenna Targaryen, formerly Lady Olenna Tyrell. She is a courageous woman, not afraid to fight for her family in whatever manner possible. She is the same age as Lady Maege Stark and the two grew close while the Starks were in King's Landing. Father: Daeron's father was the late King Jaehaerys Targaryen, a man who was praised for his strong leadership. Jaehaerys died at the age of 49, when he fell ill and died in quick succession. He was a brave man, riding into battle fearlessly to defend not only his claims, but his men as well. Brothers:Open Sisters:Open Skills: Daeron is a skilled warrior, excelling at sword fighting and archery especially. He is also quite skilled at getting information, using his charm and the many resources at his command. Weaknesses: Daeron can't ride a horse. It's never been appealing to him. and he never learned the skill. He is also known for having a short fuse, and can snap very quickly, making him easily manipulated by his anger. Weapon: Daeron is known for utilizing a sword that was forged in the times of Daenarys Targaryen, Athdrivar, which is the Dothraki word for death. Title: Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms/King on the Iron Throne/King of Westeros. Personality: Daeron has always been described as ambitious. He's always wanted power. Lucky thing he was born into the royal family. However he wants more. Some think he is too hungry for power, others believe that ambition will protect them. Whether or not they are right may soon be revealed. Daeron is also known for his temper, and could be described as obnoxious during his outbursts. However, he is a kind person to his friends and tries to be kind to his subjects as well. Bio: Daeron was the first born child of King Jaehaerys and Queen Olenna. He was doted upon from an early age and given anything he could possibly want. Unlike some noble children, he refused to squire for a knight, stating he was too good for a position of servitude. His parents didn't press the subject and he continued on with his life. Now he is king, and he is blind to the games the Lannisters are playing, seeing as how his eyes are set across the Narrow Sea, in the land of Essos. Daeron is a true Targaryen and he lusts for the conquer. Whether he follows through or not is the million gold dragon question. Other:"When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John was nervously sipping his wine and stroking Shiera's head when he was approached by his vassal, Lord Cullen Sunderland. The man greeted him solmenly, his head bowed in respect. John's spirits were raised at the sight of a fellow northerner. Cullen had been a good friend of John's father and was currently a god friend to John, even one of his most trusted advisers. "It's alright Cullen. You didn't miss much except for the announcement of the new Hand. Also known as the man you're staring at," John said, sighing before taking a swig of wine from his cup. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron smiled as his cousin, Gwayne, came up to him and offered his congratulations. He and his cousin were close but the age difference between them always kept them distanced. Daeron had known that Gwayne wanted the position he had just rewarded to John but he felt more trust for the Stark than his cousin. "I hope there are no hard feelings about the announcement I just made. It was quite a difficult decision but at the end of the day, I know John better than I know anyone. I can trust him to help me run a kingdom," Daeron said, his face flushed with intoxication. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma wasn't entirely surprised at Vernan's response to her plan. It was no secret that the lions hated the wolves but she still thought he could put that aside for power. No matter. The Frey had presented a good plan. If they could get the Martells behind them then they may have a shot at winning this war. "Alright Frey. Find allies, then a king. Sounds good. With that I bid you farewell. People might begin to think we're conspiring over here," Gemma said, flashing the knight a smile before drifting away.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen's eyes widened as he looked up in surprise. For John to be named Hand of the King meant he'd have to stay in King's Landing. A place Cullen knew was not for his Lord. This place was home to liars, plotters, and cowards. This was no place for a northman much less the Lord of Winterfell. Things were changing and not the way Cullen had hoped. "Congratulations my Lord. I assume this means you will be staying in King's Landing?, he asked. A serving girl came near with cups of wine but Cullen waived her away, "Forgive my boldness my lord but this place is not kind to men like us, the powers that rule here could make The Red Wedding look like nothing. With you here in King's Landing who will take charge of Winterfell?". Cullen made sure not to speak so loudly so as not to attract the attention of unwanted listeners. His hope right now was that he'd be able to convince John to step down from Hand of the King. The North needed John more than these southerners, besides the king could choose another Hand. The boy was sure to have a long list of people waiting to kiss the king's ass.</s>	<\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John chewed his lip nervously. Of course, John had thought of these things. He knew Cullen would much rather him be at home where he was safe. "Cullen, I know you don't want me here. Frankly, I'm terrified. I grew up here and still, I don't think I can take on this nest of vipers. But Daeron is my friend. And he's dealing with a realm of vipers. So if I am truly a Stark, I will help Daeron in any way I can until he proves himself unworthy of that help. I will keep the position for a while longer. I can always resign if it proves too much. My mother will rule the North in my stead. However I was hoping Cullen, that you would stay here with me. My household guard can only protect me to a certain degree. I need someone with my best interests at heart, someone who I trust with my life. I need another set of eyes and ears. I'd hope that you'd be willing to do that for me," John said, looking over at his vassal.</s>
<\|description\|>Khailey Lannister Age: 14 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Mother: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Father: Vernan Lannister Brothers: Open Sisters: Open Uncle: Martyn Lannister Skills: From a very early age, Khailey has been instructed in all of the subtleties of being a proper and perfect lady. She is elegant and intelligent and knows when a compliment is more appropriate than a jape and all the other nuances of courtesan life. Weaknesses: Although she seems like the perfect little lady most of the time, she does have quite the temper and has been known by those closest to her to be very cruel when things don't go her way. Weapon: Nothing but her wits and her words. And the wealth of Casterly Rock when all else fails. Title: None Personality: Khailey is sweet, kind, noble, and generous to those that she seeks to please. But in reality, she is selfish, ambitious, cruel, and temperamental. Deceit is a way of life for her, and she isn't afraid to lie or cheat whenever necessary to get what she wants. Bio: Her mother died bringing her into the world, and so she never knew her. She was raised mostly by wetnurses while her father was away from Casterly Rock. She is the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, who has brought her with him to King's Landing in order for her to find a suitable husband amongst the lords and strengthen the bonds between House Lannister and those that would seek to help them against the Targareyans. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die." Name: Vernan Lannister Age: 45 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Wife: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Sons: Open Daughter: Khailey Lannister Other Daughters: Open Brother: Martyn Lannister Skills: Vernan is highly skilled with his greataxe and he is an excellent strategist and natural leader of men on the battlefield. He used to be a fine rider as well, but his injury has robbed him of that skill. Weaknesses: Once a mighty warrior who fought with reckless abandon, he was nearly mortally wounded when he was thrown from his horse in battle and trampled beneath its feet. He now walks with a limp as his left leg never fully healed and he has a long scar that runs from above his left eye to just under his chin. Weapon: Vernan is not quite the warrior that he once was before his injury, but he is still a cunning and dangerous fighter who wields a greataxe that was handed down to him by his father. Title: Ser Personality: He is a hard and practical man that knows how to rally men to his cause and strike fears in those that oppose him. Loyalty to his house is what has made Ser Vernan so well respected amongst House Lannister and its allies. He trusts no one outside of his own house and he longs for the days when House Lannister has control of the Iron Throne. Bio: In his youth, he was all but unstoppable on the battlefield and killed many men in combat. He is no longer the same warrior, but his reputation as a merciless fighter on the field of battle makes many think twice about ever crossing him. He was knighted by King Jaehaerys after winning a tournament at the age of seventeen, but he has never liked nor trusted the Targareyans. He firmly believes that all of Westeros would be better off if a Lannister sat upon the Iron Throne. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John's horse trotted along the cobblestone streets of the capital of Westeros, King's Landing, his family's carriage following behind. His sword was at his hip and his eyes were on road in front of him. They were approaching the famed Red Keep, the stronghold that two hundred years ago, had been taken back by Daenarys Targaryen. Finally, John reached the castle and was welcomed into the courtyard. He dismounted his horse which was lead away to the stables. His mother came out of the carriage, the northern-born woman turning her nose up at the salty smell of sea air. He walked with her into the castle where servants greeted them and led them to their luxurious quarters with promises of their belongings being delivered later in the day. The whole of the kingdom was in King's Landing. And most of the highborn lords and ladies would be staying for the next few weeks. John's friend, and the new king, Daeron Targaryen, would have his coronation tomorrow. To celebrate the young dragon was holding a large festival. Feasts every night, a tourney with the promise of knighthood awaiting the winner, and a carnival on top of that, filled with entertainers from across the Narrow Sea. John was taken aback by the extravagance that he saw from his balcony. He was a long way from home.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Although she had only been in King's Landing for a few days, already she was sick of the smell, sick of all the fat, squawking noblewomen, and sick of her father reminding her each and every day why she was here. She knew why she was here, and she had no intention of disappointing him. A marriage to another powerful house was what House Lannister needed in order to help them return to their former glory, and she planned to make sure that it happened. Getting out of bed, Khailey slipped out of her nightgown and went to her closet to find one of her best gowns to where for the day. The room that she had been given to stay in was much smaller than her room back in Casterly Rock, which was something that she was not pleased about. But complaining about it to her father had yielded no results, so she decided to just make the best of it. Settling for a red gown with a gold trim, she got dressed and then braided her long golden hair before leaving the room to go look for her father. Her father's squire had delivered a message saying that he wanted to see her right away, more than likely to introduce her to another lord that he thought would make a suitable match for her. Khailey wondered who it was that he had found this time. Last time, it had been a Tyrell man even older than her father. Thankfully, she had talked him out of that match. She hoped that whoever he found this time was someone at least a little more pleasant to look upon.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron was awoke by his mother ripping the curtains apart, allowing light to invade his chambers. He shot up, surprised by the sudden radiance of the light. His room was covered in old garments and plates. His mother scowled at him. "I've allowed you certain liberties but it is time for you to present yourself as a king," the Queen Mother said. She left the room, her message having been delivered as servants rushed in to dress him. After his rude awakening, Daeron was led down to the royal family's quarters where he broke fast with his mother, the two remaining silent most of the time. Towards the end however, his mother spoke. "You will have to make a decision today, Daeron. You have yet to fill the position of Hand of the King. And you have a lot of choices," she said, looking over at her son. Daeron looked back at her, surprised. "I was planning on John. He is my most trusted friend and offers some of the best advice in the Seven Kingdoms," he said. Olenna smiled and shook her head. "Daeron that isn't how things work. And you know that. You can't give the position to a boy as green as John Stark, no matter how close are families are. What about your cousin Gwayne? It is well known that he seeks the position." Daeron had waved his mother off, telling her he'd think about it. Which was exactly what he was doing. He was wandering the halls, thinking. Being the king wasn't all it was cracked up to be.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob prefered to travel by horse, a carriage was loud, a lot less stable on the stone and made him look pompous. Finally pulling up in front of the Red Keep Jakob smiled, the journey was finally over and now he could focus on what he came here to do. Stooping in the cramped space he heard the click of his guards opening the door. Stepping into the warm glow of the sun he stood upright and stretched out his muscles which had become deadened by the journey. Waiting an orderly stepped forward and directed his retinue as to where they could deposit the Frey carriage as well as how to bring Jakob's effects into his room. Nodding briefly at the orderly he walked up the grand stairs into one of the most imposing castles he had ever seen. Despite his distaste for the squalor of King's Landing, he understood why kings and queens made their home in the Red Keep. Walking amongst the history he quickly took in the classical scenes of battle and glory that adorned the walls. Turning a corner he was escorted by the Gold Coats and his own personal retinue towards the throne room. Jakob knew he had to present himself to the Young Dragon before retiring for some rest, though he doubted that King Daeron even considered Jakob an important banner. Finally arriving at the grand entrance Jakob paused, breathing deeply he nodded and the large wooden doors were opened up for him to enter. The hall was filled with the faces of nobility and grandeur, all awaiting their King to take his place in court. Each of the lords would need to declare their allegiance to the King, before a short time of networking and eating, and finally the announcement of the Hand of the King. Jakob was quite far down on the order of lords and ladies to swear allegiance. This meant he had a chance to look over who was present and who wasn't. Rumours circulating the court had reached his ears and he had a great many people to speak too before the end of the next few days. Nodding to his men they spread out across the edge of the room with the other guards, he would not need their direct protection here. No one was foolish enough to kill a noble here. Having arrived alone also allowed him to cast an eye over the younger ladies that were present. He was still looking for a suitable bride to both secure his line and secure a fast ally of the Freys. The Latest Walder Frey had given the Frey name some infamy in regards to marriage and so Jakob was determined to right past wrongs of the family, even if he felt no real connection too it.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister The grizzled old knight stood in a fine tunic of red as he waited for the king to make his appearance. He couldn't honestly say that he was eager to hear the young dragon's decision. He doubted that it would be anything that he wanted to hear. No doubt the king would choose either the Stark boy or the Lord of Highgarden, neither of which were any friends to the Lannisters and did nothing to help his own house. He couldn't believe that there was not a single Lannister among the small council. It was just plain wrong as far as he was concerned. This dragon clearly had no inclination of how to rule. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Ser Vernan could do about it. His brother Martyn Lannister was Lord of Casterly Rock, but he was timid and fearful of the king's wrath. He needed Vernan to show him that the Lannister's had allies, and that they would have the Iron Throne if they seized their chance now. If a marriage could be found for Khailey to gain the power of another strong house to the Lannister's cause, it would shift the balance in their favor and perhaps his brother would then approve of striking out at the young dragon. Khailey Lannister The young lioness entered the hall and looked around for her father, but she saw no sign of him in the gathered crowd. She sighed, put on a dignified smile and started to move through the crowd with her back and shoulders straight and her hands locked in front of her as her septa had taught her to walk. She moved with grace as she crossed the hall and no doubt caught the eye of many of the men in the hall.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John finally decided that it was time to go down to the ceremony. Every house in the realm was here to swear fealty to the king. John, being a Stark, was higher on that list than most so he decided he best hurry. He retrieved his mother from the room next door and they descended stairs until they reached the crowded throne room. John was also nervous about Daeron's largest decision today. The Hand of the King. His mother told him that he was one of the better candidates. And John didn't like that at all. He'd grown up with Daeron and as such, was very familiar with his personality. He was always entitled and had a famously short temper. But John feared it would get worse now that Daeron had such power. He feared that Daeron would be loathe to take his advice. John took a place in the hall near Ser Vernan Lannister. John smiled politely. "Hello Ser Vernan. I expect your journey was as uneventful as my own?" John asked. He had no love for Lannisters but it never hurt to be on one's good side.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister He hadn't been expecting to be approached by the Stark boy, but he gave him a curt nod and said. "My journey was much shorter than your own, so yes uneventful was a good way to describe it. How are things in the North?" Vernan didn't consider the Starks as allies of his house, but he knew that friends and enemies switched often and to see someone as an enemy on principal was not a wise decision.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye. The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself. "It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."</s>	<\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey had just spotted her father speaking with John Stark, which she found a little odd, when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her and she stopped and turned to see a man that she did not recognize approach her. He was clearly a knight and a lord of some importance, though, and she smiled warmly at him. "And are you a sheep, my lord? I should think not. A man such as yourself should certainly be associated with something more noble than a sheep, don't you agree?"</s>
<\|description\|>Khailey Lannister Age: 14 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Mother: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Father: Vernan Lannister Brothers: Open Sisters: Open Uncle: Martyn Lannister Skills: From a very early age, Khailey has been instructed in all of the subtleties of being a proper and perfect lady. She is elegant and intelligent and knows when a compliment is more appropriate than a jape and all the other nuances of courtesan life. Weaknesses: Although she seems like the perfect little lady most of the time, she does have quite the temper and has been known by those closest to her to be very cruel when things don't go her way. Weapon: Nothing but her wits and her words. And the wealth of Casterly Rock when all else fails. Title: None Personality: Khailey is sweet, kind, noble, and generous to those that she seeks to please. But in reality, she is selfish, ambitious, cruel, and temperamental. Deceit is a way of life for her, and she isn't afraid to lie or cheat whenever necessary to get what she wants. Bio: Her mother died bringing her into the world, and so she never knew her. She was raised mostly by wetnurses while her father was away from Casterly Rock. She is the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, who has brought her with him to King's Landing in order for her to find a suitable husband amongst the lords and strengthen the bonds between House Lannister and those that would seek to help them against the Targareyans. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die." Name: Vernan Lannister Age: 45 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Wife: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Sons: Open Daughter: Khailey Lannister Other Daughters: Open Brother: Martyn Lannister Skills: Vernan is highly skilled with his greataxe and he is an excellent strategist and natural leader of men on the battlefield. He used to be a fine rider as well, but his injury has robbed him of that skill. Weaknesses: Once a mighty warrior who fought with reckless abandon, he was nearly mortally wounded when he was thrown from his horse in battle and trampled beneath its feet. He now walks with a limp as his left leg never fully healed and he has a long scar that runs from above his left eye to just under his chin. Weapon: Vernan is not quite the warrior that he once was before his injury, but he is still a cunning and dangerous fighter who wields a greataxe that was handed down to him by his father. Title: Ser Personality: He is a hard and practical man that knows how to rally men to his cause and strike fears in those that oppose him. Loyalty to his house is what has made Ser Vernan so well respected amongst House Lannister and its allies. He trusts no one outside of his own house and he longs for the days when House Lannister has control of the Iron Throne. Bio: In his youth, he was all but unstoppable on the battlefield and killed many men in combat. He is no longer the same warrior, but his reputation as a merciless fighter on the field of battle makes many think twice about ever crossing him. He was knighted by King Jaehaerys after winning a tournament at the age of seventeen, but he has never liked nor trusted the Targareyans. He firmly believes that all of Westeros would be better off if a Lannister sat upon the Iron Throne. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She giggled at his comment about his sigil and then opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Lord Tyrell appeared. She bowed to him and then said, "My name is Khailey Lannister, my lord. I am the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, whom I trust you have met before." She listened to the exchange between the two lords and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the jape that Lord Jakob made. She hoped that no one noticed, and she cursed herself for not showing more composure.</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden If Gwayne took any offence, he didn't show it in the slightest; instead, he let a small chuckle escape him as he pretended to be amused by Jakob's little joke. The Frey seemed awfully pleased with himself, but if he thought something so trivial would ward him off, he had another thing coming. Returning his smile, Gwayne formulated a reply - one that he hoped would make Jakob think twice about running his mouth off. "I assure you, my lord, the King makes all of his decisions independently. He simply knows who his friends are." Gwayne's golden-eyed stare never left Jakob for a moment - a simple technique he'd picked up over the years. A flickering gaze meant weakness or submission, and something like that wouldn't be comely of the High Marshal of the Reach. "And yet, the same can't be said for everyone. I've heard some… dreadful things about the affair in the Riverlands. It was your kin that the guards found in the Trident, wasn't it? …I can hardly believe it myself." His brow furrowed just so, lips pressed into a thin line, Gwayne appeared the very picture of tepid concern. In another life, he might've made a gifted mummer, but he was momentarily distracted from this little charade of sympathy when the Lannister girl introduced herself. "Ah, yes. Vernan's girl. Your father has spoken of you many a time, my lady - only good things, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move. "Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John nodded to the knight as he replied to John's question. John then answered politely that things were as good as ever in the North. But maybe not for long. Being Daeron's Hand could bring unwanted attention from other Houses John thought to himself. "Who do you expect to gain the title of Hand?" John asked Vernan. Maybe other Lords' thoughts could move Daeron in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident . Ser Vernan Lannister The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow. "Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John grimaced at what the Lannister said of his thoughts on who should be named the Hand. "I was worried that you would say that," he said. He knew that if Daeron offered him the position he would be forced to accept. It wasn't a job that you could say no to. John sighed as the chatter continued. He noticed the knight's daughter heading over. She had the famed locks of gold that Lannisters were known for and she was quite the beauty. John bowed as she approached. "My lady," he said, flashing a charming smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron had finished his walk and was now ready to begin the ceremony. He notified his guards and the others that would need to be present at the occasion. He waited outside the door of the throne room, a black cape fitted over a red tunic. He took a deep breath as he marched in, the Kingsguard at his side. He took his seat on the Iron Throne. It was a cold, uncomfortable thing but his face showed no sign of his feelings. The coronation was quick. Maester Arran conducted it and then placed the crown his father had worn atop his head. He smiled as he realized what came next. The Lords of Westeros swearing fealty to him. This would be quite fun. Daeron was handed a list of the Lords who would be bowing the knee to show their house's respect. He shouted out the first name on the list, "Gwayne Tyrell!"</s>	<\|message\|>Khailey Lannister She smiled at her father as she approached and then stood at his side. Then when she saw John Stark, her smiled changed from dutiful to something more real. "I don't believe that we have truly met before, Lord Stark, but I know who you are. The last time that I saw you, I was still a child, but now I am a woman grown. My name is Khailey Lannister, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you properly." Before long, the coronation started and Khailey fell silent as she watched in utter boredom as the ceremony went by. She didn't have patience for things like this, but she made sure to keep a smile on her pretty face the whole time just as her father wanted her to. She had to remind herself to keep her poise at all times because she never knew who might be watching her.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob prefered to travel by horse, a carriage was loud, a lot less stable on the stone and made him look pompous. Finally pulling up in front of the Red Keep Jakob smiled, the journey was finally over and now he could focus on what he came here to do. Stooping in the cramped space he heard the click of his guards opening the door. Stepping into the warm glow of the sun he stood upright and stretched out his muscles which had become deadened by the journey. Waiting an orderly stepped forward and directed his retinue as to where they could deposit the Frey carriage as well as how to bring Jakob's effects into his room. Nodding briefly at the orderly he walked up the grand stairs into one of the most imposing castles he had ever seen. Despite his distaste for the squalor of King's Landing, he understood why kings and queens made their home in the Red Keep. Walking amongst the history he quickly took in the classical scenes of battle and glory that adorned the walls. Turning a corner he was escorted by the Gold Coats and his own personal retinue towards the throne room. Jakob knew he had to present himself to the Young Dragon before retiring for some rest, though he doubted that King Daeron even considered Jakob an important banner. Finally arriving at the grand entrance Jakob paused, breathing deeply he nodded and the large wooden doors were opened up for him to enter. The hall was filled with the faces of nobility and grandeur, all awaiting their King to take his place in court. Each of the lords would need to declare their allegiance to the King, before a short time of networking and eating, and finally the announcement of the Hand of the King. Jakob was quite far down on the order of lords and ladies to swear allegiance. This meant he had a chance to look over who was present and who wasn't. Rumours circulating the court had reached his ears and he had a great many people to speak too before the end of the next few days. Nodding to his men they spread out across the edge of the room with the other guards, he would not need their direct protection here. No one was foolish enough to kill a noble here. Having arrived alone also allowed him to cast an eye over the younger ladies that were present. He was still looking for a suitable bride to both secure his line and secure a fast ally of the Freys. The Latest Walder Frey had given the Frey name some infamy in regards to marriage and so Jakob was determined to right past wrongs of the family, even if he felt no real connection too it.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister The grizzled old knight stood in a fine tunic of red as he waited for the king to make his appearance. He couldn't honestly say that he was eager to hear the young dragon's decision. He doubted that it would be anything that he wanted to hear. No doubt the king would choose either the Stark boy or the Lord of Highgarden, neither of which were any friends to the Lannisters and did nothing to help his own house. He couldn't believe that there was not a single Lannister among the small council. It was just plain wrong as far as he was concerned. This dragon clearly had no inclination of how to rule. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Ser Vernan could do about it. His brother Martyn Lannister was Lord of Casterly Rock, but he was timid and fearful of the king's wrath. He needed Vernan to show him that the Lannister's had allies, and that they would have the Iron Throne if they seized their chance now. If a marriage could be found for Khailey to gain the power of another strong house to the Lannister's cause, it would shift the balance in their favor and perhaps his brother would then approve of striking out at the young dragon. Khailey Lannister The young lioness entered the hall and looked around for her father, but she saw no sign of him in the gathered crowd. She sighed, put on a dignified smile and started to move through the crowd with her back and shoulders straight and her hands locked in front of her as her septa had taught her to walk. She moved with grace as she crossed the hall and no doubt caught the eye of many of the men in the hall.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John finally decided that it was time to go down to the ceremony. Every house in the realm was here to swear fealty to the king. John, being a Stark, was higher on that list than most so he decided he best hurry. He retrieved his mother from the room next door and they descended stairs until they reached the crowded throne room. John was also nervous about Daeron's largest decision today. The Hand of the King. His mother told him that he was one of the better candidates. And John didn't like that at all. He'd grown up with Daeron and as such, was very familiar with his personality. He was always entitled and had a famously short temper. But John feared it would get worse now that Daeron had such power. He feared that Daeron would be loathe to take his advice. John took a place in the hall near Ser Vernan Lannister. John smiled politely. "Hello Ser Vernan. I expect your journey was as uneventful as my own?" John asked. He had no love for Lannisters but it never hurt to be on one's good side.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister He hadn't been expecting to be approached by the Stark boy, but he gave him a curt nod and said. "My journey was much shorter than your own, so yes uneventful was a good way to describe it. How are things in the North?" Vernan didn't consider the Starks as allies of his house, but he knew that friends and enemies switched often and to see someone as an enemy on principal was not a wise decision.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye. The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself. "It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey had just spotted her father speaking with John Stark, which she found a little odd, when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her and she stopped and turned to see a man that she did not recognize approach her. He was clearly a knight and a lord of some importance, though, and she smiled warmly at him. "And are you a sheep, my lord? I should think not. A man such as yourself should certainly be associated with something more noble than a sheep, don't you agree?"</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers. In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity. As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion. "Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye. The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself. "It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey had just spotted her father speaking with John Stark, which she found a little odd, when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her and she stopped and turned to see a man that she did not recognize approach her. He was clearly a knight and a lord of some importance, though, and she smiled warmly at him. "And are you a sheep, my lord? I should think not. A man such as yourself should certainly be associated with something more noble than a sheep, don't you agree?"</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers. In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity. As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion. "Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She giggled at his comment about his sigil and then opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Lord Tyrell appeared. She bowed to him and then said, "My name is Khailey Lannister, my lord. I am the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, whom I trust you have met before." She listened to the exchange between the two lords and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the jape that Lord Jakob made. She hoped that no one noticed, and she cursed herself for not showing more composure.</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden If Gwayne took any offence, he didn't show it in the slightest; instead, he let a small chuckle escape him as he pretended to be amused by Jakob's little joke. The Frey seemed awfully pleased with himself, but if he thought something so trivial would ward him off, he had another thing coming. Returning his smile, Gwayne formulated a reply - one that he hoped would make Jakob think twice about running his mouth off. "I assure you, my lord, the King makes all of his decisions independently. He simply knows who his friends are." Gwayne's golden-eyed stare never left Jakob for a moment - a simple technique he'd picked up over the years. A flickering gaze meant weakness or submission, and something like that wouldn't be comely of the High Marshal of the Reach. "And yet, the same can't be said for everyone. I've heard some… dreadful things about the affair in the Riverlands. It was your kin that the guards found in the Trident, wasn't it? …I can hardly believe it myself." His brow furrowed just so, lips pressed into a thin line, Gwayne appeared the very picture of tepid concern. In another life, he might've made a gifted mummer, but he was momentarily distracted from this little charade of sympathy when the Lannister girl introduced herself. "Ah, yes. Vernan's girl. Your father has spoken of you many a time, my lady - only good things, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move. "Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John nodded to the knight as he replied to John's question. John then answered politely that things were as good as ever in the North. But maybe not for long. Being Daeron's Hand could bring unwanted attention from other Houses John thought to himself. "Who do you expect to gain the title of Hand?" John asked Vernan. Maybe other Lords' thoughts could move Daeron in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident . Ser Vernan Lannister The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow. "Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing The coronation was completely uneventful, which was both good and bad depending on your opinion, though Jakob did not seem to mind as much as he thought it would. 1Instead he cast his gaze across some of the other Riverlands nobles around him. Most seemed to be trying to give him a wide birth, though a Tully noble whose name escaped Jakob seemed to have scooted over towards him in the crowd. As the noble came closer Jakob finally recognised him. Tristan Tully, the heir to the Tully house, what little the Tully's had left that was, despite the Starks being unexiled and regaining the North the Tullys had not been so lucky with the Riverlands, only being gifted a small fort hold after the return of the Targaryians. It tickled Jakob that this man was the only noble willing to even be near him. "How many ties have you stepped on this time friend?" Tristan was a slightly round lord with shortly cut black hair and a pudgy, pale, face. Not an imposing man by any means but those out of favour at the courts had to stick together after all. "I believe the Tyrells are not too fond of my prescence here. My response of course was to blindly mock Gwayne and the king. So maybe one set of toes, but they are very big toes indeed." The Tully grimaced and shook his head. "You want too bring glory to the Frey name and yet you provoke the very men who could give you the power you desire." The Tully was no fool, even if he looked like one. "If you wrre to cosy up then perhaps you would have some clout to throw around your weight." "I want clout to dictate, not simply nodd as some lap dog. A friend is useful but I wont become the nameless piece of some wretch who wants my loyalty in exchange for scraps." Tristan was about to respond when the first of the Riverlands nobility started to walk up. It seemed their time was finally upon them. "Jakob Frey." The name resulted in much muttering and gossiping that was quickly silenced with stern looks from the guards that were around the room. Now was not the time to spread rumours. Stepping forward proudly Jakob looked the king straight in the eye and then knelt, lowering his gaze, before lifting his head up and speaking. "House Frey, the Twins and the men who live under my protection serve the one true king. We live at your pleasure." With that Jakob bowed his head one more time before returning too his feet. Turning face he walked back to his spot as Tristan went up for his own fealty. As the ceremony continued people were already beggining to spill out, it seemed that the King may not have been naming his hand, especially since the king's favourite. The Stark boy. Had left, Jakob didn't mind. This meant he would have a chance to mingle, there was a number of other lords he wished to meet first and of course a number of very eligible ladies. The Lannister girl had caught his attention however he couldn't see the Lion stooping down for the Twins. Sighing he ffollowed the procession of disappearing gentry and begun to partake in the wine and food that was being shared. Looking around the open space he found himself he was not surprised to see that there was not one of the noble houses present. It seemed he had been directed away from the bigger players. If he was needed he would be called, if not, well sometimes the underdogs were bigger players together than any of the more powerful houses. Deciding that the other Roverlands lords awaited Jakob found Tristan and the two moved through the throng of pomposity.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Her father was forced to pledge loyalty to the king because her cowardly uncle was too paranoid to leave Casterly Rock to do so himself. It was one of many things that was causing the rift between the Targaryens and the Lannisters. Her father told her several times that it could lead to war. She didn't know if that was true or not, but as long as her house came out on top then she really didn't care. Besides, wars were much more of a concern for knights and lords than they were for someone like her. After all of the lords had sworn loyalty to the king, Khailey found herself being forced to mingle with all of the different ladies from the most powerful of the houses. She smiled and participated in all of the gossiping, hearing some things of interest and many that she couldn't care less about. She learned that apparently many of the Riverlords didn't trust Jakob Frey. A few woman spoke about hearing that a doomsayer was heard two nights ago saying that the war of the Lion and the Dragon was inevitable. The man disappeared this morning and hasn't been heard since. Another woman claimed that the Ironborn were growing restless and planning to raid the North again. These were the most intriguing of the rumors, others didn't interest Khailey nearly as much. Lord Ben Bolton was seeking a new wife after his last wife died of mysterious causes, one of the Kingsguard was rumored to have taken a serving girl into his bed but there was no proof, and Ashlee Lorch had a bastard baby in her belly. Based on what Khailey knew of Ashlee Lorch, that wasn't hard for her to believe. Growing bored with all of the sipping, Khailey managed to excuse herself. She wasn't hungry and just wanted to go back up to her room to rest her feet and get out of this gown. She walked past the Riverlords, catching a glimpse of Jakob Frey speaking with Tristan Tully as she made her way towards the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Tristan begun to bore Jakob he started to look around, looking for a way out. Tristan was smart and a fairly decent man however he did have a strange habit of being almost childish. Jakob would have suggested the Tully boy get himself a woman, or at least a whore, however those willing to put up with Tristan were in short demand. As his eyes scanned the room he spotted Jonathan Mallister for a second and thought of trying to strike up a conversation with the venerable lord. Jonathan held some of the land near the Twins and was a major force in keeping the Greyjoys at bay. Excusing himself from Tristan he slid smoothly between people as he went to hunt down Lord Mallister but was then stopped in his tracks once more. It seemed Khailey had managed to appear amongst the Riverlords again. Changing course he veered steadily towards the Lioness and caught up with her just before the exit. Bowing curtly he spoke with a smile. "The Lioness seems to be away from her pride again. If I didn't know better I would say you wish to be one of the flock. We do have a slightly more..." Jakob looked over at one of the greener lords finishing his eighth cup of wine before belching loudly and laughing with some noble friends. "...crude sense of humour." Jakob almost sighed at the rabble he was surrounded by. These nobles believed it was all a piss up now, the King would select the Stark boy as his hand and then they could return to their homes to carry on the hedonistic life they enjoyed. No ambition. "However we also have a lot less power than that of your own house, so the trade off is quite large." Suddenly a man stumbled into the back of Jakob and he spun around. A glint of fire in his eye that was steeled by the fists his hands clenched into. The man was a tall orderly who seemed to have been knocked by another kerfuffle going on slightly further away. Jakob was not a cruel man and quickly checked that the orderly was alright before taking a drink from the man and offering one to Khailey. "Perhaps we could speak where less of my noble kin are present? We never did get to carry on our conversation from earlier after the Tyrell interrupted. Now, you were telling me about why you are not at your fathers heel tonight."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister When she heard the familiar vice, she stopped at the exit and turned around to see Jakob Frey standing behind her, smiling. She returned the smile. "I have no desire to part of the flock," she said with a hint of disdain in her tone as she looked around at the lesser nobles. "I don't think that you do either," she told him. "You seem like someone that wants more than to be just a nameless face in the crowd of king's supporters." She took a step back when the orderly bumped into Jakob, but smiled and thanked him when he handed her the glass of wine. She took a sip of the sweet red wine, perhaps a bit more than she should have honestly and then answered the lord's question. "I was about to go back to my room. You may walk me there if you wish." She doubted her father would want her to go off alone with someone that she wasn't all too familiar with, but she found the Frey interesting and wanted to know more about him. "My father has his mind set on finding me a husband and seeing that I'm married as soon as possible," she told him. "He's been nagging me about it and I'm weary of it is all."</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob smiled as she mentioned her suspicions as to the extent of his ambition. She was absolutely right of course but he would admit that. Instead he laughed the comment off easily and then proceeded to escort the young lady to her room. He had no intentions of informing her father of course, but the he also had no intention to do anything that a man would disapprove of. Khailey was simply a way into the bigger players right now, Jakob had no interest in pursuing a fling tonight, especially not with a woman who could quite easily crush him with her ties. Sipping his own wine a lot more slowly he almost laughed as she drank hers quickly. Musing shortly on her position Jakob responded. "I'm surprised such a fine woman as yourself was not betrothed before the coming of age. Has your father been busy? Preoccupied perhaps? I mean if I am not mistaken, you are quite an important part of the line of Lannisters, and have quite the claim on Casterly Rock after your uncle and father. You seem like someone with whom a noble house would look to snatch at. If I am not being too bold to say. See myself, and the other lords I am forced to call my equals, are left to marry amongst ourselves. No Great House wishes to marry themselves low, but then the circumstances have not required the greats to need their lessers for quite some time. I believe the War of Five Kings was the last time that it truly hung in the balance." Jakob chuckled as his history lessons paid off. "In fact i believe it was a Frey who orchestrated the downfall of the North then. Perhaps we will be able to wield such power again, to serve the king of course."</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Patrick Baelish, Overlord of the Riverlands Patrick was feeling more and more like a recluse now. He had elected to mingle with the other Riverlords and was regretting the mistake already. He was receiving more cold stares than the Frey lad did and could tell that this wasn't likely to change soon. Despite this he attempted to enjoy himself. he had brought a large following to the coronation and instead busied himself by gossiping and joking with his retinue. However the joviality was brought to a halt as the Frey did in fact appear. Pushing his way through to Patrick, the Baelish nodded and smiled at Jakob. "Jakob my boy, how are you?" Jakob's response was a dull and muted grunt as he sat down. "What is it my boy?" "You are touted for Master of Coin again, my lord. If you were to receive such a position what would happen in the Riverlands?" Ptrick knew exactly what Jakob meant. "The taxes and tariffs would stay the same, they will continue to fill the royal coffers, besides the Kingdom still owes the Lannisters so much money it beggars belief. 200 years and we have only put a dent in the massive debt. Perhaps if we sold them the Twins then we could take another bite out of the debt." Patrick and his following laughed but Jakob remained silent. Standing, Jakob left the group. Patrick was left wondering whether he had crossed a line and then decided against it. People didn't exactly follow the Freys highly and the boy was just an angry so-and-so who couldn't solve all his problems with violence. Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Jakob left the party of Baelishes he marched straight over to Tristan who was gingerly sipping at his second wine. The boy always knew how to make children look like men, Jakob laughed to himself. Sitting with the Heir to the Tully house he looked around nd then leant in. "A meeting, tonight. I want all of the Riverlords there, not Baelish of course. We have business to discuss. Are you with me friend?" Jakob's voice was slightly pleading at this point. He always knew how to tug at Tristan's heart strings. "Why can't you do this Jakob? I'm not exactly part of a Noble House am I." "Yes but people still remember when you were, do this for me. They will listen to you." Tristan nodded his head but raised a finger. "I will be telling them that this for you though. I won't deceive the Lords." Jakob nodded that he accepted the terms and watched as Tristan got up and begun to spread the word amongst the nobles. Hopefully his name would put none of the lords off. The Riverlands had suffered in silence since the War of Five Kings and now it was time to discuss returning to former glories. Tristan could finish his job and then find Jakob, for now the Frey lord had other matters. Standing he marched his way through the crowd with authority. He was now looking for Vernan Lannister however in his attempt to navigate the people he ended up bumping into the back of a Dornish noble woman. Standing up straight he apologised profusely. It was Adrienne Martell, not somebody he had been looking for but then networking outside of his locale was not always a bad thing.</s> <\|message\|>Adrienne Nymeros Martell Princess Adrienne Martell There was a sudden force from behind her, forcing her a few steps forward to balance herself. The wine sloshed in her cup, some spilling to the floor before she had a chance to right it, and people jumped back to avoid getting wet. The moment of chaos was small and almost immediately a servant had appeared to clean the spill. Turning to see the cause of it all she was faced with a man she did not know, but that was hardly a surprise. She spied the figure of the Twins though, and then she remembered his face from him swearing fealty. "Do not worry, my lord, the hall is busy and, well I am quite short." She said with a gentle smile, her words carrying the lilt of the Dornish accent. "I am Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, a pleasure to meet you." The Freys had never been of a concern to the Martells, partly due to the distance but mostly because the Freys had seemed more concerned with each other.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John began making his way down to the feast, Shiera at his side. He had spoken to Daeron only a few minutes ago. John would be the Hand. As much as he tried to make himself seem unworthy, Daeron disagreed. And what Daeron wanted he received. John entered the feast, Shiera padding along silently, gaining looks from the nobility that was unaccustomed to the pets that Ned Stark and his children had popularized in the North. "My boy!" John heard the shout from across the room and glanced up to see his uncle, Lord Jon Umber making his way over. He grinned and hugged the man, smelling the wine waft off of his figure. They discussed the new king for a few minutes before his uncle brought up the appointment of a Hand. "All the gold in the Seven Kingdoms that it's you boy," he said, gaining a halfhearted laugh from the Stark. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma was enjoying the feast immensely. Her cup was always filled and the food was beyond amazement. She was pleasantly surprised by the spectacle the Targaryens had produced. But it wouldn't matter to her in the end. She wanted the downfall of the Targaryens, much like the Lannisters, or so she heard. She'd be happy to work with the lions though, if it meant her name went down in history as the woman who slew the king. She made her way over to where the Dornish princess and the Frey lord were speaking, silently joining the conversation. It was part of her job to make rounds ad let everyone know that she was still their friend. The Baraetheons weren't exactly the king's favorite house. Any allies were useful, especially when there was grumbling of war.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey was a bit stunned by the way that Lord Jakob had reacted. She brushed a loose lock of hair out of her face as she watched him leave. She then turned and made her way to her room, shutting the door behind her and slipping out of her dress before putting on a nightgown and sitting on her bed. She thought about his words. She wasn't scared of the Targaryens. Her father had already told her that he meant to someday make certain that she was queen and that her son would sit upon the Iron Throne. Then she wouldn't have to worry about anything, especially not listening to the gossiping of lesser women. Ser Vernan Lannister He hated feasts like these, especially when he had so many other things on his mind. Sitting at a small table in the corner of the room, which the servants had brought out to him because his bad leg made it hard for him to stand for too long, his eyes scanned the crowd like a lion would scan a herd of antelope, looking for the weakest one to pick off. He didn't trust this rabble. How could he? Many of them were still loyal to the Targaryens or too scared to admit that they weren't. Sitting at the table with him was his most trusted friend and ally, Ser Lothor Clegane. The man was an imposing bull of a man with a short, well-trimmed beard, dark eyes, and not a single hair on his head. He sipped his wine slowly and stared at the cup when he wasn't. This wasn't a man who enjoyed simple comforts. He was a warrior, and knew next to nothing else. Ser Vernan leaned back in his chair and sighed, hoping that this farce would be over soon so that he may leave. He felt that they should just get it over with and confirm everyone's suspicions that the Stark boy would be the new hand. Why waste all of their times? While watching the crowd, he noticed the Lord of the Crossing speaking with the Dornish Princess. He had seen the man speaking to his daughter earlier and wondered where she had gone off to. She better not have gone back to her room.</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob tried to give a warm smile to his new Dornish acquaintance however his eyes were still quite dry and so the appearance was of an obviously fake smile, when in reality it was genuine. Running his hands over his face, Jakob chuckled at her mention of her own height. At least this was a lady who didn't take herself too seriously, much like young Khailey, and it was a nice change from most of the ladies that came from the Riverlands. As she introduced herself Jakob made a slight bow and then stood upright again, holding his spine slightly straighter than before. A natural reaction to anyone of a Great House. Reaching too one side Jakob plucked a new cup of wine from a platter and offered it too Adrienne. "Well Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing. I don't suppose we'll ever have properly spoken. Dorn is practically a different country to the Riverlands. I apologise for my discrepancy earlier, I am in quite the rush. The Twins very rarely boasts a guest list quite like this and so if I wish to network, one must do it now. For example with a Dornish princess. How goes Dorn?" Just then another woman arrived, for Jakob he couldn't believe his luck, but then his mind returned to business and he looked the newcomer for a sigil. He then spotted the Stag and knew it was one of the last Baratheons. Jakob was openly surprised that any remained as he knew how much the Targaryens had lost to Robert over 2 centuries ago. "Evening, my lady. I did not think the Baratheons would want to be here. However it is always a pleasure. If you do not mind, I was just asking my young friend here about Dorn. Perhaps after you may tell us of the Stormlands?" With these two new parties Jakob's mind was spinning with possibilities and plans. With the conversation looking to take a turn that he wanted Jakob leaned over and asked an orderly to find and bring Ser Vernan Lannister. This may quickly become a conversation he wanted to be part of.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob smiled as the Martell princess left. Hower inside he was scowling, she was a powerful friend and Jakob hadn't expected the Lannister so quickly. SIghing he decided that the group present was still one with a single interest at heart and so now was the time to plot, or at least plan. If what Khailey said was true then a chance like this could skyrocket a man such as himself. Or it could kill him, in which case he would want to be the one hurling these thoughts into the ground. Another action that could bring great reward. The group was silent for a moment as the Hand was announced. The Stark boy, it seemed the King was a fool indeed, the Stark boy was no politician. Jakob had never really wanted the role either, but he was still a better schemer than the Stark and he recognised the opportunity the King had lost with other candidates. Gwayne Tyrell would beside himself, Jakob thought. Perhaps another man I must speak too again tonight. Bringing himself back to the present he led the small procession of the Baratheon and Lannister out of the main feasting hall. Turning a corner he spied an empty room that looked as if it had stored the tables. Perfect. Stepping inside he turned on the two companions and started to speak. "Let's make this brief. A person such as myself, and a Baratheon may not be missed at a party like this but a Lannister will. Ser Vernon, I had the fortune of bumping into Khailey earlier. Lovely girl, unfortunately she made some troubling remarks about her, or more specifically the Lannisters, thoughts on the King. I'm not here to beat around the bush, and I am sure the Baratheons are no fonder of this King as you are. You will need friends in the coming weeks. Friends who hold some power. If there were a war I could promise you that the Starks would rush to the Targaryens, the Tyrells will be a wild car now and Dorn. Again I am not sure about them. I have a feeling that the Baratheons, and so the Stormlands, would follow you against the King. The question is the Riverlands for me. Myself, the Tullys and many other Houses have suffered under the Baelish house. We would not oppose a new King, though nor would we support one that supports House Baelish. I shall meet with the other Riverlords tonight to discuss this but first, I must know how you plan to change the Riverlands, IF you came into power. And more specifically how you would benefit a messenger who brought an opportunity. Such as myself."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister The man's grizzled face didn't change during the entire announcement of the hand. It had come as no surprise to him, but it was just the type of event that could help bring supporters to the cause of his house. When the Frey Lord gestured for him and the Baratheon woman to follow him, he wasn't exactly pleased but he was curious enough to go along. He brought Ser Lothor Clegane with him as well. Once they were inside the deserted room, the Lord of the Crossing started to say some very interesting things, including the part about Khailey. Once the man was finished speaking, Ser Vernan made his point very brief and chose his words carefully. "There are already pieces set in motion before this night begun. My brother does not know it, but I have arranged for an army of fifteen thousand men to be made ready at Casterly Rock, awaiting my return. I intend to take back what is rightfully the Lannisters. I have promised Khailey that her firstborn son will rule as King of the Seven Kingdoms, but first I must win back the throne. To do that, I need allies. The Twins would be invaluable but what sort of assurance would I have to give you in order to ensure your armies will support my house?" He thought about Khailey and what a marriage between her and Lord Jakob Frey could do for the long term success of House Lannister.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob went wide eyed as the Lannister mentioned the men. Was it really happening this soon? Allies couldn't be that many in number already. He had no rumours in the Riverlands and with the support for the King still being quite strong it would not be enough men. Sighing Jakob rubbed his eyes and looked at Vernan. "You're bold, and you are smart. But fifteen thousand men will not take the capital. The North alone can raise three times, who will all march south, that and that's not including anybody else who flocks too the Dragon. You may think you have a chance, but before I declare any support for you I need to know who supports you. Do you have the ear of the Tyrells? The Martells? Lets say you have your own men, fifty, and then the Storm lands, another thirty. That's only eighty thouasand in total. Now with the Riverlands and the Vale, who despise the Baelishs more than I do, your would get another eighty or ninety thousand men. But If that's all then it will be close, and it will be hard fought." Jakob then thought of what they could do. The Trident could hold the North if adequately defended, and that would leave men free to try for the capital. But that wouldn't answer the question of other armies. "If you want assurances of support then you would have to cough up a lot. I would want the Riverlands, I would need the Tullys to take the Vale. I would need a large sum of gold and..." Jakob trailed off slightly. "...Khailey. If you want alliance, I get a wife. Though I don't see how she will put a son on the throne if she is married to myself? The Kingdoms need a king, and I doubt you would want to put me on the throne. Because I will be no puppet. So let me be clear, unless you want a Frey on the throne, Khailey cannot marry me and without a marriage. I wont whip the Riverlands for your coup."</s> <\|message\|>Gemma Baraetheon Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma smirked as she listened to Jakob try and work out terms of an alliance with the grizzled knight. "I think you two are overlooking something. The king is a Tyrell as well as a Targaryen. I highly doubt that a simple political position will get in the way of the loyalties of family. If swords are drawn, I have no doubt that the Tyrells will side against you. And those are people I'd never want to fight. The Reach can raise 100,000 men, at least. Plus all the forces of the North? We'd lose. However, the Young Wolf is an honorable boy. If he pledged a vow to your family Vernan, than he'd be inclined to keep it. I believe your daughter is not yet betrothed? And Jakob, you want a wife as well? Seeing as how you aren't too hard to look at and seem more than intelligent enough, you are welcome to take my hand in marriage? These are only suggestions of course. If you think there's a better way Lannister then fine. But I won't stand behind you unless I feel confident that we will win. Get the North on our side or out of this war, and you will have all the forces of the Stormlands marching by your side," Gemma said. Gemma was confident that her idea was one of the best there were. She knew that the North could easily win this war for either side. They had skilled commanders and quite a lot of men. Their forces combined with The Reach's would be disastrous for them. They'd need the Starks or the Tyrells under their control if they had any chance of winning this war and seeing their own king on the Iron Throne.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister Vernan hated it when he had to make deals with lesser houses, but until his brother allowed the rest of House Lannister and its allies to join the war effort, he would need these lesser houses on his side. "You may have the Riverlands and you will also be well paid for your efforts to help secure the throne," he told Lord Jakob Frey. "But you need not worry about ever seeing the throne. I plan to take over as regent until such time that a more fitting Lannister can be placed on the throne. Perhaps one of my brother's nephews if their mother has not spoiled them so much that they've turned soft." Vernan then listened to the suggestions of Lady Gemma, but he was quick to anger when she made mention of wedding his daughter to the young wolf. "No daughter of mine will ever marry a Stark. I do not trust those Northerners or their barbaric ways. Besides, if you remember your history, you'll probably remember another young wolf who did not make good on a marriage betrothal. A mistake that led to his demise."</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was now listening. It seemed that the Baratheon girl was smart. This was good, but also she was naive, the Stark boy must have known about the rumours. Who gets into bed with a family rumoured to plot against your King and best friend? No the Lannisters were at an impasse. Vernan couldn't just announce a regency in place for his daughters child, and no one would ever accept Khailey as a lone Queen. A man needed to wed Khailey that could take the throne. Jakob was not the man, the Freys would never be accepted, and his only other contact with clout was the Tullys. But recently their status of Great House was limited to the Riverlands. It was strange to see the Baratheon girl so set on the North, and so Jakob decided on a plan. "Right, let's put aside marriage and deals and the like for now. Look at the facts 'IF' they were to go down like this. The Westerlands, Riverlands and Stormlands march on the capital. In response we are annihilated by a superior force from everywhere else. The bulwark of these troops coming from regions ruled by one large family. The Starks, Tyrells and Targaryens are not going to break. But if we can bring in the Martells. We will out number, and that will be our chance. The Riverlands can hold the North at the Trident, a joint force of Lannisters and Martells will hold the Tyrells. That leaves us the Vale and Stormlands to take the capital, which holds the least number of men. Meaning very soon those men can aid in the destruction of the Tyrells. We will need the Martells for this too work. And I don't know what they want." Jakob sighed and rubbed his temples. "Look, if House Frey receives the Riverlands, if I can promise the Tullys they will receive the Vale, if I get a wife. Be it Baratheon or Lannister. I will support this, but only if we can bring in the Martells as well. I will discuss other boons once the war is over. There is no other way, unless you want to break up the ruling family. Which I highly doubt, we cannot offer any of them more than what they already have. And that still leaves the problem of the King, Vernan you cannot make yourself a regent, you are not head of House and there is no precedent to then hand over leadership since you will not be holding it for someone, rather the hope that a child is born. Either you take the throne, and be forced to fight your brother for the House, or you marry your daughter to someone, be it myself or another, and they take the throne. You have no other option."</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden "Oh, come now. There's nothing to worry about." Gwayne began, waving his hand in a gesture of dismissal - the very picture of benevolence. "If you think Lord Stark would make a good Hand, then I support your decision wholeheartedly." Ah, children and their naïveté. It seemed to him like the King no idea idea what consequences his actions would have - which he had to admit, was not very reassuring. Two reckless, foolhardy seventeen year-olds ruling all of Westeros? That sounded like a recipe for disaster, and worst of all, Daeron was blind to the error of his ways. Still, there was no point in pressing the issue, not yet anyway. Taking in the sight before him, Gwayne held little doubt that the King had already ingested far too much wine - wine from the Reach. It hadn't been easy to secure this much Arbor Gold from the Redwynes, and the Lord of Highgarden was once again reminded of the fact that his efforts to win the King's favour were all for naught. "If you'll excuse me, your grace. I have to be taking my leave, but for now, I hope you enjoy the feast. The responsibilities of a King are not to be laughed at." Gwayne bowed his head in a gesture of respect, before turning to leave. Almost instantly, that cordial, pleasant facade of his fell - slipping into one of quiet resolution. The snub tonight was no small matter, and with the Stark boy as Hand, there was no telling what kind of trouble he'd get the Seven Kingdoms into. Daeron might've thought John a good choice, but it was clear to everyone that he lacked the experience and political cunning to truly succeed. Maybe, just maybe, such a sentiment would be enough to sow discord amongst the lords and ladies, and draw them to his side. Surely, no one wanted the events from two centuries ago to happen again? The realm had nearly been ripped in half by the War of the Five Kings - an event worsened tenfold by the foolish bravado of knights and warriors. With people like these in power, it seemed like history was doomed to repeat himself. For now, though, all Gwayne could do was see how things unfolded, and perhaps, entertain the propositions thrown his way.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen gave a sullen look before grinning slightly, "Your father would be proud, you know that? Puttin' friends and family first. As for me my Lord I'll follow you through the seven hells if you'd ask me". Cullen looked around and gave another rare smirk before adding, "For now though let's enjoy the night. For tomorrow you work as Hand begins" Cullen turned to the nearest serving girl and yelled, "You there! Is all you have this weak wine? Bring your strongest for my lord and I!" Vaz Varakko Listening in on the various conversations Vaz managed to hear a number of interesting topics of discussion. Topics he'd happily make use of tomorrow, as for now he wished to enjoy what little time he had here. There was a myriad of valuable items in the hall. Items that Vaz was sure these nobles would go crazy for if they realized they were gone, not that it bothered him anyway he'd already be out and on his way to the nearest buyer. Stepping through the crowd he managed to swipe quite a few things on his way to the door. "You'd think they'd keep a closer eye on these things..oh well too bad for them but fortunate for me", he smiled as he exited the Red Keep and strode on his way back to the tavern. Despite finding no employer he did manage to earn enough for a good meal and a few whores.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark The Next Morning Lord John Stark of Winterfell It had been a long night filled with drinking. John was currently draped across his bed, breathing rhythmically. A servant crept quietly into the room and roused the young lord, earning a curt nod and a thank you. John slowly got dressed, allowing the grogginess to creep away, waiting for the next early morning rousing. John had slept in the Tower of the Hand last night, as had most of his entourage. His mother was awaiting him in the dining room where a meal was awaiting him. Shiera was feasting by the window, looking up every now and again to watch him. He took a seat across from his mother, offering a smile. "John, your position as hand is both a blessing and a curse. The Tyrells won't like it. Many people won't. You're young, and they don't trust that. However you wield a lot of power now. I hope you'll use it wisely. I'll be off for Winterfell in a few hours. I know you'll do fine here," his mother said, smiling at him. John breathed in deeply before releasing his breath. "Mother, I'm worried that I won't be able to do this. Daeron is... he's..." John struggled to find the words. He knew them deep down, however he wasn't sure that he wanted to speak them. Finally he made a decision. "I'm worried Daeron won't be a good king," he said. His mother responded with pursed lips. She was thinking. Finally she spoke up. "Don't write Daeron's destiny before he has a chance to pick up the quill. You are the king's Hand. You make sure he doesn't turn the realm to ashes. I'm confident you can do that whether or not Daeron is a good king. John nodded as he stood, having finished his meal. He brushed himself off and Shiera padded over, ready to follow him around for the day. John thought about today's events. There would be a tournament later, a celebration of the coronation that would last for a few more days. John began to exit but turned to his mother before he did. "Please tell Cullen that I'm rousing the king and that he should meet me in Daeron's quarters should you see him. And please write when you get to Winterfell," he said. His mother smiled and nodded and he made his way towards Daeron's room. Lady Gemma Baraetheon Gemma had retired early the night before, not interested in waking up with a pounding headache that would follow her throughout the day. She prepared herself for the day, brushing her hair and dressing in one of her mother's old dresses. Gemma wished she would be allowed to participate in the tournament, however it was restricted to those of lowborn origin. While the crown had treated Baraetheons like shit for two centuries now, they were still of noble blood.Gemma began wandering the halls of the Red Keep, her blue dress flowing behind her as she looked for some entertainment until the tournament began.</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob awoke with a disgusting taste in his mouth and a pain in his neck. Looking down he saw that he had shifted in his sleep and knocked his pillows off, leaving himself with a kink in his neck. Standing his naked frame tensed and then shivered, before he yawned and then scratched himself. Walking to the side he pulled forward a brass bowl of water and a towel. Saturating the towel he then rung it out before wiping himself down. He was entered into the tourney that day and so was in no mood to properly clean himself. Instead he washed away the sweat and grime from the night before and then dressed in some loose fitting white linen. Walking down for an early breakfast Jakob sat down in the designated table for the Riverlords, he was down before the others and had the best of the food at his fingertips. Crispy bacon, watered wine and warm bread was all like a salvation to his parched mouth, enjoying every mouthful; he was almost sad to see some of the other lords arrive. Most just gave him a nod, he had earned some respect with the meeting last night, now he needed to show he could lead them. Finally finishing his food he made his way out onto the field of the tourney. His tent had been set up a few nights ago by retainers he had sent earlier, and his gear was being brought in as he sat and went through the days events with his page. He had hoped to see some other houses before he fell asleep however he was sure he would get the chance today. And hell if he could win this tourney, well he had always loved winning.</s>
<\|description\|>Age House Family Skills Weaknesses Weapon Title Personality Bio Other</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers. In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity. As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion. "Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She giggled at his comment about his sigil and then opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Lord Tyrell appeared. She bowed to him and then said, "My name is Khailey Lannister, my lord. I am the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, whom I trust you have met before." She listened to the exchange between the two lords and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the jape that Lord Jakob made. She hoped that no one noticed, and she cursed herself for not showing more composure.</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden If Gwayne took any offence, he didn't show it in the slightest; instead, he let a small chuckle escape him as he pretended to be amused by Jakob's little joke. The Frey seemed awfully pleased with himself, but if he thought something so trivial would ward him off, he had another thing coming. Returning his smile, Gwayne formulated a reply - one that he hoped would make Jakob think twice about running his mouth off. "I assure you, my lord, the King makes all of his decisions independently. He simply knows who his friends are." Gwayne's golden-eyed stare never left Jakob for a moment - a simple technique he'd picked up over the years. A flickering gaze meant weakness or submission, and something like that wouldn't be comely of the High Marshal of the Reach. "And yet, the same can't be said for everyone. I've heard some… dreadful things about the affair in the Riverlands. It was your kin that the guards found in the Trident, wasn't it? …I can hardly believe it myself." His brow furrowed just so, lips pressed into a thin line, Gwayne appeared the very picture of tepid concern. In another life, he might've made a gifted mummer, but he was momentarily distracted from this little charade of sympathy when the Lannister girl introduced herself. "Ah, yes. Vernan's girl. Your father has spoken of you many a time, my lady - only good things, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move. "Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John nodded to the knight as he replied to John's question. John then answered politely that things were as good as ever in the North. But maybe not for long. Being Daeron's Hand could bring unwanted attention from other Houses John thought to himself. "Who do you expect to gain the title of Hand?" John asked Vernan. Maybe other Lords' thoughts could move Daeron in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident . Ser Vernan Lannister The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow. "Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John grimaced at what the Lannister said of his thoughts on who should be named the Hand. "I was worried that you would say that," he said. He knew that if Daeron offered him the position he would be forced to accept. It wasn't a job that you could say no to. John sighed as the chatter continued. He noticed the knight's daughter heading over. She had the famed locks of gold that Lannisters were known for and she was quite the beauty. John bowed as she approached. "My lady," he said, flashing a charming smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron had finished his walk and was now ready to begin the ceremony. He notified his guards and the others that would need to be present at the occasion. He waited outside the door of the throne room, a black cape fitted over a red tunic. He took a deep breath as he marched in, the Kingsguard at his side. He took his seat on the Iron Throne. It was a cold, uncomfortable thing but his face showed no sign of his feelings. The coronation was quick. Maester Arran conducted it and then placed the crown his father had worn atop his head. He smiled as he realized what came next. The Lords of Westeros swearing fealty to him. This would be quite fun. Daeron was handed a list of the Lords who would be bowing the knee to show their house's respect. He shouted out the first name on the list, "Gwayne Tyrell!"</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled at her father as she approached and then stood at his side. Then when she saw John Stark, her smiled changed from dutiful to something more real. "I don't believe that we have truly met before, Lord Stark, but I know who you are. The last time that I saw you, I was still a child, but now I am a woman grown. My name is Khailey Lannister, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you properly." Before long, the coronation started and Khailey fell silent as she watched in utter boredom as the ceremony went by. She didn't have patience for things like this, but she made sure to keep a smile on her pretty face the whole time just as her father wanted her to. She had to remind herself to keep her poise at all times because she never knew who might be watching her.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John smiled at Khailey. "And it seems you already know of me," he said after she introduced herself. Before they could continue their conversation, Daeron and the Kingsguard entered, and the room fell silent. Daeron was coronated and soon, the swearing of fealty began. "John Stark!" John's name rang through the hall and he marched dutifully up to the front of Daeron where he took a knee and bowed his head. When he stood again, he said in a powerful voice, "The North swears it's fealty to you, Daeron Targaryen, the one true king." The rest of the ceremony passed quickly and soon the sun was descending from it's perch in the sky. The lords and ladies had time to rest before the feast and so John was on his balcony, his hand stroking his direwolf, Shiera's, head. The wolf had been brought up with his luggage and was waiting patiently when he had returned from the ceremony. "Shiera, Daeron has yet to come speak with me. Maybe this means I won't be named Hand of the King after all," John hoped aloud, the winds bringing the scent of the sea to his nose.</s>	<\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden Before their conversation had a chance to go any further, a hush fell over the crowd. A little ways from where Gwayne stood, Daeron was escorted into the Great Hall by the Kingsguard, their polished, white armour casting quite a nasty glare. Still, Gwayne knew better than to just stand there, gawking, and he bid a quick farewell to Jakob and Khailey. In just a few moments after the coronation, the lords and ladies of Westeros would be required to bend the knee, swearing fealty to their new King - even if it was just a needless formality. So, it was with no small degree of relief that the coronation itself passed by quickly. The trip from Highgarden had taken quite a bit out of him, and Gwayne would prefer retiring to his quarters as quickly as possible before the feast. But alas, this swearing of loyalty to the King was something else entirely - its priority far outweighing any need for rest. And so, Gwayne stepped forwards when his name was called, approaching the Iron Throne and taking a knee. "House Tyrell's loyalty to the Crown never wavers, your grace. We swear our fealty to the One True King." The rest of the ceremony passed by in a blur, and Gwayne nearly lost count of how many times the phrase 'the One True King' had been repeated. Only a few others had really caught his attention, one of them being the young Lord Stark. It was clear for all to see that he and the King were close. Perhaps a little too close for comfort. If John were to become Hand of the King, well, that would prove quite the inconvenience for House Tyrell, wouldn't it? Northerners always had such silly ideals - of honour, of courage - the last thing they needed was another war.</s>
<\|description\|>Age House Family Skills Weaknesses Weapon Title Personality Bio Other</s> <\|message\|>Adrienne Nymeros Martell Princess Adrienne Martell There was a sudden force from behind her, forcing her a few steps forward to balance herself. The wine sloshed in her cup, some spilling to the floor before she had a chance to right it, and people jumped back to avoid getting wet. The moment of chaos was small and almost immediately a servant had appeared to clean the spill. Turning to see the cause of it all she was faced with a man she did not know, but that was hardly a surprise. She spied the figure of the Twins though, and then she remembered his face from him swearing fealty. "Do not worry, my lord, the hall is busy and, well I am quite short." She said with a gentle smile, her words carrying the lilt of the Dornish accent. "I am Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, a pleasure to meet you." The Freys had never been of a concern to the Martells, partly due to the distance but mostly because the Freys had seemed more concerned with each other.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John began making his way down to the feast, Shiera at his side. He had spoken to Daeron only a few minutes ago. John would be the Hand. As much as he tried to make himself seem unworthy, Daeron disagreed. And what Daeron wanted he received. John entered the feast, Shiera padding along silently, gaining looks from the nobility that was unaccustomed to the pets that Ned Stark and his children had popularized in the North. "My boy!" John heard the shout from across the room and glanced up to see his uncle, Lord Jon Umber making his way over. He grinned and hugged the man, smelling the wine waft off of his figure. They discussed the new king for a few minutes before his uncle brought up the appointment of a Hand. "All the gold in the Seven Kingdoms that it's you boy," he said, gaining a halfhearted laugh from the Stark. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma was enjoying the feast immensely. Her cup was always filled and the food was beyond amazement. She was pleasantly surprised by the spectacle the Targaryens had produced. But it wouldn't matter to her in the end. She wanted the downfall of the Targaryens, much like the Lannisters, or so she heard. She'd be happy to work with the lions though, if it meant her name went down in history as the woman who slew the king. She made her way over to where the Dornish princess and the Frey lord were speaking, silently joining the conversation. It was part of her job to make rounds ad let everyone know that she was still their friend. The Baraetheons weren't exactly the king's favorite house. Any allies were useful, especially when there was grumbling of war.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey was a bit stunned by the way that Lord Jakob had reacted. She brushed a loose lock of hair out of her face as she watched him leave. She then turned and made her way to her room, shutting the door behind her and slipping out of her dress before putting on a nightgown and sitting on her bed. She thought about his words. She wasn't scared of the Targaryens. Her father had already told her that he meant to someday make certain that she was queen and that her son would sit upon the Iron Throne. Then she wouldn't have to worry about anything, especially not listening to the gossiping of lesser women. Ser Vernan Lannister He hated feasts like these, especially when he had so many other things on his mind. Sitting at a small table in the corner of the room, which the servants had brought out to him because his bad leg made it hard for him to stand for too long, his eyes scanned the crowd like a lion would scan a herd of antelope, looking for the weakest one to pick off. He didn't trust this rabble. How could he? Many of them were still loyal to the Targaryens or too scared to admit that they weren't. Sitting at the table with him was his most trusted friend and ally, Ser Lothor Clegane. The man was an imposing bull of a man with a short, well-trimmed beard, dark eyes, and not a single hair on his head. He sipped his wine slowly and stared at the cup when he wasn't. This wasn't a man who enjoyed simple comforts. He was a warrior, and knew next to nothing else. Ser Vernan leaned back in his chair and sighed, hoping that this farce would be over soon so that he may leave. He felt that they should just get it over with and confirm everyone's suspicions that the Stark boy would be the new hand. Why waste all of their times? While watching the crowd, he noticed the Lord of the Crossing speaking with the Dornish Princess. He had seen the man speaking to his daughter earlier and wondered where she had gone off to. She better not have gone back to her room.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob tried to give a warm smile to his new Dornish acquaintance however his eyes were still quite dry and so the appearance was of an obviously fake smile, when in reality it was genuine. Running his hands over his face, Jakob chuckled at her mention of her own height. At least this was a lady who didn't take herself too seriously, much like young Khailey, and it was a nice change from most of the ladies that came from the Riverlands. As she introduced herself Jakob made a slight bow and then stood upright again, holding his spine slightly straighter than before. A natural reaction to anyone of a Great House. Reaching too one side Jakob plucked a new cup of wine from a platter and offered it too Adrienne. "Well Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing. I don't suppose we'll ever have properly spoken. Dorn is practically a different country to the Riverlands. I apologise for my discrepancy earlier, I am in quite the rush. The Twins very rarely boasts a guest list quite like this and so if I wish to network, one must do it now. For example with a Dornish princess. How goes Dorn?" Just then another woman arrived, for Jakob he couldn't believe his luck, but then his mind returned to business and he looked the newcomer for a sigil. He then spotted the Stag and knew it was one of the last Baratheons. Jakob was openly surprised that any remained as he knew how much the Targaryens had lost to Robert over 2 centuries ago. "Evening, my lady. I did not think the Baratheons would want to be here. However it is always a pleasure. If you do not mind, I was just asking my young friend here about Dorn. Perhaps after you may tell us of the Stormlands?" With these two new parties Jakob's mind was spinning with possibilities and plans. With the conversation looking to take a turn that he wanted Jakob leaned over and asked an orderly to find and bring Ser Vernan Lannister. This may quickly become a conversation he wanted to be part of.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister An orderly had told him that Lord Jakob Frey had asked to speak with him. Vernan struggled to his feet and made his way over to the Lord of the Crossing with Ser Lothor Clegane at his side. Vernan did not like to be summoned like some squire. Lord Jakob was lucky that he wished to speak with the man, otherwise he would never have come. Ser Vernan was a knight and soldier first and foremost, he didn't much care for all of this political nonsense. But he wasn't incompetent either, and knew how important that it was. He approached Lord Jakob and the two women that were with him, the Dornish Princess and Lady Gemma, the latter he had met before. "You wished to speak with me," Ser Vernan said to the Frey with an even tone that betrayed nothing about his distrust for all three of those present.</s> <\|message\|>Adrienne Nymeros Martell Princess Adrienne Martell She accepted the wine with thanks, taking a small sip to show her appreciation. She didn't fail to notice how the smile didn't reach his eyes; she was aware not everyone smiled easy but she was also aware it could be hiding more. For her part she kept a small smile, it was a day for celebration after all, or at least it should be. No doubt some were cursing the new king in the shadows. Before she could reply another woman approached them, and Adrienne spied the stag. Baratheon, a house of former glory. "My Lady." She said in recognition of her presence before answering Jakob. "A man who does not take every opportunity he can would be a foolish one indeed; you are forgiven, Jakob Frey. And Dorne is as it always has been, hot and dry though fairer smelling than here. We do not get many visitors so far south, so yours is among the many new faces I have seen today." The arrival of the Baratheon girl hadn't pleased Adrienne but she was not as great of a threat, not here and now. But the arrival of the seasoned Lanniser knight unnerved her more. His presence was intimidating as it was and the tone of his words made his feelings clear. In Dorne she would walk among the vipers with no fear, but now she found herself surrounded by beasts. These were no friends of hers. "I ought to find my father, he could be worried." She said, with the same gentle smile. "It has been a pleasure." And with that she turned to leave.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron was enjoying the feast immensely. His face was red with laughter and wine, having drank his fill while talking with an attractive young women of high born blood. Suddenly he spied his mother striding over to him, a look of disgust was visible only to those who knew her well. As good as his mother was at politics, she hated parties of this sort. She clasped a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "It is time to announce your decision," before walking off. He cleared his throat and said his goodbyes before walking up to the front of the room were he notified a servant to get the attention of the party goers. A deep gong rang through the room, the servant having rang a large brass cymbal to get the attention of the lords and ladies. The room grew silent, the only noise the heavy breathing of drunken men. "And now for the highlight of the evening, the Announcement of the Hand. My father always told me that you should trust your Hand more than you trust yourself. Well the person that I have chosen is most certainly the most trustworthy person I have ever met by far. I'd like to present to you all, the new Hand of the King and the most loyal man I've ever met, John Stark!" Daeron shouted throughout the room. Many guests cheered and turned to John who gave them curt nods while his direwolf sat next to him proudly as if she knew what her master now was. With that Daeron stepped down and his guests went back to eating, drinking, and gabbing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon "I'd love to, but I must warn you, the Stormlands aren't nearly as interesting as Dorne," Gemma said in response to Ser Jakob's request for a description of her homeland. Soon however, the well known Ser Vernan had joined their group. She smiled and said, "Hello Ser Vernan. Enjoying the feast I expect?" Inside however she was bursting with joy. She had heard that the Lannisters were in search of a war and she was in search of a new king. This could be a perfect time to ally with the lions. It had been done before. Hopefully now however they refrained from fucking their siblings. That was a tradition best left to the Targaryens. Just then the king decided to announce the Hand of the King as John Stark. No surprise there. The two had been inseparable for many years. A shame however. She'd met the Stark boy a few times and he seemed like a pleasant boy, a good warrior even if he was slightly inexperienced. It would be a shame if he got caught on the wrong side of the war. When Gemma turned back to her group she noticed that the Dornish princess had left. No matter. Gemma thought that the Frey and Lannister were he best bets at striking a deal anyways.</s>	<\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden Despite the endless chattering of everyone around him, Gwayne's thoughts were occupied elsewhere. The food on his plate had barely been touched, and idle small-talk was the last thing on his mind. In just a few moments, the King would announce who his Hand would be - the second most important event after the coronation. Hand of the King might not've been the most glamorous job in the Seven Kingdoms, but no one could deny the power that it bestowed upon its holder. And King Daeron was already surrounded with Tyrells, the odds of him getting chosen were high, right? Aunt Olenna and Lyonel must've did their best to put in a good word for him. Surely the King could see the wisdom behind choosing a politician instead of a warrior for Hand? Still, even with such comforting thoughts, Gwayne couldn't help but feel a sense of dread well up in him as he watched that Stark boy stride past him, accompanied by that hulking direwolf of his. Starks... Don't they know to leave their pets outside? But he knew better than anyone than to underestimate these Northerners. They had been the ones along with the Baratheons and the Lannisters to overthrow the Targaryens in centuries past. The War of the Usurper was the bread and butter of historical scriptures, and Gwayne had to wonder - would Daeron really give the position of Hand to one with the blood of traitors running through his veins? As King Daeron took his place at the front of the banquet, Gwayne watched on eagerly. If he became Hand, the Tyrells and their bannermen would be set. But in just a few short words, all those years of careful planning came crashing down into a heap of nothing. The Stark boy was Hand? This was... this was preposterous! The whole of Westeros knew how much Gwayne coveted the position, and he'd been meticulous in presenting himself that way. But it seemed like the King, above all else, valued loyalty. And apparently, loyalty was enough to make up for the many shortcomings the Stark boy had. Still, it was all he could do to smile and clap for the new Hand of the King. To seize power, he simply had to bide his time, and perhaps, add a few drops of oil to the fire. No doubt the Stark would stumble right into the heart of some political scandal, sooner or later, and that was all he would need to convince Daeron that the boy was unworthy of his position. For now, though, he decided to approach the King, have a little tête-à-tête with him in the guise of a congratulatory comment. It was an easy enough affair to weave through the crowd of rowdy lords and ladies who'd had a touch too much wine, and Gwayne soon found himself at Daeron's table. Shooting a quick, questioning glance at the Queen Mother, the gesture was barely noticeable as Gwayne quickly returned his gaze to Daeron, a smile on his lips. "I didn't have a chance to congratulate you, cousin - I'm sure you'll make a great king."</s>
<\|description\|>Age House Family Skills Weaknesses Weapon Title Personality Bio Other</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John was nervously sipping his wine and stroking Shiera's head when he was approached by his vassal, Lord Cullen Sunderland. The man greeted him solmenly, his head bowed in respect. John's spirits were raised at the sight of a fellow northerner. Cullen had been a good friend of John's father and was currently a god friend to John, even one of his most trusted advisers. "It's alright Cullen. You didn't miss much except for the announcement of the new Hand. Also known as the man you're staring at," John said, sighing before taking a swig of wine from his cup. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron smiled as his cousin, Gwayne, came up to him and offered his congratulations. He and his cousin were close but the age difference between them always kept them distanced. Daeron had known that Gwayne wanted the position he had just rewarded to John but he felt more trust for the Stark than his cousin. "I hope there are no hard feelings about the announcement I just made. It was quite a difficult decision but at the end of the day, I know John better than I know anyone. I can trust him to help me run a kingdom," Daeron said, his face flushed with intoxication. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma wasn't entirely surprised at Vernan's response to her plan. It was no secret that the lions hated the wolves but she still thought he could put that aside for power. No matter. The Frey had presented a good plan. If they could get the Martells behind them then they may have a shot at winning this war. "Alright Frey. Find allies, then a king. Sounds good. With that I bid you farewell. People might begin to think we're conspiring over here," Gemma said, flashing the knight a smile before drifting away.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen's eyes widened as he looked up in surprise. For John to be named Hand of the King meant he'd have to stay in King's Landing. A place Cullen knew was not for his Lord. This place was home to liars, plotters, and cowards. This was no place for a northman much less the Lord of Winterfell. Things were changing and not the way Cullen had hoped. "Congratulations my Lord. I assume this means you will be staying in King's Landing?, he asked. A serving girl came near with cups of wine but Cullen waived her away, "Forgive my boldness my lord but this place is not kind to men like us, the powers that rule here could make The Red Wedding look like nothing. With you here in King's Landing who will take charge of Winterfell?". Cullen made sure not to speak so loudly so as not to attract the attention of unwanted listeners. His hope right now was that he'd be able to convince John to step down from Hand of the King. The North needed John more than these southerners, besides the king could choose another Hand. The boy was sure to have a long list of people waiting to kiss the king's ass.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John chewed his lip nervously. Of course, John had thought of these things. He knew Cullen would much rather him be at home where he was safe. "Cullen, I know you don't want me here. Frankly, I'm terrified. I grew up here and still, I don't think I can take on this nest of vipers. But Daeron is my friend. And he's dealing with a realm of vipers. So if I am truly a Stark, I will help Daeron in any way I can until he proves himself unworthy of that help. I will keep the position for a while longer. I can always resign if it proves too much. My mother will rule the North in my stead. However I was hoping Cullen, that you would stay here with me. My household guard can only protect me to a certain degree. I need someone with my best interests at heart, someone who I trust with my life. I need another set of eyes and ears. I'd hope that you'd be willing to do that for me," John said, looking over at his vassal.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob returned to his own people once the conspiring was done, the Riverlords seemed to have slowed the drinking to a stop and a few gave Jakob a quiet nod as he walked past. Finding a table Jakob sat down and invited Tristan Tully over. "I see you spread the word quickly my friend, did any refuse?" Tristan thought for a moment and then shook his head. "No Jakob, a few minor banners did but once the more powerful families agreed they soon came on board. But people want to know what's up. SOme think you mean to kill them for some strange reason. I am trying to dispel that rumour but the fact remains that people don't trust you. You must have big news for them to even consider hearing past your first words." Jakob nodded and grabbed himself another drink, he might as well enjoy himself now, before making a decision. "If they cannot wait neither shall we. My room upstairs is big enough for the more notable of lords to join me. I grow weary of this party any way. I shall retire and there the lords, including yourself may join me." Tristan's eyes went slitted and he stared Jakob over. "Fine Jakob but your men stay with the other guards, and your sword stays where we can all see it." Jakob nodded his acceptance quickly, damn fools, before standing and making his way to his room. It was a short walk and by the time he was at his room some of the other lords were already there. Opening the door he allowed each man in and they took a position around the edge of the room. Checking the room over for any serving boys or maids Jakob then decided to speak. "Riverlords, over two centuries ago we joined the North in it's fight for independence. A 'King in the North' they would cheer. Not a king from, or for, the Riverlands. For that reason we were punished, forced to live under the thumb of the Baelishes, who tax us and tariff us. Not a family from the Riverlands, but one from kings landing." Jakob's rhetoric had improved since his ascent to Lordship. "Does King's Landing know how the Riverlands is run? Have they ever stood knee deep in the Trident? Or watched their loved ones disappear to the water upon their deaths? No to all of these questions! And yet still the king believes that we should be ruled by this family. No longer. We have an...opportunity. An opportunity for a number of changes, the Lannisters desire the throne, and as far as we should care they can have it. The Riverlands hasn't prospered under the Targaryens, nor has the Vale. I have been in contact with the Lannisters, for our support in whatever may come. The Baelishes will be gone, a new Overlord of the Riverlands will be chosen, and the Vale will receive a New Lord-Protector." There was a few muted claps from the Lords however most stood in silence for a moment. Then Tristan spoke up. "Jakob, what you speak of is treason, and we cannot abide that. Last time we spoke of this was the War of Five Kings and that ended up with the Baelishes. If we fail this time what other misfortune will befall us? How can you make this worth our while?" Tristan was already falling out and the Riverlord were falling away with him. "Because we cannot change the Baelishes or their oppression without fighting it. The king is happy for it to remain and so is everybody else who follows him. But I cannot expect you to do this alone, the Stormlands and Westerlands will also fight with us. Alongside this, I wouldn't expect commitment until allies are certain. We also are looking to bring in the Tyrells." With that the mood changed, the Tyrells were a real force to be reckoned with and with their support people were now interested, they saw a chance. "My lord, if you can assure the Tyrells then the Riverlands and the Vale will fight with you. If not, then you definitely will not have the Vale. And the Riverlands will not fully support you without them, though we may follow the Tullys if they were to join." And with that the lords begun to file out. It seemed the conversation was over, it hadn't gone entirely as Jakob had wanted but there was an agreement in place. With that Jakob made ready for bed. He would stay awake for any more meetings however he was not going to return to the party.</s>	<\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden "Oh, come now. There's nothing to worry about." Gwayne began, waving his hand in a gesture of dismissal - the very picture of benevolence. "If you think Lord Stark would make a good Hand, then I support your decision wholeheartedly." Ah, children and their naïveté. It seemed to him like the King no idea idea what consequences his actions would have - which he had to admit, was not very reassuring. Two reckless, foolhardy seventeen year-olds ruling all of Westeros? That sounded like a recipe for disaster, and worst of all, Daeron was blind to the error of his ways. Still, there was no point in pressing the issue, not yet anyway. Taking in the sight before him, Gwayne held little doubt that the King had already ingested far too much wine - wine from the Reach. It hadn't been easy to secure this much Arbor Gold from the Redwynes, and the Lord of Highgarden was once again reminded of the fact that his efforts to win the King's favour were all for naught. "If you'll excuse me, your grace. I have to be taking my leave, but for now, I hope you enjoy the feast. The responsibilities of a King are not to be laughed at." Gwayne bowed his head in a gesture of respect, before turning to leave. Almost instantly, that cordial, pleasant facade of his fell - slipping into one of quiet resolution. The snub tonight was no small matter, and with the Stark boy as Hand, there was no telling what kind of trouble he'd get the Seven Kingdoms into. Daeron might've thought John a good choice, but it was clear to everyone that he lacked the experience and political cunning to truly succeed. Maybe, just maybe, such a sentiment would be enough to sow discord amongst the lords and ladies, and draw them to his side. Surely, no one wanted the events from two centuries ago to happen again? The realm had nearly been ripped in half by the War of the Five Kings - an event worsened tenfold by the foolish bravado of knights and warriors. With people like these in power, it seemed like history was doomed to repeat himself. For now, though, all Gwayne could do was see how things unfolded, and perhaps, entertain the propositions thrown his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Vaz Varakko Age: 27 House:Targaryn Family: * Izzo Varakko was Vaz's father and a direct descendant of one of the Dothraki warriors that came with Daenarys Targaryen across The Narrow Sea. Izzo wanted a child who would carry on the Dothraki culture in Westeros as his father had done with him. Izzo died when Vaz was 18. * Jaide Blackwood was Vaz's mother and before that was a simple farm girl. Izzo had been traveling across Westeros when he discovered Jaide's family farm. At first Jaide's parents did not approve of him due to his ethnic background but eventually learned to love him. She died during childbirth. Skills: Training in horseback riding, hand to hand combat, sword wielding, and stealth. Weaknesses: Vaz is not a schemer. He does not have these long thought conspiracies. He leaves those to his employers and mostly improvises as he goes along. This leaves him open to manipulation if he does not see it at first. Weapons: The Varakko Family Arakh Title: None Personality: Vaz doesn't care much for political scheming and intrigue. He'd much prefer to simply remove a problem when it presents itself or seek out a potential one. As a mercenary he isn't bound to any oaths, and hates it when an employer thinks they can treat him however they like because they hired him. The highest bidder wins...most of the time. Other times he declines for his own reasons whether it be personal or simply him not being in the mood. That covers his work eithic, as for who he really is it can be said that Vaz is very reserved. He is not one to boast or look for attention. He simply wants to do the job, get paid, and enjoy the rewards. Bio: The only son of Izzo and Jaide, Vaz did never felt his mother's love. He only felt the strength of his father's will. Izzo trained Vaz in the ways of his people almost constantly. The relationship between the two of them was not of Father and son, instead it was mentor and student. This lack of compassion formed a man without compassion. At age 18 with the death of his father, Vaz abandoned his family's home and began his life as a sellsword. He did not care for his family's legacy, it was just stories from a long time ago. He was focusing on the now and that meant making his fortune, bedding women, and enjoying what life had to offer for those who sought out its pleasures. Other: When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die Cullen Sunderland Age: 34 House: Stark Family: * Jorah Sunderland(father) was a descendant of Eric Sunderland, a soldier in service to Robb Stark. Serving throughout the entire war until the Red Wedding where he died. As for Jorah himself he was a respected soldier in Lord Brandon's army and despite not being a general or officer. His renown later earned him a position as one of Lord Brandon's generals and he served faithfully with honor. * Sofina Sunderland(mother), formerly Sofina Harroway, was a handmaiden to the late Lady Maege Stark. She fell in love with Jorah despite her parents disapproval and were married. Jorah passed away a few years after the death of their youngest child leaving Cullen to provide for the family. Sofina passed away recently. * Evit was the second oldest in the family but died shortly after Jorah as a result of one of Cullen's endeavors. * Sister: Open Skills: Extensive training with one-handed weapons and horseback riding Weaknesses: Cullen's temper is arguably his worst trait. He is easy to anger and often Weapons: Title: The Dread Wolf Personality: Cullen's past has shaped him into a cold man. He almost always has a scowl on his face and seems to be in a perpetual state of anger. Despite his brutish demeanor Cullen is more than a man who sees everything as a nail to be hammered down. The warrior does know when the utilize more subtle actions. However this does not mean that Cullen is one to betray his allies, in fact it is quite the opposite. Whatever deed is deemed too dirty, low, or dishonorable by his superiors Cullen will gladly perform out of undying loyalty. Bio: As firstborn of the Sunderland family Cullen was always meant to be the head of the house once his father had passed. The boy was trained from a young age in swordplay so that in the event of a war he'd survive. Cullen was not only meant to be the eventual head of the family but also his father's successor as a general in John Stark's army. However all the preparation did not soften the blow of Jorah's death. Cullen was overwrought with grief and it set him down the path that would shape him to be the man he is today. Cullen did not take up the position of general immediately after his father's death. Instead he roamed the north, hunting bandits and other plagues on society. He saw the atrocities these men would do to the innocent and it made him a cynical man. However instead of giving up hope and becoming a drunk Cullen was inspired to serve The Warden of the North to the best of his abilities. Not to remove injustice for he knew that was impossible, no he would serve in order to maintain order in this chaotic and brutal world. Other: When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen gave a sullen look before grinning slightly, "Your father would be proud, you know that? Puttin' friends and family first. As for me my Lord I'll follow you through the seven hells if you'd ask me". Cullen looked around and gave another rare smirk before adding, "For now though let's enjoy the night. For tomorrow you work as Hand begins" Cullen turned to the nearest serving girl and yelled, "You there! Is all you have this weak wine? Bring your strongest for my lord and I!" Vaz Varakko Listening in on the various conversations Vaz managed to hear a number of interesting topics of discussion. Topics he'd happily make use of tomorrow, as for now he wished to enjoy what little time he had here. There was a myriad of valuable items in the hall. Items that Vaz was sure these nobles would go crazy for if they realized they were gone, not that it bothered him anyway he'd already be out and on his way to the nearest buyer. Stepping through the crowd he managed to swipe quite a few things on his way to the door. "You'd think they'd keep a closer eye on these things..oh well too bad for them but fortunate for me", he smiled as he exited the Red Keep and strode on his way back to the tavern. Despite finding no employer he did manage to earn enough for a good meal and a few whores.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark The Next Morning Lord John Stark of Winterfell It had been a long night filled with drinking. John was currently draped across his bed, breathing rhythmically. A servant crept quietly into the room and roused the young lord, earning a curt nod and a thank you. John slowly got dressed, allowing the grogginess to creep away, waiting for the next early morning rousing. John had slept in the Tower of the Hand last night, as had most of his entourage. His mother was awaiting him in the dining room where a meal was awaiting him. Shiera was feasting by the window, looking up every now and again to watch him. He took a seat across from his mother, offering a smile. "John, your position as hand is both a blessing and a curse. The Tyrells won't like it. Many people won't. You're young, and they don't trust that. However you wield a lot of power now. I hope you'll use it wisely. I'll be off for Winterfell in a few hours. I know you'll do fine here," his mother said, smiling at him. John breathed in deeply before releasing his breath. "Mother, I'm worried that I won't be able to do this. Daeron is... he's..." John struggled to find the words. He knew them deep down, however he wasn't sure that he wanted to speak them. Finally he made a decision. "I'm worried Daeron won't be a good king," he said. His mother responded with pursed lips. She was thinking. Finally she spoke up. "Don't write Daeron's destiny before he has a chance to pick up the quill. You are the king's Hand. You make sure he doesn't turn the realm to ashes. I'm confident you can do that whether or not Daeron is a good king. John nodded as he stood, having finished his meal. He brushed himself off and Shiera padded over, ready to follow him around for the day. John thought about today's events. There would be a tournament later, a celebration of the coronation that would last for a few more days. John began to exit but turned to his mother before he did. "Please tell Cullen that I'm rousing the king and that he should meet me in Daeron's quarters should you see him. And please write when you get to Winterfell," he said. His mother smiled and nodded and he made his way towards Daeron's room. Lady Gemma Baraetheon Gemma had retired early the night before, not interested in waking up with a pounding headache that would follow her throughout the day. She prepared herself for the day, brushing her hair and dressing in one of her mother's old dresses. Gemma wished she would be allowed to participate in the tournament, however it was restricted to those of lowborn origin. While the crown had treated Baraetheons like shit for two centuries now, they were still of noble blood.Gemma began wandering the halls of the Red Keep, her blue dress flowing behind her as she looked for some entertainment until the tournament began.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob awoke with a disgusting taste in his mouth and a pain in his neck. Looking down he saw that he had shifted in his sleep and knocked his pillows off, leaving himself with a kink in his neck. Standing his naked frame tensed and then shivered, before he yawned and then scratched himself. Walking to the side he pulled forward a brass bowl of water and a towel. Saturating the towel he then rung it out before wiping himself down. He was entered into the tourney that day and so was in no mood to properly clean himself. Instead he washed away the sweat and grime from the night before and then dressed in some loose fitting white linen. Walking down for an early breakfast Jakob sat down in the designated table for the Riverlords, he was down before the others and had the best of the food at his fingertips. Crispy bacon, watered wine and warm bread was all like a salvation to his parched mouth, enjoying every mouthful; he was almost sad to see some of the other lords arrive. Most just gave him a nod, he had earned some respect with the meeting last night, now he needed to show he could lead them. Finally finishing his food he made his way out onto the field of the tourney. His tent had been set up a few nights ago by retainers he had sent earlier, and his gear was being brought in as he sat and went through the days events with his page. He had hoped to see some other houses before he fell asleep however he was sure he would get the chance today. And hell if he could win this tourney, well he had always loved winning.</s>	<\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen had awoken with the sun and was assessing the security of the Red Keep. The guards at the main entrance were on edge as they should. They were the first line of denfense for the King. It was the inner patrols he had a problem with, the men looked lazy, relaxed, apparently they believed their posts to be unnecessary as they took their patrols as seriously as an afternoon stroll. This would have to change and fast. "Guards! What in seven hells do you think you are doing?!", Cullen barked at a couple of guards on patrol by the gardens. They stood up in attention with haste, anyone with the gall to speak to them in that manner had to be of importance. "W-We were just on patrol, sire", one of the guards replied with a nervous look about him as he stared straight forward not daring to make eye contact. "You mean to tell me that that white excuse for a patrol was your average day of duty? If the two of you had as much discipline as you had energy to gossip then all of King's Landing could be guarded by you two alone!" "Apologies, mi'lord we did not mean-" "Oh so you did not deliberately mean to ignore your duties, you were just too incompetent to stay on task!", it appeared to Cullen he'd have to train these two all over again. "Your spears should not lean on your shoulder, they either are straight up or tilted forward to quickly meet an opponent. Your shield can never be hanging by your side it must always be in front of you to reduce the time it takes to bring it up to defend. When patrolling the two of you must constantly be checking the edges of your vision, you will see a direct attack but it is the ones from behind and the sides that will mean your end if not careful...well? Get to it!" The guards quickly corrected their errors and waited for Cullen's approval, once they had it the two guards quickly headed off, hoping to put as much space between themselves and The Dread Wolf. "...southerners", Cullen remarked before a courier came forward with a message. "Sire, Lord Stark requires your presence. He awaits at the King's chamber" "I'll head there now", Cullen didn't waste time getting to the King's chamber. Once there he met John outside the door and nodded before saying, "You sent for me, my Lord?"</s>
<\|description\|>Theo Age 20 Appearance: House: Connington Family: Father: Ronald Connington (deceased) Mother: Bethany Ryswell (deceased) Older Brother: Ron Connington (deceased) Younger Brother: Jon Connington is a little bit of an opposite to Theo, he's a great fighter using a battle axe but is quite dumb. He's 16 years old. Younger sister: Brienne Connington is a shy girl at the age of 12 Skills: Theo enjoys sword play and archery and usually can hold his own in a sword fight but he isn't really special at these skills. Theo is naturally gifted on horseback, probably coming from his mother's side, especially when jousting is involved and as already won a tourney. He's smart but isn't really interested in anything too academic. Weaknesses: Theo's main weakness is that he can be lazy at times, often putting work off until it's vital to do. Sometimes he can be stubborn when believes he is right, taking a lot of persuading to change his mind. Weapon: Title: The Lord of Griffins Roost and The Young Griffin Personality: This is actually Theo's best quality, he can make a friend out of almost anyone and his bannermen and the smallfolk that are from his lands love him already. He is easy going, will be cool headed when it's hectic, amazing at reading situations, has a good sense of honour and it takes a lot for him to get angry. History: Since The War of the Five Kings ended, the Connington family have become the second biggest family in the Stormlands from Jon Connington being at the side of the young Aegon as he ascended the throne marrying Daenerys. 200 years later Theo Connington is now the Lord of the household after his older brother was executed for treason after paying an assassin to murder his own Father. Before this happened Joseph was fostered by Lord Benjamin Tarth of Evenfall Hall, who knighted Theo. There were also four other boys who were fostered on the island along with him were he became good friends with all of them, along with Lord Benjamin's son and bastard. Jamie Storm was Theo's closest friend and travelled back to Griffins Roost were he became the captain of the guard. Theo didn't want to become a Lord especially at the age of 19. He wanted to travel the world before he would of had to get married to a small Lords daughter and become a Lord of that house. He mainly wanted to travel to the north to see the wall and his mother's side of the family. Also he hoped he could try and get a direwolf pup from a family in the north. He doesn't really have time for that now, being too busy sorting everything out in his lands after his Father's assassination. Since he moved back to The Griffins Roost, Theo has been in love with a handmaiden around the same age as him who looks after his sister and they have been seeing each other, but he knows he'll need to find an actual wife soon who comes from nobility like himself. For the past year his men have started to call him The Young Griffin. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Theo Lord Theo Connington, The Lord of Griffin's Roost As Theo walked into the dining hall, for breakfast, were all the Stormland Lords had gathered. He seemed to notice that the Lords had split into two groups, the first group followed the Baratheon's and the others followed the Conningtons. Since the War of the Five Kings ended the Baratheon's had started to loose influence over the Stormlands and the power slowly started to build up for Theo and his family. Theo took a look around and then sauntered over to the table where his brother and captain sat eating, he took a seat next to his brother and slapped him on the shoulder, "Ready for your first ever tourney today little brother." Jon looked up from the table with his mouth filled with all sorts of food barked, "Not even sweating, will be a piece of cake." Food flying out of his mouth and landing all over the table. "Gods Jon finish your food before you speak, I swear you have the manners of a pig." Jamie Storm, the bastard of Evenfall Hall told Jon shaking his head. Theo started to chuckle as people overheard the conversation and started to laugh among themselves at Jon. The boy's face went as red as his hair. Taking a big gulp of wine from a flagon next to him, washing down the food he quietly replied, "You don't have to announce it to the room." Shrinking into his seat. "And yes I'm ready, I think I'll do rather well to be honest, I only had five drinks last night so my heads not pounding as much as it could of." Theo sighed at him. "Yes you're the regular God of restraint Jon, how did you ever manage to drink so little?" He stared at his brother for a second as he carried on to eat and then continued, "And don't eat too much as well, you don't want to end up throwing up if you get hit in the belly today, you'll never get that smell out of your helmet." Jon trying to bargain with his brother said, "Just let me finish this loaf please." "Jon that's your third loaf!" Jamie looked at him in shock. "Alright come on Jon lets go or Jamie can drag you kicking and screaming but I don't think all of these beautiful woman here will find that very manly of you." Theo stood back up grabbing a glass of wine and walked to the end of the table. His brother and captain walking behind, knowing his brother would not start complaining. As he reached the end he announced to everyone in the room, "Lords and Ladies I'm off to get ready for the tourney now. We will all have a drink together tonight when the tourney as finished. Anyone who is competing today good luck and let the warrior bring you courage." He smiled and lifted his glass into the air then took a sip, everyone did the same, with a few shouting good luck. "I'll see you all tonight." After this he turned around and headed for the door to get ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gemma Baraetheon Lord John Stark of Winterfell John stood, grinning at Daeron. The king had been dressed in an appropriate manner for the tourney, though it had taken some time. He had to convince Daeron that he couldn't participate, a fact that the king loathed. "What's the fun in being king if I can't join a god damned tourney," the young dragon had said. John then told him that being king wasn't fun, and that he should just put on his clothes. With Daeron ready, John marched him out the door, towards the tourney which was to begin soon. "Thank you Cullen for watching that door he said. I'll be seeing you at the tourney," the young lord said to his faithful vassal. As he and the king strode through the courtyard and towards the grounds, John finally felt that he might have a shot at this Hand business. The two took their seats at the top of the bleachers. While Daeron commented on who would be competing today, John was paying more attention to who was here. His mother had always told him that every Stark before him had trusted to much and looked too little. He was determined not to do that. He looked out over the crowd, looking for anyone who he thought was suspicious. He failed to realize that the vipers in King's Landing were far harder to spot. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon of Storm's End Gemma had finished her walk through the palace and was soon found by her handmaiden, Jeyne. "The tourney is about to begin m'lady," said the girl. Jeyne was young, 17 at most, and very pretty, a trait rarely found in those of lesser blood. Gemma had met Jeyne during the last civil war in the Stormlands, a silly dispute in which a group of mercenaries rallied some lesser lords and attempted to take power from her family. Gemma had been wounded in a battle and been carried to a nearby farm by her men. There, Jeyne and her family had restored her to full health. As a gesture of thanks, Gemma had taken the girl in. As Gemma and Jeyne walked with the crowd, Gemma's blue dress flowing behind her, Gemma thought about the events of last night. The Freys and the Lannisters both wanted the king gone. She wanted her house restored to it's former glory. They had a common enemy, yet they had no right to wage war. Finding enemies of the king would be hard, at least enemies with any power. But the Martells may yet to be persuaded. She and Jeyne took their seats as the tourney began to start.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Vaz Varrako The smell of sex and wine perforated the air of Vaz's tavern room. He awoke from his much needed slumber after last night to find his voluptuous friends still there. The three lovely ladies lay still asleep on him and on another. The jewels from the party last night were very much worth it, despite the fact he spent more of the money on whores than on food. "Excuse me ladies but I need to be getting ready for work", said as he gestured for the girls to leave. They scurried out leaving Vaz to acquire his effects and head out the door. Today was the day of the tourney, and since he couldn't take part in the melee Vaz figured now was as good a time as any to finally reveal himself to his future employer. That night in the Great Hall he had been listening very closely to the multitude of conversations within. Nobles wanting to kiss the ass of the king, others pouting over the king's choice of The Hand, but the conversation that interested him most was a plan to usurp the throne. Indeed Vaz knew that this was an endeavor not taken up by any random enemy of the throne. This was held by those with much power and with great power comes vast sums of gold. Gold that they would use to enploy individuals with skills capable of making their dreams of the throne reality. Fortunately for them Vaz was that sort of man and for a price he would make their dreams a reality...or not and simply run with the gold when things went south but he'd wait and see first. Arriving at the tourney he waited and watched for the conspirators he heard from the night before. At first he could see no one, too many faces in the crowd but then he spotted her. The Baraetheon girl, the one who was talking who Vaz believed to be Jakob Frey. Oh yes she had no love for the King, not after what his house did to the Baraetheons. Practically turned them into another House Frey and now the Baraetheons are another shit house after how far they've come. T'was a reality of this dangerous game they played and in truth the only winners were the ones who becomes king and the killers they hired who survived long enough. Vaz took a seat beside her and prepared to give the little speech he'd been practicing on hos way here. "I never liked the tourney. Well not ones like these, they never include freeriders. I bet if I was in there I'd win come out on top without a single scratch on me. That is after all what I'm best at, fighting and coming out on top. And for a woman of your...conspiring interests I could be a great asset to you...for a price. Vaz Varrako: sellsword, bodyguard, assassin, spy, and drinking partner at your service", Vaz was quite proud of himself. He didn't mess up at any point during that. If the girl was smart she'd hire him. Anyone who knew this information about her was dangerous, especially if the king were to overhear it.</s>	<\|message\|>Theo Lord Theo Connington of Griffin's Roost Sun rays pierced through the gaps in the tent were Theo stood in the centre getting ready for the upcoming tourney. Jon and Jamie sat off to the side. Theo's armour was basically on with his squire, Richard Kellington a skinny boy of twelve who was given to Theo to foster when he first became Lord, tying up the last strap. It was full plate armour with the main colour being a dark red and the joints and the laces being white, the two colours of his family. The helmet in the shape of a griffin was lying dormant on the table next to his gauntlets. "When can I have armour that looks like yours and when can I have my own squire? I can't be bothered to wait for you to get ready before I can get ready." Jon complained letting out a sigh and shuffling impatiently on his seat. "Seven hells Jon what is wrong with you today, stop acting like a child. Richards more mature that you and your twelve years his senior. Besides you've not even been knighted yet, I'll make you squire for Jamie if you don't stop complaining, you're lucky you're even competing today." Jamie burst out laughing at Theo's response, just from the shocked look of Jon. Richard let out a little giggle. "Please don't make me a squire, I want to compete." Jon shouted to Theo close to getting on his knees and begging. "Then shut up." Theo replied, as he let out a little laugh shaking his head at his brother, looking like he was close to breaking down. He turned back around moving his body about, testing his armour to see if it was fitted properly and that nothing was loose. "Good job Richard. Anyway if you do well today, I might find a smith in King's Landing who would be willing to make you a new suit of armour." "Really?" Jon stood up shouting the question, his eyes wide open with joy and a massive smile on his face. "Yes." Theo said smiling at his brother. "Only if you do well… and only if you start acting chivalrous, you're representing our house. I don't want people getting the wrong opinion of us if you're acting like a spoiled brat. You understand?" Theo told his brother with a firm look on his face. "Yes I understand." Jon said, trying to act serious but not being able to contain his excitement kept letting out a little smile. "Good. Now get ready. I'm going for a walk and having a look at the grounds." Theo told everyone in the room as he headed for the exit. "Do you need me to come with you my Lord?" Jamie asked before he left. "No I'll be fine on my own, look after him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble." Theo pointing at Jon. He nodded his head at everyone then left the tent. When he walked outside he realized how warm the day had gotten. He looked around to see his horse tied up to the side, Theo walked over to the massive war horse and started to stroke his ear. "You okay fella. Ready for today?" The horse let out a little whinny as Theo continued to scratch him behind the ear. His coat was a light grey with the odd patches of white. Theo then gave one final scratch and left. The ground keepers were doing their final preparations as Theo arrived at the tourney grounds. He walked over to a plank fence and rested his arms on it and started to think of the day to come, it's going to be a long day.</s>
<\|description\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Age: 17 Power/ Limitations: Alchemy The ancient metaphysical science/mystical art of manipulating and altering matter by using natural energy. This act is known as "Transmutation" and its sequence is usually described as: 1. Comprehension - Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within. 2. Deconstruction - Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. 3. Reconstruction - Continuing the flow of energy so as to reform the material into a new shape. The proper application of this craft requires not only a full understanding of chemistry and ancient alchemical theory, but also a sort of natural talent towards recognizing and manipulating the physical objects with energy, which require uncommon levels of intelligence and aptitude. It is a science and as such is subject to certain laws and limitations, all of which fall under the concept of Equivalent Exchange: "In order to obtain or create something, something of equal value must be lost or destroyed." In standard practice, Equivalent Exchange is separated into two parts:  The Law of Conservation of Mass, which states that energy and matter can neither be created from nothing nor destroyed to the point of elemental nonexistence. In other words, to create an object weighing one kilogram, at least one kilogram of material is necessary and destroying an object weighing one kilogram would reduce it to a set of parts, the sum of which would weigh one kilogram.  The Law of Natural Providence, which states that an object or material made of a particular substance or element can only be transmuted into another object with the same basic makeup and properties of that initial material. In other words, an object or material made mostly of water can only be transmuted into another object with the attributes of water. In order to begin an alchemical transmutation, a symbol called aTransmutation Circle is necessary. A Transmutation Circle can either be drawn on the spot when a transmutation is necessary (in chalk, pencil, ink, paint, blood or even traced in dirt) or permanently etched or inscribed beforehand, but without it, transmutation is generally impossible. Personality: Fairly sweet and gentle Kaya is friendly and always willing to help out when someone, friend or stranger needs help. Sometimes her soft heart and generous, trusting, often naive nature can mean others can easily take advantage of her. It rarely seems to lower her mood though and she's rarely seen being sad or down. She dislikes conflict and rarely uses her powers unless the situation calls for it and never against someone in a fight, even sometimes in sacrifice of defending herself. History: Both of Kaya's parents were heroes back in the day, her Mother having the ability to communicate with and control plants, whilst her father was an exceptionally powerful alchemist. However during a seemingly simply mission there was an accident and her mother lost her leg when it was crushed by a building. She retired opened a small florist. Her father remains an active hero and travels a lot, so he isn't home often. Having moved to the quieter suburbs from the big city after the accident the family was able to settle down and have a child. Kaya herself has grown up in the house she currently lives in and discovered alchemy at a very young age. Her father was not around often, but all of his research, notes and books were and as soon as she was able to read on her own the girl began studying them and her mother did nothing but encourage the natural gift she possessed. As a child she found herself often picked on for being a book worm, always studying alchemy and was often picked on. It was through those events however that she met Bryant, so it was never something she complained about. As it stands now she has developed none of the plant based powers her mother has, but according to her father she may surpass his power soon. Appearance: Fairly short in height and very slim in size; Kaya has long, waist length dark caramel brown hair and powerful butterfly blue eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya rolled her eyes and pointed a finger at him threateningly. "You better be." She warned again. It was mostly an empty threat. If he did get hurt she'd probably be more worried about him than mad. She'd be mad later when he was recovering. To his credit, Bryant was a very capable fighter. Careful wasn't exactly the word she'd use to describe his fighting style, but he was good enough that he could get himself out of the trouble he often got himself into. It didn't mean she didn't worry about him though, a lot. Kaya was willing to bet he'd taken a good few years off her lie with the amount of worrying he'd caused her. It just sucked that power practical wasn't optional. Grace refused to use her powers for combative purposes, so whenever they pitted her against other students it always felt a little unfair; especially since she'd explained to the teacher numerous times she wasn't going to fight. She wondered if maybe he just saw that as a challenge though and was trying to push her to the point where she just snapped and used her powers. It wouldn't work. She was too level-headed for that kind of nonsense. "Come on then," Grace said as she checked her watch. "We may as well head over to power theory, lunch is about to end anyway."</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant groaned. Power theory was boring. Useful yes but boring. He didn't like it, he didn't want to go to it, he'd rather take a nap somewhere instead of attend it. He hated how the teacher droned on and on about the different powers in the world and how they worked... for the thousandth time! "Do I have to go?" He whined "That teacher is senile! He's really starting to piss me off! Can't I just ditch this lesson and go take a nap on the roof or something?" He knew the answer already but he was hoping against hope that Kaya would let him ditch this useless class and go take a nap or try something he had just thought up... lightning kunai! They looked like knives but when they hit something they would exlode into bursts of electricity... now he just needed to see if it worked.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya smiled and gave him a slight shrug. "If that's what you want to do." She told him, probably not something he'd expect from her but she figured it was their last year, if he really didn't want to go she really didn't want to be that whiney friend who made him. Kaya doubted she could make him go if he didn't want to anyway. Personally she didn't agree with it being a core subject anyway, since for people like Bryant it really wasn't useful. He was never going to learn how to use his powers by sitting in a classroom listening to a teacher lecture. Similarly to how her powers were mostly theoretical application. The practical part was really quite easy once you did all the theory work. Hence why she usually opted out of power practical. It wasn't hard, people were usually more than eager to get in the ring and she was easily overlooked. "Go have your nap." She said with a smile. "I'll see you in practical." The girl then turned and began making her way down the hall. Perhaps this wasn't the best start to the year for them. If anything she was just worried about how he'd go in the end of year exam. Theoretical assessment of his powers had never been Bryant's strong suit.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant spent the next hour away from school... and came back with a burn on his right arm. He had been practising something new and, while it did work, he needed to refine it quite a bit more before using it in an everyday manner. He knew that Kaya was going to kill him but he didn't care... he learned something new buy skipping school. Maybe he should try it during the power practical class? As he made his way down the halls while wrapping his arm in bandages he saw Kaya and froze. This was going to hurt more then anything. She was not pleasant when she was pissed off... and this was one of the things that would most definitely piss her off. He just hoped that she would be merciful to him for the injury he had... but he doubted it very much. She would most likely try and hit him several times before healing him... and then hitting him some more. "Heeeeyyyy Kaya..." He said nervously "I learned something new while I was gone... it hurt but I learned something."</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Not a lot of new content was covered in Power Theory today. Kaya didn't learn anything note worthy, so she figured it was fine that Bryant hadn't attended. As class finished up she made her way to the gym and sat up on the bleachers, watching as the other students spoke amongst themselves before she opened up her book and began reading over it casually. "Heeeeyyyy Kaya..." She looked up sharply, a frown already on her face before she even saw the source. She knew that tone too well. Bryant only ever used that tone when he'd done something stupid and gotten himself hurt. She stood up, snapping her book closed as she marched over to him, hitting him with the closed book on the shoulder. "I don't care what you learnt you big dolt!" She snapped as she placed the book down and took his arm, being a lot gentler with his arm. Leading the boy over to the bleachers she sat down and took out her marker. "I have half a mind to leave your arm like this." She muttered in an annoyed tone. "Nap my ass." She quickly drew a circle on the bench between them, filling it with intricate patterns before placing her hands on the circle, causing it to glow gently. Pulling away the girl let out a small breath before giving him a small smile. "You're lucky I know you're fighting today, I would have left your arm the way it was otherwise, teach you a lesson." She informed him as she wiped the mark away.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryants face showed his regret. He knew she would react like this but it still made him depressed to make her angry at him. He wanted to tell her how he felt but he could never get up the courage to do so. He either chickened out or he said something that he hadn't meant to and made her laugh. "I'm sorry Kaya." He said sadly "I was going to take a nap when inspiration hit me. I figured out something and had to try it out." That wouldn't help him whatsoever. If anything it would probably make her madder. He fully deserved to have her not heal his injury sinc ehe had done it to himself... he could have handled the pain and it wasn't debilitating so he could leave it till he got home later. If he hadn't have had a fight... wait? "I'm fighting in class today?" Bryant asked "Who am I fighting against? When is my match?" This was a good piece of news! Maybe he would get to fight those two bullies from earlier! That would make his day! He had several things he wanted to show off to everyone... and maybe he could show Kaya what he had hurt himself trying.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya looked up curiously as Bryant as he began asking her about his fight and she reached out and placed a head on his forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" She asked with a curious look. "Did you hurt your head or something when you were practicing? You told me that you were supposed to be sparring with Cody today… remember?" Sometimes he really worried her. One day all that electricity really was going to damage his brain or his body and no one was going to be around to help him. What would happen if one day it discharged in his heart? Kaya didn't want to think about what life would be like if anything serious ever happened to him. "Maybe you should sit out today-" She began before the door to the gym bust open and a very muscular man walked in, carrying a clipboard. "Alright!" He shouted, causing Kaya to flinch. "Mr Drew, your usual Power Practical teacher retired last year. I'm your new teacher, my name is Mr Steele. Now I've been told sparring was planned today… I'm not sure how this really works, do you guys have a roster or something?"</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Excited to have a chance at fighting Bryant stood up. "We usually just have whoever wants to fight spar in the ring." He explained "Sometimes he would select someone to spar if there were no volunteers or if only a few people had been volunteering for the past few days. He often times would randomly select two people to fight... sometimes he'd have pairs partner up for a spar." Mr. Steele nodded as he looked over the roster. "So are there any volunteers?" He asked "I know its the first day but surely somebody would be interested in a spar!" Bryant immidiately raised his hand at the same time as the boy who shoved Kaya into the locker earlier did. "Good! Then Bryant North and Cody Sero will spar in the ring." The 'Ring' wa sa large room that could shift into almost any terrain imaginable so as to give the students experience in any terrain they may encounter. Today it shifted into the ruins of a city. Rubble strewn across pockmarked streets, burtn out cars, some cars were on fire, smoke filled the air and half destroyed walls filled the area. Bryant shook his hands in preparatin as Cody stood across from him with an angry scowl on his face. "Your going to pay for earlier North." He growled as he got into a boxers stance. Bryant wasn't paying attentinon, instead he was examining a pile of shattered concrete nearby. "Hey! Are you listening to me!?" Cody shouted. "Huh you say something?" Bryant asked. With a shout of rage Cody punched forward sending a focused concussive blast towards him. Bryant quickly leapt out of the way and retaliated by sending a bolt of lightnig which was also dodged. Bryant then ran forward dodging several more concussive blasts before raising his left hand when he was ten feet away. "Electromagnetic Murder!" He shouted as he swung down. A wave of electricity went out but Cody was able to dodge it just barely. Cody then dashed in and managed to fire a blast right into Bryants stomcah sending him flying back several feet and into the roof of a burnt out car.</s>	<\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya sat back contently as Bryant leapt at the chance to fight Cody. It was a boy thing. She understood that. Well at least she understood it was something boys liked. She doubted she'd ever fully understand what they saw in it. Then again she'd also seen a lot of the girls take to it too. Then again Kaya had always been very mature for her age. Bryant… not so much. He probably wasn't immature, just the right amount for their ages really. He was a typical guy and she loved him ust the way she was. Blinking for a few moments Kaya realised what she'd just thought and blushed deeply, pulling her book up to her face until she heard the entire student body give out a big 'ooooh' and she looked up to see Bryant flying through the air and landing on a car, causing her to wince slightly. "Come on Bryant." She whispered softly to herself, never having been one to get up on her feet and shout out. Nor was she ever one to condone violence, she'd still rather see her friend win rather than the guy who bullied her. "Cody! Kick his butt!" She glanced over to see Ashley on her feet shouting, jumping and clapping. Kaya really hoped Bryant didn't mind she wasn't as openly supportive of him. Still, he knew her and her distaste for these physical combat classes and he never seemed to mind. At least she hoped so. Cody, at least, seemed to have improved a lot over the holidays. He had certainly never been this closely matched to Bryant before.</s>
<\|description\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Age: 17 Power/ Limitations: Alchemy The ancient metaphysical science/mystical art of manipulating and altering matter by using natural energy. This act is known as "Transmutation" and its sequence is usually described as: 1. Comprehension - Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within. 2. Deconstruction - Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. 3. Reconstruction - Continuing the flow of energy so as to reform the material into a new shape. The proper application of this craft requires not only a full understanding of chemistry and ancient alchemical theory, but also a sort of natural talent towards recognizing and manipulating the physical objects with energy, which require uncommon levels of intelligence and aptitude. It is a science and as such is subject to certain laws and limitations, all of which fall under the concept of Equivalent Exchange: "In order to obtain or create something, something of equal value must be lost or destroyed." In standard practice, Equivalent Exchange is separated into two parts:  The Law of Conservation of Mass, which states that energy and matter can neither be created from nothing nor destroyed to the point of elemental nonexistence. In other words, to create an object weighing one kilogram, at least one kilogram of material is necessary and destroying an object weighing one kilogram would reduce it to a set of parts, the sum of which would weigh one kilogram.  The Law of Natural Providence, which states that an object or material made of a particular substance or element can only be transmuted into another object with the same basic makeup and properties of that initial material. In other words, an object or material made mostly of water can only be transmuted into another object with the attributes of water. In order to begin an alchemical transmutation, a symbol called aTransmutation Circle is necessary. A Transmutation Circle can either be drawn on the spot when a transmutation is necessary (in chalk, pencil, ink, paint, blood or even traced in dirt) or permanently etched or inscribed beforehand, but without it, transmutation is generally impossible. Personality: Fairly sweet and gentle Kaya is friendly and always willing to help out when someone, friend or stranger needs help. Sometimes her soft heart and generous, trusting, often naive nature can mean others can easily take advantage of her. It rarely seems to lower her mood though and she's rarely seen being sad or down. She dislikes conflict and rarely uses her powers unless the situation calls for it and never against someone in a fight, even sometimes in sacrifice of defending herself. History: Both of Kaya's parents were heroes back in the day, her Mother having the ability to communicate with and control plants, whilst her father was an exceptionally powerful alchemist. However during a seemingly simply mission there was an accident and her mother lost her leg when it was crushed by a building. She retired opened a small florist. Her father remains an active hero and travels a lot, so he isn't home often. Having moved to the quieter suburbs from the big city after the accident the family was able to settle down and have a child. Kaya herself has grown up in the house she currently lives in and discovered alchemy at a very young age. Her father was not around often, but all of his research, notes and books were and as soon as she was able to read on her own the girl began studying them and her mother did nothing but encourage the natural gift she possessed. As a child she found herself often picked on for being a book worm, always studying alchemy and was often picked on. It was through those events however that she met Bryant, so it was never something she complained about. As it stands now she has developed none of the plant based powers her mother has, but according to her father she may surpass his power soon. Appearance: Fairly short in height and very slim in size; Kaya has long, waist length dark caramel brown hair and powerful butterfly blue eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Although Kaya tried to ignore the match as much as possible, pretend she wasn't interested and that it was stupid. Which it was. However her concern for Bryant was overwhelming as she heard the boys yelling and she ended up clutching her book to her chest as she watched. There was an instant, a fraction of a moment when she saw a look of pain cross Bryant's face, as well as a look of pride cross Cody's and her eyes fell to where his hand was and saw the strain on Bryant's arm. She'd spent enough time putting him back together to know his arm had been broken. "Stop the match!" She shouted as she stood up, however the class was rather riled up at this point so her shouts were drowned out by the plethora of screaming. Moving she attempted to make her way to the teacher. "He's been hurt!" She insisted, looking back to the match. He didn't look like he was in a lot of pain, but that was the way he worked. He had a very high pain tolerance. Eventually he managed to subdue Cody and the match ended, Kaya quickly hurried off towards Bryant, looking at him worriedly before she turned to look at Cody with a glare. "You really hurt him!" She accused angrily. "You knew what you were doing and you intentionally ignored the rules anyway." Cody simply scoffed and bumped Kaya as he passed. "Calm down. We all know you can put him back together again." He said as he went off to Ashley. Kaya frowned slightly before she turned her attention to Bryant, taking hold of his arm gently. "He shouldn't have done that." She said softly as she led him away from the training room to a place where she could heal him. "And you! What was that?! What is this?!" The girl demanded as she indicated to the burn mark on his arm. "Seriously if I did half the stuff you did you'd die of worry." She informed him as she began preparing to heal him. Putting the bones back together was actually the simplest part. Burns were actually the hard part. If Kaya got hurt nearly as much as Bryant did he'd never let her do anything either. "Sit still or you're gonna end up with things in places you don't want." She warned, an empty threat really. But it certainly made things easier for her.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant pouted childishly but didnt move. He knew he shouldn't have tried the Gigawatt Blades without practicing it some more but he wanted to show off. He was quite proud that he had managed to somehow solidify lightning into a slicing blade... well more like a burning blade but it was the same thing... sort of. He had gotten hurt much worse when trying new techniques before. "I'm sorry Kaya." He said calmly with no hint of pain in his voice "But I wanted to finish him in a way that wouldn't out him in the infirmary for the rest of the day. I know he deserves to be put in the infirmary for what he did but I'm better then he is and didn't want to stoop to his level." Truth be told he wanted to hurt the punk... badly. But he knew that Kaya would just yell at him even more. So he didn't. He had several ways to finish that fight without injuring himself but they woul have seriously injured Cody. "Alright!" Mr. Steele shouted after giving Cody detention "I will now select the next pair of fighters!" After a few seconds of looking over the roster he nodded. "Kaya Grant and Ashley Zell!" He announced "Front and center!" Bryant narrowed his eyes. If Ashley hurt Kaya like Cody hurt him... he may do something that would get him suspended.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya sighed loudly and rested her head on his shoulder once she'd done as much as she could. "You worry me so much sometimes." Sometimes it seemed like Bryant had no concern for his own safety whatsoever. She knew he did, and that he was usually very careful when he practiced… at least she hoped he was. But he didn't seem to care at all when he got hurt. He'd probably make a great hero one day if that was what he decided to do with his life. And honestly she could very easily see him being a hero. "Kaya Grant and Ashley Zell!" He announced "Front and center!" "What?" Looking up sharply her eyes narrowed for a moment and she turned to Ashley, seeing Cody saying something to her before she stood up and walked over to Mr. Steele. "Excuse me sir… with all due respect I've opted out of sparring since my first day here. I don't believe in using my powers against other people." There were a few other choice reasons she didn't use her powers, such as considering using them in a format like this to be a waste of time but she didn't want to insult the teacher. He seemed to have really been enjoying that last match, maybe too much in her opinion. Mr Steele looked at her and seemed… confused possibly, by her words but Kaya held a firm look. However he merely smiled at her and slapped her on the back. It was probably meant to be gentle, it wasn't. "Nonsense Grant. Sparring is a great way to learn new techniques; the practice will keep you alive one day in the field." Kaya was about to protest once more, stating that she had no intention to become a hero like most people here however someone took her by her arm and began leading her towards the training room. "Come on now Kaya, you don't want to fail the class now do you? They may make you repeat." Ashley said as the pair of girls made their way into the training room. Kaya stood there, her arms folded over her chest as she glared at the other girl. "I'm not going to fight you Ashley." The other girl simply shrugged slightly as she began circling Kaya, like a shark getting ready to go in for the kill. "Fine by me. It'll be that much easier to mop the floor with you." Her movements were quick, a sudden, lighting fast lash and Kaya barely had time to move out of the way as small arrows of ice headed straight for her. It seems Cody wasn't the only one who had been practicing over the holidays.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant seriously hoped that Kaya would at least try and defend herself. He was sure that she would get hurt pretty badly if she didn't. He knew she hated using her powers in most situations and he had never seen her use her powers offensively and only a few times defensively. He wondered exactly what she could do if she used them in a fight but doubted he would see anything. He moved closer to the sparring grounds so he could get a better view of what could happen and watched with an intense look. He was worried for his friend. He didn't know exactly what he would do if she got hurt but he was fairly certain it would end poorly for him and Ashley. He would probably end up suspended or expelled and Ashley may end up in the hospital. He just needed to keep calm.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant As Kaya continued to dodge and avoid Ashley's attacks she was beginning to become aware that she was going to have to do something. The match wasn't going to end until one of the parties was considered incapacitated and that didn't sound overly pleasant to her. She wasn't going to hurt Ashley, that went without saying. But she could think of plenty of ways to incapacitate her. She just needed a few seconds. All her Alchemy relied on her having some kind of alchemic circle drawn and activating it. However things like that took time. If they were rushed then there was a chance it could backfire on her. Ashley probably knew this; she wasn't giving her much time to do anything. Small ice particles continued to be fired at her and Kaya continued to dodge as best she could. A few passed far too close for her liking, grazing her arms, legs and face and leaving small red marks as blood pooled to the surface. Taking a risk she quickly made her mark in the ground at her feet, they were in some weird, rocky dirt terrain so she was easily able to draw things without the need of a marker. It was quick, Kaya having done it with her foot as she moved around. Hopefully Ashley hadn't even noticed it. Bryant would probably recognise this circle. It was one she used to heal him, a kind of variant to her usual alchemy that acted very differently to the normal stuff and could be used in very unique ways. Moving with a lot more intent now she quickly rushed at Ashley, which seemed to catch the girl off guard and the two moved to a more close range fight, Kaya only lingered love enough to make her marks before retreating, Ashley seeming to prefer to fire at her from a distance rather than give chase. Once back at her original location she quickly placed her hands on the first mark, causing a small explosion right beside Ashley, sending her sprawling to the ground. Taking a moment Kaya took out a pen and quickly drew something down on her hand. As the other girl began her composure Kaya placed her hands on the ground, which began glowing and sparking before the earth around Ashley began moving and changing, growing around her to encase her in a kind of hardened dirt cocoon where only her head was visible. Looking back as she was declared winner Kaya simply stood and left the arena. This was about as stupid and pointless as she had expected it to be.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant was glad that Kaya hadn't been hurt. He was also quite impressed a t what she had done to her opponent. It was very cool how she had trapped the girl in earth like that. And she didn't even seem to be trying very hard. What could she do if she actually tried to figth back? He bet she could be amazing. As she came closer he wondered if he should congratualte her. He knew she thought this was a waste of time and energy but she had done well. She could get mad at him in either situation and he wasn't sure what he should do. Eventually he decided that it would be better to congratulate her he smiled. "Hey Kaya. Good job out there." He said calmly "I know you don't like doing this kind of thing but you did well. Your plan was great and you pulled it off wonderfully. She never saw it coming." He meant every word he said. She knewhe wasn't the type to flatter someone and was quite truthful about his opinions.</s>	<\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya looked to Bryant as he congratulated her and she blushed slightly before shrugging. "Thanks." She said, deciding to just accept the compliment rather than try to dismiss it. She had done a good job, as stupid as she thought the exercise was. "I had an unfair advantage though. Ashley had never seen me use my powers. I've had years of watching her fight to know how she was going to act." She also knew how Cody fought and Bryant too but she'd never offered to give him any advice. He fought off instinct and feel. A methodical approach would just mess him up. As they made their way back to the benches she paused besides the teacher who had just instructed the next pair to get ready. "If you make me do that again I'll be lodging an official complaint." Kaya warned before she moved to sit down, wiping off the pen from the back of her hand. She had been lucky. Too many things could have worked against her fighting Ashley. As much as she had a plan, a strategy and was able to roughly predict the other girls movements there were so many things that could have disrupted her plan. It was nice to hear Bryant say she'd done a good job though, it didn't happen often.</s>
<\|description\|>Evan Finn Evan Finn "You might want to re-think that." Titles: Apprentice Scribe Social rank: Knight-born (technically a peasant I would guess) Job or societal position: courtly Scribe Age:20 Gender: Male Appearance: When Evan was younger, he was relentlessly bullied by his peers for having rather sharp, rodent like features, particularly with his pointed nose and smallish eyes. Most often, he would be called "Ratface" or some similarly charming appellation. To his pleasure, these features would grow less pronounced as he grew older, although not enough to shake the association with rodents. He has short unkempt hair, the color of which seemingly unable to decide between blond and light brown. His build is slight; taller than one might expect from initial descriptions. Personality: He is a fairly quiet young fellow, preferring to let others take the initiative in conversation and speaking only what he feels is necessary and only after some thought. He keeps to himself. Given how he grew up, he can be initially wary of people and holds a general disdain for physically imposing men. He'd rather avoid confrontations than try to get back at any aggressors, seeing as the amount of effort put into retaliating verbally or physically is simply not worth it. History: Simple enough, Evan is the only son of Sir Ilan Finn - a commoner turned guard turned captain of Winterhouse's guard, knighted for his distinguished service to Rikard Weade - and a maid in the keep's kitchen. When he was born, everybody expected Evan to take after his father, a stout man. But Ilan's child had been sickly, lighter than most babes when they were born. It would not be unexpected if Evan had died in infancy or even his childhood, with the harsh chill of the north. But he lived. His mother died of illness during a particularly harsh winter when Evan was barely 7. His father did his best to raise him alone, although admittedly Ilan could never bring himself to fully embrace what his weak son was. Although it was hardly Evan's fault, it was still a small shame for Ilan. His weak constitution as a boy ensured that he would never be a warrior, and rather than have him struggle with following his father's path Ilan had him placed under the care of the keep's Senior Scribe, Barnabas. Evan had no problems with the changes this brought about in his life. For one, it would mean the end of getting pushed around by the bigger boys and he would get to stay indoors. He came to greatly enjoy reading and learning. Under Barnabas' tutelage, he learned history, geography, politics, literature... In fact, his own level of education was almost on par with Rikard's children. He is set to take Barnabas' place, as the man was getting up there in the years, and his eyesight was starting to fail him. Given the nature of the Whiteland's masters, the position is somewhat superficial as the Weade preferred to take matters into their own hands, and that included letter writing, which would normally be a scribe's duty. As it was, Evan was mostly trained in record-keeping and occasionally preserving manuscripts and maps by copying them. Skills: Reading & writing, with a natural instinct for picking on subtleties and implications Dreams and fears: Once upon a time, Evan might have held dreams of becoming a knight known in all the lands for his prowess in combat and chivalrous nature. He has outgrown such desires for the most part. Now, he holds little ambition. As long as there is a warm fireplace, food at the table, and no prospect of violence, he is content. Thereby, no happiness would be gained by losing his comforts for any extended period of time. Favored equipment: Quill pens, ink and parchment. But most importantly, a sharp mind. Extra: Nothing to put here, really</s> <\|message\|>Joren Volkov Joren Volkov was a man fond of frowning, and often found himself frowning for one reason or another at any given time of the day. He grimaced in the mornings as he limped around his chambers, every step sending a jolt of pain through his leg -- the mornings were always the worst. By noon on even a bad day, Joren liked to think, he could outrun any other cripple in the Whitelands. In the mornings, though, he was invariably reduced to a slow shuffle on a good day or a cane on a bad one. As the years had passed, more bad days had started to come than good ones. He found himself frowning again by midday, drilling the paltry guard that had been left to garrison the castle since the late Duke had marched off. Mostly they were boys who had never left the village or fought someone with a body that wasn't made of straw, and Joren's frown would grow deeper as the men grew more tired. By the afternoon he would call off training and the guardsmen would go off to patrol -- or, increasingly, to drink in the village and chat with servants in the halls. Joren would continue frowning throughout the various council meetings and court sessions that he was able to attend, and that frown grew ever deeper on the day that the boy regent called the lords to him. It was a necessary formality, of course, but still one that might have been better off saved for when the new Duke, Joakim's brother Gregar, finally found the time to come back to his seat. A sixteen-year-old regent without a hair on his chin did little to inspire confidence in one's vassals. Regardless the day passed, and lords began to pour into the keep. Among those was an envoy of Joren's own family, some distant cousin or another, from whom Joren learned that his children were growing up well at home. He had often considered bringing them to the Wintershouse -- or perhaps even retiring from his position and going to them -- but the boy regent was in need of good guidance now if he ever would be, and so it was Joren's duty to stay. It was also his duty to keep one of his trademark frowns from becoming too apparent when Joakim had announced the army marching into the Whitelands, and Joren found himself even more taxed when the boy declared that he would be travelling to free a captured knight himself -- and that Joren would be accompanying him. It had been years since he had left the keep, to be completely honest, and he hadn't sat a horse in a good thirty years, with good reason. Regardless, he could hardly disobey, especially when Joakim had already managed to point out his leg and his horse issues in a single remark. And so Joren nodded in silence and resigned himself to a long trip on horseback to manage a garrison of unfamiliar soldiers who owed him no loyalty. With any luck the horse would fall to the right if it fell, and Lord Perris would not circle around to take the Wintershouse while everyone but the coin-counters and the drunken guardsmen were gone. After the meeting Joren met with his garrison, chose someone he was reasonably certain that he could trust to manage the guard, and then went off to see about finding a sturdy horse. One low to the ground, perhaps.</s> <\|message\|>Galen Gallatin Argos of Plios considered himself to be a religious man. He was, after all, a prominent priest of the church of the true faith and known throughout the Whitelands as a seer of good nature and true virtue. Still, in his many years at the helm of his various flocks Argos had come to find that religion and politics tended to mesh quite readily. He'd served as the personal advisor and spiritual councilor to a variety of nobles both high and low and found even more so now that he was getting on in age that his services were always in demand. Everyone wanted to know that their immortal soul would reach the afterlife, everyone wanted to know what their fortunes would be on earth. It was in this capacity as spiritual advisor that he'd been summoned to the capital of the Whitelands under mysterious orders. The note he'd received had contained a rather generous donation to the priest's sometimes affluent flock and promised there would be no shortage of work in that area in the near future. Furthermore the message had also contained some. . . suggestions as to the nature of his upcoming sermons. There really wasn't anything uncouth about changing the topic of his lectures and so, after some thought, Argos agreed. What would it hurt to preach a little fire and brimstone? In the few days since he'd gotten there the priest had spent his time worming his way into the courts and hearts of the various militaristic kinds. His reputation was not overwhelming but never-the-less his name was still recognized and many were willing to give a little coin to hear what words he had to say. In all cases he stuck to his previously set topic: the dangers of earthly authority, specifically authority which could be wielded by those who were incompetent or untrained in its use. Understandably this whole situation had instantly put him on the outs with the ducal court but really, that was just as well with Argos. His mysterious employer was continuing to send him bags of gold and so Argo was just as happy to continue flapping his lips. When Joakim and the ducal entourage prepared to depart that same employer made sure Argos had a writ of sanction by a higher religious authority to observe, report, and give council on the actions under-taken but the young liege-lord. It simply wouldn't do to have a proper young noble travel about without real religious overview? What would become of his morals? More than that if Joakim declined he risked the support of his barons by appearing a godless heathen. And so, as the journey began Argos kept yapping and Jaokim's just recently built-up position began eroding.</s>	<\|message\|>Evan Finn Tension hung heavily in air ever since word had reached them of Lord Rikard's death. It was also unlikely to dissipate soon, so mused Evan Finn, the informal Master Scribe. This was a most delicate time for the Whitelands, and especially for the young Weade Joakim. Already multiple parties were openly moving to take advantage of the current instability, The regent had reacted well enough, and Evan felt a small sense of admiration for the boy he himself was only a few winters senior. Joakim had acted quickly. Maybe not with as much surety as the Weade were known for, but it was sufficient for now. That didn't mean he was placing all his faith in the boy. Evan hoped Gregar arrived sooner rather later. It seemed as though they barely had time to mourn for Duke Rikard, although the formal ceremonies for that would probably arrive when the heir to the seat of Winterhouse, Gregar, returned. Evan had no news of his father, who had been among those accompanying Rikard. "The world stops for no one." Evan muttered to himself as he set about collecting the various relevant ledger books of the keep with the help of another apprentice scribe. Technically, he was still an apprentice himself. But dear old Barnabas had suffered some sort of fit and was currently bedridden. He had been in the towers when the first messenger crow arrived. It remained to be seen whether he would be well enough to continue his duties. "You say something, Finn?" called an older scribe from across the small room. "Nothing, Fletcher. Prepare the record books from last year in case the Marquis needs them. You'll be his errand boy when he arrives." Evan gathered the books in a small stack and bound a leather belt around all of them. He left the work to the other scribe. He had only seen the Marquis of Urik a few times in the past, and quite frankly, Evan didn't like the man. There was a saying about the Gallatins in the Whitelands - 'Everybody in the courts know what the Gallatins are thinking.' Even if Galen hadn't been born into that particular family, Evan didn't think his opinion would change. The man just irked him. Something in his countenance, the way he dressed... Winter's breath, he was no noble but as a northerner he felt no man should be that proud to dress that extravagantly! More and more it seemed to Evan that the northern breed was dying out with the way some of these nobles acted. As great apprehension he felt at thinking a man like Galen Gallatin was the one being put in charge of Wintershouse. it was not his place to speak out against it. After all, he was just a mere scribe. But somebody really should have. Setting aside his misgivings, he had a messenger sent to the marquis to inform his of his new position and had the servants told to call for him when he arrived. In the meantime, Evan had other work to do. He settled himself in the Master Scribe's study, and laid a thick, heavy tome on the main writing table. The book was rather simply titled, Historie of the Most Noble Weade Family. He set aside another table for his personal journal and gathered various other books and letters, another table for a lamp, before gathering his writing paraphernalia. The feel of the pen in his hand relaxed the scribe, and he spent a long while in contemplation before opening the tome to the latest blank page before carefully writing. 54th year of Passing, 21st of October -Scibe Evan Finn The land is strife with many ongoing conflicts waged in the name of His Royal Majesty King Etwine of Borhilon. The Ironhills, under the dominion of His Majesty and governed by Duke Perris of Harrighfield, saw conflict over the rights of ownership to a particular mine. Negotiations failed to hold, with the result that King Etwine issued an invitation to battle for the possession of the mines. His Grace, Duke Rikard Weade, Rikard the Just responded to the summons of his liege and brought with him twoscore of his own men, including his son and heir Gregar, joined by other nobles under his vassalage and their levies. Alas, Rikard fell in battle, leaving the Whitelands under the temporary rule of his thirdborn son, Joakim Weade. Rumors are abound in the land of Lord Perris' bullish use of power. Many suspect this conflict is merely a stepping stone to secure a greater hold over the land of Borhilon, darker rumors tell of ambitions for the throne. This is a turbulent time for the Weades, as Lord Perris makes a claim to Winterhouse's seat, affirming the idea of Lord Perris' hunger for more power. Lord Regent Joakim called a meet at the Winstershouse, whereupon various nobles swore their fealty to the heir apparent, Gregar. The following noblemen pledged their service and loyalty to the new Duke Weade... The room remained in silence, but for the flickering of the lamplight and the scratching sound of pen upon paper. Evan Finn went studiously about his task. History was unfolding.</s>
<\|description\|>Second East Common Tongue (as there's so many..) Ja'Kata JA-cath-TA - Hello, good day. Kla ul Kla-Yul - A firey spice similar to saffron Jhun'k'ai JeHUN-KI - The native name for the Second East Hassilia Ha-ss-Ill-E-ya - Mountain Beast</s> <\|message\|>Second East Rhoynar felt the putrid stench of charred flesh reach the nostrils of his memory, flexing against some of the oldest memories he could recall. Streets barricaded and cities closed to those infected with even a hint of the sickness that had spread like wildfire across the Second East and the land they stood in. His earliest memories of travelling in their slave cavalcade from one trading post to another, gathering hundreds of gold coins as they went, were haunted by the faces of those he hadn't even hoped to see. Skin stretched across bone, yellow and decaying. His memories showed him the sites of forlorn corpses, each with a thick yellow ooze pouring from their eyes and ears. The smell had been enough to choke on, thick and demanding in the back of the throat. There had once been a slave in their caravan caught with the plague, only to bring the death to all of those around them. Setting fire to thirty souls over one sign of the debilitating illness had been more than enough warning to a young knight and potential future house lord; the latter was now certain with death of his elder brother some years ago. His eyes moved from the lost village back to Illinfer. "How did it reach the mountains?" He asked sharply, somehow expecting his companion to have all the answers despite how unlikely that was. If the illness was still on the move within their home, it wouldn't be long until some trader brought it to Astipor. He dreaded to think of the consequences. Thousands of people and boats sailing between themselves and the trade hub Olas in the Second East. The Knight was protective of their home on the boarder. Most of its citizens were like him, barely any were native to the capital and its lands; most had sailed over at the thought of escaping the harsher life of the East. They were a sanctuary of an entirely different culture and in fifty years the city had changed entirely. Its size would have rivaled the capital now yet its architecture was changing. New buildings rose slowly, each a mile different from the older buildings within the city. It was a different world the further East you went. Rhoynar pushed his heels into the side of his mount and followed Illinfer along the road. They would have been a strange sight amongst the night of the countryside but time was of the essence and no doubt they'd stay in Astipor until he'd settled the bubbling paranoia he held in his stomach. It was an easy ride, despite its rural route. Forest paths, stone roads and muddy trails would lead them to the city, all at around a day's journey. If they kept up a relatively quick pace, they'd perhaps make it by mid-afternoon however no horse would deal with that journey distance without pause.</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith The warrior answered with a shrug before she darted off. Epona would manage a few hours but Ilinfer wasn't thinking of pushing her horse that hard. Sure enough she slowed her down after they had left the village far behind them and manoeuvred her horse to also slow down Rhoynars in the process. Riding directly next to each other, almost touching knees, Ilinfer smiled. "It's a terrible plague, but I think our healers will find a cure. They were close last time . . . This time they'll be motivated since they know of the consequences." The plague had been dismissed as illness of the poor and already sickly in the past. Until it had broken out in the entire country. It was then that the research had started for a cure. The guild had had a close watch on it's people. Many had died, also amongst the guild members. They had been cleansed in Ardebits fire so their souls could move on to another realm in peace. The northern woman inclined her head. "There is a forest up the road. Within is a clearing where we can make camp. It shouldn't be that far now. I suggest we let the horses rest there before we continue." The night had fallen upon the country, the sunset had been hidden by clouds, darkness falling suddenly until all that illuminated the world was the thin moon in the sky and the stars twinkling between the shadows of wispy clouds. Ilinfer thought back to when she had been at the clearing last. It had been on the journey home from a job well done in the south of the country. Her husband had been amongst the men escorting her back to the north. Back then they hadn't been married yet, but oh so in love! They had sat by the fire, drinking and singing, shyly holding hands amongst their comrades. Those had been merry days! A smile lingered on her lips as the memory of her early days as a warrior of the guild came back so lively as though it had been just yesterday. The sound of rustling leaves snapped her back to attention and made her turn her head in the direction it had come from. Her hand rested uopn her sword, muscles tensed in case of an ambush. Alongside the road there were low bushes and a tree every few miles. A lot had been cut down to make the main trade route leading from the north over Astipor and Eleusis to the south passable for big carriages. The road was mostly made of trampled earth and cobble stones around the cities. Here the hooves thuds were dampened by the dirt. A rabbit left the bush, darting in the low grass until it disappeared into the darkness. She relaxed her body a little, not letting her hand slip from her sword, though. Something had scared that rabbit from it's hiding and she was hoping it had been a fox . . . She gave Rhoynar a long hard look, a short nod and then jerked her head forward, indicating that they should continue with haste. It wouldn't be wise for bandits to attack them since they would easily be fought back. They should try to reach Astipor unharmed, however, since injuries would slow them down immensely.</s> <\|message\|>Second East The idea of the plague returning was a little too uncomfortable, yet Rhoynar forced himself onwards with haste. He had a duty and it was disappearing back towards his family. They didn't need the money he'd been offered. They needed to get out if what his friend had told him was true. They had an army but not one that was directly loyal to them. No man that bought his army from another man could say his troops were loyal. It troubled him.. Knowing that things weren't always going to be the same. He knew the ride ahead would give him plenty of time to think, not to mention the journey over the ocean. It wasn't a quick journey, but the salty air would give him the space to think. No matter what troubled him, the harsh and wild breeze of the sea had seemed to help. There had been a balcony in Astipor that looked directly out into the blue. He'd spent many a troubled evening losing himself in the breeze, as his father had too. It was quieter there, peaceful. Rhoynar was thankful when the clearly Illifer spoke about pulled closer. He needed the rest. They both did. His legs ached from the ride, thighs sore and tense. He dismounted and let his feet drop into the mud below, squishing instantly. Looking about he was thankful for the various spots of dry mud; at least they would have somewhere to sit. He turned his attention about, making note of what appeared to be an overused firepit made from stones, sticks, and shrubs from the surrounding foliage. It looked unused for some time, although he was no tracker. He could tell the difference between sand and a desert road but not on this country. It made feeling out of place a little worse. He gave a short sigh and continued to look about the clearing, waiting to see the tell-tale signs of life. Yet he saw nothing, no indication they would be suddenly joined. His attention turned as soon as his companion's did. One hand immediately dropped to his waist, gripping the hand of his sword with a tense grip. They didn't need a fight, no matter whether man or beast. He stepped carefully back towards his horse, his mind split between whatever was afoot and maintaining his balance in the wet mud. He reached the reigns of his horse and held them tightly, ready to mount as soon as he needed. His talent lied in mounted combat more than it did on foot, although with a sword the advantage was on the ground; pass him a spear however and his foe was a dead man. Brown eyes watched the hedgerow and waited, eyes darting between trees and into the darkness. He couldn't hear a thing to suggest humans were around. He turned his eyes to Illifer as she looked his way and silently agreed. Lifting one foot, he pulled himself into the saddle and pushed his horse forwards. He pulled his arm away from his body, fully revealing his sword. He wanted to be prepared, no matter what.</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith Ilinfer watched as Rhoynar mounted his horse and let his sword show. Then her eyes went back over the bushes. Someone was watching them. Just as she was about to charge forward to distract the potential enemy so that the knight could flee a whistle broke the silence of the dark night surrounding them. Two hands emerged from the bush. Ilinfer had her sword in her hand and her eyes trained on whoever had chosen to show themselves. "Let me deal with this." She said in a rather commanding tone, briefly looking to the knight before refocusing on the man that now stood in front of his former hiding place. The man was tall and had sunken cheeks, pale skin and even paler hair. He looked like someone who had experienced battles and had grown tired of them, giving himself up. Ilinfer squinted in the dark that was only illuminated by the stars and a thin sickle of moon. The man lifted his head and stretched out a hand towards her. He mumbled a few words and fire lit from his fingers, licking at his skin without burning him. Ilinfer had seen this power before. It was one of the few magic spells they taught warriors within the fire guild. She gasped in surprise as her eyes fell upon his face. She caught herself and breathed in deeply. Could it possibly be that she would meet her husbands best friend at the place they used to rest at so often? Now that the flickering flames illuminated the clearing the northern woman noticed that he was alone. It seemed rather odd for him to be alone and not with a smaller group or a companion. She also failed to see the guild pendant dangling on his chest. However she was wrapped in the sight, remembering the sad event when they had last met. It had been a funeral. She remembered the day as if it were yesterday: The cool last summer breeze dancing with her hair, a babe on her arm, softly sleeping, people in black, mourning, weeping. And the thick scent of rosemary and sage in the air, lulling them all in comfort as they said their farewell. It had been over a year ago. She'd heard that the man had lost himself and quit working as a warrior. The guilt had eaten him, she had been told, it had torn him apart. While these thoughts were crowding her mind she held her sword steady trained on the man whose hand was a living torch. Except for her surprised gasp she was her calm and assertive self. Her muscles were tense, ready to pounce if he should move. As a warning she spoke in a low and threatening voice: "Don't come any closer, Darren. I can't trust you right now." She wanted to say something soothing, something that would let him know she didn't blame him for what had happened - but now was not the time nor the place and she knew how dangerous a man could be when he thought he had nothing left to loose.</s>	<\|message\|>Second East Rhoynar held his sword tightly, regardless of Illinfer's previous comment. The blade was much longer than most, thinner too. It seemed to form a point much different to that of a normal blade. Swords like that existed beyond the Second East, used on the battlefields and on horseback. They were more inclined for throwing that cleaving like western blades. Rhoynar twisted his grip a little, more than ready to throw the thing if he needed to. It had always took Westerners off guard.. Throwing a blade instead of swinging it. Although, missing was a costly mistake and not one to make in combat with more than one opponent, not unless stealing another weapon was easy. The knight held his horse steady with one arm, glancing between the bush and his companion. The more time he spent with her, the more mysteries she seemed to carry. Here he was thinking she was easy to read and simple. Seeing two hands appear from the lingering shadows quickly made Rhoynar uncomfortable. The man looked armed and instantly set alarm bells off. It seemed far too much like an ambush... The woods and this time of day, it was prime real estate. The knight shifted his horse, altering his position to aid whatever the world wanted to throw at them. Today wasn't the day he was going to die. His attention turned back to the man when his palm sparked up like some sort of- it was clearly obvious the man knew magic. The situation made Rhoynar feel even more uneasy, like a sailor on a starless night. He turned his eyes to the man and pulled his mount alongside Illinfer's. Unless a bunch of others jumped from the shadows, two horseback riders should have been enough to sway any desires to attack the man had. Rhoynar kept his attention on the shadows, slowly becoming aware of their solitude. Moving his eyes back down, he pulled on the reins of his horse, giving way for the beast to slam its hooves on the ground before the man. It was clear the man's discomfort in their situation. He wasn't aware of the two's prior meeting until she spoke his name. Immediately Rhoynar turned back to Illinfer with an expression of confusion and misunderstanding. He pulled his horse's reins again and turned the beast to the side. "State your business." Rhoynar spat, joining in on the confusion and paranoia. "State your business." His voice rung out like a hammer hitting hot steel. The twang of his accent wasn't so clear anymore but it lingered in the air like their own distrust. The stranger seemed to be taking slow steps forward, despite Illinfer's blade. Rhoynar quickly lifting his own, holding it's tip beneath his chin. "Come any closer and I will slice the head of your neck." He spat, pressing the metal into the skin of the man before them both.</s>
<\|description\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith Age: 28 Race: Human Profession: Warrior Weapoms: Sword, Bow and arrow Special abilities: Circulus ignis praesidio (engl.: protective circle of fire) For those encircled and protected the flames are cold, for the enimies it sears the skin. It is about 7 inches high and can be drawn around up to three people. Aureola ignis (engl.: halo of fire) This spell strengthens Ilinfer so that she can strike faster and harder – being blessed by the goddess of fire Ardebit</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith Out in the hallway soft footfalls echoed from the stone walls, announcing the arrival of a third party. Weather scarred boots halted in front of the wooden door through which the muffled sound of two male voices could be heard. One of them seemed to be foreign to the capital, judging by the melody in his voice. Although the words spoken didn't carry beyond the room the voices could be identified. Surely one of them would be the lord Illyn Grey who had called upon the fire-guild for a fighter to protect his merchandise. The guild was known for accommodating blacksmiths, jewellers and warriors throughout the country. There were rumours about the latter possessing the ability to conjure fire – a gift granted to the bravest by the goddess Ardebit, patron of the guild. It wasn't uncommon for the higher folk to hire from the guild. For the special nature of this mission the community had chosen the former apprentice of the famous Shirtal. He had made a name for himself by battling alongside the king almost a decade ago. Now it was the turn of the next generation to prove their worth and loyalty. This particular warrior had ridden all the way from the village of Raki to the capital in half a day – the short notice preventing an earlier arrival. A knock sounded as the fighter rapped upon the door. The maid hurried to open it and beyond the wood a woman came into sight. She was a slender female with cool features yet warm steel coloured eyes. She was dressed in heavy boots that had seen better days, leather trousers and a leather vest that seemed to be covering a linen blouse. Her cape still hung from her shoulders it's hem dark as if it had been freed of mud just shortly. The other people in the room could get the impression that she had just sprang off her horse: Her cheeks were flushed and a curl of black hair tingled on her cheek. The woman entered the chamber and bowed deeply towards the men. In a clear voice that carried the vowel-emphasizing accent of the northern folk she spoke: "Ilinfer Blacksmith at your service, my lord. I was sent by Briavel, second of the council of Ardebit. He sends me on behalf of the fire-guild." After she had finished speaking she straightened her back and produced a scroll from under her cape. A attentive viewer could have noticed the sword, that hang from her belt and was visible for just a second as the folds of her cape shifted with her movement. Waiting for further instructions she stood there, scroll in her hands, eyes on the older man who was fairly dressed as she would expect a lord to be.</s> <\|message\|>Ser Rhoynar Daeron The old man lifted his cup to his lips, drinking the wine with a confidence that would unnerve some. His eyes stayed put on Rhoynar as the man admired the wealth of the room. The younger knight stopped on a object made a pure gold. It stood atop an old book, covered in writing he had not seen for decades. "It's-" The old man started before his 'friend' continued. "The hand of Elia." Ser Illyn watched him more cautiously as the foreigner edged closer to the artifact, a look of concern visible in his eyes. "I saw drawings of it as a child, once in Meerai." The City of Dreams. "The City of Thieves, yes. I hadn't expected your family to venture over across the desert." Ser Illyn commented. The man held his head high, eyes staring down the black haired knight. "My father took us when he traveled to buy an army." Rhoynar smiled and turned his eyes back to the Lord before him. "He used that army to take the keep at Astipor." "And what a glorious battle that was." "I don't need your approval, my lord. I'm here because you asked me to be. No one knows that desert like my people. You can't expect a soul to cross it without a guide." Rhoynar span at the sound of the door opening once again. The two men waited for only the briefest moment before the face of a young women fell before them both. Rhoynar extended the courtesy and bowed in return, unlike the man behind him. Ser Illyn remained completely stationary, two blue eyes scaling the girl from head to toe. She would do. It wasn't at all as he was expecting but it would have to do. He didn't have time to wait. He waved the girl inside and waved his maid out. The young girl darted out the door as if her life depended on it. "You're here for one reason. You were both told one thousand deniers for the safe return of what I want. If one of you dies, the other does not get their half." His eyes moved to Rhoynar as if judging his family's potential roots. The man would deny this, of course, his family was noble- now. "You will both go to Niska, beyond the Second East and bring back this." The man pulled open a book older than himself and turned the pages to face them. "This crown is worth more than this kingdom and both of your lives. I suspect six months will be enough. I will pay for your ship across the ocean. One hundred deniers should be enough." He produced a small leather pouch and placed it on the table. The coins inside bounced against each other, producing the jingle that all men felt compelled by.</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith The cold gestures and arrogant eyes of the old man upon her face made her clench her teeth together to prevent herself from barking at him. Except for the brief twitch in her jaw nothing showed from her inner brawl. With a nod she acknowledged the knight who turned out to be her companion for the next six months. The words of the lord sounded very harsh and Ilinfer had to think of the reputation of the guild. She truly didn't understand why this horrible person had to be so harsh. Whatever, the world was harsh, so why shouldn't the people be. The warrior listened carefully as he explained their objective. The pouch hit the tables surface with the typical jingle. Somehow it sounded like screams to Ilinfer. Conscious of what still had to be done she unrolled the scroll in her hands, offering the contract to the lord. It was custom to sign a contract with the guild, just to insure that the person fulfilling the mission would get their money in the end. Of course the lord would know this, had he surely called upon the guild before. The woman then retreated, turned to the knight with a nod and a fleeting smile. Then she took up position next to the door, crossing her arms across her chest and waiting until they would finally embark. She was itching for a fight. Mayhap she would start a small brawl in the next tavern after indulging in some beer or warm mead. With any luck she would be singing and dancing drunk with the crew of some ship . . . that was, if they allowed women on board. Sailors were very peculiar in that way. Hopefully the knight would just take the money and they could be on their way and gone. The fighter didn't mingle well with nobles and didn't understand their world full of intrigues and power. With a sigh that almost didn't register she stroked a curl behind her ear, tucking it in with all the other stray strands of raven black. An earring glinted as it caught the light – a small ring placed at the top of her left ear. A glance would suffice to recognize it as black steel.</s> <\|message\|>Second East Rhoynar glanced over the pages of the book, its bindings weak and it's pages frayed. The entire item produced a think and dusty smell, one that would give any man reason to cough. The Nymerian smiled and picked up the small bag, tossing up in front of him. He bowed his head in the slightest and turned on his heels after the women he'd be sharing the road with. "Six months, Daeron. Six months." Ser Illyn commented. His voice stern and tall, matching his height and stature. In the mind's of the King's council members, he was a threat. The Greys were rich, powerful and to be feared. They were a striking family, each tall and thin, with eyes as blue as a crisp winter morning. It was a family trait they all seemed to share. It wasn't uncommon to share a feature with the rest of the family. The King and his brothers all seemed thickly set and broad shouldered, unlike the Wurms of the West with their thick red hair. The council in the castle feared war. In each of the holds across the Kingdom, the rumour of the Grey army seemed all too true. Yet in the East, things were calm. The people of Nymeria were as calm and as relaxed as they always had been in their holds made from thick stone the colour of the sun. Each made with bricks that glowed against the landscape. Rhoynar wrapped the gold pouch to his belt and walked towards the door. He passed a faint smile to the girl and continued onwards as if they had all the time in the world. The old man shut the door behind them both, closing the secrets of the Grey house off from the rest of the world once more. With a brisk pace, the man set off out into a world that didn't care for politics or lords. Outside in the streets the people cared for homes, food and love. Not the games those inside would play. Of course they were a fantasy for all, but nothing more than simply that. Rhoynar stayed silent whilst they were travelling away from Lord Illyn's room. He didn't need a spy watching him across the Second East. Once he set foot into the gardens that bathed the front of the grand castle, he managed a word or two. "By the looks of things, you could use a rest." He smiled, turning to look at her. "We've a long road ahead of us and I can guarantee the summer will get worse the further East we go."</s>	<\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith The knight took the pouch and passed by her with the slightest smile upon his lips. She followed him. A knight and a warrior. A noble and a commoner. This promised to get interesting. Ilinfer followed the man through the hallways draped with carpets, paintings and statues. All the wealth on display could have easily fed the whole capital throughout an entire winter. The blacksmiths daughter couldn't understand the complex world of the higher society. Then again, she didn't have to. It helped her feed her family - she didn't need any other reason for accepting work. The noble was silent the entire time. He just strode on, closely followed by Ilinfer who chose not to start a conversation. Sure enough they reached the gardens and the man found his voice again. The warrior liked the sound of the foreign accent. She had to smile at his words. "We should leave as soon as possible. I don't need rest." And she would really like to know what gave him the impression. The colour had faded from her cheeks, leaving her skin fair. She had ridden farer in a day than today. "There should be ships leaving for the east soon. I should go to the harbour and inquire about our passage." Was he smiling at her? The fighters brow twitched while she commanded it to stay put as she didn't want to cock a brow at a knight - let alone one she would be spending the next six months with. She stepped up beside him. "I am sure we can depart soon?" Her eyes were fixed on a rose as she spoke so quietly only the person next to her could have heard. It was as if she were talking more to herself than to him. She crossed her arms again, revealing the hilt of her sword as the cape parted. The mild air danced through the garden in a slight breeze. Summer hadn't really arrived yet but soon would be. Flowers bloomed in carefully groomed beds and pots, thickening the air with their sweet scents. It was a small Paradise I midst of the city surrounding the thick walls that sheltered the keep.</s>

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<\|description\|>Wallace Conlee So, tell us a bit about yourself! "Oh. Um, well, I'm 23. I was born on April 8th, 1992. In Portland. Single mother, runaway father, no brothers or sisters. I went to NYU to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist, which was by an economical standpoint a horrible mistake because I am seriously deep in college debt at this point. But I learned a lot, y'know. I improved, and now I'm really good at what I do, so there's that. I was hired by the company because someone saw a billboard I did art for and called me up." Oh, my. Growing up with just your mother must have been hard, huh? It usually is. Did your friends understand? "Wow, that was rude. No, my mother was a really nice woman. She was kind, she was sweet, she took care of me. She made sure I always had food, and a bed to sleep in, and clothes. And she was funny, and she was the nicest woman I ever knew. As for friends, I don't see why they would even care. I had friends in school, and the I had friends in college, and now I'm just like most young adults and I don't have any friends, just people I talk to." I'm so sorry, I didnt mean to upset you. "Oh--wha--no. No, that's fine. Touchy subject, thats all." Are you sure? "Yeah, it's cool, it's fine. Next question?" Well, how did you discover that you wanted to be an artist? "Well, I grew up in Portland. There's like, fifty art galleries right by my house. My neighbor was an artist, too. He would have me do poses for him sometimes when I was little, and he would take my picture and paint it. And I thought it was so fucking cool how someone could take reality and just... recreate it on the page. And I really wanted to do that." But clearly your work is no longer inspired by that man who lived next door. You dont draw people. Who inspires you. "Mark Rothko, mainly. His works have such... emotion. Such depth. And Jackson Pollock. They were truly tortured souls, and they were able to just... perfectly, I mean perfectly express their inner demons on canvas. And then they moved past that and they expressed joy and sadness and life. Thats what I try to do with my art." Very interesting. Do you have any other interests? "Not really. I write a bit, sometimes, but very rarely." Oh, do you think you're any good? Can we expect to see a popular novel by Wallace Conlee any time soon? "Oh god, no, my writing is abysmal." Well, that's sad to hear. "Nah, it's okay. The writing world doesn't need another novelist. They have their hands full." And how do you feel about love? "Jesus, that came out of left field. Uh, I don't know. Love is... I dont know. I dont think you're supposed to know until you truly feel it. So... yeah, do with that what you will. Was that the last question?"</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace had been sitting in the office alone for roughly fifteen minutes. The room was bland. White walls, a gray conference table, a large window overlooking the city, a two person couch, and a clock were all that the office had to offer in terms of entertainment. Wallace had taken to staring out the window, his eyes fixing on a building far away from were they were. He kept his eyes focused hard on the building. The others faded. It was all that existed to him. He closed his eyes, imagining the shape, the depth, the size. He saw it there, in the darkness of his mind. The building. And he thought of colors. And they came. They surrounded it, encapsulated it, overtook it. It was becoming something new, something it hadn't been before. And it kept changing and taking on different forms, and everything new was inspired by everything old. But Wallace wanted something else. He wanted something new inspired by something new. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't make it happen. He opened his eyes again, the building coming back into view again, along with the rest of the surrounding city. He sighed, disappointed in himself. He had been running into this problem a bit recently. His brain wanted desperately to create something new and original, something people had never seen. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem-- The door burst open, and in marched Mr. Clark, the most stressed out man on the planet. He basically dragged the woman in behind him. She was thin, she had white-ish hair, she looked really tired, but that also looked like it was intentional. In her arm was a guitar bag, which she was clutching on to with her life. She looked just as confused as he probably did. "Wallace Conlee." Mr Clark said, gesturing to the woman behind him. "Meet Bethany Novikov. You'll both be working together on a few projects for the next few months." Wallace was dumbfounded. His jaw had been hanginging open ever so slightly since the two of them burst into the room, his brow contorted into a look of concern for not only Mr. Clark, but the overwhelmed woman he had thrown into the room as well. Neither of them knew what was happening here. "Oh... um... what?" Wallace said, looking to Mr Clark. He glared back, making Wallace take a step away. "Um, sorry, I just... I dont exactly understand whats happening. We're working together, I get that, but um... on what? How?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark Ryan Clarke fiddled with the lock on his briefcase as he stood against the table, "Mostly just little things- although that does not mean that they are not all the more necessary- like commercials for food products. Bethany here'll write jingles. You sketch cartoony faces and design box sleeves." When he opened the briefcase he began to draw out the contracts, copied and recopied for both. Once he organized the stacks of papers he crowned them with a pen each. The agent stood back and looked between the two, he clasped his hands together, "I'll be right back with coffee- which should give enough time for the both of you to get to know each other a bit." He stroked his tie as he glanced at Bethany before leaving the room. She had been looking at him, this Wallace, while Ryan was talking. She had dropped her guitar on the couch as an excuse to make her way to the window. But she couldn't concentrate on anything in the city. Instead she looked over at Wallace. He was scruffy looking. She hadn't met any of the artists yet- but he looked like an artist. "Hey." She said, extending a hand out to him as she smiled, "Nice to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace's face dropped for a moment at the mention of 'sketching cartooney faces.' He glared at the back of Mr. Clark's head as he exited the room, only barely noticing that Bethany had crossed to the couch. He was thinking of perhaps going up to Ryan and berating him. Or punching him in the back of the head. Or-- "Hey." A voice rang out, breaking his concentration. He tuned to face Bethany, only now being able to completely notice her. Her hand was extended to him, a warm, welcoming smile on her face. She looked nice, well put together, clean, that type of person. He looked over himself in his minds eye, tracing back to this morning, hoping he looked at least a little bit presentable. Head: Slightly unkempt hair on my head, pushed up. A bit of scruff on my face. Didn't have time to shave this morning. Torso: A blue and gray cardigan with a useless collar that's at least two sizes too big for me and a plain white shirt. No stains, so that's a plus, I guess. Lower: Brown khaki skinny jeans. Boots. Normal. Fuck, I should have prepared for this. I look stupid. Shit. Damn. Shit. Okay, whatever. IT's too late now. Just greet her. Shake. Go. He extended his hand, taking hers in his and giving it a shake. He smiled back at her. "Likewise." he said, hiding the clear annoyance he was showing not three seconds ago. "Nice to finally meet you, too."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark "Nice to finally meet you, too." She averted her eyes at that and nervously flicked her braid back behind a shoulder as she laughed. It was quick and tense- because she had made a stranger wait for her and she wondered if this bothered him. Even though punctuality wasn't exactly her forte it was still a growing demand in her life. In fact she had been trying recently to work on that by setting alarms and such. She was such a heavy sleeper though.. "Yeah- Sorry about that. I had a few things back at home to take care of." Which was a boldface lie. The girl had no idea why she had to give an excuse anyway, she was already late and nothing could change that. She stepped around the table and sat down in front of a contract. She took up a pen and twiddled it between her fingers. Although she was sure Clark would summarize the document page by page she was so nervous that she scanned the first page in vain. Picking out words that popped out at her: agent, clientele, Alphafind, disclaimer, creative process- Bethany glanced up at Wallace then- the weight of it all settling in only just now. She'd be tied to him by these contracts for months. They'd have to come up with ideas together and agree on them- but what if they were stark opposites? What if working with this guy only brought more stress into her life? She dropped the pen down on the contract once more and leaned back in her chair, she looked up at him expectantly, "Interview time. Whats your star sign? Do you like cats or dogs? Are you a spaghetti and meatball person or are you all about ravioli?" Her smile was small, but the corners of her eyes were pinched in a mischievous way, tinged with child-like curiosity.</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace immediately regretted his word choice when he saw her reactions to it. She had suddenly become bashful, nervous, and full of excuses. He was trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a joke or something, but he messed up pretty badly, judging by the outcome. When she turned away, he hit the side of his head a few times with his palm, nervous now, too, and a little angry with himself. He really didn't want to mess this up. Partly because he was bound to her through a contract, and partly because he wanted to actually be able to talk to someone new. He tried to think of something, anything else to say to her, but he just couldn't seem to make anything come out. Lucky for him, she started asking questions. Lots of questions. Wow, they were coming fast. He stood there, a deer-in-headlights look plastered on his face. He wasn't particularly a good person to interview. Not that he was bad at it, he just didn't really think he was all that interesting. But, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities. "Ah! Um, Aries! Cats! Spa--no, Ravioli!" He fired out his answers in quick succession, and now found himself standing in the middle of the room stiffly, a dumb smile on his face. He stepped forwards after a small moment and sat down in the chair across the table from her, looking over at her as he folded his arms in front of himself. "Did I pass the test?" he asked, his dumb smile changing to a more genuine one.</s> <\|message\|>Bethany Novikov Her smile broadened at his hurried manner in replying to her questions. She settled in to her chair, growing slightly more comfortable. "Hah I'm not testing you- but we're total opposites." She said as she picked up the pen again and played with it, flipping it through her fingers. Her gaze fell on her hand as she concentrated on the hand trick, "I'm a Scorpio- which is a water sign. Aries is fire, I think. And I'm more of a dog person- I grew up with a hound/lab mix. And I don't like ravioli." She shrugged, "But no big deal." The pen flipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. She huffed before stooping over to look under the table for it. After a moment she snatched the pen up again and she shot back up to look at him. "So, Wallace, any questions for me?" Bethany wondered if putting him on the spot was exactly the best way to form a business relationship. Agh but she hated these awkward introductions and testing-the-waters banter that everyone went through when they first meet new people. What do you do? Where did you go to school? Where did you grow up? Oh how is it there? What do you do for fun? Blah blah blah. It bored her to tears. She wanted someone to have an original conversation with her. She looked expectantly at him. Who's more original than an artist? She thought. Okay, yeah, maybe asking zodiac signs wasn't the most original thing but at least its out there. Her thoughts swam and sounded conflicted.</s>	<\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace thought for a moment, his face dropping in concentration, flicking through questions in his mind, trying to pick out the best one. He didn't want to make small talk. He didn't want to ask about the weather, or what her favorite television show was, or if she liked ice cream. He wanted to get to the heart of the matters at hand. He wanted to find out what made Ryan and the rest of Alphafind want them to work together. And, like that, he got it. He found the question he wanted to ask. He leaned in a bit, his elbows resting on the table. His eyes met hers, and he asked her. "What inspires you?" He said, smiling a bit. "I mean, what really gets inside your head, finds the core, rips it out, and throws it down on paper for everyone to see? Like--like, for me, at first, I was just inspired by the idea of creation. Like, I thought the idea of... of creating something new, something nobody has ever seen before in the history of the world was absolutely amazing. And I try to do that--I try to think of that Idea every single time I begin tow work and I just try to...create." He was smiling widely now, unable to contain the excitement that had been building up inside of him. He loved talking about it, he truly did.</s>
<\|description\|>Wallace Conlee So, tell us a bit about yourself! "Oh. Um, well, I'm 23. I was born on April 8th, 1992. In Portland. Single mother, runaway father, no brothers or sisters. I went to NYU to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist, which was by an economical standpoint a horrible mistake because I am seriously deep in college debt at this point. But I learned a lot, y'know. I improved, and now I'm really good at what I do, so there's that. I was hired by the company because someone saw a billboard I did art for and called me up." Oh, my. Growing up with just your mother must have been hard, huh? It usually is. Did your friends understand? "Wow, that was rude. No, my mother was a really nice woman. She was kind, she was sweet, she took care of me. She made sure I always had food, and a bed to sleep in, and clothes. And she was funny, and she was the nicest woman I ever knew. As for friends, I don't see why they would even care. I had friends in school, and the I had friends in college, and now I'm just like most young adults and I don't have any friends, just people I talk to." I'm so sorry, I didnt mean to upset you. "Oh--wha--no. No, that's fine. Touchy subject, thats all." Are you sure? "Yeah, it's cool, it's fine. Next question?" Well, how did you discover that you wanted to be an artist? "Well, I grew up in Portland. There's like, fifty art galleries right by my house. My neighbor was an artist, too. He would have me do poses for him sometimes when I was little, and he would take my picture and paint it. And I thought it was so fucking cool how someone could take reality and just... recreate it on the page. And I really wanted to do that." But clearly your work is no longer inspired by that man who lived next door. You dont draw people. Who inspires you. "Mark Rothko, mainly. His works have such... emotion. Such depth. And Jackson Pollock. They were truly tortured souls, and they were able to just... perfectly, I mean perfectly express their inner demons on canvas. And then they moved past that and they expressed joy and sadness and life. Thats what I try to do with my art." Very interesting. Do you have any other interests? "Not really. I write a bit, sometimes, but very rarely." Oh, do you think you're any good? Can we expect to see a popular novel by Wallace Conlee any time soon? "Oh god, no, my writing is abysmal." Well, that's sad to hear. "Nah, it's okay. The writing world doesn't need another novelist. They have their hands full." And how do you feel about love? "Jesus, that came out of left field. Uh, I don't know. Love is... I dont know. I dont think you're supposed to know until you truly feel it. So... yeah, do with that what you will. Was that the last question?"</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace's face dropped for a moment at the mention of 'sketching cartooney faces.' He glared at the back of Mr. Clark's head as he exited the room, only barely noticing that Bethany had crossed to the couch. He was thinking of perhaps going up to Ryan and berating him. Or punching him in the back of the head. Or-- "Hey." A voice rang out, breaking his concentration. He tuned to face Bethany, only now being able to completely notice her. Her hand was extended to him, a warm, welcoming smile on her face. She looked nice, well put together, clean, that type of person. He looked over himself in his minds eye, tracing back to this morning, hoping he looked at least a little bit presentable. Head: Slightly unkempt hair on my head, pushed up. A bit of scruff on my face. Didn't have time to shave this morning. Torso: A blue and gray cardigan with a useless collar that's at least two sizes too big for me and a plain white shirt. No stains, so that's a plus, I guess. Lower: Brown khaki skinny jeans. Boots. Normal. Fuck, I should have prepared for this. I look stupid. Shit. Damn. Shit. Okay, whatever. IT's too late now. Just greet her. Shake. Go. He extended his hand, taking hers in his and giving it a shake. He smiled back at her. "Likewise." he said, hiding the clear annoyance he was showing not three seconds ago. "Nice to finally meet you, too."</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark "Nice to finally meet you, too." She averted her eyes at that and nervously flicked her braid back behind a shoulder as she laughed. It was quick and tense- because she had made a stranger wait for her and she wondered if this bothered him. Even though punctuality wasn't exactly her forte it was still a growing demand in her life. In fact she had been trying recently to work on that by setting alarms and such. She was such a heavy sleeper though.. "Yeah- Sorry about that. I had a few things back at home to take care of." Which was a boldface lie. The girl had no idea why she had to give an excuse anyway, she was already late and nothing could change that. She stepped around the table and sat down in front of a contract. She took up a pen and twiddled it between her fingers. Although she was sure Clark would summarize the document page by page she was so nervous that she scanned the first page in vain. Picking out words that popped out at her: agent, clientele, Alphafind, disclaimer, creative process- Bethany glanced up at Wallace then- the weight of it all settling in only just now. She'd be tied to him by these contracts for months. They'd have to come up with ideas together and agree on them- but what if they were stark opposites? What if working with this guy only brought more stress into her life? She dropped the pen down on the contract once more and leaned back in her chair, she looked up at him expectantly, "Interview time. Whats your star sign? Do you like cats or dogs? Are you a spaghetti and meatball person or are you all about ravioli?" Her smile was small, but the corners of her eyes were pinched in a mischievous way, tinged with child-like curiosity.</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace immediately regretted his word choice when he saw her reactions to it. She had suddenly become bashful, nervous, and full of excuses. He was trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a joke or something, but he messed up pretty badly, judging by the outcome. When she turned away, he hit the side of his head a few times with his palm, nervous now, too, and a little angry with himself. He really didn't want to mess this up. Partly because he was bound to her through a contract, and partly because he wanted to actually be able to talk to someone new. He tried to think of something, anything else to say to her, but he just couldn't seem to make anything come out. Lucky for him, she started asking questions. Lots of questions. Wow, they were coming fast. He stood there, a deer-in-headlights look plastered on his face. He wasn't particularly a good person to interview. Not that he was bad at it, he just didn't really think he was all that interesting. But, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities. "Ah! Um, Aries! Cats! Spa--no, Ravioli!" He fired out his answers in quick succession, and now found himself standing in the middle of the room stiffly, a dumb smile on his face. He stepped forwards after a small moment and sat down in the chair across the table from her, looking over at her as he folded his arms in front of himself. "Did I pass the test?" he asked, his dumb smile changing to a more genuine one.</s> <\|message\|>Bethany Novikov Her smile broadened at his hurried manner in replying to her questions. She settled in to her chair, growing slightly more comfortable. "Hah I'm not testing you- but we're total opposites." She said as she picked up the pen again and played with it, flipping it through her fingers. Her gaze fell on her hand as she concentrated on the hand trick, "I'm a Scorpio- which is a water sign. Aries is fire, I think. And I'm more of a dog person- I grew up with a hound/lab mix. And I don't like ravioli." She shrugged, "But no big deal." The pen flipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. She huffed before stooping over to look under the table for it. After a moment she snatched the pen up again and she shot back up to look at him. "So, Wallace, any questions for me?" Bethany wondered if putting him on the spot was exactly the best way to form a business relationship. Agh but she hated these awkward introductions and testing-the-waters banter that everyone went through when they first meet new people. What do you do? Where did you go to school? Where did you grow up? Oh how is it there? What do you do for fun? Blah blah blah. It bored her to tears. She wanted someone to have an original conversation with her. She looked expectantly at him. Who's more original than an artist? She thought. Okay, yeah, maybe asking zodiac signs wasn't the most original thing but at least its out there. Her thoughts swam and sounded conflicted.</s> <\|message\|>Wallace Conlee Wallace thought for a moment, his face dropping in concentration, flicking through questions in his mind, trying to pick out the best one. He didn't want to make small talk. He didn't want to ask about the weather, or what her favorite television show was, or if she liked ice cream. He wanted to get to the heart of the matters at hand. He wanted to find out what made Ryan and the rest of Alphafind want them to work together. And, like that, he got it. He found the question he wanted to ask. He leaned in a bit, his elbows resting on the table. His eyes met hers, and he asked her. "What inspires you?" He said, smiling a bit. "I mean, what really gets inside your head, finds the core, rips it out, and throws it down on paper for everyone to see? Like--like, for me, at first, I was just inspired by the idea of creation. Like, I thought the idea of... of creating something new, something nobody has ever seen before in the history of the world was absolutely amazing. And I try to do that--I try to think of that Idea every single time I begin tow work and I just try to...create." He was smiling widely now, unable to contain the excitement that had been building up inside of him. He loved talking about it, he truly did.</s> <\|message\|>Ryan Clark She was taken aback by his sudden excited talk and, of course, the loaded question. He wasted no time, she thought. "What inspires me?" She echoed, just to stall for time. Bethany tapped on her lower lip as she rested her elbows on the table and looked up toward the ceiling. She sat like this in a pensive silence for a moment before she dropped her gray eyes to look over at him once more. "Well- I guess a lot of things inspire me. I like to be outside- in the world- and experience as much as I can. Like- I'll walk down the street and if I see anything interesting I'll add meaning to it. People and faces become music notes. Anything that catches my eye, really, can turn into a note. And then i'll collage it all together. How I feel determines a lot, too." She felt like her explanation was a little too vague but she couldn't find the words to clarify for him. "But making something unique-" she said, turning the conversation back on him, "thats great. Sucks that you're stuck designing cereal boxes." She said with a smile to show she meant no harm. "Then again- jingles aren't exactly what I imagined doing here either." She glanced down at the contract and grimaced for a moment. Her braid had fallen off her shoulder and on to it, she quickly flicked her hair away. "You should show me some of your stuff sometime." She said, "And i'll show you mine." Just then the door opened and Ryan Clarke stepped in. He settled the coffee's down before them and sat on the opposite end of the table, his own copy of the contract before him. He glanced quickly between them, "Well then. Hope you've gotten to know each other a bit- but lets get down to business, shall we?" Beth nodded, turning her attention down to her braid again, playing with it and inspecting it out of boredom. Seeing this her agent set his mouth in a fine line before looking over at Wallace, "I've a meeting in about half an hour- so I'll just be summarizing page by page. Feel free to take it home but your decisions must be made before tomorrow morning at 9 am." He said measuredly, looking between them every now and then. (Want him to talk about the contract or do you just want to skip this part?)</s>	<\|message\|>Wallace Conlee (Sure, I dont see why we can't have him talk about it!) Wallace leaned back in his chair, sighing a little as Mr. Clark started speaking. It wasnt that he necessarily hated his agent--even though he was about 76% sure his agent hated him-- so to speak. It was just, y'know, he was incredibly annoying, and sort of a dick. He needed to calm down and have some tea with honey or something, because he never seemed to stop. But Wallace didn't see him changing any time soon. Wallace looked over to Bethany, who seemed to be paying attention. He thought about what she said, about how people and faces and stuff become music notes. And about how she draws inspiration from everything around her. It reminded him of how he could close his eyes and construct worlds of art, inspired by the word around him. He thought that it was really cool that her process of creation was similar to his. She seemed cool. Did he seem cool? Wallace froze for a moment, his face frozen in a state of 'i need to go over everything I just did with this person to make sure I didn't fuck up'. Did she think he was nice? Did she think he was neat? Interesting? That was something that mattered. Did she think she could work with him? He hoped he didn't come off as an idiot, that would be bad. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous tick he had. A thousand questions were suddenly racing through his head, and he had zero answers. Stop, shut the fuck up, don't be stupid. Listen to your stupid agent. And with that, Wallace snapped back to attention, focusing on Mr. Clark instead.</s>
<\|description\|>Mr. Len Roleplay Name: Qazar Len Roleplay Age: 37 Roleplay Gender: Male Roleplay Character Personality: Calm, quiet, and wise. Roleplay Character Description: Black, grey, and red hair, a dark suit, with jeans. About 6 feet tall. Calm and usually boring. Roleplay Character Origin/Background Information: Born in a small cluster of islands in the Pacific Ocean. Survived by himself since he was 6 years old. He was by himself for about 10 years. When he was around 16 years old, he traveled around, until he found a dimension linking to barren mountains, and forests. He founded Golden Wings Academy on this ancient dimension. He met Vektor Ivan, while he was traveling, and he recruited him into the academy as a teacher. Then his old friend Jeiku met up with them, and he also became a teacher. And soon they led the academy. Main Power: Sound Manipulation Secondary Power: Teleportation Third Power: Shadow Form Weakness: Hallucinates sometimes. Main Skills (Max 3): Sonic Boom, Mute, Sonic Destruction</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len Leans back in his chair, looking at the other two, as a giant map of Golden Wings Academy lays out in front of us. A week from the start of the 11th year of the academy. A few months away from the 11th anniversary. Mr. Len sighs and scratches his head. He then says, ''Now it's about time to get to business.''</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Raika Mr.Raika Is sitting in his chair, eyes closed, both of his arms covered within his robe. Slowly opening his eye-lids, his dark black eyes show, and his arms come out of his robe, placing them on the table. "So what did you call this meeting for, headmaster?"</s> <\|message\|>Mr.V Mr. V Vektor sat in his chair, eyeing a few specific places on the map. He mumbles to himself; "Business...." He then scratched his head and adjusted the neck covering/bandanna around his neck.</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len ''Well you see, now that the new year is coming, we must prepare for new students like usual.'' he said. Mr. Len looked at both of them in the eyes, and continued, ''But with the old forgotten powers running loose throughout the land, it is hard to keep track.'' Mr. Len then sighs, and takes a sip of water from his mug. ''I need one of you go to seal off, and counter some of the known curses, spells, and enchantments hiding.'' Mr. Len looks a both of them, waiting for an answer.</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Raika Mr.Raika Closes his eyes, and continues listening. "I guess I can, I have some free time tomorrow. How long do you expect it to take?" I then hide my arms in my robe once again. "Hmm..I do have a new chain ability I'd like to try out...." "Tell me where to go, I guess."</s> <\|message\|>Mr.V Mr. V Vektor looked at professor Len carefully, He then grabbed his White, Brand new mug, And sipped on the tea inside. He then scratched his head once more. "We really need to keep track better, eventually this is going to become tedious." "The new recruits this year are coming in like clockork."</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len ''Alright so you will head out toward the nearby mountains, tomorrow, and you will scout out and counter any known spells, curses, and enchantments from long ago.'' Mr. Len yawns then continues, ''I expect you to be back in a few hours.'' Mr. Len then stands up and walks out, closing the door behind him. Mr. Len walks down the hall, heading to his office. As he approaches the office door he seems to get more tired from the day's work. Preparing for the new year is hard work at Golden Wings Academy. Mr. Len opens the door to his office, and walks in, closing the wooden door behind him. The office is a small room about 25 feet wide, and about 10 feet in height. Mr. Len plops down on his chair, and relaxes for a few moments. Then he starts writing on a piece of paper, a letter to someone. He spends about 5-10 minutes writing the letter, and when he finishes he takes the letter and he puts it in a hole in the office. The letter drops down the hole, and zooms off in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Mr. Raika Mr.Raika Raika slowly nods at Mr.Len, and starts to stand up. "If you say so, I guess.." He walks out of the room lazily, and heads to his office. Sitting down in his chair, he starts napping. Raika then wakes up after a little while, and stands up. He takes out a book,sitting down and starting to read it. The book is a Chain Manipulation Book that he wrote himself, with theories and abilities that he can use. After reading for about an hour, he sits back down and takes another nap. "Yawn..it's such a boring day. Oh well." He falls into a deep sleep until the next day.</s> <\|message\|>Mr.V Mr. V As Len leaves, Vektor goes to stand up, but he sits himself back down. He reaches in his Robe pocket, And pulls out a mobile phone,he researches multiple 'Supernatural' Encounters, To assist in his hunt for runes. "Damn magic, so damn hard to monitor" I get up to walk to my office. IN my long trot to my office i think abut the properties of my abilities, and how to help others manifest similar abilities. I walk to the bed in my office and i lie on it, drifting off to sleep.</s>	<\|message\|>Mr. Len Mr. Len ends up falling asleep in his chair, passing out in front of a bunch of papers. About 5-8 hours later. Everyone starts waking up. It is a bright, sunny day. He dresses in a new robe, and then eats some bread and cheese, with tea. Mr. Len rubs his eyes as he eats, and looks outside the window at the rolling hills, and windy mountains. He sighs and continues eating. After he finishes eating, he goes out, for a morning walk in the forest. He walks down a path in the forest, enjoying the nice summer day.</s>
<\|description\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Fin, Lils to close friends Birth Date: September 24, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Serafina has long brown hair with bangs sweeping over her forehead. Her eyes are hazel, and a bit bigger than the eyes of most girls her age. She's lightly tanned and her skin is fairly unblemished, with only the occasional small scar from childhood accidents. Standing at 5'5", she's rather short for her age, although she doesn't mind. Her ears are pierced, but she won't pierce anything else, no matter what. Her somewhat-guilty secret is a tattoo of a peacock on her back; its head reaches almost to her neck, and it covers most of her back. Her hands and feet are small, and she's not too curvy, but still looks feminine. Clothing Style: Serafina tends to dress in cream, gold, and brown, with the occasional splash of blue or green. She favors overlarge sweaters, leggings, and tall boots in the colder months, along with a fluffy scarf. When it's warmer outside, she wears shorts of a modest length and tank tops, paired with Roman-style sandals, although she will sometimes wear a sundress. The only jewelry she wears is a pair of blue sapphire earrings, which were a gift from her father. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Faithful romantic partners * Chocolate * "Adopting" younger demigods * Bollywood romcoms, especially one called Jab We Met * Singing Dislikes: * Cheaters * Zucchini * Mean people * People who mess with people's hearts * People hearing her singing Fears: * Failing to protect her "children" * Small spaces * Being unable to breathe Habits: * Mothering people in distress * Humming * Replacing an English word with a word in another language, usually Hindi Personality: ♦ Motherliness ♦ Loyalty ♦ Calmness ♦ Insecurity Serafina is a natural mother; she wants to take care of everyone, and usually does. Anyone she takes under her wing, she is loyal to until the very end. She's very calm in a crisis, and good at giving advice; at least, in certain subjects. She'll always be the first to encourage someone to believe in themselves and their dreams. However, she's secretly rather insecure about herself. She won't sing for anyone, because she thinks she's not that good at it. She thinks she's not very attractive, and won't listen when anyone says otherwise. Background: Serafina grew up with a father who loved her, no siblings, and no mother. She didn't mind it too much; she had her father, and that was enough for her. Starting school was a bit scary for her, but she made a few good friends, and "adopted" them all. In her group of friends, Serafina was obviously the mother figure. She looked after them all, sometimes without them knowing, and would do anything to protect them. However, she always kept her problems secret from them. The bullies in her middle school caused serious damage to her self-esteem. Despite her loving father and loyal friends, she believed the bullies when they said she would never amount to anything much. The issues she gained from school stayed with her all her life. Since she came to Olympus Academy, however, she's regained a bit of her self-confidence. After all, she is the daughter of the queen of the gods. Extra: Like I said before, Poseidon and Hestia~ (Also, I think Serafina would be able to officiate demigod weddings, yes?) --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hera, wife of Zeus and queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and faithfulness. Relationship With Godly Parent: Serafina has always been a bit in awe of her mother, which Hera has been patiently working to dispel. Hera just wants a loving mother-daughter relationship, but Serafina is a bit too respectful and polite for them to really bond. Secretly, Serafina wants to make sure she doesn't drive off the only mother she's ever known. Godly Abilities: Summoning - Serafina can summon peacocks, her mother's sacred animals, to defend herself. Knowledge of Love - Serafina can sense when a relationship is going well, and when a couple are nearing divorce.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Amity Hannelore Alex Hannelore Location; Olympus Academy Grounds Interacting With;Corinthe Malakos @Obscurus --- --- Alex briefly gave Corinthe a bewildered look. Would She really use a pop culture reference as the solution to a puzzle? Had she been doing that for a while? Alex had seen The Lord of the Rings-- once, five years ago-- but she didn't at all remember the Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria, and neither did she understand what the inscription meant. Neurons fired across the bow of Alex's mind, as she faintly reminisced of the scene the ineffable inscription came from. "Yeah, yeah... that was from, eh... the scene with the big doors, right?" Said Alex, sheepishly. "Gandalf said something and opened the doors, or something like that? I guess... whatever it is he said should help get this thing open." Alex wracked her brain for answers, and came up with nothing. What was it that the door said in the movie? "Speak and enter"? Speak what? Alex brushed a wayward strand of hair back under her cap, and drummed her fingers on the puzzle box. "Hey-- you don't happen to know what Gandalf said, do you?" Alex looked to Corinthe imploringly. The library probably had the answer, but maybe she already knew it?</s> <\|message\|>Dallas Brett Relo Dallas Relo and Zeke Carter Location: Olympus Academy Interacting With: Dallas Relo and Zeke Carter As the minutes crept into an hour, and then another hour, the empty campus of Olympus Academy slowly started to hum with activity, as demigods arrived in their own cars, limousines, or in more unconventional methods suited to their parentage and temperament. Of particular interest were the pairs that started to form as brothers started to link up with sisters, sharing both physical resemblances and stories of their summers once they had migrated towards each other. So it was particularly odd seeing one pair split up, a sister leaving a smattering of bags and luggage behind in her brother's wake while the limo that dropped them off pulled away, dignified. While Zeke Carter sped off to drop off the bags in record time and then get back to his no-doubt-vitally-important-eye-flirting, a blonde boy, laying down on the hood of a Mazda with knees raised and one hand behind his head, pushed his hair back with his free hand and half-groaned in epiphany. When Zeke returned, however, that blonde boy was standing directly in his path, grinning with a natural trickster's vibe with arms crossed, one hand cupping one elbow. When he went out to shake the hand of Zeus's son, the hand went right through Zeke's. Two more Dallases, standing now on opposite sides of him, laughed even more loudly, while the boy on the Mazda finally stood atop the hood of his car and bounced, gracefully, onto the soft grass below. As he paced closer to Zeke, the three illusionary clones started to shimmer in focus, catching the light of the sun like windows, before finally blinking out of existence when they were within dueling distance. He adopted the same playful grin that his first clone had been wearing - and this time, stuck his hand out for real. "Sorry bro. Rough morning, and I knew I could fool you with it. No hard feelings?" Normally, Zeke would be pretty pissed about someone messing with him like that. But since it was Dallas, he let him off with a warning punch on the shoulder. That's not to say that it wasn't a hard hit though. "Hey man. Between you and me? I could never hold a grudge on you," he chuckled, patting his good friend and teammate on the back, but again not bothering to control his strength. "Great! Glad to hear it." Dallas grinned a little wider, biting back the urge to rub his shoulder, and dug a toe of one Jordan into the grass of the campus courtyard. "Because I had a real night, believe you me, buddy. Eleven hours between here and California with no pit stops, and now that I'm trying to get a nap in before assembly, the sun's out giving me energy. It's a pain and a half in the ass, Zeke. It's left me really unencouraged to do anything in classes today. Or tomorrow. Until the weekend, honestly. And that's not good, man - I got a little sister, not even 18 yet. What kind of example am I setting for her if I sleep through classes for the whole first week? So I figure, you know, we get together in the apartments sometime tonight, tomorrow night. Throw out some invites, we crack some beers, and we all motivate each other for the year's worth of scholastic achievement ahead. Only thing is, I only brought three or four twelve-packs, and nobody's gonna be feeling very positive about school with only three beers in them. I figure, between me and you, we'll plan something sufficiently...uh....interesting." A night filled with underaged drinkings and possible shenanigans that followed it? Dallas definitely knew how to start the school year off right! Zeke thought about it for a moment, which is rare for him. "I have one pack over at my place that I can bring, but that still wouldn't be enough... But I'm sure I can convince the rest of the football team to pitch in." Zeke was already making a mental list of who they should invite. He also had to be careful that Stella didn't find about it. Miss Perfect will totally tattle on them if she caught them having a drinking party. He loved his sister and all, but damn, she can be a pain being all 'motherly' and shit. Clearly, Dallas had come to pretty much the same conclusion - with the added caveat that his sister was not only six years younger than Zeke's, but far more impressionable. Thoughtfully, he ran his hand through his hair, pulled his bangs back over sapphire eyes, and then repeated the process for a minute until his face lit up in thought. Then it sank. He began tugging at his hair again before finally shaking his head."You know what? Yeah, you worry about the beer. I'll worry about where we throw this and who gets to find out. Any VIPs you're dying to drink with?" Zeke did have one person particularly in mind. "The one and only, daughter of Aphrodite, Clarissa Price. She's a total babe," he admitted unshyly and without hesitation. He has had his eyes set on her since he laid eyes on her. She was completely gorgeous and she had the perfect body to go with it. He gave Dallas a look that said that if he tried anything on Clarissa, he would most likely be dead in a river the next morning. Seconds later, his face returned back to its normal dopey self, leaving no trace of hostility. "Mostly just the guys though. Any hot girl willing to party is fine by me too." he added. Zeke checked his phone for a second and noticed the time. The assembly was going to start soon. "By chance do you think they'll actually let us skip the assembly this year? We've only heard that stupid speech like a bazillion times..." "Fuck. Yeah, tell me about it. If I hadn't had such a genius idea to unify our peers and all get wasted together, I'd think that hearing the whole 'these years are the most important of your demigod lives' thing would be a good time to unwind a little." Dallas raised his eyebrows slightly, and one corner of his mouth twitched in a playful smile. "Alright, man, I should probably get a move on. Find my sister, God only knows what she's gotten herself into without me there. You, uh, talk to the team, and I'll put in a good word for you with whatshername. The girl I don't care about." Beaming wider, the son of the sun clasped his friend's hand again, used the other to push back his own hair one more time. "Talk to you at lunch?" "For sure, man. See you then." Satisfied so far with their plans, Zeke walked off along the path, looking for more ways to waste time or hopefully a way to get out of going to the assembly. Dallas, meanwhile, casually used his Nikes to smooth over the spot in the grass where the toe of the shoe had dug into the soft soil. While his feet worked, the demigod half debated just kicking back in the grass with his entire body; laying spread-eagled, letting the sun soak him with enough of its golden rays to carry him through the day. But that would mean missing out on more than just a few dumb first-day festivities, it would mean missing out on friendly time, family time, and skimping out on the invites for the party. He wasn't about to cut his own social femoral artery by being alone in his dorm with sixty beers. Fuck that. But that was still...by now, about fourteen hours off. Right. Dallas had more pressing concerns. To: Vivian From: Dallas HEY BABE! If anyone asks, I hit, like, a deer. Or some really big animal. On the road from California. It shouldn't affect most of my day, but I don't know if I'm going to make the assembly. Don't worry, I'm okay. It's a good thing this very tragic and authentic accident that I have honestly found myself in won't ruin most of our first day together in months. I can't wait to see you after my miraculous recovery time! - Love your 100% traumatized brother That's more like it.</s>	<\|message\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina Lewison Location; Olympus Academy campus Interacting With; Anyone --- --- Judging by the way students were scurrying around, it was almost time for the assembly. Unlike some of the returning students, Serafina always came to the assembly. That was where she started looking out for those who might be in need of comfort, and besides, she was one of the most frequent volunteers to show the new kids around. Standing and stretching, she ignored a couple of boys who eyed her and whistled. They were probably just teasing, anyway; why would they look at her when there were so many absolutely gorgeous girls on campus? Brushing off her dress, she made her way towards the assembly hall. Serafina made it to the assembly hall about ten minutes before it was due to start, so she stood near the doors and waited. She wasn't the only one with that idea, apparently, and she looked over at the nearest person and smiled. "Hey." She said. "I'm Serafina. What's your name?"</s>
<\|description\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Fin, Lils to close friends Birth Date: September 24, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Serafina has long brown hair with bangs sweeping over her forehead. Her eyes are hazel, and a bit bigger than the eyes of most girls her age. She's lightly tanned and her skin is fairly unblemished, with only the occasional small scar from childhood accidents. Standing at 5'5", she's rather short for her age, although she doesn't mind. Her ears are pierced, but she won't pierce anything else, no matter what. Her somewhat-guilty secret is a tattoo of a peacock on her back; its head reaches almost to her neck, and it covers most of her back. Her hands and feet are small, and she's not too curvy, but still looks feminine. Clothing Style: Serafina tends to dress in cream, gold, and brown, with the occasional splash of blue or green. She favors overlarge sweaters, leggings, and tall boots in the colder months, along with a fluffy scarf. When it's warmer outside, she wears shorts of a modest length and tank tops, paired with Roman-style sandals, although she will sometimes wear a sundress. The only jewelry she wears is a pair of blue sapphire earrings, which were a gift from her father. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Faithful romantic partners * Chocolate * "Adopting" younger demigods * Bollywood romcoms, especially one called Jab We Met * Singing Dislikes: * Cheaters * Zucchini * Mean people * People who mess with people's hearts * People hearing her singing Fears: * Failing to protect her "children" * Small spaces * Being unable to breathe Habits: * Mothering people in distress * Humming * Replacing an English word with a word in another language, usually Hindi Personality: ♦ Motherliness ♦ Loyalty ♦ Calmness ♦ Insecurity Serafina is a natural mother; she wants to take care of everyone, and usually does. Anyone she takes under her wing, she is loyal to until the very end. She's very calm in a crisis, and good at giving advice; at least, in certain subjects. She'll always be the first to encourage someone to believe in themselves and their dreams. However, she's secretly rather insecure about herself. She won't sing for anyone, because she thinks she's not that good at it. She thinks she's not very attractive, and won't listen when anyone says otherwise. Background: Serafina grew up with a father who loved her, no siblings, and no mother. She didn't mind it too much; she had her father, and that was enough for her. Starting school was a bit scary for her, but she made a few good friends, and "adopted" them all. In her group of friends, Serafina was obviously the mother figure. She looked after them all, sometimes without them knowing, and would do anything to protect them. However, she always kept her problems secret from them. The bullies in her middle school caused serious damage to her self-esteem. Despite her loving father and loyal friends, she believed the bullies when they said she would never amount to anything much. The issues she gained from school stayed with her all her life. Since she came to Olympus Academy, however, she's regained a bit of her self-confidence. After all, she is the daughter of the queen of the gods. Extra: Like I said before, Poseidon and Hestia~ (Also, I think Serafina would be able to officiate demigod weddings, yes?) --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hera, wife of Zeus and queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and faithfulness. Relationship With Godly Parent: Serafina has always been a bit in awe of her mother, which Hera has been patiently working to dispel. Hera just wants a loving mother-daughter relationship, but Serafina is a bit too respectful and polite for them to really bond. Secretly, Serafina wants to make sure she doesn't drive off the only mother she's ever known. Godly Abilities: Summoning - Serafina can summon peacocks, her mother's sacred animals, to defend herself. Knowledge of Love - Serafina can sense when a relationship is going well, and when a couple are nearing divorce.</s> <\|message\|>Ever Michelle Tidus Raven Daemon Location:Power Management! Interacting With:No One --- --- Raven, after looking over the map for the hundredth time, was able to make her way to her Power Management class. She raised her eyebrows at the people who were taking it before going and sitting down in her chair. She pulled it out and plopped down in it, setting her bag down next to her chair. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked around. The people here... Jeez, they were strange, but less strange than some of the people that she had met before. She pulled out her locket once again and began playing with it on her desk. She never took the locket off, even when she went to bed at night. It was the last thing that remained of her mother's. Everything else had either been sold to help pay for her living or had been stolen or taken by the orphanage women. They didn't want the children to have anything about where they had come from. Raven had hidden the locket every day under her pillow and she had remembered to grab it when she ran away. Now, she always wore it, making sure that it still worked. She would always clean it and keep it in pristine condition. She turned it over carefully again, examining the gears and knobs on the back. The heart had a clear case over it, so you could see the mechanism that would work the music box itself. She carefully twisted the knob to make it go, watching the wind up mechanism, and then watch it as it began to spin the opposite direction and the music began to pour out of it again. She began humming some of the notes to it, whenever she recognized it and she sat back in her chair with a sigh, memories of her mother fluttering back to her. --- --- Ever Tidus Location: Physical Education Interacting With: Peter Sköjare @MiddleEarthRoze --- --- Ever carefully slid her arm underneath his and they began to walk, Charlie trotting in between them. "Love triangle?" Ever said with slight interest. "That sounds most fascinating. Love is a curious thing... then again, Curiosity did kill the cat. It is best to just avoid love at all costs. It is easier for me because I am blind, and, well, who would really want to date me? With my creepy eyes and creepy powers?" Ever let out a light laugh as they turned to head toward the Physical Education room. "I believe that they have put me in Physical Education this morning," Ever said, in response to his last question. "The Gods only know why they would put a blind girl in the Phys Ed class, but I guess I can help out. Preventing things before they happen in all." Ever laughed as they turned the corner again and she carefully picked up Charlie's harness as they entered the room. "Thanks for helping me out, Peter. I hope you get to feeling better." Gently reaching out, she gave him a quick hug before making her way over to the nearest seat, with help from Charlie, who managed to run her into four chairs on the way. She would not be able to tell who was in the class with her until someone began talking or there was a roll call, though there rarely was ever one to help her out. Many of the people who took Phys Ed had already been here for a few years and many of the teachers knew them by name. She was one of the more known ones, but for the reason that she was blind rather than anything else. She was mainly in the class to help prevent injuries, lest the Gods be angry with the teacher... She smiled slightly. She at least was important. She was literally protecting people from getting killed.</s> <\|message\|>Jeremiah Howard Tomers Jeremiah Howard Tomers Location: Campus>First Class Interacting With: Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia, Skye Woodsen, Stella McGuire @HushedWhispers --- --- Jay was still trying to gather himself. He didn't mean to bump into anyone, but he did and the initial feeling wasn't a pleasant one. He slightly got the wind kicked out of him, so he was trying to do all that he could just to get control of his senses. That wouldn't take long, but when Jay would apologize to the person he bumped into, he noticed that the person was the last person in the entire academy that Jay wanted to see/talk to, let alone bump into. "Y-Yes, I am, but I prefer Jay, if you don't mind," Jay said, stating he preferred to be called Jay and not Jeremiah. What nerve he must have had though? There he was, being eyed by Skye as if the latter were a predator and Jay were his prey. Jay noticed that his right thumb and index finger were on his chin as if trying to get a good look at him - examine him. Jay couldn't do anything but stand there, waiting for some situation to arise where he could get away from him. It wasn't like Jay was deathly afraid of Skye, but he's heard the rumors. He's heard that the Son of Aphrodite was a bit overprotective over his sister, and Jay was the guy who had gotten pretty close with that very sister. What else was Jay to feel aside from uneasiness and a large hint of fear? He didn't know if Skye was going to attack him right then and there or do something far worse. He didn't know if Skye would plot to kill him later down the road or do right at the very moment. Every possible thought was going through Jay's mind - none of them good. And then he stopped in front of Jay. The latter was sweating bullets inside. Skye would ask the dreaded question and Jay looked up, meadow green eyes filled with anxiety, "It's just as you said," Jay said, his voice teetering a bit in clearness. In-between his response, there was a silence from Jay. He was pondering his next sequence of words. He wanted to make sure he did not say the wrong thing or the right thing in the right way. He had no idea of knowing how Skye would react to it(if he would at all). He had no idea of knowing that words of stating how he cared for Clarissa would help or hurt his impression of himself to Skye. There was no way of telling if Skye would back off slightly if he stated he cared for Clarissa a lot and wouldn't let anything happen to her or if that would make Skye push even further with his interrogation, because, despite what it appeared to most, this was as anxiety-filled as any interrogation Jay has seen on cop shows. When Jay took a deep breath, he looked Skye directly in the eyes. He kept that for a moment or two until his mouth formed words and his voice matched to boot, "I care for Clarissa a lot. I--" Just as Jay was going to complete what he was going to say, he noticed Clarissa stepping in-between the two of them, sort of like how Jay did for Clarissa when Stella was confronting her. As she had pleaded her brother to be nice to him, a look of relief came over his face. Jay was about to say something that would have most likely gotten him in even deeper waters with Skye than he already was. "It's alright." Jay said, smiling gently at Clarissa, "I'm late for my first class anyways. Nice meeting you, Skye," Jay said nervously, but his eyes fell to his sister, "I'll see you later, Clarissa," Jay said, getting up. As he dusted himself off and grabbed his shoulder bag, Jay gave a wave goodbye to Clarissa as he headed off to the direction of his first class. It was probably five or so minutes of on-and-off again sprint-to-jog running that Jay did to get to his first class. He knew he was late, but based on the dwindling numbers of the students out and about, Jay knew he was running later than preferred. I'm so late. Jay turned corners, ran down hallways, and just five minutes more of doing that, he came to where his first class was being held: Physical Training. When Jay entered the building, he noticed desks. "Well this is odd," Jay commented lowly, but the echo of building probably hinted his arrival to the other students. He looked around to find a suitable desk and as he looked to the left, he saw one Stella McGuire - the person that Jay didn't want to see; though, the same could be said for Skye too. Should Jay just make the effort to smooth things over with her as well or evade her for as long as possible? Swallowing a anxiety-filled dose of saliva, Jay chose to the former category. Deciding to be the bigger man or whatever, Jay took a seat next to Stella, trying to avoid as much as eye contact as humanly possible. When Jay would look over at Stella, something came over him. There was a look of nervousness, but also one that had a slight apologetic feeling to him. Sighing, Jay would speak, "funny seeing desks in here.." Jay said awkwardly, trying his hardest to kind of break the ice between the two of them. Perhaps it was too early for that to happen. Maybe what Jay just did made things even worse. Mother, I hope this was the right thing to do.</s>	<\|message\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina Lewison Location; Classroom Interacting With; No one, but open --- --- Serafina sighed with relief. Nothing major had happened. Smiling, she stood and started to make her way to class. Physical Training, probably her least favorite class, but it was necessary. The life of a demigod was dangerous, and she knew she needed to be able to protect herself, but still. Hera's daughter did not like fighting. She would much rather look after her family in peace, but that was not always possible. Entering the classroom, Serafina sat down at a desk, somewhere in the middle and close to the other people there. She busied herself quietly, working on a macrame bracelet. It was a nice one, she thought; green and gold and blue in a zigzag pattern. It would probably be gifted to one of her children at some point. That was the usual for her crafts. She would much rather give something to someone who would use it than keep it in a drawer somewhere. She was nearing the end of this bracelet. Serafina measured it around her wrist and gave a small, satisfied smile. It looked like she had estimated right on the thread length for this one. She was getting better, mostly thanks to the help of an artsy friend of hers. As her hands worked on the bracelet in front of her, she was already mentally planning out her next one: shades of blue, in a wavy pattern. It would be lovely.</s>
<\|description\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Serafina "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Fin, Lils to close friends Birth Date: September 24, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Serafina has long brown hair with bangs sweeping over her forehead. Her eyes are hazel, and a bit bigger than the eyes of most girls her age. She's lightly tanned and her skin is fairly unblemished, with only the occasional small scar from childhood accidents. Standing at 5'5", she's rather short for her age, although she doesn't mind. Her ears are pierced, but she won't pierce anything else, no matter what. Her somewhat-guilty secret is a tattoo of a peacock on her back; its head reaches almost to her neck, and it covers most of her back. Her hands and feet are small, and she's not too curvy, but still looks feminine. Clothing Style: Serafina tends to dress in cream, gold, and brown, with the occasional splash of blue or green. She favors overlarge sweaters, leggings, and tall boots in the colder months, along with a fluffy scarf. When it's warmer outside, she wears shorts of a modest length and tank tops, paired with Roman-style sandals, although she will sometimes wear a sundress. The only jewelry she wears is a pair of blue sapphire earrings, which were a gift from her father. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Faithful romantic partners * Chocolate * "Adopting" younger demigods * Bollywood romcoms, especially one called Jab We Met * Singing Dislikes: * Cheaters * Zucchini * Mean people * People who mess with people's hearts * People hearing her singing Fears: * Failing to protect her "children" * Small spaces * Being unable to breathe Habits: * Mothering people in distress * Humming * Replacing an English word with a word in another language, usually Hindi Personality: ♦ Motherliness ♦ Loyalty ♦ Calmness ♦ Insecurity Serafina is a natural mother; she wants to take care of everyone, and usually does. Anyone she takes under her wing, she is loyal to until the very end. She's very calm in a crisis, and good at giving advice; at least, in certain subjects. She'll always be the first to encourage someone to believe in themselves and their dreams. However, she's secretly rather insecure about herself. She won't sing for anyone, because she thinks she's not that good at it. She thinks she's not very attractive, and won't listen when anyone says otherwise. Background: Serafina grew up with a father who loved her, no siblings, and no mother. She didn't mind it too much; she had her father, and that was enough for her. Starting school was a bit scary for her, but she made a few good friends, and "adopted" them all. In her group of friends, Serafina was obviously the mother figure. She looked after them all, sometimes without them knowing, and would do anything to protect them. However, she always kept her problems secret from them. The bullies in her middle school caused serious damage to her self-esteem. Despite her loving father and loyal friends, she believed the bullies when they said she would never amount to anything much. The issues she gained from school stayed with her all her life. Since she came to Olympus Academy, however, she's regained a bit of her self-confidence. After all, she is the daughter of the queen of the gods. Extra: Like I said before, Poseidon and Hestia~ (Also, I think Serafina would be able to officiate demigod weddings, yes?) --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hera, wife of Zeus and queen of the gods, goddess of marriage and faithfulness. Relationship With Godly Parent: Serafina has always been a bit in awe of her mother, which Hera has been patiently working to dispel. Hera just wants a loving mother-daughter relationship, but Serafina is a bit too respectful and polite for them to really bond. Secretly, Serafina wants to make sure she doesn't drive off the only mother she's ever known. Godly Abilities: Summoning - Serafina can summon peacocks, her mother's sacred animals, to defend herself. Knowledge of Love - Serafina can sense when a relationship is going well, and when a couple are nearing divorce.</s> <\|message\|>Clarissa Nikolina Price Location: Jay's Cabin Interacting with: Jay Tomers@Altered Tundra and Sam Krios@MiddleEarthRoze --- --- Hearing Jay apologizing, warmed Clarissa's heart and it seemed like the troubles of yesterday left her mind-until his apology trailed off after Skye forcefully hit her, with his blue bag. Hearing the yelling and threats outside, as Sam dealt with Skye...yet again. Clarissa let out a whimper of pain; her head spinning. Hearing Sam's words, she cracked a slight smile-his humor managing to cheer her up briefly...before the pain started to set in again. "I think, I might need something stronger than medicine and your hang-over remedy." she commented, joking along with Sam. Her brown eyes landing on Jay who rushed over to her. Feeling his hand against her neck, her skin felt bit fragile and she winced slightly in pain. Her blood dripping down her neck...slowly, but surely. "I am sorry too..." Clarissa breathed out, looking at Jay. Her hand shakily touched his arm for support. Squeezing his arm softly, she was letting him know in silence just how sorry she felt as well...she didn't want to argue either. She couldn't stay mad at Jay for long...nor did she want to. Last night...was hard and exhausting. The drinks spoke for her too....not just the confusion and hurt of his mistakes. A part of her guessed...he had a right to be jealous on some level. But it wasn't necessary...she wasn't leaving him for someone else...nor would she want to. Sam was her best-friend, a brother figure and she knew how he felt about Amelia-she was happy for them two. Hearing Jay's apology, Amelia flashed him a soft smile. "It's okay...mistakes happen. I know you don't want to lose Rissa..take good care of her. I am sure you will anyways." she told him, patting his back as she saw him examine Clarissa's wounds. Leaving Sam with Clarissa for a few moments-she rushed off to get that towel after Jay left for the green-house. Helping Clarissa into a more comfortable position, she pressed the towel to the back of her head. The pressure stopping the bleeding, making sure to keep her head leveled. Amelia kept a watch on the time-Jay wasn't gone long, but she wondered what he was looking for. "You'll be fine...just hold on. Keep talking to me and Sam." Amelia told Clarissa softly, trying to keep her alert and awake. She smiled at her softly-she knew that Clarissa and Jay would make up. And she was glad, that they seemed to be doing better than last night. Amelia kept Clarissa talking, to her and Sam. Seeing Jay rushing into the cabin, she glanced over her shoulder. "How long will this take?" she asked curious, as she kept an eye on Clarissa. She checked her head wound, it seemed like the bleeding had stopped. But she kept the pressure for a few more moments just to be sure. Once the bleeding was completely stopped, she wiped her neck free of blood gently. Amelia checked Clarissa's wounds once again...she would be fine as soon as the healing remedy was done. Maybe just head-ache and some bruising to the neck, a little bump on the head for a while...but luckily, Clarissa didn't have a concussion and seemed to be alert. Hearing Jay order Sam, Clarissa smiled softly. "Now, who's bossing who around?" she glanced over at both the boys, with a soft yet small smile-still feeling some pain from the incident....which was not accidental. She blinked, feeling a bit disoriented from the slight blood-loss, but not enough to pass out. But she groaned, feeling her head still throbbing. Amelia too watched Sam and Jay-smiling softly over at Sam. It wasn't her usual smile; it was more of her warm and in love type of smile. Clarissa noticed the smile, causing her to smile in return, at seeing Amelia watching Sam like that. "So...what happened with you and Sam last night?...spill! I want the deets." Clarissa smiled, poking her arm lightly, as best as she managed from her position on the floor..</s> <\|message\|>Peter Caddoc Sköjare Samael Krios Location; The Tomer Wood Mansion Interacting With; Jay Tomers @Altered Tundra Amelia Johnston & Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia --- --- Naturally, Sam was somewhat alarmed to see more blood than anticipated - he hadn't expected her to be that hurt. He knew fine well that head wounds generally bled a lot, but she must have hit it hard enough to give herself a concussion or something. Or maybe that was just the combination with the hangover. Once with Jay and the weird looking plant, he nodded to Jay's instructions, rubbing his hands together in somewhat nervous preparation. Hopefully he didn't chargrill this flower thing of Jay's - he was usually good with his pyro hands, but sometimes it just did not want to behaviour. Hopefully any playfulness had been used up on Skye's hair - at which point, Sam let out a chuckle, and he looked at Jay. "Dude, I broke his nose and set his hair on fire." He laughed, remembering the furious look on Skye's face. It was certainly decent payback for the little blond shit had done. --- --- Peter Sköjare Location; Café Interacting With; Raymond Severus Jones @Obscurus --- --- By the time the other guy had walked into the café, Peter had been sat at the counter for a good hour or so. Following his brief meeting with Hannah last night, and the earthquake, he'd actually got some practice in with his spear before it started slicing him up by itself. And amazingly, he didn't hurt himself last night. As such, he was in a remarkably good mood considering he was still littered in band-aids and bandages from previous nicks. "Eh, at least I got some sleep last night." He thought to himself as he downed the remainder of his coffee, then glancing over his shoulder as Harvey entered. He wasn't familiar with the guy, but he knew he was a Son of Artemis. One would assume a spwan of Ares, with the way he acted. Hard to believe he was related to the nice girl he'd met last night. "Malákas..." Peter muttered the greek insult quietly under his breath, rolling his eyes at the boy's rudeness. As Raymond came back into view, he offered up a smile. "I'll have another when you're ready, thanks." He asked politely, motioning towards his empty cup. He was currently indulging in a mocha - the perfect blend of coffee and chocolate. In front of him lay a notepad filled with writing, and an old book of spears he'd picked up in the library. It was written entirely in Greek - as would be expected from Greek Demi-Gods. Thankfully he was fluent in the language, although there were some ancient words in there he didn't understand.</s>	<\|message\|>Serafina Lily Lewison Kidnapper's Minion/William Lewison Location; Unknown/Chicago office Interacting With; Serafina Lewison/Secretary --- --- "Mr. Lewison. You don't know me, but you know my employer, and I have a message for you." The man smiled nastily into a camera. "You've been doing things my employer doesn't like. I'm to tell you to cut it out, or the consequences will be the worse for you." He walked with the camera, down the dungeon hall, towards a certain door. "Now, my employer is reasonable. How will you stop doing what my employer doesn't want if you don't know what it is? Simple. Instructions will be mailed to you from D. Johnson; I'm sure I don't have to tell you this is a fake name. Follow the instructions to the letter, and nobody gets hurt. However, if you disobey, or if you go to the police..." The man pushed open a door and walked inside, moving in a slow circle around the chair holding the room's sole occupant. "Your daughter will pay the price for your insubordination. Be careful, Mr. Lewison. My employer is not the most forgiving of people." Aiming the camera at Serafina's face, the man ended the video and laughed. "Don't worry, Miss Lewison. I'm sure daddy dearest will do anything to keep you safe." He left the room with a mocking laugh, locking the door behind him and leaving Serafina to her thoughts. --- "Mr. Lewison, a package has arrived for you." The polite voice buzzed over the intercom to William Lewison's office in northern Chicago. "Send it up, Miss Fisher." William replied, busying himself with paperwork while he waited for the package to arrive. When it came, he opened the small box to reveal a nondescript tablet and a white envelope. On the front of the envelope, in printed letters, were the words TURN ON THE TABLET. Curious, he did so. The tablet was completely clean of apps save for one; video player. William opened the app and watched the one video present. By the end of it, he was shaking with fear and anger. His Serafina, his little girl, had been kidnapped again, and there was nothing he could do to help her. With shaking hands, he opened the envelope to reveal the first set of demands, along with what punishment would be administered to his daughter if he refused any of them. He had no choice. With a heavy heart, he prepared to carry out his instructions.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Gary Isiah Crowe Gary Isiah Crowe Location; Various on a Quest to get to Olympus Academy; Currently Somewhere Unknown on the Seas Interacting With; A Motley Crew --- The smoke laden air was palpable enough that Gary had trouble seeing. Rushing through his nostrils was an oddly putrid and fermenting scent. The boy was stumbling in a stupor, trying to navigate his way through the smoke laden room. However his progress was halted with a quick thud, that caused Gary to fall down onto the stone floor below. Rubbing both of his eyes with the palms of his hands, he began muttering. "It sees, itseesitsees... omFray Olymposyay" As he continued mumbling, his neck gave a quick twitch as he stood up. Strangely he noticed that the smog blanketing the chamber was giving out. With that, he learned that the object that blocked his path was an aged casket. And more importantly, standing in front of him was a curious looking individual with a drawn bottle of wine. Gary was not able to see the individual's face, but instead saw something far worse. Gary's pupils dilated as he was starting to take in the horror of that mask. With massive light blue eyes that took up a third of the mask, they metaphorically pierced into Gary's soul. They were crudely drawn, and had a thick layer of black that surrounded them. The head had copious amounts of blue wig fabric which were drawn into two comically sized twin-tails. And alongside this, it held a single mouth agape in something that attempted to resemble a open smile. But it was really just a gaping pink maw which only enhanced the inhumanity of the thing Gary was witnessing. "Bac-." Was a fragment spoken through a cheap voice changer by the individual wearing the mask. The masked man walked closer as there was a faint jangling come from some piercings. "Cus." Finished the masked man. Gary just stood in place, twitching while he stared onwards now ambivalent about his current situation. From behind the wine casket, that stopped Gary earlier, slowly emerged another masked individual. Slowly popping up into view was the visage of a bright yellow bear. Now fully standing, Gary recognized the individual to be dressed in a Winnie the Pooh mascot outfit. "Bacchus." spoke the bear, which was quickly followed by another "Bacchus" by the voice changer. The boy took a step back, and then the strangely dressed individuals took a step forward while continuing the chant. The one with the wine bottle raised it menacingly and then... ________________________________________________________________________ "Bacchus!" Declared Gary as he did a sit up, emerging upwards from a pile of rotting refuse. Taking a quick sniff, Gary realized that yes he was in a pile of garbage. His toes were sticking out from a few blackened banana peels, torn up plastic baggies, and a countless amount of torn up silicon pieces. Knowing this, he gazed around curiously at his surroundings. Looking down he realized that he was in a straight jacket that was unstrapped and had its straps at the front. And he happened to be sitting next to a gentleman who was dressed in a surprisingly well-maintained Mao Suit who was scratching at his own face while cackling. Gary tilted his head as he stared at his associate, "Say pal! Where are we?" The man in the suit simply smiled as he grabbed Gary's shoulders. "We're not dead! But where's the suitcase?!" Gary gave a simple shrug, not fully aware of what events passed before awakening in this trash barge. Slapping himself in the face the man gave a small groan, before smiling wildly again. "Remember me?" Gary took a moment as he scoured his mind as he tried to remember previous events. Then it hit him, and Gary beamed a smile. "Yin! ...Am I at the Academy yet?" Yin began chuckling as he was scratching under his eyes, "If you mean that as a code for Thai Garbage Barge, then yes." Overhead there were countless caws as a flock of seagulls were flying above this intrepid duo. Gary paused for a moment as he began rubbing at his head, "Cool!" The boy declared with a sense of enthusiasm that was not deterred by the fact he was not where he wanted to be. He was sure that he'd reach the place soon enough. However a more immediate thought came to his mind as he crawled up towards Yin and stared him dead in the eyes. "What happened last, day, week, month?" Twitching, Yin shook his head as he began rocking back and forth. "Theycometheyco-" He shook his head as he realized that the strange boy asked him of what went down. "Well for this situation? It started when..."</s> <\|message\|>Thomas Mara Sephtis Thomas Sephtis Location; Demigod Housing Interacting With; Stella McGuire (@HushedWhispers --- --- Thomas threw the last of his scarves into a dresser drawer, drawing the one around his neck a little closer, shivering a little more. Damn cold nature. He rummaged through a large, transparent Rubbermaid container, eventually coming up with an apple. He sniffed of it suspiciously. Nope, no chemical scent. His mother hadn't absentmindedly touched it, thank God. He sighed in relief, standing back up and swiveling to face the door in one smooth motion, turning on the balls of his feet. And out to face the world, nothing but an apple in his hand. A world of superpowered, angsty, teenage demigods. Crap. Woefully underprepared. He shrugged as he locked his door and walked down the hall, looking at the bright red apple with something approaching admiration. He had to admit, he really respected the work of the harvest goddess. Wonder if there were any of her children here. Another shrug. He'd meet them soon enough, as he'd no doubt meet children of just about everyone. Man. Being a first year student blew. Speaking of other demigods... Blonde hair, blue eyes, self assured air... Bossing around someone similar. Fit. The other guy left quickly, a pissed off atmosphere traveling with him, and Thomas grinned slightly, watching the girl haul a few of her bags into her room before taking a relatively noisy bite of his apple. He chewed, swallowed, and smirked slightly, the apple in his hand only having a few more bites left to the core. "I'm guessing... Daughter of Zeus. Need any help getting those into your room? I only work by polite request."</s> <\|message\|>Corinthe Malakos Corinthe Malakos Location; Olympus Academy Interacting With; Alex Hannelore --- --- "Excuse me," Someone called. Cori snapped out of her daydream. Was that directed at me? She looked around to see a boy with a... A girl -she corrected herself- A girl with what appeared to be a small box."Hi" She said, giving the boygirl a warm smile. She had been worrying that it might be hard to make contact here. She didn't know demigods that well. Even though she was one, she still didn't really feel like one. So now she was genuinely happy that somebody talked to her. "Could you please help me with a riddle? I'm afraid I can't make heads or tails of it, and I'm sort of hoping you could help!" "Me?" she asked, pointing at herself. This was not a question she had expected. It intrigued her nonetheless. "Sure! I'll be glad to." It was actually kinda exiting. She just hoped she could be of any help. Bridging the distance between them with a only a few steps, she looked at the box."Is that the riddle?" She asked while pointing at the engraved object. With her finger this close to a mystery, she couldn't resist feeling it and subtly she stroked the surface of the box with her index finger. Looking up a slightly embarrased for what might have been inapropriate, she decided to shift the attention. "I'm Corinthe by the way. I'm new here." After introducing herself she looked back at the box. "So" she decided. "How can I help you?" Taking a closer look, the engravings turned out to be words. Words that didn't make much sense to her though. "Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Pedo Mellon a Minno. Im Narvi hain echant. Celebrimbor o Eregion teithant i thiw hin." was what it read. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Corinthe repeated the words in her head. For some reason, she was stuck on the first part. Ennyn Durin Aran Moria. Durin Aran Moria. Durin. Moria. Where had she heard those words before? She gasped for air a bit, when it struck her. "Isn't that from Lord of the Rings?" She really hoped she hadn't just said something incredibly stupid.</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; Olympus Academy Campus Interacting With; No one, but open for interaction --- --- Now that he had a willing audience, James switched from flourishing to actual tricks, which were delivered with his typical charm and drama. For such a natural showman, this was nothing. He kept an engaging grin on his face, delivering a few quips along with the instructions for the volunteers for his tricks. "Pick a card, madam, any card - not that card." James pulled the cards away from the lady currently assisting him, then offered them to her again with a smile. "I'm kidding, you can pick that card." The lady smiled back and picked the card. "Okay, now show it to the audience, not me." As if to ensure that he didn't see it, he covered his eyes. A few minutes later, he successfully completed the trick and started on another one. James continued this way for quite a while, until his hands grew tired. Using a bit of sleight-of-hand, he "vanished" the deck of cards. "I am sorry to say that this is the end, ladies and gentlemen. But fear not, I will return." He gave a deep, theatrical bow.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Tara Alexandra Niklos Tara Niklos Location; Party Interacting With; Rozalia, Jonas Highwind, Dallas Relo ( @MiddleEarthRoze, @HereComestheSnow, @Plank Sinatra ) "Tch." Muscles for brains. If that was a new one, Tara might have almost been impressed. As it was, being a child of Ares... Yeah, whoever this chick was, she needed to up her insult game. Calling a child of Ares "muscles for brains" was like calling a child of Zeus "needlessly stuck up" or a child of Poseidon "fish girl." At that point, you're just stereotyping, punching in the same spot thousands have before. It doesn't really hurt anymore. Her eyebrows went up as Jonas charged across the room, her hands sliding into her jean pockets. "Don't worry Jonas," she said, smirking slightly. "I don't hit children." Her attention shifted to the girl, giving her a once over with her eyes and shaking her head. "Come back to bat in 5 or 6 years, honey. Then I'll fight you, I promise. Until then... You're not worth it. As Relo here has KINDLY pointed out-" The venom level in her voice went up a notch. "-I'm not being a terribly good bouncer right now. Last thing I need him to think is that I bully little kids instead of actual enforcement of the rules." She shrugged, looking back toward the three in the corner that Dallas had pointed out. "Besides, if the level of anger waiting to happen there is any indication, I'm about to be busy." She flicked her eyes back to pint size piranha. "Honey, don't start the boobs thing. Please. That might wow Fred and Jimbo back at home but you're still a kid. Heck, I'm still young. Have your parents had the talk with you yet? The talk of avian and apiarian? You know, you're in an interesting stage of life, your body is changing in new ways... And I'm not really that comfortable explaining it to you." She started humming something under her breath, but unless Roze was a rabid fan of ABBA she wouldn't know what it was.</s> <\|message\|>Zaheen Ibrahim Zaheen Ibrahim Location; In the Path of Oncoming Freight Train that is Tara Interacting With; Rozalia, Jonas Highwind, Dallas Relo, Tara Niklos ( @MiddleEarthRoze, @HereComestheSnow, @Plank Sinatra, @Kaithas ) Zaheen wasn't big on parties. After all why should he be, the typical college party was an assortment of booze, sex and fights. When you mix all those problems with Demigods you end up with the proverbial up to eleven. Especially when it came to the fighting. As one can probably imagine, Zaheen wasn't a big fan of any of those vices. He didn't even drink for that matter, in part a result of his Islamic heritage and in part just the idea of the alcohol wasn't something he found particularly delightful. What use was there in slowing his mental facilities after all, it's hard to learn when one is drunk. Which begs the simple question of why Zaheen was even here and simply put the answer was rather straightforward. He was here courtesy of one Jonas Highwind and one Dallas Relo. My death will be there fault. That said, while he may have physically been at Dallas' party, he took the opportunity to simply barricade himself in Dallas' room and turn his attention to more important matters. Namely his current Diablo speedrun. If Dallas' parties had one boon, it was the efficiency with which Zaheen found himself able to set new personal records in Diablo. Perhaps it was a result of the frustrations and annoyance with all the noise fueling his adrenaline, or perhaps it was borne out of a desire to finish the game before the end of the party so that he could start up a new campaign the moment Dallas and Jonas found themselves free. Either way, Dallas' bedroom became Zaheen's personal sanctuary at times like these. That sounded really weird. Moving on. And crap, I'm out of soda. Again. Forced to pause his game, Zaheen bravely unlocked the door and entered the purgatory that is Demigod parties. That sight that awaited was a familiar yet equally horrifying one. Tara. Pissed off. To repeat. Tara, daughter of Ares, pissed off and more so than the usual. A L E R T A L E R T Alarms went off in Zaheen's head as he struggled to find a way to resolve the situation. Maybe if I- yeah, that might- let's try it. Raising a hand in greeting, Zaheen waved to the group. "Hey Tara, long time no see, Jonas and Dallas still giving you trouble?" Zaheen quipped with a laugh, "Mind giving me a hand a real quick? You're one of the few people to have beaten me in PvP, and I'm curious to see how you'd matchup against this new Diablo build I've been trying." Looks like I won't be getting that soda.</s> <\|message\|>Vivian Annabelle Corette Vivian Annabelle Corette Location; Dallas's Apartment/The Party Interacting With; Delilah Wells@karamonnom, Clarissa Price(Mentioned) @GoddessSophia --- --- The children of the gods sure knew how to party. All around, Vivian could feel the energy being emitted from every single one of them. From the yells and screams of excitement to the body-pulsing and high-bass vibrato from the pounding music entered every single one of them as they each delved into their own party-like activity. There were some that were playing beer pong, some were dancing to their heart's content, and some were fighting. While the latter wasn't necessarily a positive vibes, Vivian could see the smiles on their faces. Obviously those were the children of Ares and Athena. "Lilah, can't you feel it? The rhythm of the music adding to everyone's excitement; the dancing and the playing. Everything is so infectious," Vivian said, sounding almost intoxicated by whatever took over her. Her body spun around several times, taking in the positive feelings. When she did, Vivian's body faintly showed a golden glow. Vivian truly was taking in all of the excitement from everyone and adding to her already upbeat mood. As she took Delilah's hand, Vivian brought her brunette friend to a spinning motion, smiling nigh-infinitely. Each spin was met with a laugh from the daughter of Apollo. Whether it was just her or if Delilah felt the vibes too, Vivian was having the time of her life, being with her best girlfriend and enjoying the party to the best that she possible could. As they roamed around the free space of the party grounds, Vivian came to a complete halt, no doubt causing Delilah going face first into her friend's back, "no way!" Vivian said, turning her head, and looking at Delilah with an open-mouth, surprised look, "look over there, Lilah!" Vivian said, half-forcing Delilah to look towards where the beer and alcohol assortments were at, "Clarissa Price already making out with some guy. " Suddenly, Vivian's persona turned into that of some gossiping teenager. When Vivian turned her attention to the guy that Clarissa was macking on, she tried to figure out who he was. Vivian was a social butterfly, so she knew just about everyone at Olympus Academy. Even if they didn't like her(and vice-versa), she would know them at least on some level. As such looked at the currently locked with Clarissa's lips, she couldn't tell who it was. Granted, it was hard to determine who a person was by the side of their face, but even still; Vivian had no clue. The dark skin and the long, brown hair was as empty as Clarissa's kindness streak. SEriously, for as long as Vivian has had the displeasure of knowing Clarissa, she hasn't known the Daughter of Aphrodite to ever do anything nice for those who weren't her brother, The Platinum Prettyboy, Skye. So, to see her exchanging saliva with some skinny-looking, nigh-emo, caramel-skinned boy was an absolute shock for Vivian. "I wonder who that is?" She asked Delilah in a hushed, almost-whispering tone, "doesn't look like anyone that I know." Vivian said, disappointed almost, "how about you?"</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The party Interacting With; No one, but open --- --- After receiving directions, James headed off towards the party, contemplating the tricks he was planning to play. Would it be better to insert himself into the party quietly, or make a dramatic entrance? One look at the moon convinced him. "Heh. The Moonlit Magician is coming." A smirk settled onto his face as he thought out his entrance, and a tiny bit of him wondered if his father would approve. He squashed that thought, however. What did he care what Hermes thought? When he reached the apartment that the party was happening outside of, he wrote a note on a blank card and sent it flying through the air. His aim, perfected by years of practice, was spot on; the card flew between a couple of girls before hitting the wall by another demigod's face. The speed of the card ensured that it got stuck in the wall, and didn't fall to the floor. The note was rather simple, a single sentence along with KID's usual signature. I will be entering this party in exactly ten minutes. Kaitou KID~ After ten minutes had passed, he created an explosion of KID's usual pink smoke. As heads turned to look, he appeared when the smoke disappated, his back to the party, looking up at the moon. Then, he turned. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" He greeted them with a smirk and a bow. Just look at their faces! James loved the looks of surprise he gained from his getup, grinning on the inside, although his Poker Face remained unchanged.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Jeremiah Howard Tomers Jeremiah "Jay" Howard Tomers Location; The Party/Dallas' Apartment Interacting With; Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia, Stella Mcguire(mentioned)hr] --- "It's not your fault," said Jay, assuring Clarissa that what happened wasn't her fault in any way. If there was any thought going through Jay's mind, it was the blonde that just un-so-subtlety threatened him. She wasn't coy about it, she wasn't vague or trying to hide it under various metaphors. She flat out told Jay that if he ever did what he did to her again, he would live to regret it. Even after initially worrying about it, the more he thought about her words made it sink in even more. Jay had a strong sense of fear creeping up on him and he didn't like it. Then, when Clarissa would again speak, she spoke about how they both know that Stella(the blonde) felt she was above everyone else. Yeah, Jay would definitely echo that fact. If it wasn't clear in the way she spoke to Jay and Clarissa, then it was even more evident in the way that she presented herself - or rather, how she wouldn't even bat an eye to those that she felt were beneath her. Yeah, Jay definitely knew that now, even though he never had laid eyes on her until just a few moments ago. What a way to invoke the I'm-above-you attitude. "Zeus?" Jay asked curiously. "You mean Zeus as in the God of Lightning Zeus? The one who rules of all the gods? That God is her father.." Jay's said, his voice trailing off into fearful silence. His face went dead. Not literally, but the look of fear took his eyes shade of green and warped them into some kind of lifeless gray color. Jay's arms felt like they were dead, dropping to this sides and dangling in the free air. His breathing getting shorter and the air around him feeling heavy. Yup, seems like Jay just realized that Stella was no joke. When Clarissa asked if Jay was feeling alright, he shook his head as to snap out of whatever horror he was imagining in those nigh-dead eyes of his. "Oh, don't worry about me. They should be gone by a week from now," Jay assured her, giving her a smile. "I'm more worried about you. My physical cuts aren't nothing compared to what that Stella chick said to you. I'm sorry that I couldn't stop her from doing that," Jay's eyes went down as his head turned slightly away from Clarissa's direct view.</s> <\|message\|>Elize Vanzant Elize Vanzant Location: The bar in the kitchen Interactions with: James - @LadyTale & Jonas - @HereComesTheSnow Elize's long slender fingers easily surrounded the goblet she'd pulled out from the cabinet and filled with wine, something vintage. She'd never really had a taste for alcohol but drank the occasional glass. Her most recent foster family had formally adopted her and were very good to her, not to mention wealthy. Only the subtle edge of style from her clothing gave any hint of wealth as Elize never wore jewelry, not even a watch or earrings. Her blue eyes glinted sharply as she watched this young man, they settled comfortably on him just as a leopard might watch a gazelle fawn it planned on eating in the very near future. It wouldn't be very hard to imagine a long tail swishing idly behind her as she waited for the right moment to pounce. "Too much uptightness about things like that, a shame you can't just kiss who you want," Elize murmured smoothly, just loud enough for Jonas to hear her. She was utterly silent otherwise, even when she brought the wine glass to her scarlet lips. Of course it wasn't truly lipstick but a stain rather so that it left no mark on the crystal glass and remained perfectly intact. Lipstick was far too messy for Elize to bother with, it left stains and always looked pasty after one had worn it a while and had to be wiped off and reapplied. She had no time for that kind of bothersome activities. With her free hand the Huntress' daughter made a slight motion towards the bar, "Actual entertainment rather than watching petty squabbles would be quite delightful at this point." It was more of a matter of fact statement that was so typically Elize that disdain for this entire event oozed from it. Her blue eyes were still riveted onto this new comer as she spoke, she was also completely still. Aside from her abnormally silent movement her stillness was the other component to her most recent gift that tended to make people uncomfortable. It was quite unintentional at this point but effective nonetheless usually, she could push it and make it worse but she had not interest in doing so right now. She would have to see what the court jester had in store.</s> <\|message\|>Stella Rae McGuire Stella McGuire Location: Outside of Dallas' apartment. Interacting with: Raven Daemon -@WhiteStar19 & Peter Caddoc Sköjare-@MiddleEarthRoze --- --- Stella stopped in her tracks as another blonde headed girl approached her with an obvious statement. "They did but they got it coming to them." She scanned the girl from her head to her toes then locked eyes with her. It seems that the girl was a spitting image of her but of course, Stella was cuter. When she introduced herself, Stella did nothing but smile as she did the same thing back. "I'm Stella. Stella McGuire." Her head turned towards the apartment she had just left as she raised her index finger up and pointed. "There's the party but yeah, you might not want to go in there right about now." Stella commented as she was about to walk off but the the female spoke towards her again. When asked was she the daughter of Aphrodite, she literally wanted to cast her wrath upon this Raven person. But Stella threw up a little bit in her mouth then placed a hand over her chest while gulping, dramatically. "Excuse me, sweetheart but I am the daughter of Zeus. You know, the somewhat leader of the other Gods and Goddesses." Stella said as she smirked slightly towards Raven while scanning her one more time. "I can tell that you are going to enjoy your time here, Raven. Let's hope for your sake that we become the best of friends." She said while smirking again then eyed Peter as he came over. Stella glared at him after hearing his words then watched as he walked away. Her eyes were still locked with Raven's now as she stepped to the side and waved her arm in the direction of the party. "After you, I guess." She'd wait to see if Raven was actually going to go to the party or not before stepping off.</s> <\|message\|>Jonas William Highwind Jonas Highwind Location: The Bar-t of the Party (they can't all be winners) Interacting with: Elize Vanzant, James Oake, Dallas Relo, Rozalia Eathliel, Tara Niklos --- --- Raising an eyebrow, he gave a sidelong glance back at her after she said her piece. "Well, y'know, there's the whole slew of social stuff that it'd just sorta trample. The other people's relationship, their personal space, the whole 'intimacy' thing..." he listed off in a counterpoint. "It makes sense to me, anyway. Just keeps people from stepping on other people's toes and it's an old as all hell precedent." Seriously, kissing people out of nowhere was pretty weird. While he understood the sentiment behind it (mostly), he personally didn't agree with it once you brought the reality of human interaction into it. People weren't just understanding and all-loving, and frankly, things were better that way. There would be no competition, no desire to better oneself... People would have no drive. Frankly, he'd rather things be like they were now than some idyllic utopia, but he doubted Elize was seriously meaning to bring that much philosophy into this. Better to just watch the show as it was presented by this new guy. Quit pretending to be deep, you know? Smarter than the stereotypical Son of Ares or not, it didn't quite suit him. "Yeah. Pretty sure this doesn't run as much risk of Dallas's place getting trashed, and him consequently throttling somebody." he agreed. If he or Tara didn't give them the boot first, of course. They'd signed on as bouncers for a reason, they'd best earn their keep.</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The bar in the party Interacting With; Various people --- --- "All right then. Shall we start with a simple trick?" Using a bit of sleight of hand, James made a deck of cards appear in his right hand and began to shuffle them, throwing in a bit of flourishing as he did so. He began the set-up of a "pick a card" trick, intending to have the card end up in his hat brim, if he could pull it off. As usual, he couldn't help but make things as elaborate as possible. The better to amuse, of course. Scanning those nearby him, James fanned the deck and held it out to a random person. "I will forgo the pick a card, any card routine this time, as I'm sure it's not necessary." He offered a charming smile. "Besides, it would probably become annoying quite soon." Right now, he was in his element. Amusing through trickery. Entertaining through lies. The son of Hermes felt quite at home. Keeping his smile on his face, he waited for the person to pick a card. "You know the drill, don't you? Don't let me see the card, memorize it, and place it back into the deck." With the abundance of magicians these days, he was certain that pretty much everyone knew the basic tricks. Unless they had no interest in magic, in which case, why would they be watching him? Magic was pretty much his life, after all.</s>
<\|description\|>James Daniel Oake James "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid." -Jack Sparrow --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Trickster, Cardmaster, Jay Birth Date: July 17, 1997 Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: James has brown hair, dark brown eyes, and stands at 5'7". He prefers not to style or even brush his hair, letting it do what it wants, so to speak. His eyes are deceptively innocent at most times, but when he really gets serious, you can see it. He has a charismatic smile and several scars from monster attacks, although he mostly keeps them hidden. He's lean, but decently strong, with a runner's build. His hands are those of a magician, quick-moving and almost never still. His face is a handsome one, but when he gets angry, he looks downright frightening. Clothing Style: When he can, James prefers to dress sharply, usually in black pants, a white button up, and a dark blue vest. For his tricks, he usually rolls up his sleeves. When dressing sharply is a bad idea, he wears dark jeans, blue or green short-sleeved shirts, and occasionally a navy hoodie. No matter what else he's wearing, he always wears black running shoes. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Performing magic, usually with cards * Pulling off difficult thefts * Secretly, he loves Disney movies * Hard candy, mostly mints * Pulling the occasional prank Dislikes: * Cheaters, be it in a card game or a relationship * People who can't take a joke * Horror movies. He will not watch them * Broccoli * Calamari Fears: * Being trapped * Spiders * Failing when it's most important that he succeed Habits: * Card flourishing when he's nervous * Eating quickly, so no one can steal it * Locating all exit points Personality: ♦ Confidence ♦ Showmanship ♦ Friendliness ♦ Wariness James is, to all outward appearances, a confident, slightly cocky showoff. He's pretty friendly to almost everyone, but he only lets his guard down around the few he trusts the most. He always knows at least seven different ways to get out of any room he enters, and he makes sure that one of those exits are within his sight at all times. If you gain his trust, there's no better friend; if you betray his trust, you'll never regain it. He is also a master liar. Background: Until he was seven, James lived with his magician mother and his environmental scientist stepfather. A few days after his seventh birthday, however, both died in a car crash. Refusing to go into the foster system, he ran away three times but was always found and brought back. His fourth attempt, when he was fifteen, actually worked. He made his way across the country, performing card tricks and sleight of hand to earn a living. He turned to small-scale thievery when he was sixteen, using his magic skills to distract while he divested his targets of their wallets. Now, at eighteen years of age, he has come to Olympus Academy, almost entirely by accident. Extra: My favorite god is Poseidon; my favorite goddess is Hestia. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Hermes, god of travelers, merchants, thieves, and all those who live by their wits. Relationship With Godly Parent: James doesn't get along that well with Hermes. He's angry that the god let his mother die and never helped him. Hermes wants a better relationship with his son, but at the moment, James is still too angry with him to try. Godly Abilities: Persuasion - James can persuade almost anyone. Usually, this power/skill is used to convince people that he would never dream of stealing their wallet/watch/priceless work of art. It's gotten him away from several policemen and from those angry enough to take the law into their own hands. Stealth - When he needs to be, James is one of the stealthiest people not currently employed by one of the multiple spy organizations. This is what lets him pull off some seemingly impossible thefts, and is also very useful for playing pranks. No one will ever catch him, and if they do, he'll persuade them that they must be mistaken.</s> <\|message\|>Raven Silver Dameon Raven Daemon Location: Outside the Party/In the Party Interacting With: @HushedWhispers Stella McGuire, @MiddleEarthRoze Peter Sköjare, Rozalia Éathliel (mentioned), @Plank Sinatra (mentioned), @LadyTale James Oak (mentioned) --- --- "Thanks," Raven said, responding to Peter warily. "It was my mother's. It was the last thing she gave me before she... died." She lifted out the locket again and proceeded to twist it around in her hands as Stella told her to go first. "I should've expected Zeus, actually." Raven let out a laugh as she started walking toward the party. "How you walk. It emulates how my father described that Zeus does." Raven chuckled under her breath and shook her head before pausing for a moment, leaning onto her left leg as she looked back over at the two. "If you had to take a guess... who do you think my father is?" Raven said with a quiet snort, stepping back slightly to look back at them better. The girl was noticeably fuming, and Raven, against her own good judgement, figured it was better to keep her talking and calm her down than to have her run off and do something stupid and get everyone in trouble. "He has quite a reputation on Olympus. When you figure it out, come and find me. I would love to hear your answers." Raven chuckled and hurried off into the party. She hung back toward the door for a few brief moments, her eyes scanning over the party. She took a few steps in, eyeing her competition in this world, those who were the same as her. She took a couple steps more in and looked around, her hood still up around her face. It was slightly obvious that she stood out, as she was one of the only ones not dressed in nice clothing. She immediately started forward and noticed a small group of two girls and a guy. One of the girls looked as mad as Stella had been and Raven immediately knew to stay away. The guy was cute, but he looked to be kind of a douche. She would avoid him as much as possible. It looked as shown by everyone's face that there had been a fight. Maybe she should have heeded Stella's words... Instead, she turned toward the bar where there seemed to be a magic show going on. Oh, this should be good. She thought this to herself as she approached the bar, leaning against it, and watched the brunette begin to manipulate cards. She watched him carefully. There was something familiar about him, but she just couldn't put her finger on it...</s> <\|message\|>Clarissa Nikolina Price Clarissa Nikolina Price Location; Dallas's Apartment/The Party Interacting With; Jay Tomers @Altered Tundra --- --- Hearing Jay trying to reassure her, Clarissa smiled at him gently but she still couldn't help but feel the weight of the evening dawn on her. She still felt like it was her fault in some way. Surely if she would have told him about Zeke...or made her lack of romantic feelings towards Zeke clearer...maybe it could have all been avoided. This situation was not easy on either of them and she hated that Jay had to suffer; because of Zeke and now his sister's threats. The daughter of Aphrodite could see the fear and uneasiness written clear across his face. It only seemed to be more visible when she mentioned Zeus. Clarissa sighed with a nod "Yes...the one and almighty Zeus, is her father." That thought made her twitch feeling uneasy about it, just like Jay. It was clear that any child of Zeus was frightening...but Stella just seemed to be even more worse than some people could imagine. The blonde had no problem scaring people with threats, looks and her demeanor. The threats and the look would stay with her for a long time. Clarissa had already felt uneasy about the coming school year and she had a good reason to. No matter how many times Clarissa tried to shake the thoughts from her head and wanted to focus on something else; it was hard to. Jay's expression made her feel a bit more anxious and she looked at him worried. Their fear of Stella was mutual. She sighed softly as she listened to him speak and she smiled at him gently when he reassured her he was alright. She sighed as she tried to gather her thoughts, before speaking "It wouldn't be the first time, she said something like that to me....But thank you for wanting to try and stop her." Clarissa really did feel grateful for him trying to help and stick up for her. When he glanced away from her briefly, she reached down and gave his hand a squeeze as a thank you. Clarissa knew that most people thought of her the same way Stella did. Her manipulating people in the past was coming to bite her behind. She wanted to explain everything to Jay but she wasn't sure how to go about it; she didn't want to scare him off or make him think that she would treat him like the previous guys. In the past it was all just fun and laughs for her. But Jay really did mean something to her-even if they didn't know each other that well. Taking a deep breath she spoke softly. "I should probably tell you something...before you might hear it from someone else. I know...I am not the best person in the world, or never exactly was like most girls. In a way I am like my mother Aphrodite when it comes to men and relationships...It was just fun and games. Despite all of that, I do really care about you and like you...I didn't trick you into anything, I Swear. That's one of the reasons why I feel so bad about everything....I don't like Zeke, I never really did like him in that way and he knows that. It didn't change just because we spoke earlier tonight...I don't know what he thought changed in that short space." Looking at Jay, Clarissa bit her lower lip as she let it all sink in. The way she was honest about herself and the way she spoke/looked at him it was clear that she wanted to change...try to change. It didn't feel right to keep him in the dark and have someone else tell him how she was really like. "I get if you never want to speak to me again...after this. I just wanted to be the one to tell you." Glancing at the ground she closed her eyes; not sure if she what she was expecting next. A part of her hoped that he would not cast her away and still want to speak to her after everything.</s> <\|message\|>Jeremiah Howard Tomers Jeremiah Howard Tomers Location: The Party Interacting With: Clarissa Price @GoddessSophia And it'll be the last time. Jay made a mental note. Even if Stella was the scariest blonde woman he had ever met, he would try his hardest to make sure that she never said a mean word to Clarissa ever again. After Clarissa told him everything that she had to say, a lot of thoughts went through his head. The first being that some of the stuff that Stella said about her were true - albeit very messed up - they were true. She was like the infamous Aphrodite in the way that she used to manipulate men - and by extension, the relationships. Jay's initial reaction was that of worry. When she said that she didn't trick him and that she did - no, does - care for him, a smile came over his face. It was the kind of smile that one couldn't wipe away even if they wanted to. It was that kind of smile that was almost a tooth-faced grin. It was that kind of smile that spoke and bled of genuine happiness with a slight tone of relief. It was the smile that cemented Jay's curious, inner-inquires on whether or not she liked him too. For an obvious reason, Jay didn't even hear what she said after all of that. He had been taken over by his relief and genuine happiness that Jay took Clarissa in for a hug. To him, it was he tightest hug he had ever given, but due to his rather slim figure and lack of physical strength, it wouldn't be that kind of hug that was air-sucking. It was more of a moderate tight squeeze, but one that would probably feel good. The hug was self-explanatory. Even if Jay had heard what Clarissa say about how she would be surprised if he'd never want to speak to her again, the hug itself would give her that answer. And, if that wasn't enough for her, a half-laugh, half-cry of joy came over Jay as several tears of relief fell from his eyes.</s>	<\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The bar Interacting With; Various people --- --- The girl who had taken a card replaced it in the deck. "Ah, thank you, milady." James shuffled the deck thoroughly, then fanned it out. Showing the faces of the cards to the audience, he made sure they was easily visible. "Do you see your card here?" The girl shook her head. "To quote, that's because you're looking too closely. And the closer you look, the less you actually see." With a grin, he tapped the brim of his hat. Lo and behold, the missing card was stuck in the ribbon of his hat like a very unusual feather. Plucking it out deftly, he held it out to the girl. "Is this your card? The Jack of Spades?" The girl confirmed it with a rather excited yes, and James chuckled. With a bit of sleight of hand and a poof of smoke, the card was replaced with a rose, which he held out to the girl. She accepted it with a smile and a blush. "Now, for something a bit more complicated." A second deck appeared in the same manner as the first, and he began to shuffle them together, throwing in a bit of flourishing. "For this trick, I shall need a volunteer from the audience." A young man came forward, a son of Ares, James thought. "Thank you, sir. Now, here's what I need you to do..."</s>
<\|description\|>Zeke Aaron Carter Zeke Carter "When adversity strikes, that's when you have to be the most calm. Take a step back, stay strong, stay grounded and press on. -LL Cool J --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Zeke the Almighty or simply Z Enemies may call him 'Meat-head' Birth Date: January 25, 1995 Age: 20 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Zeke's eyes are a piercing blue that seem to stare into your soul when he is serious, but that doesn't happen very often and most of the time he has a very distant, glazed look. Nonetheless, he is very handsome with nice facial features. He sometimes has a stubble when he is too lazy to shave but likes to have a clean face. His blond hair glimmers in the sunlight and one can tell he is not ordinary when they look at him. He tends to loom over people when he is standing as he is a solid 6"6. He is fairly muscular, but not to the extent of a bodybuilder. He is more legs than torso and his arms are also very long. Clothing Style: Zeke prefers to wear tank tops to show off his muscles or if he could, be shirtless altogether. Still, he will wear things like t-shirts, button-ups, v-necks, and whatever if it is in his closet as he doesn't really care. He often wears athletic shoes such as Nike. Overall he doesn't really care what he wears because he knows that he would probably look good in it anyhow. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Hot girls * Working out * Meat * Sports * Competitions in general * Beaches * His 'bros' * Beer * His father being Zeus Dislikes: * Math * Girly stuff like things that are pink and Chick flicks * People looking down on him * Being ignored * Most teachers Fears: NONE -- but seriously: * Not being good enough * Disappointing his father * Tangerines (if anyone found out, he would probably kill them) Habits: * Speaking in third-person when he's fired up * Cracking his knuckles * Zoning out when people talk to him Personality: ♦ Arrogant ♦ Charismatic ♦ Tough ♦ Womanizer Zeke seems like your typical jock. He is full of himself, yet somehow seems to win people over with his confidence. He is tough, but more brawn than brains. He likes to mess around with women, and has a bad reputation as a player. However, there is more to him than meets the eyes. When something is really important to him or the matter calls for it, he will reveal a more human side to him. He is actually not completely an idiotic meat head, believe it or not. He simply does not like to reveal that other side of him in fear that it may make him seem weak or inferior. Background: Zeke grew up with a single mother for most of his life. He wasn't the easiest child to raise though with his awful grades and tendencies to get into fights. Hera, the wife of Zeus, was so upset at his affair with another woman that she did her best to make sure that he never met his son. His mother tried to explain that to him, even admitting that his father was the great god Zeus, but Zeke did not believe her. At least, not until his 13th birthday when Zeus, himself, finally came down to meet his son for the first time since his birth. At first Zeke was stunned and star-struck, unable to say a word. Then his father gave him a present that he cherishes more than anything, still today. A mini-lightning bolt, just for him. He hasn't used it, though throughout his childhood, that was always what he has gotten for his birthday much to his mother's dismay. He promised to only use it for emergencies, which never occurred, so he has 7 of them. Anyhow, now that he knew that Zeus was indeed his father, his confidence sky-rocketed and he started doing better academically, except in math. He was still competitive, but no longer got into as much fights. Why should he anyhow? He was part god. He was the son of Zeus. He didn't have to meddle with mere mortals. Soon he got recruited into Olympus Academy where he meets other demi-gods like him, though his arrogance remained. He was the son of one of the Big Three. Extra: My favorite goddess is still Iris. I guess I'll say my favorite god is Apollo. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Zeus! Relationship With Godly Parent: Making up for the time that they didn't have together during Zeke's childhood, Zeus has been a good father to him. They hang out, talk about hot girls, and even play ball together. Zeke loves his father a lot and looks up to him. Godly Abilities: Heroic Strength: While he was always stronger than most kids, it wasn't until he started working out that he realized that he had an insane amount of strength and physical capabilities. (Think Hercules) L-l-l-lightning Power!: Like previously mentioned, he does have lightning bolts at his disposal, he just never used them yet...</s> <\|message\|>Jonas William Highwind Jonas Highwind Location: In door, looking out upon the dorm parking lot Interacting with: Dana Harada, Adachihara Kazuma, Rebekah Cross, and Dallas Relo (indirectly) --- --- So this was a three-way conversation now. Okay, alright, socialization. All good. No issues. He butted into conversations a lot himself, he couldn't really find it in him to be irked with this kid for doing the same. "ORE SANJOU!" After all, she was just being helpful anyway. Better than he could say half the time, as he was sure Dallas would readily attest to. Yeah, this is actually alright. "You're doing fine, new languages are hard. There's a bunch of little food spots around campus. Up that way there's a nice little Italian place th--" "ORE WA KAZU! ORE SANJOU!" And then there was this guy, proudly standing with his arms folded across his chest and yelling their ears off from atop his and Zaheen's (soon to be Hansel's) pet project. Alright. Somebody must have been listening in on the puns from earlier and decided retribution was in order. The situation here was steadily spiraling out of control, and he'd never felt quite so lost in his own front lawn. "Hajimemashite." he repeated, this time more tersely and followed by a deep breath. "Watashi no torakku wa orite kudasai." Nice to meet you. Please get (off of/down from) my truck. Thank Dad I decided to start taking Japanese for my foreign language credits... . . . That had better be right.</s> <\|message\|>Rebekah Anne Cross Rebekah Cross Location: Academy Campus Interacting With: @Plank Sinatra, @HereComesTheSnow, @Onarax Two thoughts registered in the daughter of Athena's mind. The first was that it was odd that there was such a high concentration of Japanese demigods in this specific location, as well as a student that successfully spoke their language. While they weren't any more or less represented than any other nationality (after controlling for the school's location, at least), that not one but two new Japanese students would appear here was an oddity. She rather wished she spoke Japanese, as it would be greatly helpful. The second thought was that the newest arrival was being very, very loud. And Athena help her, if he didn't stop in the next few moments... Rebekah took a breath subtly deeper than her previous respiratory volume, and let it out a moment later. She wasn't sure how she had gotten herself wrapped up in such a noisy, irksome situation in so short a time, but now she was stuck. She couldn't easily leave without a valid reason, one she did not possess. So for the moment, she was stuck. "Kindly quiet yourself. Few understand you." She stated towards the loud one, as efficiently as possible. Verbosity was both unnecessary, and undesirable. In lieu of leaving the situation, she would instead attempt to tune out the noise and focus on her original intention. She took a few steps closer to the Ares dorms, bringing her into an easier speaking range, and addressed the Japanese girl directly. "Ms. Harada. As Mr. Highwind was beginning to state, there are several establishments on campus. The main dining hall is east, as I pointed. There is a decent Italian venue that way. There is also a Mexican and a Chinese establishment, of questionable authenticity, but excellent taste." "There are a few others, but those three are my personal favorites. The cafe-bake shop hybridization notwithstanding."</s>	<\|message\|>Zeke Aaron Carter Corinthe Malakos & Rozalia Éathliel & Zeke Carter Location: Roze's lair Interacting with: Each other --- --- Cori didn't pay much attention to Roze's room. First she had to patch her friend up. When the door had closed behind them, she walked over to the bathroom cabinet. "Don't worry Roze, just go sit on your bed and relax. Nurse... " She cleared her throat. "..Doctor Cori, is going to take care of you. I mean, they call me Doctor Death, but I never had any complaints from my patients." She tried to lighten the mood for her friend, hoping she could relax somewhat, after everything that had happened tonight. Though her jokes where never really the best when she tried to make them on purpose. When both girls sat on the bed, Cori looked at the cuts on Roze's cheek and gently pulled Roze's chin somewhat towards her, to get some more light on the wounds. "That's going to be a good scar, but it doesn't seem like your jaw muscle or any part of your skull got damaged. Can you fully open your mouth?" It wasn't like Cori knew exactly what she was doing. But common sense got her this far. She dipped a napkin in a bit of iodine she had found in the first aid kit, to clean the wounds. "It's just like you got scratched by a tiny trident. Here, hold still, this might sting a little." She was done cleaning the blood around the wounds, and now gently put the napkin on them to sterilize them. Zeke watched dumbly as the girls went to Roze's room where Cori began to help treat Roze. He wanted to help, but he really didn't know what to do. Which seemed to happen a lot to him. "Need anything?" he called out from the other room, somewhat hoping they would say no so he could just turn on the T.V. and watch something most likely sports related. Just being back in her cosy room with her two friends made Roze feel far more at ease, even despite the pain coming from her face as "Doctor Cori" began cleaning it. Roze followed Cori's instructions, wincing as she did so, and then glanced at the medical kit as Cori placed the napkin over her wound. Roze was sure that the cuts weren't deep enough to need stitches - not that she had any with her, obviously - but there were butterfly stitches in the kit that would do. "I think we're good in here Zeke." Roze called out to him, smiling slightly at the fact he hadn't stepped a foot into her bedroom. Damn, Cori had him trained well in such a small amount of time. Handing the steristrips to Cori - who would be able to apply them with far more ease than Roze, she called out to him again. "You can get something to eat or drink if you want, or put the TV on." She said, then paused, looking back at Cori and lowering her voice. "Hey... would you guys mind if you stayed the night? I don't... really want to be alone." She asked uncomfortably, hoping Cori wouldn't mind. If Roze was alone tonight, she just had a vision of her sitting in the bathtub with a baseball bat, chair against the door and not getting a wink of sleep. As is normal behaviour after an attempted kidnapping. "Alright! Thanks Roze!" Zeke didn't waste a second and quickly found the remote, turning on the T.V. He flipped the channels until he found something he liked then got up to get something to drink. He walked over to the fridge and looked to see what Roze had. He was surprised to see that there was beer but did not complain. He was going to have to ask her where she got it though. Just in case of emergencies. He returned back onto the couch, making himself comfortable. He probably should check up on the two of them but... he didn't want to interrupt anything or intrude. "Nope," he thought to himself. "The best thing to do is to just wait here until they need me." Cori carefully placed the steristrips over the wounds. "There you go. All patched up." She said to Roze when she was done. Packing up the medical kit, she enjoyed being able to fly the scissors to their place with her powers, whilst at the same time packing the leftover bandages with her hands. A little concentration game, that she was getting better and better at. When Roze asked her to stay the night, she was happy that she would be able to be near her with all the dangerous things going on. "Roze, I would stay here even if you didn't want me to. Nobody is going to kidnap you. I will make sure of that." She turned her head to faintly hear some noise coming from the t.v. in the other room. "I'm pretty sure Zeke will want to stay too, but let me check on him to be sure." Cori walked over to the other room, where she found Zeke all comfortable on the couch. "Hey Z" She said while smiling brightly at him. "Thanks for carrying us today." She crawled next to him on the couch and kissed him on the cheek. "With everything that's going on, I think it's a good idea if we stay with Roze tonight. Will you stay with us?" Zeke wrapped his free arm around Cori without looking away from the screen. "Yeah. Sure." he replied, not really paying attention as he was distracted by the game. Fortunately for them, it soon was commercial break, allowing Zeke to focus his attention on her. "Sorry, what were you saying again?" he asked, feeling a bit bad that he wasn't focusing on what she had said. Cori punched him in the ribs. She liked being able to let out her anger without actually being able to hurt him. "I thought you were listening!" But she wasn't really that mad, so she continued with a normal tone "Will you stay with me and Roze tonight?" "I probably should," Zeke replied after some thought. "Some one needs to stay around and protect you guys. Especially with what has been going on lately."</s>
<\|description\|>Elize Vanzant Elize Vanzant "Even in the darkest of times sometimes one must only remember to turn the light on. -Dumbledor --- --- Personal Information Nickname: Shewolf Birth Date: October, 14, 1992 Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual --- In The Mirror In Depth Appearance: Elize is tall and willowy young woman, standing roughly five foot ten inches while barefoot. She appears the picture of frailty with long limbs and sharp features. Despite this she is much more athletic and strong than she appears, her muscles are toned and cut, they flex rather than bounce. Her hair reaches to about the stop of her breasts and is thick, a lovely shade of dark auburn red. Elize's face is a memorable one, perhaps it is her cool tropical blue eyes set above a set of sharp cheekbones. Her skin is a cool pale with soft blued undertones and is dotted with freckles in various places from across the bridge of her nose to her shoulders and back. Clothing Style: Elize is fairly simple as far as clothing is concerned. She generally wears little more than a tank top and a pair of jeans or shorts. She is usually barefoot so that she can feet her connection to the Earth. --- Delving Deeper Likes: * Being in nature * Animals * Coffee * Hammocks * Cooking Dislikes: * Liars * Harmonicas * Men who act like pigs * People who don't like animals * People who sing a lot Fears: * Not finding someone to love her * Something happening to her animals * Losing her mother Habits: * Popping her knuckles * chewing with her mouth open * drifting off, day dreaming Personality: ♦ Kind ♦ Untrusting ♦ Quiet ♦ Stubborn Elize is quiet, but not for the usual reason. Elize is not shy, she merely prefers the presence of animals to that of people. Animals can be read without doubt, humans not so much. She is often quite easy to talk to and does occasionally like to engage in social interactions with other humans but not very often. There is little that unsettles her, she tends to be very calm and collected. With little show of emotion towards other humans, Elize is often considered to be cold. Background: Elize has somewhat of a rough past, she was gifted as a young child by her mother with the ability to communicate animals after Elize made the wish that she would always have friends and thus she does. However, with most things there is price to pay. Elize was gifted with animals and training them but was always lacking in typical human social skills. When she was a young girl her father got into the wrong crowd of people and ended up overdosing on drugs. As a result Elize was transferred into the foster care system and was bounced around from place to place. This was the reasoning behind her very first wish to her mother. She had reliable friends who would never turn their backs on her so long as she did returned the favor. Around her 10th birthday Elize landed in a home that was not the friendliest, every step she took was too loud, every breath too wheezy. This led to her second wish to her mother, the Goddess granted Elize the ability to exist in utter silence. She eventually started to use this to her advantage and began to escape for late night walks to see the animals in the woods but the family eventually found out and sent Elize away, frightened of how she had gone so quickly from an awkward loud child to an utterly silent one. Elize's next home was much kinder to her, school was not though as she moved from awkward tween to young adult. She was pushed about in school and though much stronger than she appeared her willowy appearance lead to her being picked on and betrayed. She learned quickly that the only things she could trust were the animals she encountered. She stayed with this family until she was an adult and veered out on her own with the guidance of her mother. Elize eventually found a cabin in the woods to rent when she was 19. When she turned 20 though her mother insisted that she attend school with the other people like herself. Extra: Elize is quite self conscious. --- Godly Information Godly Parent: Artemis Relationship With Godly Parent: Artemis is definitely more fond of Elize than she is of her other child, though not exceptionally calm. She has been there when it was possible for her to be and gave Elize gifts when she needed them most. Her first gift she receive when she was a young child, others followed at various times during her life. Godly Abilities: Animal Tongues - Animals communicate with noises and body language, everyone is aware of that. They also have another form of communications that involves something slightly more complex. Unlike humans animals have no metal shield that keeps their emotions hidden from those around them. They communicate in pulses of emotions that radiate from their body, wild animals are more erratic and harder to read than domestic animals. Elize has the ability to read these pulses and communicate in the same manner. She can also faultlessly read body language and vocalizations. Her ability to communicate through emotions has been somewhat learn, she has a natural knack for it but she cannot read animals she's never encountered before right away based on emotion alone. Subtle Silence - Elize could quite possibly be one of the stealthiest people you might ever have the displeasure of meeting. This is a result of the second gift her mother granted her. She has the ability to be nearly completely silent, unless she simply deliberately makes noise when she is moving she is utterly silent; her breathing is slow and precise, her steps measured and even. This gift is useful for a variety of things from scaring other students to fitting in well in the forest among the animals. Predatory Presence - This was the latest gift her mother has bestowed upon her. Have you ever been out somewhere and felt extremely uncomfortable in the presence of someone? Felt the need to flee thought there was no reason to do so. Elize has the ability to give this feeling to people intentionally or unintentionally. It is also the reason behind her fluid motions and predatory nature. She has a tendency not to follow but to stalk, to prey on weakness, it is rather unintentional most of the time. She is also an adept tracker as a result of this. My favorite goddess is actually the Egyptian goddess Isis. Laurel Demirci "Among all the sights of the docks, the noble truck-horses are not the least striking to a stranger. They are large and powerful brutes, with such sleek and glossy coats, that they look as if brushed and put on by a valet every morning. They march with a slow and stately step, lifting their ponderous hoofs like royal Siam elephants. Thou shalt not lay stripes upon these Roman citizens; for their docility is such, they are guided without rein or lash; they go or come, halt or march on, at a whisper. So grave, dignified, gentlemanly, and courteous did these fine truck-horses look - so full of calm intelligence and sagacity, that often I endeavored to get into conversation with them, as they stood in contemplative attitudes while their loads were preparing. But all I could get from them was the mere recognition of a friendly neigh; though I would stake much upon it that, could I have spoken in their language, I would have derived from them a good deal of valuable information touching the docks, where they passed the whole of their dignified lives." -Herman Melville, Redburn. His First Voyage, 1849 ---</s> <\|message\|>Vivian Annabelle Corette Vivian Annabelle Corette Location; Dallas's Apartment/The Party Interacting With; Delilah Wells@karamonnom, Clarissa Price(Mentioned) @GoddessSophia --- --- The children of the gods sure knew how to party. All around, Vivian could feel the energy being emitted from every single one of them. From the yells and screams of excitement to the body-pulsing and high-bass vibrato from the pounding music entered every single one of them as they each delved into their own party-like activity. There were some that were playing beer pong, some were dancing to their heart's content, and some were fighting. While the latter wasn't necessarily a positive vibes, Vivian could see the smiles on their faces. Obviously those were the children of Ares and Athena. "Lilah, can't you feel it? The rhythm of the music adding to everyone's excitement; the dancing and the playing. Everything is so infectious," Vivian said, sounding almost intoxicated by whatever took over her. Her body spun around several times, taking in the positive feelings. When she did, Vivian's body faintly showed a golden glow. Vivian truly was taking in all of the excitement from everyone and adding to her already upbeat mood. As she took Delilah's hand, Vivian brought her brunette friend to a spinning motion, smiling nigh-infinitely. Each spin was met with a laugh from the daughter of Apollo. Whether it was just her or if Delilah felt the vibes too, Vivian was having the time of her life, being with her best girlfriend and enjoying the party to the best that she possible could. As they roamed around the free space of the party grounds, Vivian came to a complete halt, no doubt causing Delilah going face first into her friend's back, "no way!" Vivian said, turning her head, and looking at Delilah with an open-mouth, surprised look, "look over there, Lilah!" Vivian said, half-forcing Delilah to look towards where the beer and alcohol assortments were at, "Clarissa Price already making out with some guy. " Suddenly, Vivian's persona turned into that of some gossiping teenager. When Vivian turned her attention to the guy that Clarissa was macking on, she tried to figure out who he was. Vivian was a social butterfly, so she knew just about everyone at Olympus Academy. Even if they didn't like her(and vice-versa), she would know them at least on some level. As such looked at the currently locked with Clarissa's lips, she couldn't tell who it was. Granted, it was hard to determine who a person was by the side of their face, but even still; Vivian had no clue. The dark skin and the long, brown hair was as empty as Clarissa's kindness streak. SEriously, for as long as Vivian has had the displeasure of knowing Clarissa, she hasn't known the Daughter of Aphrodite to ever do anything nice for those who weren't her brother, The Platinum Prettyboy, Skye. So, to see her exchanging saliva with some skinny-looking, nigh-emo, caramel-skinned boy was an absolute shock for Vivian. "I wonder who that is?" She asked Delilah in a hushed, almost-whispering tone, "doesn't look like anyone that I know." Vivian said, disappointed almost, "how about you?"</s> <\|message\|>James Daniel Oake James Oake Location; The party Interacting With; No one, but open --- --- After receiving directions, James headed off towards the party, contemplating the tricks he was planning to play. Would it be better to insert himself into the party quietly, or make a dramatic entrance? One look at the moon convinced him. "Heh. The Moonlit Magician is coming." A smirk settled onto his face as he thought out his entrance, and a tiny bit of him wondered if his father would approve. He squashed that thought, however. What did he care what Hermes thought? When he reached the apartment that the party was happening outside of, he wrote a note on a blank card and sent it flying through the air. His aim, perfected by years of practice, was spot on; the card flew between a couple of girls before hitting the wall by another demigod's face. The speed of the card ensured that it got stuck in the wall, and didn't fall to the floor. The note was rather simple, a single sentence along with KID's usual signature. I will be entering this party in exactly ten minutes. Kaitou KID~ After ten minutes had passed, he created an explosion of KID's usual pink smoke. As heads turned to look, he appeared when the smoke disappated, his back to the party, looking up at the moon. Then, he turned. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" He greeted them with a smirk and a bow. Just look at their faces! James loved the looks of surprise he gained from his getup, grinning on the inside, although his Poker Face remained unchanged.</s>	<\|message\|>Elize Vanzant Location; The Party Interacting With; Dallas Relo/Open --- --- A tall willowy figure headed towards the loudness of the party, her cousins were the brightest and bubbliest bunch you could imagine but what could you expect from the children of Apollo. Her uncle's children were what one would picture when you thought of rich, plush children. She had not lived such a kind life though, it was part of the reason that as she moved there was primarily silence. Even her heels sounded hushed, they only made a soft click as they hit the ground rather than the loud clack most women made in heels. Her upper lip was already partially curled as she drew closer to the boisterous group of people. Apparently Dallas had not bothered to put any of his shit in his house. Absolutely none of it. She could only assume that her mother had insisted upon this visit because they were family. She had met them on other occasions, mainly after being forced to do so in school. Elize's specialty was not people. The little birds in the trees surrounding the little party were calling and chattering, hoping for food to be left outside. She sent out a small pulse of reassurance there would probably be plenty for them to snack on in the waking hours of the party. She was glad for her cousin's laziness just this once, outside was clearly where she belonged. Elize settled her face before she entered into the lit area of the party looking for who around. It was very clear that directly inside Tara was screaming about something or another while Vivian was chattering eagerly about someone or something. Nothing of interest to Elize surely. She maneuvered fluidly through the crowd of people, not touching anyone. That was an added benefit of her latest gift from her mother. People tended to move away from her without having to be asked. Her blue eyes cut across the inside of the house to find what Tara had been screaming at, Dallas. Of course, he had managed to make her angry. That was nothing unusual though. What was unusual was the smaller girl attempting to make light of things and really only making things worse than they had been to start with. She moved silently, her loose blouse billowing on her willowy frame while her jeans clung to toned legs. Though she was not particularly fond of other upright readily sentient beings she did have somewhat of a sense of fashion. She was quickly moving through the people to make her way behind the bar. "Dallas what have you started now?" She murmured as she reached the bloodied young man.</s>
<\|description\|>Stefanie "Stef" Beauamant Age: 29 Race: Breton Gender: Female Starsign: The Ritual Birthplace: Bruma, Cyrodiil Appearance: Being a Breton, Stephanie does not stand tall - at an unassuming height of 5'4, with a slim yet curvaceous figure. Toned muscles exist in her arms and legs, but are not obvious to the eye. Her heart-shaped face is in no doubt a comely one - slightly pointed ears, a dimpled smile, and light blue eyes rimmed with hazel. Atop her head is long hair the colour of a warm mahogany - red and gold hues within, and a slight wave to it's shape. However, she does have her fair share of scars - several claw marks have left small ridges in her skin on the top of her arms and back - there are also some old crescent shaped marks on her neck, from vampire attacks in her past. She doesn't like talking about them. Personality: Generally an easy-going and humerous girl; despite a less than easy life, Stef prefers to keep an light mind about things. It tends to make life easier, she's found. As such, she can be quick to build companionship's or make jokes; the more a situation deteriorates, and the more nervous she gets, the more jokes come from her mouth. On the other hand, she has a fierce temper. Although not easily broken, the few times she has lost it has left people dead - and she was well within their rights to kill them, but it was done in a slightly more... frenzied manner than she is used to. From this temper lives a fierce protectiveness over things she cares about deeply, although she has become used to not sharing this type of bond with anything these days. After so many years of loss, she'd rather not become emotionally invested in someone, as it will lead to a grieving of death afterwards. As such, she lives a nomadic lifestyle - never staying with the same people for a long amount of time, and constantly traversing the countryside. Because a long travelling companion means emotions are bound to come into it once more. If one is to become her friend, her jokes become less, and her naturally friendly and companionable side is shown; not making quips for the sake of breaking the silence, but rather enjoying once another's company. She also has a very large reckless and rebellious streak - more often than not she will storm into danger, simply to see what happens on the other side. Backstory: As is the story of many a thief, her road has not been an easy one - not original. Losing her parents at the young age of ten, she was fostered by her Uncle - although a kind man to her, he was constantly hard at work as a guard, and had a more than discriminatory background. The small amount of time she spent with him, usually involved his racist rants, or him telling a story of mistreating a beggar in the street. These were not words she was comfortable to hear - and in her own way of rebellion against him, turned to the streets in her free time to learn trade from the very beggars and burglars her Uncle shunned - in replace for gold coins and food, they taught her how to be quiet, how to pick pockets, and better yet, how to pick locks. While this was going on, her Uncle was paying for her to be trained in fighting - although many things, sexist was not one, and he firmly believed all should be taught how to defend oneself. She began with blades, but soon found her forte in the bow, practicing with both until she turned 15, and her Uncle had a most untimely death. Left alone once again, she was unable to keep up the rent on the small Bruma home, and was cast out. Now stuck in the awkward stage of not child enough to be given a free home, and not adult enough to get a decent upkeep - Stef turned to the beggars for aid. And aid her they did. By the time she was 20, she considered herself to be an expert thief - survival was no longer an issue; she would rob stately homes and castles simply to prove she could. Any fleeting friendships or romances with fellow thieves or marauders ended quickly, for none could keep up with her, nor stay quiet like her. Over time, they were killed or imprisoned, and she quickly taught herself to stop mourning for them. However, it was companionship that saved her life, and broke her heart in the end. At the young age of 23, she and a fellow Thief - a handsome Nord by the name of Amund - came across a vampires nest in an old castle. They split up to begin with - as was the norm - but Stef was unused to vampires. The very shadows that she was usually invisible in betrayed her to the beasts, unknowing of their existence and ability to see in the dark. It was Amund who saved her that day, only to succumb to blood loss himself upon killing the beasts. This experience changed Stefanie - both in combat, and in personality. Although the recklessness still existed, she is cautious to take others along in her journey - lest they end up like all of her companions in the past. As such, she had nobody to dig her out of trouble when she was pinned for a crime she didn't commit - some noblewoman murdered in her bed. Sadly, that had been while Stef was robbing her home. She's been in the Imperial Cells for about a month now, and her thin face is beginning to show it. Skills: As a rogue, Stefanie's skills lie in the sneakier category - sneak, acrobatics and athletics are at top tier, as her manner of surviving means she relies a lot on running and climbing as opposed to actual brute strength. Keeping in line with her fleeting lifestyle, she generally sticks to lighter armours such as fur or leather. Not to say she doesn't have strength - there is more packed than one would think of her size. With a great love of light blades and the bow, she has honed her skill in both - although more proficient in the bow, her knives are to be considered just as deadly. As for her less deadly of skills, she is skilled in lock-picking, pick-pocketing, and speech. She is let down by her lack of knowledge in magic, and inability to use any weapon heavier than a steel longsword. Extra: The one trinket she holds with sentimental value is an Amulet of Mara - her Mother's Amulet. She was thankfully able to store it before her arrest, as she figured it bad luck to wear such an item of purity while doing a deviant act like robbery. She also thinks her Mother would be ashamed of her lifestyle, and as such, doesn't wear it when on the job - perhaps her Mother won't know that way.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriel Emile Aeckard Gabriel Aeckard Location: Roy & Sons Nursery and Garden Center Interacting With: Anomala, Roy Jr. --- --- "...So, uh, y'got any work experience?" Rj continued the conversation, breaking the awkward pause brought forth by Gabe's not-so-subtle implications. "Not really." Gabe shrugged. "I mean, I've worked before, just not at a store." Rj nodded in realization. "Ohhhh, so like, volunteer stuff?" He elaborated. Gabe had a brief lapse of thought in that moment, a memory being relived through his psyche. A peaceful outing of planting young shrubs with dryad siblings was harshly interrupted by a hellhound ambush. A horrendous incident that left Gabe with several new scars, both physical and mental. The Harvestchild parted with a sister that day, it was one of the events that had him consider moving out of the park. "...Yeah. Something like that." He slowly replied, diverting his gaze momentarily. "Mala, your friend's being weird. I can't have that shit around customers." Rj piped up, giving the nymph a indifferent grimace. Mala's expression curled up at the comment. "Oh grow up, Rj. Gabe's fine. He's just been through a bunch. Moving from New York n' all..." She defended him. "He's young, strong, obedient. Give him work, and he'll do it. You can trust this one." Rj was skeptical. "Hey, it's better than I can say for any of those other college kids." Mala added with a smirk. Rj gave the two another uneasy look. "...Right. I'll give 'im an application." Relenting, he began back towards the little building that housed his office. Mala and Gabe followed behind him, staying just out of earshot. The nymph looked far more excited than the boy. "Does he know about you, me…what we are?" He whispered to the nymph, in reference to their mythical backstories. "Well shit, Gabe, if he didn't before, he might just know now!" She whispered back, a twinge of frustration in her voice. "What was with all the dramatic pauses?" She asked. "Memories popped up...had a lapse...sorry about that." Gabe hesitantly replied. The confession was quick to make the nymph feel guilty for her snark. "Hey," She stopped, pulling him to the side as Rj disappeared into his office. "The easiest way to prevent that, is to focus on the present." She brought him in close, her voice low and sincere. He appreciated the simple encouragement. "Yeah...you're right." He quietly replied. Roy Jr. reappeared back into the scene, breaking the two out of their personal moment. In his hands, were a few pieces of paper. "Aight, fill these out to the best of your ability, then hand 'em back whenever you get the chance. Preferably before the day's out. I'll see what I can do about getting you some work here." He instructed, handing Gabe the sheets of application papers. "Okay, I can do that...thanks." He gave the two a considerate nod before turning towards the exit gates. "Wait, you're not gonna fill it out now?" Mala tried to stop him. "I'll get to 'em ASAP. I'll be back when your shift's done, yeah?" He called back. She couldn't help but sigh. "Okay...see you then, Harvestchild~." Mala said her farewells with a knowing smirk. "Ugh." Gabe began walking faster. "Harvestchild? What's that supposed to mean…?" Rj mumbled at their interactions, before getting back to work.</s> <\|message\|>Sovor. The Imperial bloody prison. Sovor grumbled in annoyance as the guards shoved him into the cell and locked the door behind him. He was surprised to see he wasn't alone; a Breton woman already occupied the cell. Sovor stared at her for a few seconds before shrugging and sitting down on the stone floor, his back against the wall, the cell's gate on his left-hand side. He looked out through the bars and pinched the bridge of his nose. So this is where I spend the next twenty years... fucking n'wahs. From the opposite side of the corridor someone started talking to him. "Hey, there! You! Kinsman! I haven't seen another Dunmer in here in I don't know how long. Where you from, huh? Vvardenfell? You got a wife back home?" Sovor looked up and narrowed his eyes at the other Dunmer. Untraditional hairstyle, no tattoos, smooth skin, clear voice. "No, outlander, I don't," Sovor replied. His voice sounded like tanned leather and grit, affected by decades of ash storms. "Now shut up before I find a way into your cell and do things to you that would make your ancestors scream, little swit." Taken aback, Valen Dreth, the Dunmer in the opposite cell, balled his fists. "Think you're so tough, n'wah? You'll change your tone after the guards are done with you. Oh, that's right. You're going to die in here!" Ignoring the outlander's whining with a dismissive wave, Sovor turned his attention back to the Breton woman in the cell with him. "Fucking outlanders, right?" he said companionably.</s>	<\|message\|>Stefanie "Stef" Beauamant "Huh. Must be over-flowing the cells this week." Was Stefanie's first thought as a newcomer was shoved into her cell. At first, she'd been apprehensive, hearing the guards approach. They were none too kind to her - but with a Dunmer in the cell opposite, they preferred battering Dreth with insults moreso. She didn't know why, but so many damned guards had issues with Elves. "This one deserves it though. What an almighty bastard Valen is." When the guards weren't hurling abuse at either him or her, Dreth was whispering foul things - about what the guards would eventually do to her, about what he would do to her if the bars hadn't been in the way... the usual stuff. So when another Dunmer was launched into her cell, she was none too pleased. However, it was obvious he was far more companionable than Dreth. Despite his harsh words to his fellow Dark Elf, he had a strangely pleasant grittiness about him - a harshness from the wild she was more accustomed to than the slime of Valen. "Well, I suppose I would be what is considered an Outlander." She began, a smile already beginning to form on her lips. "But for that slimy son of a bitch in particular, I'm inclined to agree with you. I wouldn't bother talking to him - years in a cell has clearly addled his brain." "You shut up, Breton wench! You're not leaving this prison 'til they throw your body in the lake!" Naturally, Dreth exploded at her interruption. She rolled her eyes, standing up from her favourite corner to stand by the newest addition. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I've got a few decades in me yet, rat-boy. Go chew on some skeever tails." She replied dryly, then offering her hand to her fellow prisoner to shake. No matter the situation, she did enjoy introductions. First impressions, and all that. "I'm Stefanie Beauamont - call me Stef, if you like. I figure if we're spending some time together, we may as well known each other's names." Stef stated, torchlight from the outside corridor illuminating her pale face. After a month in prison, the lack of food had began to show - her cheeks were far hollower than when she had been interred, and various smudges of her dirt streaked her face. Nevertheless, bright eyes shone through, a spark of mischief ever alive within them.</s>
<\|description\|>Jimmy Jameson Sex: Male Age: 57 Appearance: Jimmy is a small man, around 5'6, with grey hair on top but iron coloured around the sides. He has tanned skin, blue eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. He wears chef whites. Occupation: Sushi Chef Crew or Passenger: Crew Improvised Weapon: Broom handle with a fillet knife fixed onto the end of it by duct tape and wire. Equipment of Note: Cigarette lighter, crew radio, crew keys. Location: Sheldon's Sushi Bar, Deck 2 Aft.</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy. "There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger. Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet. "Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however. "The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder. And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?" "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone. Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel." Then the bar's doors locked. "For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess." Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it. The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds. "Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt. @Fillet@McHaggis@Jack</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom. "Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway. "One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!" As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.) There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.) "This ain't good." Stevie quiped. "LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!" Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.) Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick replied to the waitres chick introducing himself to her, turning around on his bar stools saying "Well I was drinking in here a while ago and suddenly shit went south"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "So, Uhm, you did that..?" Nadia asked, pointing to the dead girl. "I was in the lobby when it all happened.. I wonder if that man is still chasing after me.." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) chalres laughed into the mic "I am not crazy, i am sick and sadistic, not crazy though." he unlocked the doors, whitch would have no effect as the person had just smashed them. "No need to smash the door, it was a good door... I installed that door myself, took an hour to do. ah well" He thoought he should check the casino, lots of "fun" things happen at the most crowded place on the ship. Fortunately there was some fun to be had "Back away slowly, when it goes dark... bolt" he put into the tanio for the casino, often used for promotions of who won. he hit the switch and caused a blackout on deck, you could see, but not by much. He also notcided the soar powered chainsaw so he shut the blinds cauing a pitch black room "Good luck, shout when your out and ill lock the doors"</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick was hoping they didn't notice the Suspiciously dead girl lying against the bar counter, but hey it wasn't His fault that she just decided to go crazy and attack him. She vomited all over his shoes for Christs sake Well a awkward voice, much like a child when he was caught taking cookies out of a cookie jar, Nick answered the Waitress Oh yeah, She went crazy and attempted to kill me, yeah I had to kill her....sorry Truth be told, he just killed the girl because she messed up his shoes</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Ah, I see" Nadia said, keeping quiet as she looked at the girl.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy lunged his mop-spear at the crazy in the Hawaiian shirt, planting the fillet knife deep into its chest. The man screamed briefly, half in hysterical laughter, half in terror, and then crumpled to the ground. The old lady was next, and she came in swinging with her weighted handbag. Jimmy reacted quickly, thrusting his spear at her, and realising too late that the duct tape had failed, and that the knife was still embedded in the man with the Hawaiian shirt. This being the case, the harmless end of the map handle smacked against the old crone's face, knocking her glasses from her eyes. "You fight like a little bitch," the old woman snarled, and then threw herself into Jimmy. He punched, and punched, but the crazy had the strength no elderly woman had the right to bear. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and started trying to choke him. "Help HELP HELP YOU USELESS IDIOTS!" Jimmy screamed towards the kitchen, before returning to the struggle.</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu launched himself through the doorway, past the chef and into the old lady. She flew across the corridor from the impact, only stopping when her body hit the far wall. Ryu quickly shifted his attention to the two girls in bikinis, who were advancing towards him with evil grins. Ryu glanced at the chef. "Two on two, take your pick which one you want." He said.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy struggled to his feet, clutching his swollen throat. "Fuck that hurt," he coughed, and then looked at the advancing bikini crazies. "I've got the left!" He barrelled into the girl on the left, using his fists to pound her face into blood and teeth fragments. She laughed excitedly, and produced a razor blade from who-knows-where. Jimmy saw it just in time to roll clear of her, before it sliced his neck clean open. "Oh come on honey," she said, getting to her feet and wiping the blood from her mouth. "Don't you like me?" Jimmy looked left and right for a weapon, and settled on a small metallic bin with a flip-lid. "Oh I like you plenty sweet heart," he said with a smile. "But my friend, Ben the Bin, likes you more so!" With that, he swung the bin at her head, cracking her across the side of the skull. She fell to the ground, and he moved over to stomp down on her head. "I really hope there's no cure for this, I'm killing a hella lotta people today. Would be a shame if all it took was some paracetamol!"</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella gave the dead girl another look, before she started drumming on the water bottle in her hand. She was starting to become restless, and more and more worried about where her friend Tindy might be. She couldn't stand being in this bar anymore, she knew she should be looking for Tindy because she would be looking for her. "Alright, I'm leaving." Ella announced and started walking towards the doors. "Good luck" Ella took a look around before she entered the lobby. It was completely silent. Too silent.</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins As the chef declared he was after the left girl, Ryu looked at the one on the right. "Looks like you've got me then." He said before lunging towards her, his right hand curled into a fist. As he got within reach of the girl, he swung his fist at her. It connected with her jaw with a rather satisfying crack and she stumbled back, a little dazed. Ryu launched another right hook, followed by a left. Blood started to trickle from the girl's mouth. She threw her arms up in defence and another right hook connected with her arm. She was trying to fight back but Ryu was relentless and very quick. He swung a left hook under her arms into her stomach. Her arms, almost instinctively it seemed, moved from her face and covered her stomach. She gasped as the punch knocked the wind straight out her and bent forwards slightly. As she did, Ryu launched a roundhouse kick with his right foot. It connected with the side of her head and she crumpled to the floor, blood still trickling out of her mouth in a steady stream. He wasn't sure if she was dead but she was certainly out cold and that was good enough. Ryu didn't fancy killing someone unless he absolutely needed to. Ryu turned to the chef as he remarked about a cure. "Cure? So this is a disease affecting them? That's what's making them homicidal?" He asked. "I guess we're immune to whatever it is then?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "W-wait" Nadia started to say when she left. Something felt wrong. She felt more uneasy than earlier on. Nadia hurried over to the door and opened it, only to find that it was empty. "Hey, uhm, I still don't know your name but, we have to go get her! There was this crazy guy in the lobby! He might still be there!" Nadia said to the guy, panicked. Suddenly, she was pulled backwards and her mouth as covered by a hand. "Theere you are!" The voice of the man from the lobby shouted in her ears. Immediately, Nadia kicked behind her and went back in the bar because he released her.</s>	<\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The mechanic's question stumped Jimmy for a moment; he had assumed that everyone was infected by an illness of some sort. Why? Well, for one there was a nasty bug going about the passangers on the Hippo's first day at sea. Secondly, the crazies seemed feverish- perhaps even delirious. It had to of been some kind of biological illness, to Jimmy's mind. Though what caused it, was beyond him. "Well," Jimmy said finally, "by the amount of blood I'm covered in, I woulda thought I'd of savaged your face by now and eaten your balls." The former sushi chef looked about. The area outside of Sheldon's Sushi bar was a kind of mini-mall, with a linear foyer lined with various small shops and bars. The "West Gate", it was called. Everything seemed eerily quiet, and this made Jimmy nervous. No bodies, no mess. Just quietness. "I'm going to the bridge," Jimmy said quietly, keeping his voice down. "You're welcome to come with me. I think we'll stop by security on our way, see if we can't kill that moron playing with the ship's systems." He stopped and pointed over at a compacted Sports 4 U store. "We'll find weapons in there, nothing much, but I reckon they'll have a golf club or a croquet mallet."</s>
<\|description\|>Stevie Ripeoffa Sex: Male Age: 28 Appearance: Occupation:Snake Oil Salesman Con Man Legitimate Businessman Crew or Passenger: Passenger Improvised Weapon: Anything he can get his hands on! (Though he'll only be starting with his "MAGICAL PLEASURE MACHINE" (AKA A long stick with a snowglobe with a hot guy inside at the end.)) Equipment of Note: Large Empty Sack (Previously filled with his AMAZING INVENTIONS, but they scattered all over the ship when he ran away from the sick people) Stolen iPhone Handful of Poker Chips (Grabbed when the Casino was being taken over when he was on the biggest losing streak of his career.) (And whatever he may be able to pick up in the room he locked himself in.) Character's Starting Location: Someone's First Class Cabin. (He locked himself in the first open doored room he could find.)</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) Green and red lights, thats all there is. Big blinking screens of screaming men and women getting dragged off. Its sad that they all asume that he is evil but what can you do, the engins packed out a few hours into it and he lost contact to wheel house. it doesnt matter tho, he is happy in the server room, peaceful and in a area that no one will touch, "The survace corridore" even before the outbreak it sucked to go down, now the flickering lights make it worse. "Never mind, ill check the bar" to his good will there were some people there, and they diddnt look angry, they looked scared... yes. but not angry or in the mood to kill him, he pressed down on the tanoi for that area "Umm? Hello? Please tell me your not an army group of people? Im quite lonly in my little office and would LOVE! some company."</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa Stevie observed the boy, smirking a bit. This arrogant asshole reminded Stevie of his days when he was that boy's age. Arrogant, Stupid, Thought people would actually buy that he was the second coming of Christ. He felt a spiritual bond with this guy. He showed off the necklace with the keycard attached. "Here it is, but it's not leaving my sights anytime soon." Stevie started. "I think we were meant to meet in this room. I can tell that even though you're dressed like an employee, your eyes and faces tell me that you're only here to make money. Just like me." Stevie reached into the pocket of the Cruise Crazie he killed with the vodka bottle and found a wallet. He tossed it to Devon. "We both are in an interesting situation youngster, with a distinct advantage. We're on a cruise ship right? One where the ticket to the worst rooms cost $45,000. Then there must be a safe where that money is kept. Maybe in the places where this keycard can get us. If we team up, I protect you, you protect me. When we reach that safe. We'll split the money 60-40, and get the hell off this thing! And don't worry...you'll get the sixty...youngster." Stevie offered his hand, he would probably be true to his word, of course not mentioning the real reason he wants extra protection.</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick swore he heard a man screaming stuff like hes in some bad Slasher flim, Noticing how the girl offered him water, took the bottle with his right hand Thanking her by saying Yeah thanks, but is there any vodka in there by any cha- And then a another girl burst into the bar, it was raining women today, Oh well look who joi- and then was cut off by some guy speaking on the intercom, Nick was getting a bit pissed, Oh hey look that kid over there is trying to speak lets interrupt him! Nick ignored the intercom and instead waved to the new girl with his left hand, still sitting at the bar counter,</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) "does thing thing work? im talking to you man who is taking water water and women who is giving." he leant back in his chair and flicked a few switches turning the lights of the bar to emergency mode "Now, you answer me, or i shut down the whole section for an hour."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia looked at the man at the couch warily and went closer, sitting down at a chair around 2 meters away from him and the other women. The bar then was set to emergency mode and Nadia looked around, surprised.</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick let out a sigh, and yelled Yes yes we hear you loud and clear into the air, being shut down for a hour in a tiny bar isn't very good, the shoes that were drying caught Nicks eyes, Nick gotten off of his bar stool and Slide over the bar counter, landing on the other side and grabbing his precious shoes, he put them both on, his shoes were White as snow and as clean as a.....uhh.....clean... forget it,</s> <\|message\|>Tindy Tartson @Jack @McHaggis The chef is crazy, she thought and involuntarily took a step closer to the - she looked up at the sexy knight in shining armour who must have had come to her rescue - "I don't think we've met before," she said to him with a dazzling smile. "I'm Tindy and I'm your side." She turned to the chef and quickly added, "Your side. You're on the good side, and I'm on there." The girl he was with - who didn't look to be any kind of worrying adversary against her for Hotty McHotness - seemed to have retained some sense and humanity. She would need to talk to her and Hotty in private about how to find Ella and get out of this nightmare alive. If they could… maybe.. smack the chef over the head when he had his back turned once they reached safety and didn't need his crazy violent assistance; it was a tempting thought Tindy kept in the back of her mind. "I need to find my best friend, she's a waitress. Have you seen her? Her name is Ella. She was rostered to work tonight in Top Floor."</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) "Ah, good, i thought ths thing never worked. well thats not true but you know?" he kicked his feet back and flicked the lights back on "Now you dont have to see in a red tone" he checked the other screens for more life. There was a woman stadng next to someone, now charles liked crude jokes, jokes like switching on the spriklers to scare people, he be leant back, flicked the emergancy lights on and the main lights off, locked down the doors and put a red swirling light on... and in a calm and slow voice spoke into that zone "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" he leant in his chair to watch them hurry and scram.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia sighed in relief as the lights became normal and she looked around, noticing the dead girl was near her. She got up and moved over to sit further away from her, sitting nearer to the girl on the couch. "So, Uhm, who are you guys?" She asked, looking at the guy and the girl. They didn't seem to be crazy like the man she saw earlier. And also they didn't attack her nor talk in a weird creepy way. Perhaps they were sane..? "I'm Nadia" she smiled, hoping to get the conversation going on.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) charles spun back around and flicked the Tanoi, "Charles, i work the machines"</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa While Stevie waited for Devon's answer, using his free hand, he put the adjustable cane into his sack and pulled out the radio. "While you contemplate, I'll see if there's any suckers who'll be willing to help us." Stevie flicked on the radio, "Hello? Hello? Sorry we haven't talked on this channel, we're still alive, just a bunch of Cruise Crazies tried to ambush us. Anyone else still alive after their dealings with these guys?"</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) the radio on his shoulder sparked to life "I have eyes on 2 groups across the ship who seem to be alive over"</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu looked at Tindy with a quizzical look. The situation the ship and all those aboard it were in and this girl was attempting to flirt with him? At least he thought she was. "No, we haven't..." He said. "I'm Ryu." He added, also announcing to the chef and the girl he had managed to identify as German from the accent. "As for your friend, you three are the first people I've seen bar the obese guy who tried to kill me not 10 minutes ago, so no I haven't seen her. A more pressing question though is what the hell is going on here? As I just mentioned, 10 minutes ago I woke up with someone trying to kill me. Then I come here and it's a massacre site and you're..." He motioned at the chef at this point, "... waving a damn spear around and dropping microwaves on people! What the hell was gotten into everyone suddenly?!" He was almost on the verge of shouting now. It was at that moment, just when Ryu thought things weren't going to get any worse that the lights went off, replaced with what must have been emergency lighting, the doors locked down and a warning about radiation blared out. Ryu let out an exasperated groan and shook his head. "Lovely. Just what I needed!"</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy. "There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger. Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet. "Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however. "The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder. And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?" "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone. Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel." Then the bar's doors locked. "For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess." Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it. The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds. "Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt. @Fillet@McHaggis@Jack</s>	<\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom. "Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway. "One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!" As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.) There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.) "This ain't good." Stevie quiped. "LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!" Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.) Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."</s>
<\|description\|>Ella Jones Sex: Female Age: 19 Occupation: Waitress in one of the ship's fancy restaurants Crew or Passenger: Crew Improvised Weapon: none yet (but since she's in a kitchen she will probably end up with a knife or something) Equipment of Note: Crew keys, crew radio, Location: In the kitchen (to the restaurant she working in)</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) "Ah, good, i thought ths thing never worked. well thats not true but you know?" he kicked his feet back and flicked the lights back on "Now you dont have to see in a red tone" he checked the other screens for more life. There was a woman stadng next to someone, now charles liked crude jokes, jokes like switching on the spriklers to scare people, he be leant back, flicked the emergancy lights on and the main lights off, locked down the doors and put a red swirling light on... and in a calm and slow voice spoke into that zone "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" he leant in his chair to watch them hurry and scram.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut Nadia sighed in relief as the lights became normal and she looked around, noticing the dead girl was near her. She got up and moved over to sit further away from her, sitting nearer to the girl on the couch. "So, Uhm, who are you guys?" She asked, looking at the guy and the girl. They didn't seem to be crazy like the man she saw earlier. And also they didn't attack her nor talk in a weird creepy way. Perhaps they were sane..? "I'm Nadia" she smiled, hoping to get the conversation going on.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) charles spun back around and flicked the Tanoi, "Charles, i work the machines"</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa While Stevie waited for Devon's answer, using his free hand, he put the adjustable cane into his sack and pulled out the radio. "While you contemplate, I'll see if there's any suckers who'll be willing to help us." Stevie flicked on the radio, "Hello? Hello? Sorry we haven't talked on this channel, we're still alive, just a bunch of Cruise Crazies tried to ambush us. Anyone else still alive after their dealings with these guys?"</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) the radio on his shoulder sparked to life "I have eyes on 2 groups across the ship who seem to be alive over"</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu looked at Tindy with a quizzical look. The situation the ship and all those aboard it were in and this girl was attempting to flirt with him? At least he thought she was. "No, we haven't..." He said. "I'm Ryu." He added, also announcing to the chef and the girl he had managed to identify as German from the accent. "As for your friend, you three are the first people I've seen bar the obese guy who tried to kill me not 10 minutes ago, so no I haven't seen her. A more pressing question though is what the hell is going on here? As I just mentioned, 10 minutes ago I woke up with someone trying to kill me. Then I come here and it's a massacre site and you're..." He motioned at the chef at this point, "... waving a damn spear around and dropping microwaves on people! What the hell was gotten into everyone suddenly?!" He was almost on the verge of shouting now. It was at that moment, just when Ryu thought things weren't going to get any worse that the lights went off, replaced with what must have been emergency lighting, the doors locked down and a warning about radiation blared out. Ryu let out an exasperated groan and shook his head. "Lovely. Just what I needed!"</s> <\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella drank some water from her bottle before she put it down on the bar counter. Then she leaned down and took out a vodka bottle and slid it down the counter towards the guy. "There you go, sir" She said, dragging out on the word 'sir' that she always had to use when she talked to or served a passenger. Ella knew herself too well to know that she wouldn't stand to be in the same room as that guy for much longer, and she needed to find Tindy. She just wished that Tindy was alright, and hadn't gone craxy just yet. "Hey, by the way. You haven't met someone namned Tindy, have you? She's part of the crew." Ella asked the guy. "Or have you been to busy making sure that your fancy clothes are okay?"</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson The lights dimmed, and then fluttered out in the Sushi Bar. Jimmy, who had been resisting the urge to kill the two newcomers out of a warped sense of survival, braced himself for impact. Whenever the lights played up, it was always because of wave-related turbulence. Not so much as a slight vibration emitted from the floor however. "The generators are failing," he muttered, lowering his spear completely and staring at the blank lights in stupid wonder. And then the warning beacon came on, flashing an eerie red glow. Jimmy knew this light was used to convey emergencies, but it was normally accompanied by an alarm. "The fuck?" He mumbled, growing increasingly anxious. "Where's the alarm?" "Attention, Radiation iminate, evacuate now" boomed out over the bar's speakers in a cool and neutral tone. Jimmy smiled. Then laughed. "Okay," he said, struggling for breath. "Looks like a crazy has gotten himself into security. Great. That's fantastic." Noticing the worrying looks on the faces of his make-shift companions, he shook his head. "Unless that microwave I dropped was actually a fusion generator, there's not much chance of a radiation leak on a ship powered primarily by diesel." Then the bar's doors locked. "For fuck sakes," Jimmy cursed. He picked up his radio, went to utter some curses to the crazy with it, but then realised it was cracked and not working. "Huh," he said, "must have broken in the excitement. Oh well. One of you tell that prick we're coming for him - it wont do to have a crazy playing Saw in the middle of this mess." Jimmy felt invigorated by the no-nonsense hero attitude he had so suddenly adapted. He moved back into the bar, noted that only a few crazies stood outside the establishment, and promptly went about smashing his way through the large glass windows. He picked up a bar stool, hefted it to see its weight, gave a smug nod and chucked it. The glass shattered as the stool-shaped battering ram flew through it. Four crazies - a man in a Hawaiian shirt, an old lady in a stupid blood covered cardigan, and two young girls with matching floral swim suits, came charging through. They sliced themselves up bad on the broken pane, but only seemed to chuckle excitedly as the blood gushed from their flesh wounds. "Could do with a hand out here," Jimmy called back to the kitchen, and then charged for the Hawaiian Shirt. @Fillet@McHaggis@Jack</s> <\|message\|>Stevie Ripeoffa The alarms could be heard through-out the entire ship, including the first class. Only some more laughter was heard over the intercom. "Sheesh, can't I get a moment's piece of mind?" Stevie quickly raided the fridge for another Vodka Bottle and Coke, quickly dropping them in his bag. "Come on Kid! He yelled, grabbing Devon by the wrist and pulling him into the hallway. "One of the Crazies must be in the control room. Once we get up there, we should be able to take over. And get our caaaaaaaaaSHIT!" As the two entered the Casino, they realized it was mostly empty, except for a giant stage gimmicked for someone named "The Mysterious Jericho". On the stage were ten crazies, five of them looked like dancers, assistant to a magician. Each one wore a different colored dress, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, and Orange. (There must've been six before because they wore the same dress of the one Crazie Stevie killed. Only she wore purple.) There were also five other crazies, three guards, and two guys in Hawaiian Shirts. (Stevie was beginning to feel there was a pattern in what these guys wore to indicate strength.) "This ain't good." Stevie quiped. "LADIES! AND GENTLEMAN! BOYS AND GIRLS! STEP RIGHT UP TO SEE THE MYSTERIOUS JERICHO! AS HE RIPS OPEN THE REMAINING PEOPLE ON THIS SHIP!" Suddenly a magician wearing a white suit, top hat, and cape jumps at the top of the structure. Carrying......oh god......STEVIE'S MAGICAL ONE USE CHAINSAW! (A regular chain saw that was solar powered and never ran out of Juice.) Stevie looked up, the entire room was covered by a skylight and it was a REALLLY sunny day outside. "This is not good at all."</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick replied to the waitres chick introducing himself to her, turning around on his bar stools saying "Well I was drinking in here a while ago and suddenly shit went south"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "So, Uhm, you did that..?" Nadia asked, pointing to the dead girl. "I was in the lobby when it all happened.. I wonder if that man is still chasing after me.." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Bravo Two Nine (Real name Charles Richardson, first is just a radio name) chalres laughed into the mic "I am not crazy, i am sick and sadistic, not crazy though." he unlocked the doors, whitch would have no effect as the person had just smashed them. "No need to smash the door, it was a good door... I installed that door myself, took an hour to do. ah well" He thoought he should check the casino, lots of "fun" things happen at the most crowded place on the ship. Fortunately there was some fun to be had "Back away slowly, when it goes dark... bolt" he put into the tanio for the casino, often used for promotions of who won. he hit the switch and caused a blackout on deck, you could see, but not by much. He also notcided the soar powered chainsaw so he shut the blinds cauing a pitch black room "Good luck, shout when your out and ill lock the doors"</s> <\|message\|>Nick green Nick was hoping they didn't notice the Suspiciously dead girl lying against the bar counter, but hey it wasn't His fault that she just decided to go crazy and attack him. She vomited all over his shoes for Christs sake Well a awkward voice, much like a child when he was caught taking cookies out of a cookie jar, Nick answered the Waitress Oh yeah, She went crazy and attempted to kill me, yeah I had to kill her....sorry Truth be told, he just killed the girl because she messed up his shoes</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Nut "Ah, I see" Nadia said, keeping quiet as she looked at the girl.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy lunged his mop-spear at the crazy in the Hawaiian shirt, planting the fillet knife deep into its chest. The man screamed briefly, half in hysterical laughter, half in terror, and then crumpled to the ground. The old lady was next, and she came in swinging with her weighted handbag. Jimmy reacted quickly, thrusting his spear at her, and realising too late that the duct tape had failed, and that the knife was still embedded in the man with the Hawaiian shirt. This being the case, the harmless end of the map handle smacked against the old crone's face, knocking her glasses from her eyes. "You fight like a little bitch," the old woman snarled, and then threw herself into Jimmy. He punched, and punched, but the crazy had the strength no elderly woman had the right to bear. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and started trying to choke him. "Help HELP HELP YOU USELESS IDIOTS!" Jimmy screamed towards the kitchen, before returning to the struggle.</s> <\|message\|>Ryu Hawkins Ryu launched himself through the doorway, past the chef and into the old lady. She flew across the corridor from the impact, only stopping when her body hit the far wall. Ryu quickly shifted his attention to the two girls in bikinis, who were advancing towards him with evil grins. Ryu glanced at the chef. "Two on two, take your pick which one you want." He said.</s> <\|message\|>Jimmy Jameson Jimmy struggled to his feet, clutching his swollen throat. "Fuck that hurt," he coughed, and then looked at the advancing bikini crazies. "I've got the left!" He barrelled into the girl on the left, using his fists to pound her face into blood and teeth fragments. She laughed excitedly, and produced a razor blade from who-knows-where. Jimmy saw it just in time to roll clear of her, before it sliced his neck clean open. "Oh come on honey," she said, getting to her feet and wiping the blood from her mouth. "Don't you like me?" Jimmy looked left and right for a weapon, and settled on a small metallic bin with a flip-lid. "Oh I like you plenty sweet heart," he said with a smile. "But my friend, Ben the Bin, likes you more so!" With that, he swung the bin at her head, cracking her across the side of the skull. She fell to the ground, and he moved over to stomp down on her head. "I really hope there's no cure for this, I'm killing a hella lotta people today. Would be a shame if all it took was some paracetamol!"</s>	<\|message\|>Ella Jones Ella gave the dead girl another look, before she started drumming on the water bottle in her hand. She was starting to become restless, and more and more worried about where her friend Tindy might be. She couldn't stand being in this bar anymore, she knew she should be looking for Tindy because she would be looking for her. "Alright, I'm leaving." Ella announced and started walking towards the doors. "Good luck" Ella took a look around before she entered the lobby. It was completely silent. Too silent.</s>
<\|description\|>Mark Johanson Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Caucasian/USA Rank: Lieutenant Method of getting powers: Gene Therapy Experiment or recruit?: Recruit Powers & their limits: Telepathy: Mind Speak: Send messages to people at a distance. Distance based on concentration. Mind Link: Connects him to another mind. He can then alter perception or view their memories. Mind Meld: Merges with their mind, so that he can relive their memories and alter them. Very short range. Mind Sense: Can tell where other minds are around him. Personality: Wants to learn as much as he can about technology and powers. Backstory: When his apartment was destroyed in the initial invasion, he joined the recruits, despite not trusting the government. The threat was too serious for him not to join, he believed. He had been a mechanic in a factory before that, so he got trained as a technician for the military. There he chose Gene therapy for his powers, as they would give him the most control and wouldn't risk brain damage. He trained his powers every day after that, and, when they discovered that the aliens use telepathy and can invade minds if you get too close, he started using his powers to train the others in mental defense, something which anyone could learn, even if they didn't have powers, though the powers made it easier. When they started forming teams, he chose to join Hatsuki's team, as he was one of the few people she considered a friend because he had taught her to defend her mind almost as well as her powers let her defend her body. Equipment: Kevlar armor, Shoto, 12 ga pistol grip shotgun with Magnesium shells, AK-47 with hardened rounds</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Nurse Micheal, I just want you to know I sincerely 'preciate all ya do here.", Harry nodded to the short, muscular man who had helped him into his suit, receiving a halfhearted grunt in response, "I 'spose I should get to shippin' out, then. Wish me luck!" The servos in Harry's armor buzzed as they flared to life, each movement carefully calibrated by electrical feedback from his own systems, a second skin of steel that was his and his alone. He remembered the conversations he had; how he should have gone into R&D work, stayed out of the fighting, served his country some other way- it would never have worked. Without the living power plant that was Harry Abrams, his inventions were worthless. His armor alone was tailored to himself to the point that, even if someone did manage to develop a battery capable of powering it, the force of the servos and calibration of the wire system would rip a normal man's body apart- their body wouldn't be able to keep up. The near-perfect synchronization Harry had with his suit's motor was the only reason he hadn't sustained permanent, large-scale muscular and skeletal damage from using it. Besides, Harry Abrams had been out of action for too long; it was time to show old Uncle Sam what he could do. He ate breakfast, checked his systems, cleaned Lucy, mounted Lucy, cleaned his AR-4, mounted his AR-4, checked that the safeties were on both, checked his ammunition bin, checked his kit, checked his suit's integrated tools, and left for the hangar. "Mornin' all.", he gave a quick salute as he stomped into the hangar, "Private Harry Abrams, reporting for duty!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s>	<\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s>
<\|description\|>Kelvin Adamska Age: 35 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Northern Russian Rank: Komandir otdeleniya (lit: "commander of branch", a squad leader) Method of getting powers: Surgery (Trepanning, specifically) Experiment or recruit?: Recruit Powers & their limits: Friction Control: Kelvin can control the friction between objects mentally. If he can visualize it properly, he can manipulate its friction on a molecular level. With enough concentration, this allows him to make an object slide at a constant speed or stop on a dime. Notably, this does not exempt this object from the other laws of physics regarding energy transferrence, meaning that suddenly stopping an object will inflict just as much kinetic force on it as if it rammed into a wall. Temperature Control: Due to the fact that the vast majority of all heat is caused by energy released due to friction between atoms, Kelvin is capable of controlling the temperature of an object. This takes significant amounts of concentration. State Control: Due to the fact that molecules that are colder due to them not reacting as violently to friction and vice versa, Kelvin can alter the state of matter by controlling its temperature. This takes some time, especially for elements that are gaseous or plasmatic at room temperature. Physical Fitness: Kelvin's been eating his Wheaties every day, and thus meets the Russian military's standards for physical fitness. He is as capable as a human being at peak fitness, and rocks an even farmer's tan. Personality: Kelvin is very laid-back, often spending his spare time relaxing and conversing with his friends. He has a moderate sense of duty, and a short temper in the battlefield. If he faces significant opposition, Kelvin has a worrying tendency to give up and attempt another plan of action. Most importantly, Kelvin is extremely loyal to his friends and superiors, but will not hesitate to scorn and shun them if they mess up sufficiently. Kelvin will put the security of the mission beyond the happiness and plans of his allies. Backstory: Born in Arkhangelsk Oblast in 1984, Kelvin's family was hit hard by the Soviet Union's rule and hit even harder by its fall when Kelvin was 7. After spending much of his childhood in near-vagrancy, Kelvin joined the army at the age of 18 after graduating from high school. Though he demonstrated excellent fitness and devotion to his duty, Kelvin never demonstrated clear enough skill to become anything more than a squad leader for a small platoon of contract soldiers. After being sent to the Ukraine, Kelvin demonstrated no more valor than he had demonstrated in Russia's previous campaigns. It was only through sheer luck that Kelvin and his platoon were with NATO forces when the aliens attacked. Fighting valiantly, he and his allies eked out a safe zone long enough to be evacuated to the hidden UN military base in Jerusalem. Equipment: Kelvin is equipped with a military uniform as is standard for Russian Armed Forces members. His primary weapon is his standard-issue AK-12 and GSh-18. Though these guns may seem mediocre compared to the magical armaments used by his peers, Kelvin has trained himself to unconsciously manipulate the kinetic force of the bullets, ensuring that all forms of resistance are negligible for all of his bullets. Kelvin carries a large amount of keepsakes, mostly trophies taken from noteworthy enemies and friends during his many years as a soldier. Kelvin is not above using any tools he is given, though he does balk at experimental technology.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Dammit, how did I mix up IC and Characters? Disregard this.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam spent five minutes adjusting his tie. It wasn't right, he knew it wasn't right. And it wasn't right, when he heard that fly brushing its eyes. With each attempt to adjust his tie to make sure it was perfect, that fly would do it again. Contorting his face into a grimace when that dreadful sound tormented his psyche, he realized he didn't have his tie exactly straight. It was askew again, and he needed to straighten it out. As he tried doing it again, he made small smacking noise as he licked his lips. "...Not purple again." He said with a sense of melancholy. He frowned, as his fingers moved around his tie as he finally set it straight. With a small sigh he raised up his arms as he checked the collars of his suit. Liam rolled his neck around as he took his Desert Eagle and placed it in the holster on his belt. He eyed his sensory deprivation rig, a machine solely for one person, and beautifully mobile. It was quite easy to move around; Of course, as it was the one thing that helped him. He reached into his breast-pocket and took out his glasses. Brushing them off he returned them back into his breast-pocket. Smiling at his rig, he decided that he would take it with him. Walking around on the side of it he began pushing it out and towards the hanger. It is most likely where he needed to go. As Liam was walking he again, grimaced at the fact that the fly was still brushing itself. C-could it just shut up? It seems like it'd be a nice and considera- AGGGGH! He paused in going forward as he clenched at his teeth for a moment. After a few quick seconds he headed towards the Hanger once more. Liam knew that two of them were there already, and it would be remiss to not give a polite wave and felicitations at the beginning of the day. He entered the Hanger, and pushed his machine towards a nearby wall, as he gave a wave to the two there. "Hello. How are you two today?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Nurse Micheal, I just want you to know I sincerely 'preciate all ya do here.", Harry nodded to the short, muscular man who had helped him into his suit, receiving a halfhearted grunt in response, "I 'spose I should get to shippin' out, then. Wish me luck!" The servos in Harry's armor buzzed as they flared to life, each movement carefully calibrated by electrical feedback from his own systems, a second skin of steel that was his and his alone. He remembered the conversations he had; how he should have gone into R&D work, stayed out of the fighting, served his country some other way- it would never have worked. Without the living power plant that was Harry Abrams, his inventions were worthless. His armor alone was tailored to himself to the point that, even if someone did manage to develop a battery capable of powering it, the force of the servos and calibration of the wire system would rip a normal man's body apart- their body wouldn't be able to keep up. The near-perfect synchronization Harry had with his suit's motor was the only reason he hadn't sustained permanent, large-scale muscular and skeletal damage from using it. Besides, Harry Abrams had been out of action for too long; it was time to show old Uncle Sam what he could do. He ate breakfast, checked his systems, cleaned Lucy, mounted Lucy, cleaned his AR-4, mounted his AR-4, checked that the safeties were on both, checked his ammunition bin, checked his kit, checked his suit's integrated tools, and left for the hangar. "Mornin' all.", he gave a quick salute as he stomped into the hangar, "Private Harry Abrams, reporting for duty!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s>	<\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s>
<\|description\|>Liam Brown Age: 38 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin:Caucasian/Canadian Rank: Private/Conscript Method of getting powers: Surgery Experiment or Recruit?: Experiment Experiment Powers & their limits: Enhanced TK Senses Pyrokinetic Vision: Depending on the time Liam takes to 'charge' before the release, it can either be a minor annoyance, to something capable of melting steel. Either way the process of generating heat in front of his eyes doesn't tend to be very 'comfortable'. Sixth Sense: Liam's senses have been enhanced in such a way that he detects things beyond normal capability. The most enhanced of his senses, and the one he has the most control over is sight. The rest of the senses go off in an unpredictable manner, such as him smelling far more than he intended, or his hearing becoming more super-sensitive at seemingly a whim, among other strange ways. As a method of dealing with it he has rigorously tried to learn ways to turn his senses 'off'. His training has been, so-so in its effectiveness, but not as effective as just spending time in a sensory deprivation rig. Personality: Liam Brown, before the operation was a soft spoken man. He wasn't too noticeable and was a rather bland and average individual. The only real special thing is the daily rituals he'd do, and having a mild case of synesthesia. After the procedure, he well still mostly the same, although he has become fairly unhinged, more inclined to strange and curious outbursts. And of course the synesthesia he had had become much more severe. Despite that he is typically more or less the same, a boring soft spoken man. Backstory: Liam Brown was born in the Ontario Providence of Canada. He lived a mundane life, with nothing of note happening, until he was caught for embezzlement at the pharmaceutical company at which he was employed. And after that the divorce; Granted, he was going to divorce her soon anyway because his wife cheated on him with a Fisherman from Novia Scotia. For his White Collar crimes he was sent to the correctional institution where he served many months in, without anything notable happening. However, nearing the end of his sentence, armed forces came in taking fairly low-risk criminals in order to get soldiers for the war against the aliens. Liam had nothing really to lose, at least he thought, and went with the procedure. After the results showed that he had the powers, he was quickly taken by the UN to serve. Equipment: A Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig, a Colt Canada C7, and a Desert Eagle</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Dammit, how did I mix up IC and Characters? Disregard this.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam spent five minutes adjusting his tie. It wasn't right, he knew it wasn't right. And it wasn't right, when he heard that fly brushing its eyes. With each attempt to adjust his tie to make sure it was perfect, that fly would do it again. Contorting his face into a grimace when that dreadful sound tormented his psyche, he realized he didn't have his tie exactly straight. It was askew again, and he needed to straighten it out. As he tried doing it again, he made small smacking noise as he licked his lips. "...Not purple again." He said with a sense of melancholy. He frowned, as his fingers moved around his tie as he finally set it straight. With a small sigh he raised up his arms as he checked the collars of his suit. Liam rolled his neck around as he took his Desert Eagle and placed it in the holster on his belt. He eyed his sensory deprivation rig, a machine solely for one person, and beautifully mobile. It was quite easy to move around; Of course, as it was the one thing that helped him. He reached into his breast-pocket and took out his glasses. Brushing them off he returned them back into his breast-pocket. Smiling at his rig, he decided that he would take it with him. Walking around on the side of it he began pushing it out and towards the hanger. It is most likely where he needed to go. As Liam was walking he again, grimaced at the fact that the fly was still brushing itself. C-could it just shut up? It seems like it'd be a nice and considera- AGGGGH! He paused in going forward as he clenched at his teeth for a moment. After a few quick seconds he headed towards the Hanger once more. Liam knew that two of them were there already, and it would be remiss to not give a polite wave and felicitations at the beginning of the day. He entered the Hanger, and pushed his machine towards a nearby wall, as he gave a wave to the two there. "Hello. How are you two today?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Nurse Micheal, I just want you to know I sincerely 'preciate all ya do here.", Harry nodded to the short, muscular man who had helped him into his suit, receiving a halfhearted grunt in response, "I 'spose I should get to shippin' out, then. Wish me luck!" The servos in Harry's armor buzzed as they flared to life, each movement carefully calibrated by electrical feedback from his own systems, a second skin of steel that was his and his alone. He remembered the conversations he had; how he should have gone into R&D work, stayed out of the fighting, served his country some other way- it would never have worked. Without the living power plant that was Harry Abrams, his inventions were worthless. His armor alone was tailored to himself to the point that, even if someone did manage to develop a battery capable of powering it, the force of the servos and calibration of the wire system would rip a normal man's body apart- their body wouldn't be able to keep up. The near-perfect synchronization Harry had with his suit's motor was the only reason he hadn't sustained permanent, large-scale muscular and skeletal damage from using it. Besides, Harry Abrams had been out of action for too long; it was time to show old Uncle Sam what he could do. He ate breakfast, checked his systems, cleaned Lucy, mounted Lucy, cleaned his AR-4, mounted his AR-4, checked that the safeties were on both, checked his ammunition bin, checked his kit, checked his suit's integrated tools, and left for the hangar. "Mornin' all.", he gave a quick salute as he stomped into the hangar, "Private Harry Abrams, reporting for duty!"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s>	<\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s>
<\|description\|>Liam Brown Age: 38 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin:Caucasian/Canadian Rank: Private/Conscript Method of getting powers: Surgery Experiment or Recruit?: Experiment Experiment Powers & their limits: Enhanced TK Senses Pyrokinetic Vision: Depending on the time Liam takes to 'charge' before the release, it can either be a minor annoyance, to something capable of melting steel. Either way the process of generating heat in front of his eyes doesn't tend to be very 'comfortable'. Sixth Sense: Liam's senses have been enhanced in such a way that he detects things beyond normal capability. The most enhanced of his senses, and the one he has the most control over is sight. The rest of the senses go off in an unpredictable manner, such as him smelling far more than he intended, or his hearing becoming more super-sensitive at seemingly a whim, among other strange ways. As a method of dealing with it he has rigorously tried to learn ways to turn his senses 'off'. His training has been, so-so in its effectiveness, but not as effective as just spending time in a sensory deprivation rig. Personality: Liam Brown, before the operation was a soft spoken man. He wasn't too noticeable and was a rather bland and average individual. The only real special thing is the daily rituals he'd do, and having a mild case of synesthesia. After the procedure, he well still mostly the same, although he has become fairly unhinged, more inclined to strange and curious outbursts. And of course the synesthesia he had had become much more severe. Despite that he is typically more or less the same, a boring soft spoken man. Backstory: Liam Brown was born in the Ontario Providence of Canada. He lived a mundane life, with nothing of note happening, until he was caught for embezzlement at the pharmaceutical company at which he was employed. And after that the divorce; Granted, he was going to divorce her soon anyway because his wife cheated on him with a Fisherman from Novia Scotia. For his White Collar crimes he was sent to the correctional institution where he served many months in, without anything notable happening. However, nearing the end of his sentence, armed forces came in taking fairly low-risk criminals in order to get soldiers for the war against the aliens. Liam had nothing really to lose, at least he thought, and went with the procedure. After the results showed that he had the powers, he was quickly taken by the UN to serve. Equipment: A Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig, a Colt Canada C7, and a Desert Eagle</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s> <\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru Toramaru let out a groan as the plane landed. [Man, what a pain.] he sighed, pulling out a cigarette. Normally his wife would get onto him for this, but she wasn't here right now. Besides, he'd had to listen to a bunch of annoying foreigners. [So where's this so-called mothership, anyways? The sooner we blow it up, the sooner I go home.] he said, walking down the ramp. Jamming one hand down his pocket, he rested his bokken over his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam gave a quick nod as Hatsuki explained the situation. He'd rather not fight aliens, but it was what he agreed to do. Got out early from the prison, which was nice. But dying to aliens, wasn't as nice. Still Liam made a deal with them and had to go through with it. "Right I -" He paused for a moment as he realized the plane arrived. He checked his side as he confirmed his Desert Eagle was on his side. Check. His rig. Check. Liam glanced at his Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig as he smiled. He looked around as he listened to the man speak some language. Vietnamese? Liam was fairly sure it was Vietnamese. It was a nice break from the flies making that wretched brushing noise. He checked his tie as he took two minutes to make sure it was perfectly straight. After confirming that he pushed his mobile sensory rig down the ramp. He paused as he noticed they were in football field. "Doubt we're gonna play a nice game of football, so uh, find the mother-ship and just destroy it or something?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams Harry stomped out of the plane, excited to finally be seeing some action, "Alright, lemme at 'em! We'll show these extraterrestrial sumbitches what some good ol' American exceptionalism can do!" He took in the devastated cityscape- chunks blown out of buildings, bits of shrapnel and god knows what else embedded in the ground, a tattered, deflated soccer ball rotting in a collapsed goal, a silent witness to the destruction the aliens had wrought. the scorched and warped frame of a civilian jeep say sulking in an alleyway, canvas roof flapping quietly in the wind. They had said this territory belonged to the invaders, but it belonged only to death. His leg servoes hummed as they came to life once again, "I'll go... I'll check for survivors.", he mumbled, walking towards one of the homes.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam heard the American decide he'd search for survivors. This seemed like a good idea to him, for a few reasons. One, it wouldn't be polite to leave people out where aliens could get them. Two, the American was in a Metal Suit, and would make good cover. Three, if he knew his cousins down south they were loud and would distract from aliens. In the off chance they were wanting survivors, it would be good idea to be with someone who they would be more inclined to shoot at first. Plus, couldn't let a person wander off alone. With all of these factors Liam quickly looked around as he spoke up. "Yes, er, I'll go with him, it'll be quicker er if I help him out. Pardon me." Liam said as he pushed his sensory deprivation rig past, making sure he didn't hit anyone. Following Harry, Liam waved with his left hand. "Uhm yes, excuse me American!" He shook his head as he racked his mind for the introduction. He just had to give it when so much background noise was going on. "Er Harry was it? Could you please slow down a little? Together we can go find any poor fellows who uh, got trapped in this wasteland." Wrinkling his nose he shivered a bit. "This place smells terrible. Can you smell things with that suit on, if I may inquire? I don't mean to be rude, is all, I just want to make sure I had permission to ask, and make sure you weren't offended by it. If you can't smell out here, you are a lucky fellow. Because it smells rather pungent out here."</s> <\|message\|>??? "Ay, Don Robot. Lamento decirlo pero su falta de sutileza es tan inconveniente como efectiva su armadura". Fantasma called out as he nonchalantly walked out into the street from one of the nearby buildings. His attitude was that of someone going out for a stroll, cane in hand, and did not fit the ruined, evacuated city that surrounded him. Nevermind that he had just walked right through a wall. "You make lot of noise, good sir, raise alert. Is fine, I fix problem", he said to the robot as he put his hand inside his pocket. He had indeed incapacitated one of the invaders, a scout following the tank MAX had just reduced to a scrap heap. The little grey had sneaked inside the building to call for backup before running into Fantasma, who simply could not have him making a ruckus. "Now, you not move, yes?", he said as he pulled out his navaja from the pocket, drawing the blade with a flick of the wrist. It was oddly diffuse. "Very still, I cut you out". Fantasma took a dramatic pause, barely a moment, before he once again flicked his arm like a whip, and the knife cut deeply into the enemy craft, well beyond the reach of the blade. He repeated the operation twice before being satisfied with the result. The machine should be able to easily pry the remains apart now. "Freedom for you, Don Robot".</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams "Fraid I can't, Canada. Say, them eyes a' yers are pretty fancy, right? Could ya help me look fer survivors?", Harry said as he clunked over to a nearby house and took a look around. Dusty furniture and dirty clothes lying around, left behind in the evacuation. He shuffled around, looking for signs of life when he realized one of his feet had caught on a rug, pulling it loose and revealing a trapdoor that must've led to the cellar. He lifted the heavy wooden door, only to be met with an "ALLAHU ACKBAR" and the sharp PLING of small arms fire ricocheting off his chestplate. "Found a survivor!", he shouted, "And he's uh- he's shooting at me and yelling something in his sand language." Another two shots bounced off his armor, followed shortly by the magazine and the gun itself. "Ah, nevermind, he's run dry. Should I haul 'im out?"</s>	<\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam gave a quick nod. "Well yes, my eyes are the one thing I can, ah, fully control. And of course I'll help you look for Survivors." He paused for a moment, looking down the barren street, before he spoke up nervously. "Oh, uh, in the distance I see horrible, horrible war-machine! It is giant, and shiny. It is trudging along on three giant legs. We have about 2 hours before it gets here? Huh, they must have had a malfunction. Good fortune for us I guess." He then focused on the house in which Harry went to investigate. Which he heard the sound of gunshots being fired. He quickly followed and pushed his rig with him. "Yes, yes I heard. He's being very inconsiderate considering our purpose." He said as he approached the house and yelled to him. "He smells terrible, give him a bath before you drag him out. IF the power works that is. And if you could please try to make sure he minds his manners, being impolite out here is a bad thing."</s>
<\|description\|>Toramaru Age: 43 Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Japan Rank: None Appearance: A grizzled, middle-aged man whose body is thick with muscle. He has swept back black hair and intense, fiery eyes showing a burning passion leftover from his youth. Even his hands are thick and rough with callouses. His face has a tired, rough look, as if he were carved from wood. Covering his back is a large, intricate tattoo of a ferocious tiger, giving off a mighty roar. He commonly wears shorts, sandals, and Hawaiian shirts. Method of getting powers: Surgery Experiment or recruit?: Recruit Powers & their limits: Ultra-dense muscle and bone tissue. Primarily this grants Toramaru greatly enhanced strength. He can easily toss cars, punch through concrete, and rip through steel with his teeth. At his maximum, he could bench press a house. Additionally, the durability allows him to do these things without his body getting crushed. He's also ridiculously good at taking a punch. He can shrug off conventional firearms. Something on the level of a tank shell hitting him would be like hitting a normal person with a light jab. Additionally, he is rapidly attaining finer muscle control. Personality: Toramaru is a hotblooded man, who believes in loyalty to your family. He's brash, arrogant, and frankly not at all pleased with where today's youth is headed. To most of his new co-workers, he's a grumpy and harsh man. His only desire is to retire back to Okinawa with his family. After having a child, he got really into superheroes from seeing them on the television constantly. Backstory: Toramaru grew up in the poor side of town, and fell in with a rough crowd as a child. Ditching class to fight other kids, sell pot for his uncle, and shake down anyone weaker meant he was drafted into the Yakuza pretty quickly. He began a lucrative, if highly dangerous, job as an enforcer, mostly beating down other mobsters for the sake of territory. This lasted until his older brother was shot on the streets in an act of revenge. Heartbroken, Toramaru agreed to help his boss pull one last gig, securing the last of Tokyo before retiring to Okinawa. For the past several years, he's been living in retirement, teaching a boxing school. After the threat of alien attack, Japanese intelligence agencies began going through the nation's medical records, searching for citizens with a potential for high power. Toramaru was just such a candidate, despite his history of violence. In exchange for a pardon from numerous crimes he did and didn't commit, he's been pressed into service with no official rank, given a dangerous surgery, and told to fight an exceedingly dangerous extraterrestrial enemy. He is allowed to call his family on the phone once a week, and has convinced his child he is actually a superhero. Equipment: A bokken. On the hilt is carved the kanji for "Discipline"</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Kelvin Adamska peered out the window of his squad's forward base, into the barren streets of Tel Aviv. The movie theater they were hiding in was surprisingly well-fortified, owing to its stone outer walls and steel inner workings. The plushy seats in the lobby served as excellent makeshift beds, and were just heavy enough to be useful for blocking the doors. In a far-off corner of the room, one of Kelvin's soldiers sat in front of a radio, transmitting vital tactical data back to the tactical operations centre. "[TOC, this is forward team 2. No sign of hostiles yet. No report back from penal forces yet. Awaiting further instructions.]" Penal forces, Kelvin thought, rolling the words around in his mind like a sore wound. Instead of rounding up all those ISIS bastards and executing them for the good of civilization, we gave them back their guns and told them to fight for us. Hell, their mere presence is what's forcing us to stick our necks out without any IDF support. If it weren't for those civvie-murdering ratfuck shovelheads, I wouldn't be sucking down these spare rations! Kelvin sighed, and turned to his radio operator. He spoke in his native language, knowing that he was in the company of his countrymen. "[Anything new, Petrov]?" Kelvin asked, expecting nothing more than what he'd been given the last fifteen times he asked. "[Nothing, sir.]" Petrov responded, cracking his neck as he always did in these high-stress situations. "[What do you think is going on with those ISIS bedwetters?]" "[Who knows. With any luck, they've scouted out the area and are on their way back.]" "[Pfft, sure. My bet is they've found themselves a party of refugees and are looking for a little 'pay-back' for the last five years]." "[Petrov, be careful of what you're saying. The high command is always listening in! One more quip like that, and they might send you off with the Americans to serve as alien bait!]" "[Good! I'd rather be hiding in a crater on the frontlines than reclaiming fifty-two kilometers of this damned city!]" Kelvin left Petrov to his own devices, and returned to the window. He was supposed to meet up with some freaks fresh out of NATO's most recent attempts at turning the tide. Kelvin secretly hoped that they'd at least know where he could score some more pills and fine Israeli выпивка.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru "NOW, ALIEN SCUM. PREPARE TO FACE JUSTICE." Toramaru cried, revealing his transformation watch. Striking a pose, he flew into the air. "HENSHIN! MASKED TIGER!" he shouted, as he activated his transfomration sequence. With a colorful outfit donning him, and a shout of "TIGER KICK" he dove toward the first alien, his heel perfectly impacting the "BREEEP BREEP BREEEP" Toramaru's hand tapped the snooze button on an alarm clock, though noise still came out of the television playing a recording of last night's episode of Sunred 0: EX Drive. Groggily, he pushed the cover off himself, and walked into his tiny room's tinier lavatory, running his fingers through his hair. He'd stayed up too late catching up on his serials, and had bags under his eyes, as he noticed while brushing his teeth. He was informed that his teeth would no longer require brushing on account of his new bone structure, but did it anyways. Next was the normal morning calisthenics of one hundred push-ups. These, too, would be unnecessary, along with any normal exercise, but Toramaru knew the value of disciplining one's body. After this, he clothed his chest with a signature Hawaiian shirt; this one was red, and decorated with palm trees. The shorts from yesterday would do fine. Slipping on his sandals, he headed out the door. -------------- "Yo." was all the man greeted the others with upon entering the hangar. He hoped they'd be going somewhere worth sightseeing today.</s> <\|message\|>MAX pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.</s> <\|message\|>Kelvin Adamska Suddenly, a barrage of beeps and tones thundered through the radio. "[What?! What's happening to the radio? Petrov, why are you writing on a piece of paper?]" Kelvin cried, as Petrov feverishly scribbled on a notepad. "[It's morse code, sir! It says... hm.]" "[What's it say? Petrov, you know I can't read morse!]" "[I AM MAX STOP. THE INVADERS VASTLY OVERESTIMATED THEIR VEHICLE'S STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY STOP. COMMUNIST SCUM, PRY ME FROM THIS METALLIC COFFIN STOP.]" There was a pregnant pause. Kelvin cleared his throat. "['Communist scum'?]" "[Yes, that's what they said. I--I guess our support didn't know to avoid the barricade on their way in. Should we go get him?]" "[After our rendezvous just stirred up hell? Trouble never comes alone!]" Kelvin shouted upwards, towards the roof. "[Adamska! Do you see anything?]" A stringy voice sounded down from the ceiling. This voice must have been Adamska's. "[I can see a pile of glowing blue wreckage sweeping the streets! Other than that, no!]" Kelvin nodded. "[Good. Pack up your rifle, Adamska, it's time to move along. That pile of wreckage is our point man. The rendezvous point has been moved, it seems.]"</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s> <\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s>	<\|message\|>Toramaru Toramaru let out a groan as the plane landed. [Man, what a pain.] he sighed, pulling out a cigarette. Normally his wife would get onto him for this, but she wasn't here right now. Besides, he'd had to listen to a bunch of annoying foreigners. [So where's this so-called mothership, anyways? The sooner we blow it up, the sooner I go home.] he said, walking down the ramp. Jamming one hand down his pocket, he rested his bokken over his shoulder.</s>
<\|description\|>??? Codename: Don Fantasma (Fantasma is spanish for ghost and gender-neutral) Age: ???? Gender: Male Ethnicity/country of origin: Spain Appearance: A pale, tall, thin man whose face is perpetually hidden behind a white mask with a large, smiling mouth marked in black and big, black holes for eyeballs. It's rather unsettling. His black hair, however, is visible and he keeps it short and perpetually slicked black. He usually dresses in an all-black suit with a white shirt, red tie and black gloves, shoes and a flat cap. Rank: ? Method of getting powers: Gene therapy? Experiment or recruit?: Experiment? Powers & their limits: -Intangibility: By vibrating his molecules, Fantasma can phase through solid objects. It's taken practice to learn how to do this while including his own clothes and small items he carries as well as maintaining proper grounding, and it takes conscious effort to extend the effect to anything larger than, say, a dictionary. Extending it to another person is quite trying, but doable for short periods of time. While phasing, Fantasma's body becomes diffuse and he's practically immune to all harm and impossible to harm through physical means. Of course, he's unable to harm or interact with things in any meaningful way in return. Since he can't breathe while phasing through solids, there's a limited amount of time Fantasma can stay within them and he can't see through them while doing so. Extremely dense materials such as Aegium or Toramaru's body are harder to phase through, requiring more effort. Phasing through a person is a rather uncomfortable experience for the "victim" and gives them a strange sensation not unlike a low power electric shock surging through their body. Machinery that is phased through will suffer small, momentary malfunctions. Extremely dense beings such as Toramaru will experience it not as a surge of electricity but as if they're wading through water. -Invisibility: By vibrating but differently, Fantasma can make himself invisible. It doesn't cancel out any noises he might make and he can't both be invisible and phase. Much like with his intangibility, he can extend this to others by touch, and it takes less effort in comparison. -Vibroweapon: By using his vibrations in a different manner, he can enhance the effectiveness of his martial arts or extend the effect to a weapon made specifically to tolerate the vibrations, enhancing their effectiveness well beyond the limits of what he can do with his body alone. He can't do this while phasing or becoming invisible, however. -Vibrant mind: His powers have had two effects on his mind, they have greatly heightened his reflexes and response time and have made it quite difficult to contact him with telepathy. Unless great pains are taken both from the telepath and from Fantasma himself to smooth out communication, the only result will be a constant, dull buzzing noise. -Supersoldier: Ostensibly a result of the gene therapy he was subjected to, Fantasma is deceptively athletic for a man his size, and he claims he received extensive spec-ops training, though of what nature he has never said. Nevertheless, he is an accomplished covert soldier. Personality: An affable man, polite and soft spoken, who nevertheless has a very clear, idealistic idea of what a hero should be and do, though he recognizes the seriousness of the situation at hand and isn't entirely against killing. Backstory: Nobody's sure who or what Don Fantasma actually is, and they've tried to find out. There's no records of him, no real name, no one's ever seen his face. There's a number of conflicting theories such as being an escaped secret weapon of Francoist Spain, an attempt to create a perfect genetic soldier by the military dictatorship of Francisco Franco and funded by numerous totalitarian movements and extremist cells across the world, or that he was in fact created by the ETA in opposition of Franco but he was considered too dangerous and unreliable and was thus kept frozen in storage until he was freed by a power failure during the alien invasion. Some even say his origins stretch even further back, and that he was in fact some kind of spanish soldier, conquistador or nobleman of days past and that he was brought back to life by strange sorceries, but that'd be ridiculous. Now, his preserved body being experimented upon for being one to naturally manifest special abilities causing him to come back to life, or cloning the body to create a living superhuman, that's only slightly less ridiculous. Whatever the case, he turned up one day after the world powers began recruiting those with powers, introducing himself, simply, as Don Fantasma, a superhero. Equipment: -Cane: A straight wooden cane, black and polished with silver caps top and bottom as well as a silver ring marking the "handle". Made from rare Yekralam wood, which serves as a high quality natural conductor for Fantasma's weaponized vibrations. Already an incredibly sturdy cane, when it is empowered by its wielder it becomes a surprisingly powerful bludgeon, capable of smashing through metals or knocking people away with ease, and it gains the ability to deflect all manners of assault. -Navaja: A traditional spanish folding-blade fighting and utility knife. A mean thing, razor sharp and surprisingly large and long-bladed for what is essentially a pocket knife. When used to channel Fantasma's weaponized vibrations it becomes capable of cleanly slicing through reinforced metals with a single stroke. -Mask: A plain white mask with big round black dots for eyes and a pleasant smile marked in black for a face. It's rather offputting but not actively terrifying. It just won't come off.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown His face contorted into a bit of a frown, as he began rubbing his right temple. Ack that smell! Why can't it just stop for a moment? Liam wrinkled up his nose in a desperate attempt to not smell the horrid smell. He glanced around, "Uhm yes." Liam spoke up a little as he coughed into his left hand to try to get attention from anyone of the group. "Excuse me for that. But I would just like to make a statement, ahem." He peered around the group as he made a quick informative statement, "I would avoid going to one of the bathroom stalls. It needs maintenance. Rather badly, if I might add. Also I would like to stress proper hygiene, as an aside." He began rubbing the back of his head, "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?"</s> <\|message\|>Mark Johanson Mark slide deeper into her thoughts, like working his way through tar. Eventually, however, her concentration wavered the tiniest bit, going from tar to molasses, and he managed to slip the very edge of his consciousness through her blockade. He quickly turned the mass of thought into a tendril and slipped into her mind. If he wanted to at this point he could mess with her memories or make her relive them, but that wasn't the purpose of diving into her mind today. Sensing that he was through, she dropped the barrier around her thoughts and he pulled out. Once he was completely out he opened his eyes and his senses came back to him, though he felt tired from the effort. "Not bad at all." he said to Hatsuki. "It took me quite a bit longer this time, I think. You've been practicing." "Hai," she responded, then another voice spoke. "So ah, yes, what exactly are we supposed to do now against the aliens?" "We will be flying into Tel Aviv as soon as we load onto the Jet." Hatsuki said. "Once there, we will be running a joint mission with the local resistance to neutralize, or if possible, capture the alien Mothership that has landed just outside of the city. We were unable to smuggle out significant intelligence from the area, so we will be relying on our allies to inform us of the situation once we arrive." She checked to verify that her sword was still in its holster and that her backpack was on her back with its supplies, then boarded the plane. "Well, I guess that's our cue." said Mark. "All aboard." With that he grabbed his supplies and boarded the vehicle. --- As they neared the city they sent out a shortwave encoded signal. The aliens didn't monitor these frequencies regularly as they could only be used for low-speed data transfer at best, but they were good enough to arrange a rendezvous at a pre-named location. "This is UN Vessel Spectre approaching LZ Charlie. Will arrive in T-2 minutes. Spectre out." Hopefully the resistance would get the message and meet them there, otherwise they would have to locate the resistance on their own, which would delay the mission. Two minutes later the pilot activated the VTOL engines and lowered them into position in an old soccer field. Hatsuki dropped the ramp and flew out to scan the area. By the time they touched down Mark was at the ramp ready to leave. "Thank you for flying air Spectre. If you have any customer service complaints, then STFU." said the pilot over the intercom.</s> <\|message\|>Toramaru Toramaru let out a groan as the plane landed. [Man, what a pain.] he sighed, pulling out a cigarette. Normally his wife would get onto him for this, but she wasn't here right now. Besides, he'd had to listen to a bunch of annoying foreigners. [So where's this so-called mothership, anyways? The sooner we blow it up, the sooner I go home.] he said, walking down the ramp. Jamming one hand down his pocket, he rested his bokken over his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam gave a quick nod as Hatsuki explained the situation. He'd rather not fight aliens, but it was what he agreed to do. Got out early from the prison, which was nice. But dying to aliens, wasn't as nice. Still Liam made a deal with them and had to go through with it. "Right I -" He paused for a moment as he realized the plane arrived. He checked his side as he confirmed his Desert Eagle was on his side. Check. His rig. Check. Liam glanced at his Mobile Sensory Deprivation Rig as he smiled. He looked around as he listened to the man speak some language. Vietnamese? Liam was fairly sure it was Vietnamese. It was a nice break from the flies making that wretched brushing noise. He checked his tie as he took two minutes to make sure it was perfectly straight. After confirming that he pushed his mobile sensory rig down the ramp. He paused as he noticed they were in football field. "Doubt we're gonna play a nice game of football, so uh, find the mother-ship and just destroy it or something?"</s> <\|message\|>Pvt. Harry Abrams Harry stomped out of the plane, excited to finally be seeing some action, "Alright, lemme at 'em! We'll show these extraterrestrial sumbitches what some good ol' American exceptionalism can do!" He took in the devastated cityscape- chunks blown out of buildings, bits of shrapnel and god knows what else embedded in the ground, a tattered, deflated soccer ball rotting in a collapsed goal, a silent witness to the destruction the aliens had wrought. the scorched and warped frame of a civilian jeep say sulking in an alleyway, canvas roof flapping quietly in the wind. They had said this territory belonged to the invaders, but it belonged only to death. His leg servoes hummed as they came to life once again, "I'll go... I'll check for survivors.", he mumbled, walking towards one of the homes.</s> <\|message\|>Liam Brown Liam heard the American decide he'd search for survivors. This seemed like a good idea to him, for a few reasons. One, it wouldn't be polite to leave people out where aliens could get them. Two, the American was in a Metal Suit, and would make good cover. Three, if he knew his cousins down south they were loud and would distract from aliens. In the off chance they were wanting survivors, it would be good idea to be with someone who they would be more inclined to shoot at first. Plus, couldn't let a person wander off alone. With all of these factors Liam quickly looked around as he spoke up. "Yes, er, I'll go with him, it'll be quicker er if I help him out. Pardon me." Liam said as he pushed his sensory deprivation rig past, making sure he didn't hit anyone. Following Harry, Liam waved with his left hand. "Uhm yes, excuse me American!" He shook his head as he racked his mind for the introduction. He just had to give it when so much background noise was going on. "Er Harry was it? Could you please slow down a little? Together we can go find any poor fellows who uh, got trapped in this wasteland." Wrinkling his nose he shivered a bit. "This place smells terrible. Can you smell things with that suit on, if I may inquire? I don't mean to be rude, is all, I just want to make sure I had permission to ask, and make sure you weren't offended by it. If you can't smell out here, you are a lucky fellow. Because it smells rather pungent out here."</s>	<\|message\|>??? "Ay, Don Robot. Lamento decirlo pero su falta de sutileza es tan inconveniente como efectiva su armadura". Fantasma called out as he nonchalantly walked out into the street from one of the nearby buildings. His attitude was that of someone going out for a stroll, cane in hand, and did not fit the ruined, evacuated city that surrounded him. Nevermind that he had just walked right through a wall. "You make lot of noise, good sir, raise alert. Is fine, I fix problem", he said to the robot as he put his hand inside his pocket. He had indeed incapacitated one of the invaders, a scout following the tank MAX had just reduced to a scrap heap. The little grey had sneaked inside the building to call for backup before running into Fantasma, who simply could not have him making a ruckus. "Now, you not move, yes?", he said as he pulled out his navaja from the pocket, drawing the blade with a flick of the wrist. It was oddly diffuse. "Very still, I cut you out". Fantasma took a dramatic pause, barely a moment, before he once again flicked his arm like a whip, and the knife cut deeply into the enemy craft, well beyond the reach of the blade. He repeated the operation twice before being satisfied with the result. The machine should be able to easily pry the remains apart now. "Freedom for you, Don Robot".</s>
<\|description\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Ghoul Mask: Her mask covers just the upper part of her face, leaving her mouth unobstructed. It is pink in design and rather simple too, with just a pair of white butterflies painted by the side to give it more distinction. Nicknames: Hunter Spider. Age: 18, despite appearances. Gender: Female Rank: S Kagune: Coming out from just below her shoulder blade, Izumi's kagune resembles two extremely long and disgusting spider legs, with some joints through it that make it a lot more flexible than other kagunes. They can pierce through almost anything and can withstand any kind of frontal attack, as well as being usable as hooks of sorts to either grab something or unto something. However, attacking the joints will make them come breaking down. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: A hunter by all means, Izumi likes the thrill and emotion that comes together when hunting her prey to eat. She just can't get enough of it, the emotion of pusuing her food across alleys, the imminent danger of Doves appearing, the danger of other ghouls also appearing. It is just incredibly fun, in fact, she just hunts her food for the fun of it. Of course, she doesn't behave in the same feral, predatory way during the day, neither when talking to others. When talking to other people, the thought of her being a ferocious and dangerous ghoul wouldn't even go near your head. Izumi is as girly as they come, and loves to talk about fashion and is very easy to approach. People during high school called her an idol, because of how sociable she was and how she seemed to excel in most areas. The perfect role model for anyone. However, with someone she doesn't like, she won't hesitate to insult them and even threaten them, all in the same girlish tone she usually talks in. Also, she is an incredible actor, being able to cry without major provocation and maintain an smile even when it seems impossible. Biography: Since she was little, Izumi was taught that in this ruthless world, the best she could do was pretend. Pretend that she was human, pretend that she liked others, pretend that doves weren't a real threat, pretend that her parents loved her, and that she loved them back, pretend that they were the perfect family. Always pretend. Her parents pretended to care, and Izumi pretended not to need any parental love. Instead, she tried to garner enough manservants around her to shower her with attention, the attention she didn't get from her parents. Of course, she was satisfied like that, and her parents were too into each other to even care what their daughter was doing. One day, though, in her way back home, she returned to an abandoned house. Her parents were the kind that liked bathing in the blood of their enemies while doing... other things. To say they attracted attention to them would be a huge understatement. A single note was left for her. 'Have to bail, house is yours.' Izumi lost her source of food and also the guys who paid for the bills, but somehow, she was unusually calm about it. That night was the first she went out in search of food by herself, and it was the first time in her life she ever felt really alive. Since then, she has been hunting everyday, in order to feel even more excited. She has dodged, even killed doves in her endeavors, but it hasn't stopped her. Still, she sometimes gets more than enough for her and is actually generous enough to give some to the restaurant that also serves as a sanctuary for ghouls.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Using what little strength he had left Akurai managed to lift himself of the bludgeoned man just to take two steps and break down next to his father's body. "Come on now dad. Don't play like this, just... wake up. Please?» He knew it was useless, but something inside him just refused to accept the reality. Grabbing onto his father shoulders he shock him slightly, hoping and praying that it would somehow bring him back, but it was to no avail. Laying his father's body back down Aku felt the tears stream down his face as he could no longer deny the truth and as he did the rage and anger had subsided and was replaced by only sorrow. However another feeling from deep inside him also started to resurface, the feeling of hunger. The hunger had grown greater as he had used his remaining power. The headache he had had turn into the worst on he could remember, almost splitting his head in two. His body shivered and twitched as he tried to deny his instincts. "I can't, I won't"He repeated to himself as he felt his mouth water by the sight of flesh and blood. "I refuse to eat them" His stomach twisted and turned and Aku let out a groan of pain. Biting down on his lip he pushed himself away from his dad and into a corner. He sat there and felt his emotions and instincts play thug of war with him. His mouth watering while he himself bit down on his lip until he remembered something he could eat. Crawling out from the corner he made his way over to his pray, bloody hand prints stained the floor as he moved and soon he reached the puddle of a man. Reaching down into the bloody mess he felt substance and tor of a part of flesh. Holding it in front of his mouth he repeated "This or them, this or them" until he finally gathered the courage to bite down. However as soon as he felt the taste of the flesh he gagged and dropped the piece. Never had he tasted something so foul, something so disgusting and stomach turning. However only moments later he grabbed the piece back up and took another bite, this time managing to swallow some. The meal took a few hours as for every second piece he felt his whole system disagree with what he was forcing into it, but he kept it all down and kept forcing himself to eat more. "Last leg now" He said to himself as some sort of motivation to just get done, to just get this hell over with. Getting up Aku made his way to the shower. His body was numb and his face was emotionless, he was working on autopilot. His clothes made a splash as they hit the floor and as he stepped into the shower the water turned a crimson red. His knuckles stung as the water and soap ran down them and revealed the slight bruising and cuts the bludgeoning had led to. Stepping out of the shower he quickly dried himself, brushed his teeth and then found a bag. Going into his room he filled the bag with clothes and everything else essential. Down stairs he found the safe he knew was hidden in the wall and tried what he was sure was the code, but that didn't work. The ribbons shot out of his back and he ripped the safe to shreds and then quickly stuffed the money hidden inside into the bag. Making his way towards the door he stepped over the bodies littered around the living room and as he reached the door he turned and said "Thanks… thanks for everything" then he closed the door behind him, put on his hood and embarked into the dark .</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum. Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance. "No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..." As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" Yuuka was surprised to hear her name called and turned her head to face him. The boy standing in front of her was a real cutie. Looked foreign, brown and well-built, like a little mishka. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." This kid is the new recruit? He's not much older than Tatsumi would've been, if he... A noodle flopped freely and struck Yuuka right in her good eye, making her wince. Yuuka sighed and brushed the cup and the remaining noodles off of her head. "Sorry about that, there was a little thing with some other investigators and uh... anyway, it's unbecoming of me as an investigator to look so messy in front of my new partner. Feel free to chew me out later for my unprofessional behavior, Sergeant Hisoka sir!" she said, mock saluting. "So you're the newbie, huh? It's nice to meet you. My name's Yuuka. Matsuoka Yuuka, Special Investigator. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to call me." Yuuka held out her metal hand for Hisoka to shake.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! The relatively empty shop stood in the dark with its yellow lights standing out without a sound coming from the inside. In the kitchen, a young worker was in the kitchen, seated on a stool with his earphones on, bent over the marble table with all sorts of ingredients, silverware and spices pushed away to make room for a pencil case and notebook. Along with some scribbles around what seemed like math questions, there were some small writings that were actually related to the topic. The boy tapped on the table with the back of his pencil, simply staring at the sheet of paper in front of him. His free hand went to look for the cup of coffee he'd poured earlier. Once he realized that he couldn't find it, he raised his head to look forward emptily. After a few seconds, the young man lazily got to his feet, tugging his earphones out and moving away to pour some coffee. Not every night was this boring for him, of course. Once every few weeks or sometimes even days, he'd spend a night out, getting a nice meal and taking a walk. It was like a ritual. He'd walk out, going down the street he lived on, look for anyone that might catch his eyes. If he found anyone, he'd give them stories, names, jobs... Trying to figure out what kind of people they were like. Sometimes he'd even approach them and even get to know who they were, inside out. But tonight was simple. Simple was good sometimes...</s>	<\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) In the streets of District 8, Izumi Junpaku, better known for her monikeer of 'Hunter Spider' while wearing her mask, is destroying a single camera she ripped from the walls. With both of her kagunes, she wildly smashes it, until nothing is left. "Damn guy! who does he think he is, spying on us like this! This is just the law of the jungle! Let us feed on your corpse all ready!" After her little fit of rage, Izumi calmed down with a sigh. "One of these days, though." With that, she put her kagune back to where it belonged. Out of sight. It was bad enough that she felt angry after feeling that someone was watching her. "I could care less whether it is that guy from CCG or the so called "Checkmate", it pisses me off that they want to spy on me." The girl with the tiny frame left the alley she was in after smashing the camera to pieces, of course, not before taking her mask off. Outside, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She had left some of her human friends waiting for her in a coffee shop (thank god it was coffee shop), so she made her way there again. "Sorry to make you wait girls!" Izumi said while approaching the table, but when she got there, there was no one there anymore. "Wha? Where did these girls go? That's totally not cool, just leaving me hanging like that." Searching through her handbag, Izumi takes her cellphone and checks for any messages, and sure, there it was, a message saying they'd miss cram school if they did not hurry. "These girls... there's such a thing as manners. Well, what can you do." She blocked her phone and put it away in her handbag again with a sigh, that quickly turned into a smirk. "Well, I guess the hunting starts earlier today." Out of the coffee shop, she decided to go to the popular restaurant with the silly name, Meat, Meat, MEAT! Maybe they had some special request on something, maybe a shortage of meat, contrary to what one would think because of the name. She went by the back door and knocked, waiting for anyone to come greet her. "Heeey! It's me, Izumi Junpaku charity services! Is anyone there?" She said, playfully. CCG HQ Leader of CCG Ward 8, Asuya Futsuyo, made his way by the hall towards the cafeteria. He had in his hands his smartphone, with the screen completely darkened, at least, from an outsiders point of view. Someone was walking beside him, but Asuya quickly moved his phone out of the man's line of sight. "What? Did you lose something?" Asuya asks the young man walking beside him, who looks positevely surprised at Asuya being so defensive about that kind of thing. "U-Um, no? I was just wondering, can you even see your phone like that, sir? I mean, it is pitch dark from where I am standing!" The man says, while they both continue walking. Soon, the cafeteria is near their sights. Asuya opens it with one of his hands, with a smirk on his face as he is about to explain things to the new boy that was assigned as his underling. "Hmph, you are so behind in the world of security, my friend. This is a privacy screen protector. Shoulder surfers like you are rendered useless with this baby." Asuya says, feeling quite proud of himself. Before having a chance to reply, though, Asuya snatches away the papers he had been carrying until now. In front of Yuuka and Hisoka's table, Asuya slammed the pile of papers onto it. "Matsuoka, Araujo, glad to see you are already getting to know each other, and since this'll be your first day, I will be assigning an easy mission to the two of you. You are to go after the A rank, Knight. Of course, this mission is easy because of who your partner is. Don't screw up. And Matsuoka? Stop being so damn messy, won't you? Everything you damage is paid directly from MY paycheck." His subordinate could only think that the rumors of him being a true paranoid were true, as Asuya explained things to the pair. He then left, decided to hand other people their missions.</s>
<\|description\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Ghoul Mask: Her mask covers just the upper part of her face, leaving her mouth unobstructed. It is pink in design and rather simple too, with just a pair of white butterflies painted by the side to give it more distinction. Nicknames: Hunter Spider. Age: 18, despite appearances. Gender: Female Rank: S Kagune: Coming out from just below her shoulder blade, Izumi's kagune resembles two extremely long and disgusting spider legs, with some joints through it that make it a lot more flexible than other kagunes. They can pierce through almost anything and can withstand any kind of frontal attack, as well as being usable as hooks of sorts to either grab something or unto something. However, attacking the joints will make them come breaking down. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: A hunter by all means, Izumi likes the thrill and emotion that comes together when hunting her prey to eat. She just can't get enough of it, the emotion of pusuing her food across alleys, the imminent danger of Doves appearing, the danger of other ghouls also appearing. It is just incredibly fun, in fact, she just hunts her food for the fun of it. Of course, she doesn't behave in the same feral, predatory way during the day, neither when talking to others. When talking to other people, the thought of her being a ferocious and dangerous ghoul wouldn't even go near your head. Izumi is as girly as they come, and loves to talk about fashion and is very easy to approach. People during high school called her an idol, because of how sociable she was and how she seemed to excel in most areas. The perfect role model for anyone. However, with someone she doesn't like, she won't hesitate to insult them and even threaten them, all in the same girlish tone she usually talks in. Also, she is an incredible actor, being able to cry without major provocation and maintain an smile even when it seems impossible. Biography: Since she was little, Izumi was taught that in this ruthless world, the best she could do was pretend. Pretend that she was human, pretend that she liked others, pretend that doves weren't a real threat, pretend that her parents loved her, and that she loved them back, pretend that they were the perfect family. Always pretend. Her parents pretended to care, and Izumi pretended not to need any parental love. Instead, she tried to garner enough manservants around her to shower her with attention, the attention she didn't get from her parents. Of course, she was satisfied like that, and her parents were too into each other to even care what their daughter was doing. One day, though, in her way back home, she returned to an abandoned house. Her parents were the kind that liked bathing in the blood of their enemies while doing... other things. To say they attracted attention to them would be a huge understatement. A single note was left for her. 'Have to bail, house is yours.' Izumi lost her source of food and also the guys who paid for the bills, but somehow, she was unusually calm about it. That night was the first she went out in search of food by herself, and it was the first time in her life she ever felt really alive. Since then, she has been hunting everyday, in order to feel even more excited. She has dodged, even killed doves in her endeavors, but it hasn't stopped her. Still, she sometimes gets more than enough for her and is actually generous enough to give some to the restaurant that also serves as a sanctuary for ghouls.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin allowed himself to listen at the door as it wasn't immediately being answered. He heard a phone ring and a mechanical voice that simply sounded angry from what he could hear. He gave a short breath in and composed himself, acting once more as the dignified host and proprietor of a night club. The door opened and what greeted him was a woman; shorter than him, though to be fair at about 6 foot most people were shorter than Ishin, with a very clean cut appearance only marred by what looked to be animal fur. Ishin smiled briefly as she bowed, a cleanly snapped movement that was obviously practiced. Ishin leant against the wall that was behind him, slouched and hands in his pockets "not a pro-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she rattled off her name and rank as a Dove. Ishin straightened and smiled, practice of his own flicking a switch on his brain "A Ghoul Investigator?" He laughed "Cool, dangerous job though" he nodded and began walking towards the entrance "My name is Ishin Kuhaku, owner of this joint" he waved around his hand, gesturing to the walls "I have a few of you guys come through to wind down a lot…so I'll offer you the same thing I offer them" he laughed "my clients enjoy 'horror' themes and taboo…if you ever find or…hmm…acquire some notorious Ghoul Masks" he gestured to the wall covered in masks "I'll pay handsomely for them…might even give out free drinks" he grinned before gesturing to the entrance "I hope you can find your way home, Miss Hikari...and do come again." Ishin turned on his heel after leading the Dove out, he had to check on Chou and The Boy…ensure nothing had happened. Checking that they had indeed come back here, Ishin made his way up the room and opened the door. He strode inside, like he owned the place…which he well did so that wasn't an issue. The Boy was looking scared and frightened and Chou was rummaging through some drawers. He cleared his throat "Chou…tha-that's the cutlery drawer…clothes are in the wardrobe over there" He pointed at the big panels of mirrored glass that covered a section of the wall. He strode over to the Boy and looked him over "Boy…show me your Kagune" he folded his arms "I need to understand what you can do and how best to train you to stay alive."</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai watched Chou search through some drawers, but for what he didn't know. He lifted the bag he had been carrying with him of his shoulder and started searching through it for something to to wear, but before he found something Ishin stood right before him and Akurai jumped backwards. Chills ran down his spine, this guy really needed to stop showing up like this "Would it kill you to make a sound Ishin?" but he really did not expect an answer. So it was clothes she was searching for "G..guys I have a bag filled with clothes... right here" he pointed down right beside his feet. The next request Ishin came with was a bit harder. "I'll try my best" and as Akurai closed his eyes the thick ribbons grew out of his back and wrapped themselves around his arms, torso and neck. "It works like armor, it coils itself around parts of me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria "Quite well, thank you," Luca answered with a brief smile as his eyes fled back to the papers in front of Yuuma. "That's an interesting way to define our relationship," the younger investigator said, glancing up at Yuuma with another quick smile. Once the files were pushed to his side, his hands slowly went to grab them. He flicked his wrist to shake the papers and straighten them out before starting to browse. He would nod from time to time to show that he was listening, and he was. It was indeed true that they only outranked people who didn't come from the academy, but they'd have to show their worth somehow. What better way than that to bring a good few aggressive ghouls to their ends. The clapping of his hands were muffled by the paper and file shutting between them. "I think we'll get several chances to learn more about one another. It looks like we can start getting acquainted tonight, if you want to request the case right away," Luca answered, smiling as he leaned his back against the chair. "It's awfully fresh though. A good, ripe mystery."</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma gave another smirk, knowing exactly what Luca was talking about. Fresh was right -- the Bureau Investigators who had undoubtedly been dispatched to gather data likely hadn't even reached the scene yet. "I'm glad we both want to get into it immediately. I'll make the call." A moment later, he had his cell to his ear, put on hold after making his request. It didn't take long for him to hear the secretary's voice again. "You've been given jurisdiction over the crime scene, and are to head there immediately," she said simply, to the point. "At the moment, there are too many questions surrounding the event, but once we have more information, you two will be among the first considered to be assigned to any ghouls involved." Yuuma gave a quick thumbs up to Luca as he responded to her. "Excellent, thank you." Hanging up, the older boy motioned to Luca to follow him. "We gotta go, before bodies start rotting." As the two quickly made their way out of CCG Headquarters, Yuuma explained he had been told -- that they hadn't actually been assigned anything, but that what they had was a start. --- Targa Household Police surrounded the home, not many of them actually doing anything other than standing around. One of them, an older man, noticed the duo approaching, and stepped towards them. Not interested in wasting time, Yuuma simply showed his badge and the papers that proved him and Luca to now be in charge, and the two were quickly granted access. As they stepped into the house, Yuuma's serious expression remained unchanged from the sight and smell. He simply looked around, studying, mentally picking up anything he could. He did offer a comment, though. "Looks like some fun was had." Despite the positive-sounding comment, his brow furrowed. There were four Bureau Investigators present. Two held cameras, snapping pictures non-stop, gingerly stepping around the gore that surrounded them. The two others gathered samples from every pool of blood, every limb, and every unidentifiable piece of flesh. They paid little mind to the two young Ghoul Investigators. That was fine; they knew what they had to do, and they were doing it. "So there's three dead," Yuuma said, partially to Luca. "One woman, one man, and... that." He pointed to the largest pool of blood, bones with little flesh hanging onto them bathing in it. Mind working, he called one of the cameramen over. "You. How many people lived in this house?" The boy, who barely seemed to be 18, acted all flustered. "Uh, I-I have no idea, s-sir!" "Go find out," Yuuma ordered, taking the camera and motioning the boy out of the house. He continued taking pictures in his place. "Obviously a ghoul involved here," he said, glancing at Luca. "Just need to figure out what happened, why, and who."</s>	<\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi jumped roof by roof, with only one thing in her mind. To hunt. With her pink mask on, she looked feral and more like an animal with each jump. Most of her face wasn't visible through her mask, but she wore a gigantic grin in her mouth while she sniffed like crazy for something, anything that could serve as her prey for the night. But of course, not everything is as easy as that. She suddenly came to a stop and observed a single person strolling about a dark alley, and she actually tried to make her grin bigger, but she was unable to. She was already smiling from ear to ear. Her kagune creeped out of her back, a pair of grotesque looking spider legs. She squatted down, ready to leap at the human right below herself. It seemed he was taking a shortcut towards his home, but if that was the case, then how unlucky for him to have been caught in Izumi's thread. "Itadakimasu!" Her muscles tensed and she almost leapt towards him from the top of the rooftop. Only to have her ears assaulted by a sharp neigh of a horse. It was unnatural, sharp and loud, some of the windows even shook because of it, seemingly about to break. Izumi crawled into a ball while trying to cover her ears. It might not have been so excruciating for anyone inside a building, or to a normal human, but to her, a ghoul and someone who was relatively near the source of the sound, it was really bad on her ears. "W-What? What the hell was that?" She peeked over the roof of the building, just to see her prey gone and a horse racing by. "Knight... you son of a bitch, at least warn people when you do shit like this." The ghoul, Knight, attracted all sorts of attention to him, now that he was so shamelessly racing by the streets while there were quite a few people in the street, as well as having his kagune out, fluttering much like a cape would. After a while, he finally found himself in the center of a crowded street, filled with shops of electronics. He looked around, until he finally found one of the cameras, which was focused on him. He climbed down from his horse and looked directly at the camera, and nodded. The image in every TV of the 8th ward was suddenly changed to an image of Knight standing between the crowds, while many looked at him, confused as to what was happening. "CCG! I know that you are onto me. As a ghoul, it is only obvious that you'll come after me. However, as the Knight I want to represent, I will not allow myself to bested by the likes of you, who use dirty tricks against us." Knight then turned his kagune into the spear he uses most of the time, and turns around to stab one of the onlookers. Many were taking photos, thinking it was some kind of elaborate prank, but as soon as they saw Knight's kagune piercing the victim's stomach, many ran. Knight threw the body elsewhere after that. "Cannibal Corpse.... I hope you are watching this. Come fight me here, alone with your partner, and I will also fight as cleanly as I am allowed. If you don't..." With bestial speed, he rushed to one of the other onlookers who were trying to escape and also pierced his chest. "This happens." He threw the body away again, and he started searching for anyone else that might have not escaped in time from his rampage. Asuya Already in his way to the night club Hikari was in, Asuya was attentavily watching his phone while driving, searching through the cameras to see if any of them caught something interesting. Much ot his dismay, they did. A transmission from Knight, the ghoul he just had put Matsuoka unto. It was bad, because, if they already knew of the orders he issued, then there was either someone on their side giving away information, or Checkmate was so much of a hacker that they were actually able to break through the CCG's security. Both were equally worrying. He listened attentively to what Knight had to say, before concluding that he should really leave it in Matsuoka's hands. Besides, Asuya had his own problems to worry about. After a while, he finally arrived to the Dark Nights and started honking for Hikari to hurry it up. "Hey! Hikari, hurry it up! We ain't got all day!" He shouted. He suddenly felt lots of deathly glares directed at him too. One way or the other, he knew why those stares were directed at him. The most probable case was that he was seen as the 8th ward most paranoid and irritating head ever, and that they were all ghouls. The other one was that they were envious of his incredible good looks. He wanted to entertain the latter, since it'd be way too troublesome to eb caught in the middle of a ghoul storm.</s>
<\|description\|>Ishin Kuhaku Appearance: Ghoul Mask: Ishin's mask is a stylized metal helmet which looks to be a single piece of stained glass dyed multiple colours. It has no features present on the face plate and gives Ishin an eerily inhuman appearance. Nicknames: "Savage" Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Ishin's Kagunes are patterned numerous colours that resemble stained glass. His Koukaku is a set of two viciously long blades that wrap along his arm ending just underneath his palm, giving his arm the appearance of a tattooed spiral of stained glass. The Koukaku is able to flex and spread, giving him a form of amour across his arms. Ishin is also able to extend the end of his Koukaku past his hand into wickedly sharp blades, often giving them jagged edges in order to rip and tear rather than slice. Ishin's Ukaku are a set of two large wings that are amorphous in the liquid state but when crystalized take the shape of something akin to a dragon. The liquid nature of the Kagune and his colouring gives it once more the appearance of stained glass. Ishin is able to use the solidified wings to great proficiency, sending blades of crystal at his target as he rushes in violently to attack. With some fresh food in him, Ishin's wings can give him limited flight. RC Type: Koukaku and Ukaku Personality: Ishin is a calm and collected man, full of sarcasm and wit and born with a silver tongue. He always has a calm word for friends and a smart ass one liner for enemies. This attitude seems apt as the man that runs one of the Sanctuaries for Ghouls in District 8, under the guise of a night club called "Dark Nights". This personality is flipped whilst hunting or fighting, under his mask he becomes diabolically savage and attempts to elicit as much pain as possible from his prey and any doves that are fool enough to walk past him. Biography: Ishin was born in to the Ghoul world, thinking that what he was to be the norm and that humans were merely lower on the food chain to Ghouls. That's how his parents decided to raise the children under their care. As Ishin grew, he came to realize that Ghouls were a new development and not the norm. Humans outnumbered his kind. Accepting this, he developed himself to pass as a human…not wishing to go the same way his parents had and become infamous binge eaters. His teenage years were fraught with the usual things shown in tv dramas, sitcoms and movies. First loves, first heart breaks, failing tests and passing classes. All this was added to the struggle of controlling his hunger and the urge to eat as he slept his way through highschool angst. Out of highschool and in to college, Ishin used the inheritance he had from his parents that had passed a few years into highschool to set up his own business. A business he could use to help ghouls to hide from the doves and to give protection to the ghouls of Ward 8. He named this business Dark Nights and it became known for its 'shock horror' atmosphere for a nightclub. He used this to continue providing funds for his education.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria Luca pushed one of the doors of the cafeteria open with the tip of his foot and squeezed into the room before it quickly moved to shut. The briefcase in hand got stuck between the doors. Once he'd felt the tug when he tried to walk a way, he pulled it to himself and let the door rest on the other. Looking around, the flustered young investigator tried to find his newly assigned partner. He'd received information about having gotten assigned to be partnered with another dove around the same age and rank. He'd looked through his file before. He seemed like a decent dove and Luca couldn't really complain. It would be nice to have a partner that was around his age. He could have a good, proper friend for once. He looked over at one of the tables, seeing a young man looking at some papers in those beige covers. From behind, he couldn't really discern whether or not it was him but he decided to take a risk and approach him. "Good evening," he said, blindly sitting across him. Finally catching a glimpse of his face, he let out a weak sigh of relief. Oh, thank god it's him... "My name's Luca Langley. Nice to meet you Mr... Yuuma, was it?"</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka shrugged. "I'd be down with silly. It's prooobably not setting a good example for my junior saying this, but when you've been at this job for over fifteen years you kinda need something new to break up the monotony every once and a while. Even killing Ghouls can get boring if they're too weak to be a challenge, so sometimes I like to mess around a little on the job just to keep things interesting. Seeing how long I can go unnoticed by them, putting on disguises and infiltrating their ranks, fighting with one arm or leg tied behind my back, seeing how many Ghouls I can kill with improv weapons..." Yuuka paused momentarily to consider the ramifications of what she'd just said. "It's definitely not something a junior should do though! You could get hurt if you don't know what you're doing!" Having dispensed her motherly advice, Yuuka cleaned up her mess like any responsible adult should, and then turned to Hisoka and said, "Tell you what, we'll discuss it on the car ride down. Tell me what you're thinking and I'll see if it'll make for a good first hunt. This is your first real hunt, right Hisoka-kun?"</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma looked up, the little concentration he had had broken, and gave an easy smile when he saw the speaker's face. "That's right," he replied. "Rank 2 Investigator Saito Yuuma." He closed the folder in front of him, and stood up, reaching across the table with his right hand outstretched. "Are you doing well, Langley-kun?" Sitting back in his seat, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, deciding what he wanted to cover and in what order. "Before anything else, I have a request," he said, his easy smile still there. "I'd prefer if we keep formalities between the two of us to an absolute minimum. Not only are we essentially married now, but we're both the same rank, and similar in age. So just call me Yuuma." Yuuma gave a small, content huff, glad to have that out of the way. It would even help with efficiency. No matter how little, that fact pleased the boy. "I was going through these," he continued after a moment, pushing the folder towards Luca. "Have a look. They're files on some ghouls I find at least mildly interesting. I figure we can request to be assigned to one, instead of waiting around and twiddling our thumbs." Yuuma scratched his nose and leaned back into his seat, before deciding to share more of his thoughts with his new partner. "Considering we only have three years of field experience between the two of us, I can't help but feel like we'll be seen as weak and unreliable. And as much as I'd like to prove that notion wrong as soon as possible, I think it'd be good for our first few assignments to be C and B-ranked ghouls who have a penchant for violence. I'm sure you know, but I haven't done anything in a year, and I need to get back into the swing of things." His eyes darted towards his briefcase. "And my new quinque is a koukaku-type. The last one I had was an ukaku, and to say they handle differently is an understatement." Yuuma got out of his seat and stretched lazily. "Point is, while I'm plenty confident in my abilities, I wouldn't mind a little warm-up. We can familiarize ourselves with each other in a low-pressure environment. Then, we'll really start to work on making a name for ourselves, yeah?" he finished with a friendly smirk. The boy paused yet again, realizing he had been talking a lot, and hadn't given Luca much opportunity to speak up. "Is there anything you'd like to ask, or want me to know?" he invited, a curious look on his face.</s>	<\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin allowed himself to listen at the door as it wasn't immediately being answered. He heard a phone ring and a mechanical voice that simply sounded angry from what he could hear. He gave a short breath in and composed himself, acting once more as the dignified host and proprietor of a night club. The door opened and what greeted him was a woman; shorter than him, though to be fair at about 6 foot most people were shorter than Ishin, with a very clean cut appearance only marred by what looked to be animal fur. Ishin smiled briefly as she bowed, a cleanly snapped movement that was obviously practiced. Ishin leant against the wall that was behind him, slouched and hands in his pockets "not a pro-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she rattled off her name and rank as a Dove. Ishin straightened and smiled, practice of his own flicking a switch on his brain "A Ghoul Investigator?" He laughed "Cool, dangerous job though" he nodded and began walking towards the entrance "My name is Ishin Kuhaku, owner of this joint" he waved around his hand, gesturing to the walls "I have a few of you guys come through to wind down a lot…so I'll offer you the same thing I offer them" he laughed "my clients enjoy 'horror' themes and taboo…if you ever find or…hmm…acquire some notorious Ghoul Masks" he gestured to the wall covered in masks "I'll pay handsomely for them…might even give out free drinks" he grinned before gesturing to the entrance "I hope you can find your way home, Miss Hikari...and do come again." Ishin turned on his heel after leading the Dove out, he had to check on Chou and The Boy…ensure nothing had happened. Checking that they had indeed come back here, Ishin made his way up the room and opened the door. He strode inside, like he owned the place…which he well did so that wasn't an issue. The Boy was looking scared and frightened and Chou was rummaging through some drawers. He cleared his throat "Chou…tha-that's the cutlery drawer…clothes are in the wardrobe over there" He pointed at the big panels of mirrored glass that covered a section of the wall. He strode over to the Boy and looked him over "Boy…show me your Kagune" he folded his arms "I need to understand what you can do and how best to train you to stay alive."</s>
<\|description\|>Ishin Kuhaku Appearance: Ghoul Mask: Ishin's mask is a stylized metal helmet which looks to be a single piece of stained glass dyed multiple colours. It has no features present on the face plate and gives Ishin an eerily inhuman appearance. Nicknames: "Savage" Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Ishin's Kagunes are patterned numerous colours that resemble stained glass. His Koukaku is a set of two viciously long blades that wrap along his arm ending just underneath his palm, giving his arm the appearance of a tattooed spiral of stained glass. The Koukaku is able to flex and spread, giving him a form of amour across his arms. Ishin is also able to extend the end of his Koukaku past his hand into wickedly sharp blades, often giving them jagged edges in order to rip and tear rather than slice. Ishin's Ukaku are a set of two large wings that are amorphous in the liquid state but when crystalized take the shape of something akin to a dragon. The liquid nature of the Kagune and his colouring gives it once more the appearance of stained glass. Ishin is able to use the solidified wings to great proficiency, sending blades of crystal at his target as he rushes in violently to attack. With some fresh food in him, Ishin's wings can give him limited flight. RC Type: Koukaku and Ukaku Personality: Ishin is a calm and collected man, full of sarcasm and wit and born with a silver tongue. He always has a calm word for friends and a smart ass one liner for enemies. This attitude seems apt as the man that runs one of the Sanctuaries for Ghouls in District 8, under the guise of a night club called "Dark Nights". This personality is flipped whilst hunting or fighting, under his mask he becomes diabolically savage and attempts to elicit as much pain as possible from his prey and any doves that are fool enough to walk past him. Biography: Ishin was born in to the Ghoul world, thinking that what he was to be the norm and that humans were merely lower on the food chain to Ghouls. That's how his parents decided to raise the children under their care. As Ishin grew, he came to realize that Ghouls were a new development and not the norm. Humans outnumbered his kind. Accepting this, he developed himself to pass as a human…not wishing to go the same way his parents had and become infamous binge eaters. His teenage years were fraught with the usual things shown in tv dramas, sitcoms and movies. First loves, first heart breaks, failing tests and passing classes. All this was added to the struggle of controlling his hunger and the urge to eat as he slept his way through highschool angst. Out of highschool and in to college, Ishin used the inheritance he had from his parents that had passed a few years into highschool to set up his own business. A business he could use to help ghouls to hide from the doves and to give protection to the ghouls of Ward 8. He named this business Dark Nights and it became known for its 'shock horror' atmosphere for a nightclub. He used this to continue providing funds for his education.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa The last feast in the Targa home (1 month ago) As usual when a month had passed the Targa family threw a feast for their son Akurai. They always waited a month give or take a day to throw the feast as the knew that was the longest their kid could last without eating. He could get headaches and a slight temper, but he always managed to stick to the feeding plan, it was the safest way to do things. The neighborhood was under the assumption that Akurai had been taken in by the couple after a close family friend from the females side had passed and as she herself could not have kids had chosen to take the boy she had left behind. It was both as a sign of respect to his mother and to fuel her own maternal instinct. As the boys teeth sank into the arm of some unlucky car-crash victim his mother smiled. "It's good to see your hungry" the years had made her numb to the sight of her kid eating people. "You know I still praise the day your real parents left you on our doorstep?" the boy gave of a sigh and a nod "Yes mom I know, you bring this up every time we eat" "Don't sass your mom kiddo" his dad shot in as he gave his son a stern look "Fine dad" and then the boy went back to consuming various parts of various unlucky people. The meal usually lasted about 1 hour and 30 minutes as Akurai took his sweet time picking away every scarp of flesh he could find, but it also took a while as he had his dad tell where each part came from. As a coroner Akurai's dad had seen some truly horrible cases, but he could remember every single one, or at least the ones he had stolen parts of to feed his ghoul son. The meal ended and the boy thanked his mom and dad for the food "I...know its a hassle for you to get this for me dad" "Dont worry... its better then to have you hunt down people"</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired ghoul rummaged through drawer, grabbing a container with white characters written at the side. Her eyes squinted and furrowed, as though that would help decipher the words, neatly trimmed nails about to pry it open when her attention was attracted by the presence of Ishin. Glancing up, she found herself to be right, the red-haired man appearing through the door just as she popped the box open. And, glancing inside at the spoons, she heard Ishin's interruption, to which she replied with a thoughtful, "Oh." Given her father had been feeding her bits of her sister, perhaps he was not a good frame of reference, she decided, looking back at the cardboard box of spoons, shutting it. She turned once more at the sound of Akurai speaking, his additional comment sending a light blush of embarrassment to hint at her ears. Again, all she could muster as she shut the drawer was a simple, "Oh." Looking down, Chou made her way towards Ishin, stepping behind him as the two people conversed, partially because it was the spot she found most suitable, and partially because he smelled so strongly of fresh meat. She was not a greedy person, no, in fact she was rather content with the meal she had earlier that day, small as it was. Despite this, she still enjoyed the scent of humans, much in the same way humans enjoyed their scented candles- Her eyes flickered upwards, darkening as she heard the muffled sound of neighing. Yes, Chou's senses had been honed and sharpened, but even her ears were not so sharp as to hear a horse from behind the walls of the club as well as it's heavy and "sick beats". No, it was the horse itself that was loud, and even sheltered Chou knew to whom it belonged to. "Knight's out hunting," she absently commented, brows furrowed, pale hand reaching out to lightly tug on the cuff of Ishin's sleeve. "And I think he wants the whole world to know." Nonozumi Miko Dark curls glittered against the moonlight, a Noh mask splattered lightly with blood illuminated between them. Nono had just finished a hunt, though dispersed upon a nasty arrival. Laughing, he jumped down from a rooftop into an alley, where he scrubbed at the side of his mask where he presumed blood to be. "Tbh, total buzzkill," he said to no one in particular, having barely taken two bites out of his meal before being interrupted. Couldn't a guy enjoy a simple meal without having to abscond at the sound of a human stampede? Then again, he wasn't entirely not to blame- he was hunting relatively close to a cluster of people. But that was just the way he did things! Nono felt he was much more easily unnoticed when in a group of people rather than-- He froze. Turning slowly, he found that he'd fallen from an alley straight down to in front of a wounded ghoul, an arm over his stomach. Alarmed, Nono stepped back, raising his hand as he monotonously laughed out a, "Woah bro you scared me- wait. Meatx3 man, is it you?" Lifting his slightly bloody mask over his curls, Nono revealed his face, as he added, "If it's you man, are you still open for business? My place is all the way across town and-" A faint neigh echoed the streets- "-I'm not really about to be all up in that guy's business, ya feel? Lmao."</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura remained on the top, his eyes closed as he focused on the smell of several humans all bunched together and ready just for him. The smell of their flesh was salivating and nourishing, the smell if life. He wanted it, no he needed it. Or so he thought. His thoughts were interrupted by an unwary ghoul who was entering where he planned to hunt. Usually, he would attack without a second thought but it was the scent that made him stall. The taste of customers left an especially bad taste in his mouth. The Ghoul finally noticed, the Ghoul taking a shock back out of surprise. Bakura glared down at him above, his eyes cold and hiding any intentions he had. He sighed, jumping down and landing a small distance away from the man "I am, but I'd hate to break it to you but I doubt it. I was last person in the shop before I left" Just then, he was cut off by the neigh of a horse. He used his enhance hearing to listen on a nearby tv, listening to an announcement as a grin formed across his face. At the end of the alleyway, was four shocked humans startled by the loud neigh. Bakura partially activated his Kagune, four harpoon like appendages sprouting from his back and extending towards the humans. Each one wrapped around their necks and yanked them in, the sheer force snapping some of their necks. He pulled them closer, the one lively bodies now void of any life. Now only corpses for his pleasure. He dropped the two dead ones as the other two attempted to breath, only to further suffocate themselves as they used up their energies. Bakuras cold eyes transformed that of into a demonic beast, devouring the two dead bodies. He extended his left arm outwards as he ate them, clenching his fists as he ate with a grin. He used his two remaining appendages to stab the other two survivors in the hearts and pulling their bodies towards him. He dropped their limp bodies behind him as he quickly moved onto them, quickly devouring their bodies as his body surged with strength. He stood up, wiping some of the blood off the teeth part of his mask. He turned to the Ghoul, wary of him the entire time. His presence was different compared to before. He no longer had his injuries, he no longer had any restrictions. "I have a place nearby, if you wanna stay. But there's something I wanna check out if ya wanna come" As he finished, he looked at the ghoul with his cold gaze "And if you're thinking that I may kill you in your sleep" Another two appendages sprouted from his back, only leaving wonder to how many he had "I would of killed you already" With a single leap, he was already at the top of the buildings. He made his way to the source of the neigh.</s>	<\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin raised an eyebrow as Chou sidled over behind him. It was the place he most often found her if he wasn't too conscious of his surroundings. He unconsciously ruffled her hair as she settled in to position as The Boy showed his kagune. Ishin smiled "a full Koukaku" and nodded before his own Koukaku rippled over his arms "you are a defensive type then? I find Kagunes reflect a ghoul..." he said softly as his Kagune rippled back into the skin. Chou tugged at his sleeve, bringing his attention to the sound of Knight outside. Ishin sighed...he had to deal with the boy first. "I can help you learn to defend yourself against Doves and other Ghouls that'd seek to harm you" Ishin had this speech memorized, it was given to each ghoul under his care "in return...I expect obedience and adherence to my rules and to the grand mask we wear to hide from those that wish to purge us from the world...you have sanctuary here for a short time if you wish to refuse." With that Ishin left, allowing the boy to mull over his decision "Totsu-Chan..." Ishin said, calling Chou by her pet name "stay with the boy for now....I need to go clean things up it seems" Ishin gave a short sharp growl as he turned on a heel and retired to his own apartment. A parcel left at his door was his final push to go out and clean his streets. The final part of his new helmet. He grinned gently as he pulled on his combat gear; a dark leather coat, black jeans, black combat boots and his trademark crimson bandage left hanging out like a scarf. Slipping the blackened metal helmet under his arm he tested the faceplate. His own liquid RC cells ignited causing stained glass pattern colours to bubble and coalesce over the plate. Savage was reborn. Ishin left his building through a window and launched into the air, climbing up the side of the building with ease. The sound of screaming drew him to the scene Knight was making. Crouched low on a building rooftop, Ishin watched and waited.</s>
<\|description\|>Ishin Kuhaku Appearance: Ghoul Mask: Ishin's mask is a stylized metal helmet which looks to be a single piece of stained glass dyed multiple colours. It has no features present on the face plate and gives Ishin an eerily inhuman appearance. Nicknames: "Savage" Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Ishin's Kagunes are patterned numerous colours that resemble stained glass. His Koukaku is a set of two viciously long blades that wrap along his arm ending just underneath his palm, giving his arm the appearance of a tattooed spiral of stained glass. The Koukaku is able to flex and spread, giving him a form of amour across his arms. Ishin is also able to extend the end of his Koukaku past his hand into wickedly sharp blades, often giving them jagged edges in order to rip and tear rather than slice. Ishin's Ukaku are a set of two large wings that are amorphous in the liquid state but when crystalized take the shape of something akin to a dragon. The liquid nature of the Kagune and his colouring gives it once more the appearance of stained glass. Ishin is able to use the solidified wings to great proficiency, sending blades of crystal at his target as he rushes in violently to attack. With some fresh food in him, Ishin's wings can give him limited flight. RC Type: Koukaku and Ukaku Personality: Ishin is a calm and collected man, full of sarcasm and wit and born with a silver tongue. He always has a calm word for friends and a smart ass one liner for enemies. This attitude seems apt as the man that runs one of the Sanctuaries for Ghouls in District 8, under the guise of a night club called "Dark Nights". This personality is flipped whilst hunting or fighting, under his mask he becomes diabolically savage and attempts to elicit as much pain as possible from his prey and any doves that are fool enough to walk past him. Biography: Ishin was born in to the Ghoul world, thinking that what he was to be the norm and that humans were merely lower on the food chain to Ghouls. That's how his parents decided to raise the children under their care. As Ishin grew, he came to realize that Ghouls were a new development and not the norm. Humans outnumbered his kind. Accepting this, he developed himself to pass as a human…not wishing to go the same way his parents had and become infamous binge eaters. His teenage years were fraught with the usual things shown in tv dramas, sitcoms and movies. First loves, first heart breaks, failing tests and passing classes. All this was added to the struggle of controlling his hunger and the urge to eat as he slept his way through highschool angst. Out of highschool and in to college, Ishin used the inheritance he had from his parents that had passed a few years into highschool to set up his own business. A business he could use to help ghouls to hide from the doves and to give protection to the ghouls of Ward 8. He named this business Dark Nights and it became known for its 'shock horror' atmosphere for a nightclub. He used this to continue providing funds for his education.</s> <\|message\|>Keiji Junichiro. Kusime Institute Keiji would walk through the streets of Tokyo in order to reach the all known school: Kusime Institute. It was not that he enjoyed spending his time in one classroom for the rest of the day. The reason why he did not mind to go there was because it somehow let him feel a bit more human than he actually was. I mean... a ghoul is not really the most welcome person in the world as he would go on random killing sprees from time to time to silence his hunger in order not to attack in a public place which would result in him... dead. There was however a bit of humour in it since it would actually be his punishment for killing all those other people in this city just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he could change himself, the first thing would be to revert his eating habits into those of a human so he would stand out less than he already was. Or so he thought so. Having to puke everything out after taking only one bite out of a sandwich was not exactly the most favorable experience that anyone could ask for. Before he knew it, he already arrived at the school he went to. His first year in college. It was for most people an exciting time and maybe also a scary one as one could not expect how it would be there. But that was what it was all about, is it not? How could one live without any spark of adrenaline running through their veins and just witter their days at home on the couch. Well, that was not too bad now that he thought about it. But one could go mad for being locked up too long of a time. His thumbs would slip into the pockets of his pants as he would walk through the gates of the domain. His eyes would roam over the several windows to see if any classes had already started and of course there were. Well, it was not that abnormal that there were actually people in there. It would be weird if there was no one, as if it was some ghost building or something like that. A yawn would escape from his lips, almost unable to close his mouth again. The thought of the need of sleeping more popped up inside of his head as he had only three hours of sleep today. Not the best thing that he could do as he knew he had class the moment he would wake up.</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo CCG 8th District HQ "I know what I'm doing." He puffed out his cheeks in a petulant manner, making his way to the buildings exit. "I guess it's my first time actively hunting a ghoul, yeah. But that does not mean I don't know how to fight them!" He quickly pointed out with a raised finger, looking back to Matsuoka, his smile showing a little bit of teeth. "Valedictorian. I was really bad at a few subjects, but my average was higher than everyone else's thanks to Combat Education and Ghoul Biology." Hisoka puffed his chest out proudly, looking back infront of him with shut eyes and a wide smile. Of course, that would only go on to reveal another one of his odd traits. Although it was unknown over what, Hisoka tripped forward and landed face first with a rather painful sounded 'thud', lower back raised in the air. How embarrassing. Slowly lifting himself upwards, Hisoka brushed off his front with a clear of his throat, trying to return to his near-professional demeanor as if nothing happened. "Should I drive?" He asked, trying quickly to divert any attention from his fall to a different matter, hiding the burst of red on his cheeks. Yuuka couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Sure thing. Just uh, be a little more careful behind the wheel, okay?" The Special Investigator and her new partner exited the cafeteria. Yuuka shoved a hand into the pocket of her CCG blazer, expecting to find her car keys, but she came out with only a fist full of empty air. In the end, she wound up patting herself down to find her keys. "Where did I..." she said, pausing as she came to a slow realization. Awkwardly (perhaps more for Hisoka than his partner), Yuuka reached into her cleavage with a black hand and retrieved a set of keys which she started swinging around on her index finger. "I always lose these things in the weirdest places..." she muttered. Alarms blared. Yuuka snapped to attention, but quickly realized she was already at the centre of it. With one foot on the other side of an active RC cell detector, her Quinque prosthetics had tripped the alarm. Guards flooded into the room, packing guns armed with Q bullets. They took aim at Yuuka. She sighed. "Relax, boys. It's just me again." She held up her badge and her license, and immediately everyone lowered their weapons, mumbling and groaning about the trouble Yuuka had caused them. Yet more fuel for quiet gossip. "Sorry about that, Hisoka-kun. These Rc cell detectors aren't calibrated to tell my prosthetics apart from real Ghouls. They keep telling me they're gonna fix it, but they never do. I'm supposed to exit through a special door so this doesn't happen, but I guess I got a little careless, what with how excited I was." She dropped the sweaty keys in her subordinate's open hands. "My car's over here. You'll probably recognize it once you see it. It's the one that's all beat up and stuff." The car in question was more than beat up. It was dented, scratched, dinged, keyed, and even missing a mirror in an astonishing display of ignorance towards road safety. Either someone had gone to town on this car, or Yuuka should've been barred from driving ever again. "You still wanna drive, right?" Hisoka said nothing, taking the keys and approaching the beat up car. It's not that he refused to say anything, but more that he could not find the words. Ignoring the feeling of the keys, he unlocked the car doors, slipping into the drivers side. Just like moments before, he tried to redirect the conversation to something less awkward for him. Never mind the fact his face was beet red. "When I was going through the academy, I was always thinking about ways to hurt ghouls without a quinque or Q-bullets. Knight reminded me of something I thought up. Ghoul skin is tough, really tough, but it's not hard. If you poked it, it'd be all squishy and stuff, but if you stabbed it the knife would probably just bounce off." With them both strapped in, he started the car, testing the engine a little to get it started, "In a purely scientific sense, things cannot be hard and tough. It's a scale, I guess. The reason why maces were so effective against full plated knights was because they bent the armor, rather than trying to stab through it. Ghoul skin is a little bit tougher than that." He paused, pulling out of the CCG carpark, eyes on the road. "When things freeze, they become hard, but not necessarily tough. Take a rubber ball for example; if you hit it with a hammer, then it'd just bounce off. But if you froze that ball, then hit it with a hammer, it'd smash. This should apply to the body of a ghoul." He finished, the embarrassment of the earlier exchange having faded away behind his vocalised thoughts. "...So I was thinking, if I threw liquidized difluoroethane at a ghoul, it would freeze the surface it hit and make it easier to break, exposing whatever is under the tough layer of skin and some of the flesh." Hisoka's phone went off in his pocket, drawing his eye from the road momentarily. He quickly reached for it, placing it down on the car dash as he drove towards downtown. "Could you check that, Matsuoka-san?" Of course, it was a news flash. Knight's most recent actions and his challenge to Yuuka. Note: Collab between Turbo and Art</s> <\|message\|>sora mamoru close to the dark nights club a small skateboard shop was open. a young man around 19 years old named sora mamoru was sitting behind the counter reading thrasher skateboard magazine with his feet that are covered in a pair of white with black skateboard DC shoes. he looks calmly with his eyes jewel quartz grey eyes towards the clock that stands on his computer "ugh this late already" he said to himself before he removes his feet from the counter and calmly puts the on the ground with a small sigh "time to go home" he said while he stands up and unzips a grey hoody with the store loge on his chest and the name on huge on his back. by putting the hoody off he reveals a black slim fit tank top that shows a bit of his athletic muscle body although it keeps a little mystery behind it although it also reveals a black tribal tattoo on the outside of his right upper arm. he calmly hangs his hoody around the chair behind the desk and walks away from the desk towards the back while he pulls his black jeans up and tightens the white cotton belt with metal bucket so his pants doesn't drop anymore. after a minute sora rolls out of the back riding a skateboard through the store and stops infront of the door. he presses the light switches on the wall to putt of the lights while he kicks the tail of his skateboard making the board's nose shoot up so he can catch it in his right hand. he walks calmly outside while he carries his skateboard and closes the door before locking them followed by jumping up and grabbing a cage the rolls down in front of the door. he drops his skateboard on the ground and places his left foot on it before he kicks off with his right foot making speed so he can ride calmly towards the Meat, Meat, MEAT!! restaurant</s>	<\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin growled violently at the brash attitude Knight had taken all of the sudden. He was admittedly one of the more…flashy…of the 8th Ward, and despite Ishin's requests…he would incessantly call attention to the Ghoul World. Ishin both hated and respected the man under the mask. He was strong enough to be so vehemently violent against their prey and their hunters, but this strength also gave him a certain air of arrogance. The red haired ghoul growled before he looked down at the CCG closing in to Knight's proximity. As much as he didn't want to help, he had a duty as a sanctuary owner to the ghouls of the ward. His kagune rippled forth, ripping his skin and coating his arms in thick bands of multi-coloured RC cells. His wings hardened and crystalized, extending to their full span. The effect was the inhuman idea. A silent harbinger. A violent angel of death. He leapt down beside Knight and growled. "You're an idiot…but you will get your fight so long as you promise to be quiet for a few weeks after this" Ishin demanded before staking towards the CCG group that had arrived in front of him. Many were simply armed with Q-bullets, none of them attaché case wielding Doves. Except one. One that Ishin knew from the incoming Dove files. Ishin was so glad he had that simple connection to the CCG to allow him to know the Doves by name and face. He stood at his full, overbearing 6'2 feet and pointed at the group of CCG. His wings suddenly shifted, flicking a hail storm of crystal daggers at the CCG. Blood spewed from the few dumb enough to not protect their neck and Ishin blurred into the middle of them. Koukaku sharpened into deadly, sinister blades, he became a whirlwind of violence. The sounds of tendons ripping, muscles tearing, and bones snapping and breaking mingled with the gurgling cries of those unlucky enough to be dying from the initial onslaught of Ishin's wings. Ishin drew himself to full height, eyes staring directly at the one eye of Morizumi "Ahh…the one The Clown told me about" he said, his voice echoing through his mask and sounding all too inhuman "Show me….SHOW ME THE QUINQUE YOU MADE FROM OGRE!" Ishin shouted loudly and fell into a crouch, his blades glistening with ruby red blood.</s>
<\|description\|>Nonozumi Miko "I'm surprised I've lived this long, lmao." Ghoul Mask: Nono wears a simple Noh mask. Nicknames: Nono, "Noh Mask" Age: Twenty Gender: Male Rank: A Kagune: Shaped like a scorpion's tail, its design is almost as bland and forgettable as Nonozumi without his mask. The only difference to an actual scorpion's tail is it's ability to stretch out several meters and retract back to a smaller size, as well as the fact that it has three "stingers" one located a knock under the one at the standard scorpion spot, an another one between those, but on the other side. Uniquely, Nono releases a stinging poison with his stingers, creating a dull sensation for a short period of time. Sort of that feeling you get when you go to the dentists, with the same half to full hour of effect as well as the numb sensation. You can still swing the affected area around, but you just can't feel whatever you're doing. RC Type: Bikaku Personality: Nono is quiet and joking all at once, the very sort of average person that would go unnoticed. He practiced this quite a bit, which makes killing out in the open that much more easy- something that Nono doesn't do, but has toyed with the idea of. He's the type of guy that would seem quite dull to talk to in real life but says stupid stuff (like "omg" or "lmao"- he says that in real life that's how stupid he is), and would be the type to eagerly make cute emoticons at the end of his text messages. o w o )b He doesn't text humans in school though, just ghouls and people from the internet. Biography: He goes to the university and studies literature, just for the sake of studying. He doesn't make a large group of friends and is easily forgettable, thus making his other life that much easier. He made the mistake of trying to hunt CCG Doves without knowing what they actually were and received a killer scar on his back, as well as a rep as the "Noh Mask". "Hey daddy, why don't we play some games?" Ghoul Mask: Her mask is actually a complete opposite of what is pictured above, covering the top half of her face rather than the lower half. Pictured as so, it features a plain white mask cut with a shape around her mouth, decorated with a crudely drawn eye. Name: Totsuka Chou Nicknames: N/A Age: Seventeen Gender: Female Rank: N/A Kagune: Chou's Kagune spreads out and is patterned beautifully, almost so that it reminds many of butterflies. She, and hardcore butterfly fanatics, know full well however that its pattern is a moth's, and while she has a bit of a complex about it, she doesn't complain about how it protects her. Able to shield her by covering over her body or attack by releasing shards that come out in groups (usually of six to ten, but when Chou's just letting loose, it kinda doesn't matter). As versatile as it sounds though, it comes with a few openings in between attacks, not to mention in addition to her own childish inexperience. Despite being wings, she cannot fly with them, though manages to convince otherwise with her graceful leaps able speed. RC Type: Ukaku Personality: Chou behind the mask is very docile and flirtatious, quick to show a sliver of her pale skin or "accidentally" bump herself against unsuspecting victims. As she kills, however, there's a noticeable switch, the most important being her absolute silence and focus. She hunts her meals in the lower red district of the city, using charms she learned from watching other women to seduce men into her hideout. A meticulous eater, she makes sure to clean to the bone, meaning she doesn't feed often as she often has a meal waiting at home. One could say that Chou lives for the sake of living, eat for the sake of eating, sleep for the sake of sleeping. She tries not to leave her hideout during the day often, having lived this long without learning much about humans and unsure about how well she would fit in. Biography: The basics of Chou's upbringing is that she was born with two other sisters in a trio, each of them receiving the same traits from dainty features to large wings. They survived as their father- who wasn't necessarily their father, simply a man who found them in a box- hunted food, giving to them the bare minimum. It was from these small scraps that Chou learned how to savour things to the bone, enjoying her small piece as her sisters planned larger, fighting their father to receive more. Stuff happened, and one of the triplets disappeared, the father not saying a thing about it and continuing to feed them their scraps. On the second month, Chou's sister was convinced what they were eating was not human, and was in fact their sister. Their stomachs were a mess that night, but Chou didn't vomit, savouring whatever kept her alive, even if it was her sister. Two nights after the revelation, her sister woke her up to run away. The two barely made it a few blocks down before meeting with another ghoul. They defeated him, but at a cost, Chou's sister having lost her entire left side. Though Chou wanted to help her live, her sister confessed she had always hated pain and asked of Chou the same funeral they had given their other sister. And so, that was how Chou ate the other triplets. She made sure to do with her sister as her other meals and savour her, at the end finally reaching the cleanest she could make of her bones, and crying about how awful it was. She moved out of the nook in the alley she had made her home in, making her way from nook to nook to nook, moving always to prevent herself from vomiting her sisters out. She lasted a month before hunger overwhelmed her, and she ate a girl walking in the late streets. It was from this that Chou started her pattern of slow eating and hiding, her late night frequenting introducing her to the power of prostitution, and considering she preferred the taste of men moreso than women anyways, she used that as her means of ware. Spending most of her time indoors, Chou started a habit of carving her bone collection into kitchen utensils, selling them to drunkards in the night to get them off her hands. While she still has a large collection, she eats meagerly enough for the CCG to take notice.</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma Targa Household "Of course. We'll be notified if anyone shows up." Yuuma paused, noticing Luca eyeing something. "Hm? What's wrong--" He heard the ghoul before he saw her, the tell-tale sign of crystal spikes cutting through the air alerting him. Taking a simple, sharp step to the side, he swung his briefcase in an arc above his head, catching most of the spikes with it, and narrowly dodging the rest. He stared hard at the figure that landed before them, mentally noting any information he could get. The ghoul looked like a younger female, so most likely not Akurai. Yuuma didn't recognize her mask or kagune, which meant she was either unregistered or from another district. Her kagune was shaped like butterfly wings... no. Moth wings. And most importantly, it was an ukaku. He frowned. The fact that he had never seen her before meant she likely wasn't a troublemaker. Yuuma wasn't fond of killing those who didn't truly deserve it. But she had engaged him and Luca. That was enough reason to fight. If she made any move against anyone else present... That would be enough reason to kill. The cops surrounding the house started reacting, finally noticing her. Some drew their useless weapons, some took cover, and others tried to get the neighbors on scene away. "Jumping in here was idiotic, girl. You're outnumbered, and I've always had an easy time with ukaku ghouls. Especially now that I have this..." He held up his quinque, clicking it open, causing it to unfurl and reveal it's form. He let the hammer side drop to the ground with a heavy thump, the pavement below it cracking and giving way. "If you stay, you will die." And that was when Akurai showed up. Yuuma's eyes widened for just a moment, but his face quickly hardened again. The boy started speaking, desperately trying to garner sympathy. Throughout the little speech, Yuuma's expression never changed. From the first gunshots, to the story being told, to the boy revealing his kagune. He glanced towards Luca. "Watch my back," he said, before easily lifting up his quinque. It was only the second time he had wielded it. It still felt foreign in his hands. With long, purposeful strides, he stepped towards Akurai. The boy had a strong kagune, but no fighting experience. He had no chance. There were too many people here, bearing witness. Yuuma was a ghoul investigator, and in front of him were two ghouls -- his job was to eliminate them, or face consequences. He had to keep up appearances. As Yuuma reached Akurai, he said one word, with little emotion, and quietly enough that only the two ghouls could hear him. "Run." A moment later, he spun around on his feet, winding up and taking a heavy side-ways swing at Akurai, preparing himself for any counter-attack from either of them. He aimed not to do damage, but instead launch the boy several dozen feet away -- which would undoubtedly still hurt, but wouldn't kill.</s> <\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin Giichi Hadwin Targa Household On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~ Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Targa Household As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.</s>	<\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The moth clicked her tongue as her shots missed, several striking other humans' arms, but not detrimental enough it seemed to stop them from clearing the scene. Just as her wings arched back to ready a second wave, her head twitched to the side- Akurai? It was at this point that she stopped listening, her senses overwhelmed with keeping up with making sure Akurai was unharmed, and the two briefcase-toting strangers didn't take a step closer. Her attention flickered back into focus when one of the two investigators made a move, her body already ready to turn sharply towards Akurai. Her eyes glanced over as the second human rushed behind the first, clicking her tongue again before releasing a loud and distracting shriek, followed with a quick array of seven shards poorly aimed. Chou pushed off the ground towards Akurai, her arms wrapping over him and pulling him away from the oncoming swing, Chou's wings lifting to cover her as the force of the weapon forced her back, reopening mid-flight to let loose another barrage of shards, her attention too busy on landing to aim properly. Upon feet hitting ground, however, Chou smacked Akurai on the head as though scolding him for not listening to her, chiding him with a stern- "Please. Run. I'll be right behind you." And, after letting go of him, stepped in front of him, her wings unfurling to their fullest. There was a small pause, Chou sucking in air as her body leaned forward slightly, her wings retracting slightly, shards starting to form. With a release of her breath, the butterfly leapt to the air, releasing three bursts carefully aimed, her landing reaching her closer slightly towards the investigators, the touch of her feet against the ground releasing another sharp burst of shards.</s>
<\|description\|>Akurai Targa Ghoul Mask: Currently without one Nicknames: Aku Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: c (not yet really given a rank) Kagune: Two green-ish long ribbons burst out of his back and wraps around his arms and torso making him look like he is wrapped in really thick bandages . Thanks to the weight of the kagune he can deliver some rather hard downwards punches. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: Akurai is caring and protective of the people around him. He is usually upbeat and very talkative, but as any teenager he can have a moodswing envy now and then. Biography: Akurai was left by his real parents as a child and was raised by a all human family, which had it ups and downs. As he was just left their doorstep the family had no idea he was a ghoul, they just took him as they had been wanting a child for the longest time and was not about to start asking questions. However soon they noticed their sons strange eating habits or lack there off as he did not eat or drink anything they tried to feed him. It wasn't before he sank his teeth into his mother's shoulder they knew what they had really taken in, but by that time it was too late to turn back and they just found ways to feed his hunger. The dad was a coroner had easy access to food for his kid, but the barrier to steal flesh from the dead was a hard one to break and it wasn't until the kid barely managed to move he crossed it and from that day on it just became easier. Akurai grew up happy as can be and his family loved him with all their heart, it was just a bit hard to explain everything that happened to him as he grew older. Like how unlike others he could only eat human flesh, how nobody could know he was eating it and what in the world the two ribbons that grew out of his back were. However they found a way, a way that would lead to Akurai meeting his first ghoul. The ghoul taught Akurai everything he would need to know about being a ghoul and how to control his urges, all in trade for some flesh provided by Akurai's dad. Currently Akurai still lives at home with his "parents" and has been shielded from the world around him, both the human and the ghoul kind. Other: He was homeschooled and never went to high school or college, but he has still been out in the world. He does knows the people he lives with isn't his real family, but to him they are as real as any. He has never had to hunt so he hasn't faced the harsh reality that someday he will need to take a life.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! The boy in the kitchen raised his head and waited for a second before tugging his earphones out and pulling the plug out of the phone. Sure he'd heard a voice from inside, he looked around, noticing that there was a head poking out from the window of the back door. I should've gone home. The boy slightly tilted his head forward, rubbing his eyes with his finger tips while speaking. He noticed the girl and the boy standing in front of the door once it was open. Sighing, the worker took a step back for them to get in and go inside."Good evening," said a dull, tired voice that came out of the boy's mouth. He raised his head once more, pointing at the door that led out of the kitchen. "Take a seat. I'll be there soon with the menus."</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura roamed through the sewers, staggering and crashing into the walls as he walked aimlessly. He pulled off his mask, dry blood still around his mouth. He wiped it away before falling against a wall and slumping to his ass. He looked up at the roof of the sewers, the sound of rats squeaking and water dripping was all he could hear. "Like hell I'm gonna let myself die here" He staggered up, continuing to walk through the sewers. This time he knew where to go. Bakura had previously taken out numerous cameras at certain spots for him to use as passages between the sewers and the streets. He removed the manhole and climbed up the ladder with his one good arm, struggling the entire time and even falling down once. From there, he walked back to Meat! Meat! MEAT! everything seeming to be a blur. To the cameras, he would look like just every other drunk person while in reality he was a Ghoul in critical condition. He walked up the front door of the shop, hitting it open. The bell's chime rang through the room as Bakura entered, holding his broken left arm and still with his hood on. He lifted his head, blood and bruises all over his face. His eyes were cold as he looked at Edward "I...need some help" He collapsed forward, his snow white hair breaking out of its ponytail and flying out into the open. He thudded on the ground, only with enough strength to barely keep his consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin spun on his chair as Chou began to get changed. He placed his mask in his lap and looked over the metal surface. A few nicks and scratches marred the appearance of the stained glass section. He sighed gently. He really needed to finish his other mask, he spun around one of the walls that held a collection of masks. Fallen ghoul masks was his excuse to any and all CCG that walked into his office. He remembered one such meeting with the rumoured 'Race Traitor' Dove. That was sure an interesting encounter. He sympathised with her more that he disliked that Investigator. He knew full well how it was to be caught between two worlds. Every humane Ghoul knew the struggle. He allowed himself a brief smile after entertaining the idea of attempting to convince that Dove to fall from the lofty heights. He laughed gently to himself before looking to Chou "Yes, let's go." Ishin stood, throwing on his customary black trench coat and wrapping his neck in a crimson bandage. Mask in one hand, Chou's hand in the other, Ishin pushed through the crowds and out into the fresh air. People had entered the club and the line was now very thin. He could smell only a single human…and they were drunk. He could hear a gentle heartbeat. He sighed softly…drunk humans were the worst to have laying around. He looked at Chou "wait here." Making his way to the lain out form, he sighed. A passed out woman. He lifted her into his arms and made his way back to Chou and the bouncer "Put her up in the drunk tank" he said as he hefted her into the bouncer's arms. The bouncer nodded and left, allowing Ishin to walk back to Chou "apologies…" he grabbed her hand once more and walked out of sight of humans, down an alley near one of the taller buildings of the neighbourhood. Slipping on the plated metal helmet, his kagune ripped forward. Using his wings he looked up and shot into the air, landing in a crouch on the roof. His kagune settled back down and he looked out over the expanse of ward 8. Here were three large factions that held dominion over the Ward. His eyes shifted to the ghoul restaurant. An alliance between him and them was yet to be struck without some apprehension. His eyes then flicked to the monstrous eyesore that was CCG headquarters. He gave a short soft growl before looking around. The Hunt was on….</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai made his way through the ward and with every step he felt a bit more hopeless. It was only a question of time before someone would find his parents and the bloody mess on the floor and contact the cops or better yet the CCG. 19 years had passed in his life and not once had he hunted down a human for food, he had just eaten the scraps his dad managed to drag home. So now after 19 years of living undercover in safety everything was going to get blow because some asshole had to eat his parents."Congratulations Aku, your officially a murderer" but saying it only brought a small smile onto his face "Well... a ghoul murderer" The bag felt heavy after a while and he had to sit down somewhere. The bag was filled with every piece of clothing and every shred of cash he could find in the house so it being heavy was a given. He sank down at the corner of a small shop and just sat there and looked up at the sky, it looked so peaceful up there. "Is heaven a thing mom ?"</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou Chou followed after Ishin, and hand in hand they walked through the crowd of people. As they made their way to the exit, the smell of a drunk human filled her nose, which was rather expected given their location. Chou tensed, but rather than step for the easy kill, Ishin told Chou to stand back. Idly standing, Chou picked at her dress as she wondered how anyone thought frills were ever a good idea to wear, looking up at the reappearance of her guardian. He smelled even more strongly of human, but she knew he didn't kill whatever drunkard he'd come across. It was too close to home, and too boring of an adventure. "Un," she nodded with affirmation as her hand reached for Ishin's hand, the two rising to the sky with the older ghoul's aid. Chou, despite her wings, couldn't fly, and scaling the walls- while easy- wouldve hindered Ishin's speed. So, she gratefully accepted the free ride, her hands slipping on her mask after he did. It was one of her own design, crudely coloured with a crayon she'd found in the streets. As her focus heightened with the placement of the mask, her nose twitched at the scent of blood- human. Her gaze wandered alongside Ishin's before pointing towards a lone figure leaning against a closed shop, unsuspecting. "There's one," she noted, excitement too great to stop her from dropping down, forgetting that Ishin was supposed to be making calls and that she was supposed to be hunting girls for her attire issues. Her kagune escaped from her back, shielding her fall by pushing her up and throwing her further over rooftops, her feet never touching the ground, stopping on the rooftop just before the boy as their eyes made contact. She stilled, wondering how he knew she was coming, frowning as the mix of human blood mixed with something more foul. Ghoul. Leaping down the final rooftop, she stepped in front of the blonde teen, her wings hovering intimidatingly before her. "No hunting here," she warned, "This isn't your hunting ground."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! As Edward got out of the kitchen carrying the menus, he raised his head to see what he first thought to be another late customer. It took him a moment to realize that it was his co-worker Bakura. After a couple of slow steps, the cook heard the faint plea for help, rushing over to his side. As Bakura's body fell, Edward kneeled by his side. He lifted the half-conscious young man and quickly set him on a secluded booth's seats. Pushing the swinging door, he rushed into the kitchen and ran his hand through some packages in the storage room. He grabbed one and made his way back to the room, grabbing the two menus that he'd dropped on the counter and carelessly tossing them at a table as he kept moving towards Bakura. Edward pushed the table aside and unwrapped the tip of the package, placing the open part right in front of the young man's mouth from which some condensed human flesh leaded. "Eat up. I'll pour you some coffee," the boy said quietly and walked over to the other two, waiting for their order.</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka chuckled. "You think he's weird? You're an investigator now, kid. Trust me, things are about to get a whole lot weirder. Now let's see what we've got here." Yuuka grabbed a pile of papers and began power-reading them, showing incredible focus unlike anything Hisoka had seen from her so far. When it came to Ghouls, Special Investigator Matsuoka was all business. "A-rank Knight, real name and/or other aliases unknown. Male, six foot four, other distinguishing characteristics unknown. Koukaku-user. Kagune takes the form of a black elongated spear which he wields riding atop a large black horse or motorcycle. Subject has proven evasive, most likely knows the locations of all the cameras in the city. I think we can infer an ambush. Our best bet is to lure him out of hiding so we can face him on equal footing. What do you think, 3rd rank investigator Hisoka?"</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo There were a few things about Knight which really stuck out to Hisoka, taking a few moments of silence to contemplate the information, ensuring what he was about to say was not utterly mad. "...A ghoul that owns both a horse and motorcycle and can afford to maintain them to the point of being able to shake pursuit. Properly looking after a horse in this climate can be anything from 170,000 yen upwards a year, and motorcycles are incredibly costly in their own right. We're looking for a person who is relatively comfortable, six foot, and possibly has an interest in Western History given their dedication to the role. Is there a blacksmith in either this District or the neighbouring ones?" It was verbal diarrhoea for the most part, but she did ask for his thoughts. Hisoka bit down on his thumb, more ideas coming to mind. It was difficult to know what exact year Knight became active, but a first recorded incident would be enough to work backwards from - enough to create a good assumption. "I think we should ambush the ambusher..." He started, looking up into the eyes of Yuuka. It appeared they were similar in some way, his red orbs carrying a completely different feeling than the kind, if confused, look that was in them before. "If we can start to figure out his identity, then we can catch him unaware in the middle of his cover life. More likely to bring him back in alive, less likely to be ready for a fight."</s>	<\|message\|>Akurai Targa Just as he got done asking his question Akurai's eyes fell upon a figure standing on top of the building in front of him. She was standing just in front of the moon and even if it was just a shadow he could clearly see it was a girl. "An angel ?" He asked himself, but another quick glance at her wings ruled that out. She looked like a butterfly from afar, a really dangerous butterfly. It took a moment before she jumped of the building, fluttered down to the ground and approached Aku 'I guess even isn't real' "No hunting here. This isn't your hunting ground." His area ? Akurai could not care less about hunting at the moment, he just ate after all. Getting of the ground he brushed the dust and gravel of and then locked eyes with the girl again. "I have already eaten so your area is safe. I'm just passing through, so you can take your moth wings and flutter away" He wasn't normally this harsh towards strangers, but today he had really had enough of ghouls. The taste of the last one he ran into still remained on his tongue and no matter how much he brushed his teeth he could still sense a hint of ghoul in his breath.</s>
<\|description\|>Akurai Targa Ghoul Mask: Currently without one Nicknames: Aku Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: c (not yet really given a rank) Kagune: Two green-ish long ribbons burst out of his back and wraps around his arms and torso making him look like he is wrapped in really thick bandages . Thanks to the weight of the kagune he can deliver some rather hard downwards punches. RC Type: Koukaku Personality: Akurai is caring and protective of the people around him. He is usually upbeat and very talkative, but as any teenager he can have a moodswing envy now and then. Biography: Akurai was left by his real parents as a child and was raised by a all human family, which had it ups and downs. As he was just left their doorstep the family had no idea he was a ghoul, they just took him as they had been wanting a child for the longest time and was not about to start asking questions. However soon they noticed their sons strange eating habits or lack there off as he did not eat or drink anything they tried to feed him. It wasn't before he sank his teeth into his mother's shoulder they knew what they had really taken in, but by that time it was too late to turn back and they just found ways to feed his hunger. The dad was a coroner had easy access to food for his kid, but the barrier to steal flesh from the dead was a hard one to break and it wasn't until the kid barely managed to move he crossed it and from that day on it just became easier. Akurai grew up happy as can be and his family loved him with all their heart, it was just a bit hard to explain everything that happened to him as he grew older. Like how unlike others he could only eat human flesh, how nobody could know he was eating it and what in the world the two ribbons that grew out of his back were. However they found a way, a way that would lead to Akurai meeting his first ghoul. The ghoul taught Akurai everything he would need to know about being a ghoul and how to control his urges, all in trade for some flesh provided by Akurai's dad. Currently Akurai still lives at home with his "parents" and has been shielded from the world around him, both the human and the ghoul kind. Other: He was homeschooled and never went to high school or college, but he has still been out in the world. He does knows the people he lives with isn't his real family, but to him they are as real as any. He has never had to hunt so he hasn't faced the harsh reality that someday he will need to take a life.</s> <\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin Giichi Hadwin Targa Household On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~ Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Targa Household As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The moth clicked her tongue as her shots missed, several striking other humans' arms, but not detrimental enough it seemed to stop them from clearing the scene. Just as her wings arched back to ready a second wave, her head twitched to the side- Akurai? It was at this point that she stopped listening, her senses overwhelmed with keeping up with making sure Akurai was unharmed, and the two briefcase-toting strangers didn't take a step closer. Her attention flickered back into focus when one of the two investigators made a move, her body already ready to turn sharply towards Akurai. Her eyes glanced over as the second human rushed behind the first, clicking her tongue again before releasing a loud and distracting shriek, followed with a quick array of seven shards poorly aimed. Chou pushed off the ground towards Akurai, her arms wrapping over him and pulling him away from the oncoming swing, Chou's wings lifting to cover her as the force of the weapon forced her back, reopening mid-flight to let loose another barrage of shards, her attention too busy on landing to aim properly. Upon feet hitting ground, however, Chou smacked Akurai on the head as though scolding him for not listening to her, chiding him with a stern- "Please. Run. I'll be right behind you." And, after letting go of him, stepped in front of him, her wings unfurling to their fullest. There was a small pause, Chou sucking in air as her body leaned forward slightly, her wings retracting slightly, shards starting to form. With a release of her breath, the butterfly leapt to the air, releasing three bursts carefully aimed, her landing reaching her closer slightly towards the investigators, the touch of her feet against the ground releasing another sharp burst of shards.</s> <\|message\|>Shina Morizumi A street in the 8th district The entire street was locked up in a bad traffic jam. During the last hour, rank 1 investigator Morizumi had managed to travel the entire length of one city block. The woman sighed in frustration, looking into the rearview mirror to see if there was a way back by now, but the line of cars reached as far as she could see. After brushing a strand of hair out of her face, she picked up an open dossier from the passenger seat. It was one out of three, and she had almost skimmed the entirety of it now. Covering a yawn with her free hand, she stared at drawings and blurred pictures, names and a galore of useless details. The file was a collection of known data about notable ghouls in the 8th district, whereas the other two were an essay about this wards Doves and a geographic file about significant locations. She hated any sort of work-related occupation outside of her official shifts, and technically seen the ride from the 9th to the 8th district happened during her free time, but there was virtually nothing else to do while she was stuck here. The investigator opened the first button of her dress shirt and leaned back taking in the details of a ghoul named 'Harlequin'. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Five hours earlier. It was a total joke. A facade, so shallow that it brought a sour taste to her mouth. The entire parting ceremony her ward had organized was so obviously fake that it made her angry. People shook her hand like she was a close friend, bowing before her as if she was a respectable character here, but nothing of that was even remotely accurate. Morizumi didn't show that she was aware of the gossip behind her back, but on the inside, she despised her promotion and the entire fuss about it. All she wanted was to earn the title of a rank 1 investigator, and now they gave it to her as a parting gift. It felt wrong, it wasn't what she wanted and it wasn't what the 9th ward investigators felt when they gratulated her either. "Take this and fuck off." would have been a more honest farewell, and probably even one she could respect more than...this. She had cleared out her desk in the branch office, all of her belongings were already in the car, but the young woman still didn't leave the compound. The local data administrator turned pale when she showed up in his doorframe to ask for the dossiers about district 8. He offered the expression of a man facing something unpleasent he had already considered a matter of the past. On the inside, she felt insulted, had she never brought any kind of trouble upon this man. She took the folders out of his hands and left, plain and simple. On her way out she came across Nakamura, chief of the 9th ward. "You still here, Morizumi? Don't have the heart to leave us, do you." His joking tone displeased Shina, but she played along. There was no need to pick a fight with him now. "It's just too homey here. 'decided I need a souvenir to take with me." she replied, waving the three files in his general direction. "Take care out there, Morizumi. It's a rough neighbourhood. They have the ghouls under control for the most part, but the troublemakers over there are no joke." For the fraction of a second, Shina felt a sting somewhere inside. Out of all the things people said to her, this was likely the most genuine advice she had gotten. The moment passed and disappeared. Turned into the opposite emotion, moments later. "Good luck hunting that Clown." He was a liar too, Shina knew. The whole story about the Clown moving to the 8th district was nothing more than a ruse, and she knew it. They were looking for a way to get rid of her and thought she wouldn't notice, but she did. It was ironic, really. All she ever tried to achieve was being underestimated by the ghouls she needed to kill, and now she had been too successful at it, even fooling her superiors. It should have felt good, but it didn't. It felt like getting betrayed. "I'll get her.", she lied back. She had played them too, the same way they had played her. Her transfer over to the 8th was nothing more than a ticket away from the ridicule. It was her way out, and she had taken the chance. It also meant an end to the fruitless hunt after the girl that took her eye, though with the month-long absence of any solid lead, the whole deal felt like a defeat anyway. "Misery" didn't mirror the friendly expression of her former superior, nor the wave. She just turned around and left, to never look at the 9th district HQ again. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Morizumis train of thought about the two odd ghouls named Baseball and Pitcher was interrupted by a commotion originating from somewhere further down the road. She had not noticed the crowd of people forming just barely in sight, but when they started screaming and running down the street, it caught her attention. Immediately she was fully attentive to the scenery unfolding not far from her car, but from her current position it was hard to tell what exactly was going on. The involvement of ghouls was likely, but she assumed to find maybe a rowdy B-class ghoul having a public picnick or something. High-profile monsters usually didn't draw that much attention, so her elaborate guess went towards 'idiot ghoul didn't catch the witnesses fast enough'. She dropped the dossier back onto the passenger seat, reached for the suitcase standing at the leg room and got out on the street. Not casually, but not with a huge amount of haste either. Being the only person in sight who walked towards the source of panic instead of running away. While Morizumi was without a partner, there were civilians in potential danger, so she was duty-bound to interfer with whatever was going on ahead. She was unaware of the challenge Knight had issued to the 8th's investigators. "Rank 1 Shina Morizumi... Misery reporting for duty. she said to herself, her voice overpowered by the panicking screams of frightened passengers.</s>	<\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai prepared for the impact of the hammer, he was ready for the pain that would come with however it was his best ticket out of here. It was just one problem, Chou. Somehow she had managed to get between Akurai and the hammer and she absorbed most of the blow from it, lucky her kagune took most of the force. "He wants us to run" Akurai said just before he took both the Dove and Chou's advice. "Chou you better come after me in one piece!" With that Akurai jumped onto the closest roof and started to move, he needed to find someone who could help. There was no way Chou would win this fight and saddly thee was only one person he knew, Ishin.</s>
<\|description\|>Yoko Hikari Appearance: A flat chested, short haired, well groomed woman who fits right in with the men in the office. Although no need, she wears contacts as sorta a protective measure. She keeps her appearance regardless of the occasion, only changing her attire to full nudity when it's time to sleep. Noticeable features include a splatch of scar-tissue on her left forearm, and clothes plagued with fur (as much as she tries to clean it, it never goes away). Nicknames: // Age: 24 Gender: female Rank: 2 Quinque: A shoulder turret that covers her arm and comes to a sharp point over her hand. Personality: Upbeat, friendly, and a bit too positive. Her life motto is "C'est la vie" and she takes that to its fullest. She has no problem with ghouls, nor does she harbor the same feelings some of her fellow investigators may or may not hold to. She feels ghouls have as much right to life as humans so-long-as they follow the rules. She doesn't, however, flaunt her viewpoint onto her peers. Biography: Grew up in an area plagued by ravenous monsters who, as a child, thought they were more misunderstood more than anything. One night, a ghoul attacked her mother, father, and two sisters; killing the parents and getting teeth deep into young Yoko's arm before CCG showed and put it down. The eldest sister at the time, Namari Hikari age 20, became head of the household until all three eventually grew up and moved out. Somewhere along here, Yoko got herself a baby red panda who she named Riichi. Namari became a professor at a university while her other sister entered the academy two years earlier than Yoko and was killed on the job before Yoko could join her.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Out of nowhere someone dropped in between Akurai and the girl and he found himself jump backwards. The guy frightened him and made him shiver slightly, if the girl was a 1/10 this guy was 100/10. "I was pretty happy about being unknown..." Akurai whispered to himself. The words the mand said were like knifes and without knowing Akurai had been steeping backwards and was now with his back to the wall. As the mans Kagune ripped forward Akurai's did the same and coated the boys vital organs as well as it could, but never in his life had Akurai felt so frail. "I dont care if you kill me. Actually it would be nice. My mom and dad are back at home in a pool of their own blood. A ghoul killed them both and he was eating them as I came home. I lost control and I started to punch" His hands curled into fists "and I didn't stop. I just kept going until he looked more like a gooey mess then a man" He looked right at the masked man "and then I ate him" he didn't want to give a reason. He didn't want to say that even if mommy and daddy smelled so good he forced himself to eat the ghoul. " So kill me... I wont mind" The girls plea however came as a surprise. He didn't see what reason she would have to want to keep him alive, but as soon as she said they should keep him he started to understand. "I won't hunt, I can't. I have always had food at home, dad provided for me" He looked at the girl as she said she needed a friend "I ate one of us and still you say I could be your friend ?"</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura held his ribs tightly the entire time, that's where it ached the most. He had already gotten over his broken arm but his ribs were broken and he hoped that he didn't have an internal injury. His nose twitched at the smell of human meat, it's smell smelling like life in solid form. He quickly grabbed it and tore it apart from his mouth, devouring it within seconds. He let out a sigh of relief, usually feeling better after a meal. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve as he began to move his left hand It's healing faster than before He turn to glare at the young girl in the eyes, blinking as they reverted back to normal "It was the Dining Hall. But it doesn't matter. That rhino looking bastard is dead anyways" He said as he slowly stood up. He turned his gaze to the other stranger Ghoul in the shop "If I was gonna draw Doves here, I would of left myself to die out there" By the time he finished, the Ghoul left. He walked over to the table and fell onto one of the seats, grabbing a cup of coffee and taking a sip. He looked down at his hand, squeezing it tightly Just that meal won't suffice for me to heal. I need to eat. "It isn't common for strangers to be coming here this late. Why are you here?" He said to the female Ghoul as he took off his hood and took another sip of coffee.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! Just as Bakura finished his question, Edward sat across him with his coffee in hand. "Well, at least you probably won't be going there again in a while," he said, taking a sip from his cup. "You should be better soon enough." He wasn't too keen on the idea of people hunting near the shop. It might eventually lead to the doves investigating the area more thoroughly, giving the ghouls at the shop a hard time. He shot a brief glare at the girl. She seemed like a rather uncontrollable ghoul, or perhaps that was just Edward's perception due to her erratic behaviour so far.</s> <\|message\|>Yoko Hikari A god-awful noise suddenly rang out from Yoko's phone, loud enough to rival the music and ambient noise coming from the main dance floor of the club. At first Yoko just ignored it in her dreamlike state, but as her migraine started again and the noise didn't stop, she pulled out her phone and answered with a worn out tone before she realized what she was doing. "Moshi..." She started to fade away. "CCG, rank 2, Hikari Yoko. At your service." Before the person on the other side could respond, Yoko quickly recalled any reason why anyone would be calling. The only people that would have this number would be her sister up at the university and her fellow CCG workers, but its not that she had a partner or anything. And she had finished her work for the week, except for that last minute file that appeared on her desk. She has yet to look through it though, which she was hoping that it wouldn't come up. She didn't even know what time or day it was.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin gave a short and violent growl as the boy spilled his story. Ishin didn't care. This was an offence to his domain and he would have none of it…especially from cannibalising scum. He raised an arm, preparing to strike swiftly before he was stopped by Chou. He looked down at the girl and raised an eyebrow. She was asking something of him again. He knew how uncomfortable that made her so it seemed…out of place until she mentioned needing a friend. He nodded and his Kagune retracted. He stepped forward in front of Chou and towards the cowering boy. He did look far too gone to be of much help tonight. "another one to train I suppose" he mused before taking off his helmet and resting it under an arm "you have been saved by someone's good graces…I suggest you show more appreciation of that fact, boy" Ishin nodded gently "Chou…take the boy back to Dark Nights" he said quickly "Clean him up and show him around…I'll hunt solo tonight" He tapped a finger to his chin "Go to Rocky and ask for the key to Room 3-B…that'll be yours and boys for time being until I can find somewhere else" he placed his helmet back on to his head and shot up into the sky with the help from his kagune. Now he could be by himself. He could hunt with reckless abandon. He could be at his normal. The scent of humans filtered through the metal helmet drove him on. His stomach tightened in anticipation. His arms covered in thick plates of RC cells, he was 'Savage' once more. Leaping over alleys and pounding over rooftops, Ishin was a silent predator. His first target, slung over his shoulder and half-conscious, was a girl for Chou. He needed about three more bodies to feed the demands of his Ghouls. He leapt in to a group of teens that were either drunk or high. Breaking the street light above them with a flash of crystal RC, in a flash they were on his shoulder as well, in varying states of consciousness or death. That was enough for now. He returned on his hunting path back to Dark Nights. Arriving back at Dark Nights, Ishin let himself in through a cellar door and down into a room that was hidden from view. The corpse cellar. Leaving the humans there for later, he returned to his office and changed into his usual day to day attire. Leaving his mask behind seemed most prudent as he needed to check on the drunk before checking on Chou and the Boy. Ishin made his way through the crowds and up to the Drunk Tank, rapping on the door with his knuckles "Open up."</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi Well, while it seemed that the guy hadn't been damaged by doves, he still had enough of an attitude to be making snarky remarks. Izumi felt that she actually liked the guy more than one would actually think. "Well, now that the no life isn't here anymore, I think I should leave too. Preys might not be as abundant if I delay a bit too much." Izumi smiled, before turning to the waiter, Edward. "Oi, boy. You okay on supplies here? I can always bring over my leftovers if you aren't. I'm giving preferance to you guys, you know?" Izumi said, before taking her cellphone out and tinkering with it a bit. Even if Luca didn't know, Izumi was actually an acquaintance, and a good friend, of the owner of the restaurant. That's why she so nonchalantly moved around the place as it were her own. Before long, she noticed that what she said might actually gross the guy out. What could be more disgusting that human entrails? Half eaten human entrails. "Oh, but I don't actually mean leftovers like that, I mean the guys I can't eat after hunting tonight." Izumi said, blocking her phone and smiling at the pair of guys before her. "You asked what I'm doing her, no?" Izumi made her way towards the back door. "Well, I was just checking in, you know. Making sure people here haven't lost their balls and so, it is pretty bad when that happens." Izumi laughed a bit. "And also, you never know with that head of the CCG. He might be onto you the moment you take your eyes off him, or the cameras. You gotta be careful, here in district 8, is eat or be eaten. Now, ciao!" Izumi shouted, before jumping away from the restaurant, and putting her mask on after searching for it inside her bad. Asuya "HIKARI!? For god's sake, can't you actually BE where someone needs you? Listen, I've gotten on some piece of information I need checked out. Aside from you, there's no one else free right now, and I need you to come with me. Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up rigth away. Do you have your quinque with you, or should I bring it to you?" Asuya spouted out to Hikari, without even waiting for a reply. "Anyhow, be ready. I know your location anyway. I'll also bring a backup should you not have your quinque with you, or yours if I find it. Bye." Not wanting to stay too much on the phone, Asuya quickly hanged up. Fortunately (unfortunately for his underlings) Asuya had a tracker put in every and each one of them, using their phones or otherwise. Paranoia is a really dreadful thing. He quickly started up in his phone the application and searched for Hikari. Finding her in the club Dark Nights was NOT a pleasant surprise. "That girl.... you can't actually be serious, hanging around such a place." He sighed with exasperation. He left the building and went to his car. Soon enough, he was en route to the club, to pick Hikari up. In the dark alleys of Ward 8 A man, clad in full body armor and wearing a menacing looking helmet, walks through the streets. His kagune that was covering his hand just moments ago disappears into nothing into his shoulder blade. Contrary to his medieval appearance, a ringing sound coming from his phone suddenly rang. He quickly rushed to pick it up and turned it on, the screen lighting up his helmet. The neighs of a horse could be heard nearby. "They are onto me... and the Cannibal Corpse no less. I will need full support in this one, and there's no reinforcements to call upon besides you, Checkmate. Help me through this, and even if I am caught I will not say anything about you." As a middle aged man would, he slowly slid his fingers through the touch screen of his phone and said what he wanted to write in the message. Before long, the message was sent and he approached the black horse standing in the alley. He climbed onto its back. "Let's go, Yozo. They cannot hope to outwit us, not with her on our side." Knight took the reins of the horse and they set off.</s>	<\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Yoko kinda just sat there while Asuya chewed her out. Not that she was supprised. She figured it was work calling, here to ruin her time off. She didn't care, she had her time off; as brief as it was. With the phone call over, Yoko finally went to open the door to the drunk tank to see why her captors wanted to be so polite to their victims. She didn't really see herself as a victim of a kidnapping though; she knew she passed out, but just didn't know where she was. Yoko opened the door to find a boy, about her age, holding a more mature presence than she'd figured for a twenty-something year old. She stared for a moment, captivated by his red hair and matching attire before she snapped back to the realization that this was probably the person who locked her away to safety. She quickly straightened up and bowed with a simple "Thank you" before getting on to the matter at hand. She stared at him a moment: calm, collected, and non-threatening, but taking control of the conversation and strict notice of his facial expressions and general attitude. "Excuse me, my name is Hikari. I am a rank 2 ghoul investigator," Yoko paused to take note of any particular changes the boy infront of him may have released, "... and I have just been called away on business. If you wouldn't mind showing me to the front, the CCG would be appreciative that one of our beloved citizens were happy lend a hand to one of their trusted officers."</s>
<\|description\|>Yoko Hikari Appearance: A flat chested, short haired, well groomed woman who fits right in with the men in the office. Although no need, she wears contacts as sorta a protective measure. She keeps her appearance regardless of the occasion, only changing her attire to full nudity when it's time to sleep. Noticeable features include a splatch of scar-tissue on her left forearm, and clothes plagued with fur (as much as she tries to clean it, it never goes away). Nicknames: // Age: 24 Gender: female Rank: 2 Quinque: A shoulder turret that covers her arm and comes to a sharp point over her hand. Personality: Upbeat, friendly, and a bit too positive. Her life motto is "C'est la vie" and she takes that to its fullest. She has no problem with ghouls, nor does she harbor the same feelings some of her fellow investigators may or may not hold to. She feels ghouls have as much right to life as humans so-long-as they follow the rules. She doesn't, however, flaunt her viewpoint onto her peers. Biography: Grew up in an area plagued by ravenous monsters who, as a child, thought they were more misunderstood more than anything. One night, a ghoul attacked her mother, father, and two sisters; killing the parents and getting teeth deep into young Yoko's arm before CCG showed and put it down. The eldest sister at the time, Namari Hikari age 20, became head of the household until all three eventually grew up and moved out. Somewhere along here, Yoko got herself a baby red panda who she named Riichi. Namari became a professor at a university while her other sister entered the academy two years earlier than Yoko and was killed on the job before Yoko could join her.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai watched Chou search through some drawers, but for what he didn't know. He lifted the bag he had been carrying with him of his shoulder and started searching through it for something to to wear, but before he found something Ishin stood right before him and Akurai jumped backwards. Chills ran down his spine, this guy really needed to stop showing up like this "Would it kill you to make a sound Ishin?" but he really did not expect an answer. So it was clothes she was searching for "G..guys I have a bag filled with clothes... right here" he pointed down right beside his feet. The next request Ishin came with was a bit harder. "I'll try my best" and as Akurai closed his eyes the thick ribbons grew out of his back and wrapped themselves around his arms, torso and neck. "It works like armor, it coils itself around parts of me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria "Quite well, thank you," Luca answered with a brief smile as his eyes fled back to the papers in front of Yuuma. "That's an interesting way to define our relationship," the younger investigator said, glancing up at Yuuma with another quick smile. Once the files were pushed to his side, his hands slowly went to grab them. He flicked his wrist to shake the papers and straighten them out before starting to browse. He would nod from time to time to show that he was listening, and he was. It was indeed true that they only outranked people who didn't come from the academy, but they'd have to show their worth somehow. What better way than that to bring a good few aggressive ghouls to their ends. The clapping of his hands were muffled by the paper and file shutting between them. "I think we'll get several chances to learn more about one another. It looks like we can start getting acquainted tonight, if you want to request the case right away," Luca answered, smiling as he leaned his back against the chair. "It's awfully fresh though. A good, ripe mystery."</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma gave another smirk, knowing exactly what Luca was talking about. Fresh was right -- the Bureau Investigators who had undoubtedly been dispatched to gather data likely hadn't even reached the scene yet. "I'm glad we both want to get into it immediately. I'll make the call." A moment later, he had his cell to his ear, put on hold after making his request. It didn't take long for him to hear the secretary's voice again. "You've been given jurisdiction over the crime scene, and are to head there immediately," she said simply, to the point. "At the moment, there are too many questions surrounding the event, but once we have more information, you two will be among the first considered to be assigned to any ghouls involved." Yuuma gave a quick thumbs up to Luca as he responded to her. "Excellent, thank you." Hanging up, the older boy motioned to Luca to follow him. "We gotta go, before bodies start rotting." As the two quickly made their way out of CCG Headquarters, Yuuma explained he had been told -- that they hadn't actually been assigned anything, but that what they had was a start. --- Targa Household Police surrounded the home, not many of them actually doing anything other than standing around. One of them, an older man, noticed the duo approaching, and stepped towards them. Not interested in wasting time, Yuuma simply showed his badge and the papers that proved him and Luca to now be in charge, and the two were quickly granted access. As they stepped into the house, Yuuma's serious expression remained unchanged from the sight and smell. He simply looked around, studying, mentally picking up anything he could. He did offer a comment, though. "Looks like some fun was had." Despite the positive-sounding comment, his brow furrowed. There were four Bureau Investigators present. Two held cameras, snapping pictures non-stop, gingerly stepping around the gore that surrounded them. The two others gathered samples from every pool of blood, every limb, and every unidentifiable piece of flesh. They paid little mind to the two young Ghoul Investigators. That was fine; they knew what they had to do, and they were doing it. "So there's three dead," Yuuma said, partially to Luca. "One woman, one man, and... that." He pointed to the largest pool of blood, bones with little flesh hanging onto them bathing in it. Mind working, he called one of the cameramen over. "You. How many people lived in this house?" The boy, who barely seemed to be 18, acted all flustered. "Uh, I-I have no idea, s-sir!" "Go find out," Yuuma ordered, taking the camera and motioning the boy out of the house. He continued taking pictures in his place. "Obviously a ghoul involved here," he said, glancing at Luca. "Just need to figure out what happened, why, and who."</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi jumped roof by roof, with only one thing in her mind. To hunt. With her pink mask on, she looked feral and more like an animal with each jump. Most of her face wasn't visible through her mask, but she wore a gigantic grin in her mouth while she sniffed like crazy for something, anything that could serve as her prey for the night. But of course, not everything is as easy as that. She suddenly came to a stop and observed a single person strolling about a dark alley, and she actually tried to make her grin bigger, but she was unable to. She was already smiling from ear to ear. Her kagune creeped out of her back, a pair of grotesque looking spider legs. She squatted down, ready to leap at the human right below herself. It seemed he was taking a shortcut towards his home, but if that was the case, then how unlucky for him to have been caught in Izumi's thread. "Itadakimasu!" Her muscles tensed and she almost leapt towards him from the top of the rooftop. Only to have her ears assaulted by a sharp neigh of a horse. It was unnatural, sharp and loud, some of the windows even shook because of it, seemingly about to break. Izumi crawled into a ball while trying to cover her ears. It might not have been so excruciating for anyone inside a building, or to a normal human, but to her, a ghoul and someone who was relatively near the source of the sound, it was really bad on her ears. "W-What? What the hell was that?" She peeked over the roof of the building, just to see her prey gone and a horse racing by. "Knight... you son of a bitch, at least warn people when you do shit like this." The ghoul, Knight, attracted all sorts of attention to him, now that he was so shamelessly racing by the streets while there were quite a few people in the street, as well as having his kagune out, fluttering much like a cape would. After a while, he finally found himself in the center of a crowded street, filled with shops of electronics. He looked around, until he finally found one of the cameras, which was focused on him. He climbed down from his horse and looked directly at the camera, and nodded. The image in every TV of the 8th ward was suddenly changed to an image of Knight standing between the crowds, while many looked at him, confused as to what was happening. "CCG! I know that you are onto me. As a ghoul, it is only obvious that you'll come after me. However, as the Knight I want to represent, I will not allow myself to bested by the likes of you, who use dirty tricks against us." Knight then turned his kagune into the spear he uses most of the time, and turns around to stab one of the onlookers. Many were taking photos, thinking it was some kind of elaborate prank, but as soon as they saw Knight's kagune piercing the victim's stomach, many ran. Knight threw the body elsewhere after that. "Cannibal Corpse.... I hope you are watching this. Come fight me here, alone with your partner, and I will also fight as cleanly as I am allowed. If you don't..." With bestial speed, he rushed to one of the other onlookers who were trying to escape and also pierced his chest. "This happens." He threw the body away again, and he started searching for anyone else that might have not escaped in time from his rampage. Asuya Already in his way to the night club Hikari was in, Asuya was attentavily watching his phone while driving, searching through the cameras to see if any of them caught something interesting. Much ot his dismay, they did. A transmission from Knight, the ghoul he just had put Matsuoka unto. It was bad, because, if they already knew of the orders he issued, then there was either someone on their side giving away information, or Checkmate was so much of a hacker that they were actually able to break through the CCG's security. Both were equally worrying. He listened attentively to what Knight had to say, before concluding that he should really leave it in Matsuoka's hands. Besides, Asuya had his own problems to worry about. After a while, he finally arrived to the Dark Nights and started honking for Hikari to hurry it up. "Hey! Hikari, hurry it up! We ain't got all day!" He shouted. He suddenly felt lots of deathly glares directed at him too. One way or the other, he knew why those stares were directed at him. The most probable case was that he was seen as the 8th ward most paranoid and irritating head ever, and that they were all ghouls. The other one was that they were envious of his incredible good looks. He wanted to entertain the latter, since it'd be way too troublesome to eb caught in the middle of a ghoul storm.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Leaving CCG HQ Luca's smile grew as he got the signal from Yuuma that they had gotten the green light. "We're off 'en, hm?" He got to his feet with a stupid grin on his face. A nice mystery was always a good way to end the day. Especially one as unhindered as this one. There would be no trickery; all would be put in front of them as they were on the same night! Targa Household "Strange... Only one of them was actually eaten," he said, walking over to the woman lacking a lot of flesh and some limbs and kneeling beside her to take a closer look, though it didn't give him much more information. He turned his head to Yuuma. "Well... Completely, I mean." The boy cleared his throat as he got back to his feet. "We should do an RC count on their blood, to make sure who's what. We should take a look around the apartment too. If we've got any luck, there'll be more than just what we see in this room." It still bothered him. Sure, one of the victims was torn apart and eaten but the body wasn't fully devoured, not to mention the man who was simply killed. And the mystery victim... Pondering on the events that might've unfolded, Luca found himself looking through the rooms. At the third door he opened, he came to a sight for sore eyes. Blood. It wasn't too much but there was some blood and clothes on the shower's floor. "Yuuma! I think I might've found something!" Now this was nice. The blood had probably sunk into the clothes. From them, they could even see what kind of a person they belonged to. Height, size, and maybe gender... There might've been more somewhere in the house, if they were lucky. Once we do a sweep in here, we might get some DNA. This looks like it's gonna be fun...</s>	<\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Yoko listened as ths guy, Ishin Kuhaku, started talking. Yoko felt she got an odd reaction from the guy when she pushed her CCG skit. Not that she had a reason to think he was a ghoul, but sometimes in sketchy situations it helps to test the waters. She didn't think he was a ghoul, maybe he was just a bit awkward sounding to her as he was the head of the night club? Then there was the whole deal with the wanting of ghoul masks. She supposed there were different levels of agents just as there were clean cops and dirty cops, but handing over masks as a ghoul investigator didn't seem too professional in her opinion. Either way, she decided to put this feeling deep in the back of her mind. There was something there inside her that made that encounter a bit awkward, hopefully not for him as well. Asuya's car pulled up not long after Ishin finally left her. He was loud, honking and yelling at Yoko to go ahead and hurry it up to which she just rolled her eyes. She didn't care that he was mad at her nor that the people were starring them. Yoko just quietly got in the car and signaled to Asuya a quick 'hello,' and 'lets go.' "So, what's going on? We didn't have much time on the phone to speak, but I'm sure something's up for you of all people to pick me up." She pulled down the visor and opened the up the mirror as she took out her contacts and sealed them away in her bag. They were near invisible to begin with and served no actual function, but they were starting to give her a headache just as her migraine started going down.</s>
<\|description\|>Matsuoka Yuuka Dove Character Sheet Nicknames: Cannibal Corpse Age: 35 Gender: Female Rank: Special Investigator Yuuka is a special case. Like some high-ranking Investigators like Kureo Mado, she possesses and uses multiple Quinque in battle. What makes her special is how she uses them. After a long career of throwing herself recklessly into battle against high-ranking Ghouls with little concern to her own life, Yuuka has lost a lot of things. Her arms, a segment of her jaw and a few of her teeth, the left half of her face, and everything below the waist. To compensate for this, she uses specially-made Quinque as replacement limbs. Appearing as prosthetics when not in use, she carries them literally on her person at all times instead of in a bag or suitcase, allowing her to blend in more naturally in areas where there are Ghouls. They include: -Right Arm "Migi" (Rinkaku): A tail-like appendage with many leg-like cilia that ends in a poisonous pincer like an insect. The tail's appearance most strongly resembles the spider-tailed horned viper, and it can expand and contract, giving her arm a longer range of movement (at the cost of opposable thumbs while in use). Pictured here in its inert form. -Left Arm "Hidari" (Koukaku): A giant, club-like arm that's in gross misproportion to the rest of her body. It can be used to shield her and has a powerful punch, and when cocked back it can be fired like a pile-driver in an attack with a slow windup but a devastating finisher, capable of obliterating cars and mortally wounding most Ghouls. -Lower Body "Hara" (Bikaku): Her legs have been harvested from a single Ghoul and take the form of raptor-like insectoid legs that have a powerful kick and can run and jump at incredible speeds. Her maximum jumping height is 240 meters and she can run at 370 kilometres per hour, roughly one-third of mach speed and faster than the human eye can follow. This allows her to keep up with the fastest S and SS-rank Ghouls without an Arata, pursue prey across the city and over extreme vertical obstacles, and even dodge bullets to some limited capacity, much like A and S-rank Ghouls. Pictured here in their inert form. -Face "Me" (Ukaku): A flesh-like covering that hides the left half of her face that was clawed off by a Ghoul, it is easily mistakable for a burn mark, but when it unfolds it becomes six small, featherlike wings capable of firing crystallized Rc cell bullets at high-velocity. Or in other words, a Quinque gun. Like ukaku Ghouls, it has limited stamina and thus limited ammunition, although its exhaustion affects Yuuka little. Therefore she uses it sparingly as a trump card when backed into a corner. Due to the way her prosthetics are designed (and due to the way prosthetics work in general), her nerves must directly interact with the Rc cells in her new limbs in order to control them, meaning she is directly interfacing with Ghoul flesh when using her Quinque. The more of her limbs' powers she uses, the more violent and irrational she becomes, attacking friend and foe without thinking and even losing control of her limbs. The longer and/or harder she fights, the more feral and Ghoul-like she becomes. Whether this is her limbs having an effect on her body and mind or just the result of adrenaline mixing with painkillers and antidepressants is unclear. Gentle and matronly, with hints of a bottle fairy, Yuuka occupies a curious space between big sister and team mom. She genuinely cares for her subordinates, and doesn't seem to mind that other investigators mock and fear her. Overall she's a hard-working and kind-hearted person who likes to have fun with her subordinates, but when in battle her personality changes completely. She has developed an acute bloodlust towards Ghouls and will attack them viciously without stopping, often continuing long after they are dead. Her behavior towards Ghouls can only be called sadistic and uncaring, thinking little of human traits like civility and empathy and reverting to primal, animalistic fight or flight mechanisms. She doesn't understand what's wrong with this, as she thinks of Ghouls as bestial sub-humans who are not merely evil but monstrous in their thinking and who must be destroyed, like putting down a feral animal. To her, one species must prevail as the rules of nature dictate, so there is nothing wrong with exterminating Ghouls with extreme prejudice. Yuuka graduated from the CCG Academy at age 20, and was immediately partnered with the man she would later marry, 1st-class Investigator Matsuoka Kenji. The two developed an extremely close bond, and soon began dating. Before long, they were married, with a child on the way. Yuuka worked hard for the sake of her husband and her newly born child, rising through the ranks quickly to become a 1st-class Investigator just like her husband. Together, they took down a record-breaking number of Ghouls, going undefeated and suffering minimal losses for three straight years. That winning streak finally came to an end during a standoff with an S-class Ghoul that crippled Kenji at the cost of its own life. Battered and broken, the victorious couple were separated after Kenji was demoted due to his injury, which prevented him from working in the field. It was this separation that ultimately proved fatal. The CCG had suspected the Ghoul they'd taken down had actually been part of a much larger gang, perhaps even an organization like Aogiri Tree, and in the end they were right. Other members of the group caught Kenji off-hours and without his Quinque, and tortured him for hours before Yuuka and the CCG managed to rescue him. By that time he was mortally wounded and close to dead, a barely recognizable lump of meat, but he still had enough life left in him to warn his grieving wife about the danger that was still to come. He'd overheard some of the Ghouls talking about searching their house. Concerned for their child's safety, Yuuka rushed home, only to be met with the gruesome sight of a Ghoul devouring her three year old son in much the same way a human would dig into a cut of veal. It was this that finally made Yuuka snap. She attacked the Ghoul, breaking all of his limbs and slowly torturing him to death until the CCG finally arrived at the house and restrained her. Since then she has become an even higher-ranking investigator, and years of throwing herself near-suicidally into fights with Ghouls has begun to show. She has lost her arms, parts of her face, and the entire lower half of her body. In an unorthodox decision, she has decided to replace each of her missing parts with Quinque collected from Ghouls she's killed, making her a truly unique Ghoul-killing machine. Recently she's been partnered with the newbie investigator Hisoka. Because of her limbs and the disturbing way she fights, other investigators fear and loathe her and refer to her by her Ghoul-given nickname "Cannibal Corpse" behind her back. While the CCG's best physicians assure her that mingling her flesh with that of a Ghoul in such a minimally invasive way won't result in the kind of hybridization that creates one-eyed Ghouls and that this increasingly violent behavior is all in her head, it has done little to dissuade other investigators from mocking and belittling her as a race traitor and a half-breed. Her nickname, "Cannibal Corpse", is a combination name that refers to how she obsessively cannibalizes Ghouls so she can make new Quinque, and how she should by all rights be a corpse after all the wounds she's received. Hence "Cannibal Corpse", a half-dead scavenger who's more Ghoul than human.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa He could smell it even before he opened the door, the smell of blood and human flesh. He could feel his stomach growl out and his mouth watered just thinking about it, it had been almost 3 weeks since he had gotten anything to eat and it was really pushing his limits. He had had to deal with slight headaches and a lust to just eat anyone that passed him by, but he was trained better. The door opened just slightly the smell became greater, overpowering even and his mind ran wild with ideas of what kind of feast they had prepared to him. Smiling from er to ear he entered the house. "I'm h-" His voice cut of and he felt ever part of his being freeze to ice as he tried to accept the sight laid out in front of him. Almost everything was red and what wasn't was upside down or broken. His eyes traveled around the room and soon found half an arm resting on top of a dresser. The rest of the upper body was lazily thrown just beside it, while his mothers other half currently in the hands and jaws of a mad man. His dad was struggling to breath as the blood entered his lungs, effectively drowning him in his on blood. Akurai could see his dad's body twitch a few final times before it as his mothers laid there lifeless. His normally calm appearance broke apart as anger and rage consumed him. His eyes flashed into a mix of black and red before turning into slits. Hands turned into fists and he could feel something just below his skin itch to break free."Why ?" His voice on the brink of breaking, but still clearly audible "Why !?!?"with that he lost the last piece of restraint he had. The two long green ribbons shot out of his back and wrapped themselves around the boy as he leaped towards the man dinning on his mothers inner thigh, pushing him to the ground and letting the leg role away. As his heart was still breaking he started to punch and punch and punch....and punch until the being below him looked more like mud then a person.</s> <\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Another dollar, another day at the office. Today was another day Yoko would swear she was only here for the money. Not that it was particularly bad by any extent, but the day was filled with meetings after meetings on the progression and security here within the 8th ward that it sorta just droned by without any goal or success. Talk was circulating about cracking down on some of the lesser known, hit or miss, ghoul bases; as well as where the influx of graduates were going to end up and under who's supervision. Personally, she didn't care. The last of the meetings were just dismissed and she was done with required work until the start of the next week. Yoko couldn't wait to get home and see her darling Riichi, who was in the prime of his life, and maybe hit a few of the clubs and attractions scattered around town. She just had to lock up her office for the day and she'd be off. "Pardon me, sir," one of the office rats sputtered after bumping into her and going off on his merry way. Yoko soft-spokenly cursed at her small breasts. This was an issue that normally wouldn't have bothered her if it wasn't as long of a day as it has been. She had about had it with this office, when lo and behold, she opened her door and found another work file sitting on her desk with her name on it. She reluctantly packed the file with the rest of her belongings, to be read at another place, another time, and made her way home after locking up. What was in that file could be saved for tomorrow and hopefully wouldn't require another trip to the office. Now was the time to sit back and relax, at least a couple of hours before getting home to Riichi. Dark Nights was the point of interest right now for her. Though she has yet to actually go inside, she has heard positive things about it and has seen its rise in popularity. It was pretty lively by the time she arrived, a bit too much probably for the long day she's had. Nevertheless she found her way inside, grabbing whatever source of alcohol there was that was relativity cheep, and unwinding as fast as humanly possible.</s>	<\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters, Eighth Ward Yuuka sat on top of a cafeteria table with her legs crossed, in as much as you could call what she was doing with her freakish raptor legs "crossing them". She absentmindedly spun an empty cup of pudding around her black metal finger, not thinking of much in particular. At the edge of her hearing she could pick up some people talking about her, throwing around the usual accusations. "Freak", "pervert", "race traitor". It was nothing she hadn't heard before, so she chose to ignore it. Come to think of it, she thought as she spun the empty pudding cup around and around, wasn't she supposed to meet her new partner today? She'd been assigned one of the newbies after Koizumi-kun decided he didn't feel safe working with her anymore. Which she didn't get. How many Ghouls had she killed? Dozens? Hundreds maybe at this point? She was the safest person to be with in the middle of a Ghoul attack! She spun the cup with calculated force, and it landed perfectly in the trashcan ten feet away. She picked up her plastic-wrapped sandwich. In any case, this marked the fifth partner she'd lost. The rest had all either quit or asked to be reassigned. That part she understood perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most popular person in the CCG. Yuuka felt something wet hit the back of her head. Someone had thrown a cup of instant noodles at her. She picked some of the wet, floppy noodles out of her hair and then looked around for the perpetrator. Two CCG agents stood around snickering near the exit. She smiled, and waved at them. "Thanks for the noodles, guys! I was thinking I could use a hot dish to go with this sandwich!" The two panicked and ran. Were they honestly that surprised they'd been spotted when they'd done such a poor job of concealing their malicious intent? In any case, she didn't hold it against them. As long as she could kill Ghouls, she was fine. She took a sip from her cup of coffee house coffee, noodles still dangling out of her hair. Still, she hoped she would get along with her new partner this time. It might be nice having her own little newbie to mentor, to mold in her own image. Who knows, could be fun.</s>
<\|description\|>Matsuoka Yuuka Dove Character Sheet Nicknames: Cannibal Corpse Age: 35 Gender: Female Rank: Special Investigator Yuuka is a special case. Like some high-ranking Investigators like Kureo Mado, she possesses and uses multiple Quinque in battle. What makes her special is how she uses them. After a long career of throwing herself recklessly into battle against high-ranking Ghouls with little concern to her own life, Yuuka has lost a lot of things. Her arms, a segment of her jaw and a few of her teeth, the left half of her face, and everything below the waist. To compensate for this, she uses specially-made Quinque as replacement limbs. Appearing as prosthetics when not in use, she carries them literally on her person at all times instead of in a bag or suitcase, allowing her to blend in more naturally in areas where there are Ghouls. They include: -Right Arm "Migi" (Rinkaku): A tail-like appendage with many leg-like cilia that ends in a poisonous pincer like an insect. The tail's appearance most strongly resembles the spider-tailed horned viper, and it can expand and contract, giving her arm a longer range of movement (at the cost of opposable thumbs while in use). Pictured here in its inert form. -Left Arm "Hidari" (Koukaku): A giant, club-like arm that's in gross misproportion to the rest of her body. It can be used to shield her and has a powerful punch, and when cocked back it can be fired like a pile-driver in an attack with a slow windup but a devastating finisher, capable of obliterating cars and mortally wounding most Ghouls. -Lower Body "Hara" (Bikaku): Her legs have been harvested from a single Ghoul and take the form of raptor-like insectoid legs that have a powerful kick and can run and jump at incredible speeds. Her maximum jumping height is 240 meters and she can run at 370 kilometres per hour, roughly one-third of mach speed and faster than the human eye can follow. This allows her to keep up with the fastest S and SS-rank Ghouls without an Arata, pursue prey across the city and over extreme vertical obstacles, and even dodge bullets to some limited capacity, much like A and S-rank Ghouls. Pictured here in their inert form. -Face "Me" (Ukaku): A flesh-like covering that hides the left half of her face that was clawed off by a Ghoul, it is easily mistakable for a burn mark, but when it unfolds it becomes six small, featherlike wings capable of firing crystallized Rc cell bullets at high-velocity. Or in other words, a Quinque gun. Like ukaku Ghouls, it has limited stamina and thus limited ammunition, although its exhaustion affects Yuuka little. Therefore she uses it sparingly as a trump card when backed into a corner. Due to the way her prosthetics are designed (and due to the way prosthetics work in general), her nerves must directly interact with the Rc cells in her new limbs in order to control them, meaning she is directly interfacing with Ghoul flesh when using her Quinque. The more of her limbs' powers she uses, the more violent and irrational she becomes, attacking friend and foe without thinking and even losing control of her limbs. The longer and/or harder she fights, the more feral and Ghoul-like she becomes. Whether this is her limbs having an effect on her body and mind or just the result of adrenaline mixing with painkillers and antidepressants is unclear. Gentle and matronly, with hints of a bottle fairy, Yuuka occupies a curious space between big sister and team mom. She genuinely cares for her subordinates, and doesn't seem to mind that other investigators mock and fear her. Overall she's a hard-working and kind-hearted person who likes to have fun with her subordinates, but when in battle her personality changes completely. She has developed an acute bloodlust towards Ghouls and will attack them viciously without stopping, often continuing long after they are dead. Her behavior towards Ghouls can only be called sadistic and uncaring, thinking little of human traits like civility and empathy and reverting to primal, animalistic fight or flight mechanisms. She doesn't understand what's wrong with this, as she thinks of Ghouls as bestial sub-humans who are not merely evil but monstrous in their thinking and who must be destroyed, like putting down a feral animal. To her, one species must prevail as the rules of nature dictate, so there is nothing wrong with exterminating Ghouls with extreme prejudice. Yuuka graduated from the CCG Academy at age 20, and was immediately partnered with the man she would later marry, 1st-class Investigator Matsuoka Kenji. The two developed an extremely close bond, and soon began dating. Before long, they were married, with a child on the way. Yuuka worked hard for the sake of her husband and her newly born child, rising through the ranks quickly to become a 1st-class Investigator just like her husband. Together, they took down a record-breaking number of Ghouls, going undefeated and suffering minimal losses for three straight years. That winning streak finally came to an end during a standoff with an S-class Ghoul that crippled Kenji at the cost of its own life. Battered and broken, the victorious couple were separated after Kenji was demoted due to his injury, which prevented him from working in the field. It was this separation that ultimately proved fatal. The CCG had suspected the Ghoul they'd taken down had actually been part of a much larger gang, perhaps even an organization like Aogiri Tree, and in the end they were right. Other members of the group caught Kenji off-hours and without his Quinque, and tortured him for hours before Yuuka and the CCG managed to rescue him. By that time he was mortally wounded and close to dead, a barely recognizable lump of meat, but he still had enough life left in him to warn his grieving wife about the danger that was still to come. He'd overheard some of the Ghouls talking about searching their house. Concerned for their child's safety, Yuuka rushed home, only to be met with the gruesome sight of a Ghoul devouring her three year old son in much the same way a human would dig into a cut of veal. It was this that finally made Yuuka snap. She attacked the Ghoul, breaking all of his limbs and slowly torturing him to death until the CCG finally arrived at the house and restrained her. Since then she has become an even higher-ranking investigator, and years of throwing herself near-suicidally into fights with Ghouls has begun to show. She has lost her arms, parts of her face, and the entire lower half of her body. In an unorthodox decision, she has decided to replace each of her missing parts with Quinque collected from Ghouls she's killed, making her a truly unique Ghoul-killing machine. Recently she's been partnered with the newbie investigator Hisoka. Because of her limbs and the disturbing way she fights, other investigators fear and loathe her and refer to her by her Ghoul-given nickname "Cannibal Corpse" behind her back. While the CCG's best physicians assure her that mingling her flesh with that of a Ghoul in such a minimally invasive way won't result in the kind of hybridization that creates one-eyed Ghouls and that this increasingly violent behavior is all in her head, it has done little to dissuade other investigators from mocking and belittling her as a race traitor and a half-breed. Her nickname, "Cannibal Corpse", is a combination name that refers to how she obsessively cannibalizes Ghouls so she can make new Quinque, and how she should by all rights be a corpse after all the wounds she's received. Hence "Cannibal Corpse", a half-dead scavenger who's more Ghoul than human.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Using what little strength he had left Akurai managed to lift himself of the bludgeoned man just to take two steps and break down next to his father's body. "Come on now dad. Don't play like this, just... wake up. Please?» He knew it was useless, but something inside him just refused to accept the reality. Grabbing onto his father shoulders he shock him slightly, hoping and praying that it would somehow bring him back, but it was to no avail. Laying his father's body back down Aku felt the tears stream down his face as he could no longer deny the truth and as he did the rage and anger had subsided and was replaced by only sorrow. However another feeling from deep inside him also started to resurface, the feeling of hunger. The hunger had grown greater as he had used his remaining power. The headache he had had turn into the worst on he could remember, almost splitting his head in two. His body shivered and twitched as he tried to deny his instincts. "I can't, I won't"He repeated to himself as he felt his mouth water by the sight of flesh and blood. "I refuse to eat them" His stomach twisted and turned and Aku let out a groan of pain. Biting down on his lip he pushed himself away from his dad and into a corner. He sat there and felt his emotions and instincts play thug of war with him. His mouth watering while he himself bit down on his lip until he remembered something he could eat. Crawling out from the corner he made his way over to his pray, bloody hand prints stained the floor as he moved and soon he reached the puddle of a man. Reaching down into the bloody mess he felt substance and tor of a part of flesh. Holding it in front of his mouth he repeated "This or them, this or them" until he finally gathered the courage to bite down. However as soon as he felt the taste of the flesh he gagged and dropped the piece. Never had he tasted something so foul, something so disgusting and stomach turning. However only moments later he grabbed the piece back up and took another bite, this time managing to swallow some. The meal took a few hours as for every second piece he felt his whole system disagree with what he was forcing into it, but he kept it all down and kept forcing himself to eat more. "Last leg now" He said to himself as some sort of motivation to just get done, to just get this hell over with. Getting up Aku made his way to the shower. His body was numb and his face was emotionless, he was working on autopilot. His clothes made a splash as they hit the floor and as he stepped into the shower the water turned a crimson red. His knuckles stung as the water and soap ran down them and revealed the slight bruising and cuts the bludgeoning had led to. Stepping out of the shower he quickly dried himself, brushed his teeth and then found a bag. Going into his room he filled the bag with clothes and everything else essential. Down stairs he found the safe he knew was hidden in the wall and tried what he was sure was the code, but that didn't work. The ribbons shot out of his back and he ripped the safe to shreds and then quickly stuffed the money hidden inside into the bag. Making his way towards the door he stepped over the bodies littered around the living room and as he reached the door he turned and said "Thanks… thanks for everything" then he closed the door behind him, put on his hood and embarked into the dark .</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum. Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance. "No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..." As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."</s>	<\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" Yuuka was surprised to hear her name called and turned her head to face him. The boy standing in front of her was a real cutie. Looked foreign, brown and well-built, like a little mishka. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." This kid is the new recruit? He's not much older than Tatsumi would've been, if he... A noodle flopped freely and struck Yuuka right in her good eye, making her wince. Yuuka sighed and brushed the cup and the remaining noodles off of her head. "Sorry about that, there was a little thing with some other investigators and uh... anyway, it's unbecoming of me as an investigator to look so messy in front of my new partner. Feel free to chew me out later for my unprofessional behavior, Sergeant Hisoka sir!" she said, mock saluting. "So you're the newbie, huh? It's nice to meet you. My name's Yuuka. Matsuoka Yuuka, Special Investigator. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to call me." Yuuka held out her metal hand for Hisoka to shake.</s>
<\|description\|>Bakura Zatachi Ghoul Mask: Nicknames: World Eater Age: 22 Gender: Male Rank: S Kagune: Bakura's Kagune generally takes the shape of 8 harpoon like appendages, with serrated blades that form half way until the end, that come out around the lower area of his back. The color of the appendges is a hue of orange to red with a mixture of purple as well. Bakura is also capable of fusing the appendages to form different shapes, such as claws and etc. Bakura's unique skill with his Kagune is the ability to fuse to fuse a pair of the appendges into 4, thicker appendages that now form heads with only a pair of razor sharp teeth. These heads each usually have a mind of their own when his Kakugan is not activated but move to his whim when it is. He is also capable of feeding through these heads, rather than having to take off his mask. RC Type: Rinkaku Personality: Bakura generally comes off a cold and emotionless person, usually shown with his nearly dead eyes and cold attitude. Bakura usually puts up a gentle front with people who he doesn't hate, but yet he still keeps the dead, cold eyes even with the kind attitude. His views on life are rather bleak and he believes only through strength could you change anything. Biography: Bakura was born and mostly raised in the 6th Ward, being taught how to hunt and fight by his intimidating mother and how to blend in from his gentle father. However, he much preferred spending time with his mother rather than his father. He respected her more than his own father as a child. Eventually, his parents were hunted down by Doves, but he shedded no tears. The time spent with his mother toughened him in order to deal with death. She engraved the saying into his brain "Hunters are never immune to being hunted" As time passed, Bakura grew stronger and eventually became the leader of the 6th Ward as the Doves were preoccupied. He gained the nickname Stinger due to his stinger looking Kagune. But his reign was cut short when a Special Investigator and his associate attacked him in broad daylight and dealt major damage. They believed he had died, however he miraculously managed to survive thanks to the help of Meat, Meat, MEAT! From then on, he began to work at the store during day while working his own schedule during the night under a new alias, World Eater, due to his new ability.</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters, Eighth Ward Yuuka sat on top of a cafeteria table with her legs crossed, in as much as you could call what she was doing with her freakish raptor legs "crossing them". She absentmindedly spun an empty cup of pudding around her black metal finger, not thinking of much in particular. At the edge of her hearing she could pick up some people talking about her, throwing around the usual accusations. "Freak", "pervert", "race traitor". It was nothing she hadn't heard before, so she chose to ignore it. Come to think of it, she thought as she spun the empty pudding cup around and around, wasn't she supposed to meet her new partner today? She'd been assigned one of the newbies after Koizumi-kun decided he didn't feel safe working with her anymore. Which she didn't get. How many Ghouls had she killed? Dozens? Hundreds maybe at this point? She was the safest person to be with in the middle of a Ghoul attack! She spun the cup with calculated force, and it landed perfectly in the trashcan ten feet away. She picked up her plastic-wrapped sandwich. In any case, this marked the fifth partner she'd lost. The rest had all either quit or asked to be reassigned. That part she understood perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most popular person in the CCG. Yuuka felt something wet hit the back of her head. Someone had thrown a cup of instant noodles at her. She picked some of the wet, floppy noodles out of her hair and then looked around for the perpetrator. Two CCG agents stood around snickering near the exit. She smiled, and waved at them. "Thanks for the noodles, guys! I was thinking I could use a hot dish to go with this sandwich!" The two panicked and ran. Were they honestly that surprised they'd been spotted when they'd done such a poor job of concealing their malicious intent? In any case, she didn't hold it against them. As long as she could kill Ghouls, she was fine. She took a sip from her cup of coffee house coffee, noodles still dangling out of her hair. Still, she hoped she would get along with her new partner this time. It might be nice having her own little newbie to mentor, to mold in her own image. Who knows, could be fun.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin made a beeline for his usual way away from the Dining Hall. The open streets had vagrants and homeless milling about slowly. The Dining Hall was not set up in a very…family friendly…neighbourhood. Still…with people like Ishin walking around not many places were family friendly these days. Like his club. Which also doubled as his house. And a hunting ground. He smiled a little and hefted the black duffel bag up higher on his shoulder as he walked through the neighbourhood. The dim glow of the street lights gave him a direct path. Not that he needed those lights. He breathed in through his nose deeply. He was slightly hungry and the scent of human flesh filled his nostrils with a sweet aroma. He sighed gently, his body shuddering gently as he focused on going home more than feasting. Another shudder and his skin on his shoulder blades rippled. Black began to creep over his eyes. He bit his tongue. Coppery taste rushed over his palate and he was normal again. He sighed gently and continued. Pushing his way through the crowd, making himself known to the staff, Ishin found himself at Dark Nights. The pumping rhythm gave him shudders of another kind as he watched numerous women, ghouls and humans, grinding along to the music. He may have to join them later. He made his way up to his office and found Chou waiting at his door. "ahhh…Totsuka-chan" He smiled and looked at her clothes, spattered in dry blood "new clothes and a new place to stay I assume?" he said quickly before opening the door to his office and walking in. He dumped the duffel bag down, his mask quickly pulled from the bag and placed on his desk. Dropping down in to the comfortable leather he looked around the office. It was all modern designed, glass desk…leather couch and everything a nice onyx colour. He gestured to the couch "sit down, tell me what's up" he rubbed the back of his neck gently.</s>	<\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi The roars of men cheering reached and echoed throughout Bakura's room, the noise even rattling some objects in the room. None of that mattered. The previous match had obviously riled up the Dining Hall. All he focused on was his heavy breathing as he glared at his hands that were twitching. He could hear the faint voice of the announcer "And now for the next show! On the right, we have one of your favorites and a classic show to watch! The Ghoul who's brutality knows no bounds! Who's strength knows no might! The S Class Ghoul...Rhino!!" The crowed roared in unison as a massive man in a gray suit walked out into the light. He raised his arms and roared, further hyping the people up. He wore a steel mask with a single giant horn. "And on the left, we have a mysterious newcomer! The man who will make an exhilarating debut against mighty Rhino, the unclassified Ghoul World Eater!!" The spectator's chuckled and talked down on Bakura "Hahaha poor fool. To have to face an S Class Ghoul right off the bat" "Its as if he wants him to die" "Look at that, he's not even coming out" "We should be betting on how quickly he dies rather than who dies" They all laughed, self absorbed in the atmosphere. However, the spectators began to become annoyed that the challenger had yet to shown himself "What is this?! Where is he!?" At that moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the room. All eyes turned as Bakura, now dressed as World Eater, walked out into the open from his room. His intense glare was set on one man as he ignored the rest, his prey Rhino. He calmly walked to the stage, leaping up to the platform and glaring up into Rhino's eyes. Rhino chuckled. "You think you can take me puny man?!" He grinned behind his mask, his eyes filling bloodlust as they shifted into black and red. He raised his arms and slammed them downwards towards Bakura. Rhino didn't want to bother showing his Kagune. He wanted to save that excitement for the next show. However, instead of blood and chunks of meat, Rhino only crushed the concrete where Bakura was at. Before being able to react, Bakura had leapt into the air and send a powerful elbow to the top of the man's head. It wasn't enough to take him out though, instead only angered him. Rhino thrashed his head around, hitting Bakura in the stomach with the pointed horn. Luckily, his body was easily capable of withstanding that kind of attack. "That actually hurt. I wanted to save this but you pissed me off" Rhino said, his eyes shaking with rage. From his back, he activated his Koukaku Kagune. It surrounded his entire right arm in a giant Rhino looking gray horn. With surprising speeds, Rhino swung his massive Kagune and hit Bakura square on his side. Bakura barely managed to soften the blow, but at the cost of his left arm being completely broken. Bakura was sent spiraling and skidding across the ground, crashing into the wall. The crowd roared in excitement, yelling Rhino's name like some type of cult chant. Bakura got up, blood dripping down his left arm and out of his mouth. He could already tell he wouldn't be able to use his left arm for the rest of the fight. By that only excited him further. "My turn" Bakura's eyes quickly shifted into a mix of black and red, his 8 harpoon like appendages sprouting from his lower back. Bakura ran towards Rhino with incredible speeds, far too fast for Rhino to keep up with. But before reaching him, Bakura skidded to slow down as he fired 4 of his appendages like rockets at Rhino's limbs. Rhino swung his Kagune to smack them away, however they quickly changed course to evade his slower Kagune and dug into his chest. Bakura quickly followed up by pulling himself in, landing on the surprised Rhino's giant chest. "W-what" Bakura's other 4 appendages wrapped around Rhino's Kagune and began to tightly squeeze it. "the fuck are you" Bakura grinned, opening his mouth wide as his gas mask snapped open to reveal his salivating mouth. Without hesitating, Bakura quickly took a large piece out of Rhino's shoulder where his Kagune was at. Rhino roared in agony and rage, the pain sending him into a berserk like state. He swung his Kagune with all his might, hitting Bakura's wide open ribs due to him feasting on Rhino's shoulder. Bakura gritted his teeth as he was sent flying into the cages' opposite side, blood splurging out of his mouth as he made contact with them and fell. Rhino was heavily panting, grabbing his wound with his free hand. "I've seen my fair share of crazies. But that look in your eyes, I can't let you live" He began to walk towards Bakura, raising his Kagune to deliver the final blow. "Must eat....must eat....must....EAT" Bakura's Kagune straightened out and rose into the air, its beauty captivating the spectators and even Rhino. However, that wasn't the only thing they were drawn to. The appendages began to look as if they were morphing or fusing, the spectators watching in shock and amusement. They appendages shifted shape once they had fused, now into the shape of four vicious looking heads with razor sharp teeth. Bakura quickly raised his head to look at Rhino, his eyes on the verge on insanity. One of the heads took a bite of Rhino's ankle, causing him to yell. Bakura pulled himself towards Rhino with the head as he skidded towards Rhino. Rhino, in a state of panic raised Kagune to send it downwards at Bakura. Instead, that was his own downfall. Leaving himself wide open, Bakura sent another head to take a giant bite right at his armpit reaching up his shoulder. Rhino was unable to move his Kagune now due to the head who refused to let go of his flesh. All he could do was watch as his inevitable death came. Bakura sent his other heads to bite Rhino's other arm and leg as Bakura pulled himself to Rhino's neck. A wide grin was on Bakura's face "Dinner tastes best when doused in fear" He took a large bite out of Rhino's neck, tearing off the flesh from his bones. Rhino dropped to his knees, blood pouring out the gaping hole in his throat. His last sight was Bakura's deranged eyes with his Kagune behind him, as if they were laughing at him. THUD His body dropped, dying. But it wasn't over, not for Bakura atleast. He flipped Rhino over and began to feed on his Kagune and Kakuhou. The crowd watched in silence as the sound of crunching and chewing echoed in the room. "....." A spectator began to clap, as another began to follow, and another. Soon the whole room was standing on their feet as they cheered "World Eater". None of that mattered though, Bakura only wanted to eat after all. He stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth as his eyes returned to their usual cold expression. He limped away from the ring and back into his room, hoping to escape through the back undetected.</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum. Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance. "No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..." As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" Yuuka was surprised to hear her name called and turned her head to face him. The boy standing in front of her was a real cutie. Looked foreign, brown and well-built, like a little mishka. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." This kid is the new recruit? He's not much older than Tatsumi would've been, if he... A noodle flopped freely and struck Yuuka right in her good eye, making her wince. Yuuka sighed and brushed the cup and the remaining noodles off of her head. "Sorry about that, there was a little thing with some other investigators and uh... anyway, it's unbecoming of me as an investigator to look so messy in front of my new partner. Feel free to chew me out later for my unprofessional behavior, Sergeant Hisoka sir!" she said, mock saluting. "So you're the newbie, huh? It's nice to meet you. My name's Yuuka. Matsuoka Yuuka, Special Investigator. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to call me." Yuuka held out her metal hand for Hisoka to shake.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! The relatively empty shop stood in the dark with its yellow lights standing out without a sound coming from the inside. In the kitchen, a young worker was in the kitchen, seated on a stool with his earphones on, bent over the marble table with all sorts of ingredients, silverware and spices pushed away to make room for a pencil case and notebook. Along with some scribbles around what seemed like math questions, there were some small writings that were actually related to the topic. The boy tapped on the table with the back of his pencil, simply staring at the sheet of paper in front of him. His free hand went to look for the cup of coffee he'd poured earlier. Once he realized that he couldn't find it, he raised his head to look forward emptily. After a few seconds, the young man lazily got to his feet, tugging his earphones out and moving away to pour some coffee. Not every night was this boring for him, of course. Once every few weeks or sometimes even days, he'd spend a night out, getting a nice meal and taking a walk. It was like a ritual. He'd walk out, going down the street he lived on, look for anyone that might catch his eyes. If he found anyone, he'd give them stories, names, jobs... Trying to figure out what kind of people they were like. Sometimes he'd even approach them and even get to know who they were, inside out. But tonight was simple. Simple was good sometimes...</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Izumi Junpaku In the streets of District 8, Izumi Junpaku, better known for her monikeer of 'Hunter Spider' while wearing her mask, is destroying a single camera she ripped from the walls. With both of her kagunes, she wildly smashes it, until nothing is left. "Damn guy! who does he think he is, spying on us like this! This is just the law of the jungle! Let us feed on your corpse all ready!" After her little fit of rage, Izumi calmed down with a sigh. "One of these days, though." With that, she put her kagune back to where it belonged. Out of sight. It was bad enough that she felt angry after feeling that someone was watching her. "I could care less whether it is that guy from CCG or the so called "Checkmate", it pisses me off that they want to spy on me." The girl with the tiny frame left the alley she was in after smashing the camera to pieces, of course, not before taking her mask off. Outside, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She had left some of her human friends waiting for her in a coffee shop (thank god it was coffee shop), so she made her way there again. "Sorry to make you wait girls!" Izumi said while approaching the table, but when she got there, there was no one there anymore. "Wha? Where did these girls go? That's totally not cool, just leaving me hanging like that." Searching through her handbag, Izumi takes her cellphone and checks for any messages, and sure, there it was, a message saying they'd miss cram school if they did not hurry. "These girls... there's such a thing as manners. Well, what can you do." She blocked her phone and put it away in her handbag again with a sigh, that quickly turned into a smirk. "Well, I guess the hunting starts earlier today." Out of the coffee shop, she decided to go to the popular restaurant with the silly name, Meat, Meat, MEAT! Maybe they had some special request on something, maybe a shortage of meat, contrary to what one would think because of the name. She went by the back door and knocked, waiting for anyone to come greet her. "Heeey! It's me, Izumi Junpaku charity services! Is anyone there?" She said, playfully. CCG HQ Leader of CCG Ward 8, Asuya Futsuyo, made his way by the hall towards the cafeteria. He had in his hands his smartphone, with the screen completely darkened, at least, from an outsiders point of view. Someone was walking beside him, but Asuya quickly moved his phone out of the man's line of sight. "What? Did you lose something?" Asuya asks the young man walking beside him, who looks positevely surprised at Asuya being so defensive about that kind of thing. "U-Um, no? I was just wondering, can you even see your phone like that, sir? I mean, it is pitch dark from where I am standing!" The man says, while they both continue walking. Soon, the cafeteria is near their sights. Asuya opens it with one of his hands, with a smirk on his face as he is about to explain things to the new boy that was assigned as his underling. "Hmph, you are so behind in the world of security, my friend. This is a privacy screen protector. Shoulder surfers like you are rendered useless with this baby." Asuya says, feeling quite proud of himself. Before having a chance to reply, though, Asuya snatches away the papers he had been carrying until now. In front of Yuuka and Hisoka's table, Asuya slammed the pile of papers onto it. "Matsuoka, Araujo, glad to see you are already getting to know each other, and since this'll be your first day, I will be assigning an easy mission to the two of you. You are to go after the A rank, Knight. Of course, this mission is easy because of who your partner is. Don't screw up. And Matsuoka? Stop being so damn messy, won't you? Everything you damage is paid directly from MY paycheck." His subordinate could only think that the rumors of him being a true paranoid were true, as Asuya explained things to the pair. He then left, decided to hand other people their missions.</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo The Special Investigators antics were unexpected. In Hisoka's mind, the Special Class of investigators were these aloof entities who were completely dedicated to the role of Ghoul Investigator. While he could certainly see aspects of the latter point in her body alone, Special Class Matsuoka was not exactly as...distant as he was expecting. She saluted, and she let out the slightest of chuckles. "Matsuoka-san, if anyone has earned the right to be a little unprofessional in the cafeteria, it is the Special Class investigators." He reassured her, reaching out to take her metallic hand without pause or shock, giving it a firm shake. "I hope our partnership will be fruitful, Matsuoka-san. I hear you are quite skilled." He finally moved to sit down across from her, about to try and strike up some more conversation until a stack of papers came slamming down infront of them, obscuring short Hisoka's vision of his partner and drawing his attention to Asuya. Hisoka had yet to meet the head of 8th Wards CCG, as his transfer and assigning had been handled by 1st Ward HQ. This first meeting said a lot about the man, from appearance and tone alone. Asuya got the job done, by any means necessary. Also a bit paranoid. "Don't screw up." Asuya said. Hisoka would be lying if he said that did not annoy him somewhat - as a child who had only really excelled at his role, it was something he was not used to and something he would have to get used to. It was one thing to get lucky to kill a B Rating ghoul and impress your teachers at the academy, but it was another to go out as an Investigator and actively hunt ghouls. A reality which would become clear to him in the future, for sure. "Yes sir, we will handle it." Hisoka said with a slight nod, reaching out to start parsing through the piles of paper. One of the things taught at the Academy was dissection and digestion of appropriate information from stacks of paper like this and, like anything else involving ghouls, Hisoka had grown quite good at it - although with a poor start. When Asuya was a distance away, Hisoka spoke up. "He's odd." A polite way of saying 'I'm not sure if I'm a fan of him'.</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura roamed through the sewers, staggering and crashing into the walls as he walked aimlessly. He pulled off his mask, dry blood still around his mouth. He wiped it away before falling against a wall and slumping to his ass. He looked up at the roof of the sewers, the sound of rats squeaking and water dripping was all he could hear. "Like hell I'm gonna let myself die here" He staggered up, continuing to walk through the sewers. This time he knew where to go. Bakura had previously taken out numerous cameras at certain spots for him to use as passages between the sewers and the streets. He removed the manhole and climbed up the ladder with his one good arm, struggling the entire time and even falling down once. From there, he walked back to Meat! Meat! MEAT! everything seeming to be a blur. To the cameras, he would look like just every other drunk person while in reality he was a Ghoul in critical condition. He walked up the front door of the shop, hitting it open. The bell's chime rang through the room as Bakura entered, holding his broken left arm and still with his hood on. He lifted his head, blood and bruises all over his face. His eyes were cold as he looked at Edward "I...need some help" He collapsed forward, his snow white hair breaking out of its ponytail and flying out into the open. He thudded on the ground, only with enough strength to barely keep his consciousness.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin spun on his chair as Chou began to get changed. He placed his mask in his lap and looked over the metal surface. A few nicks and scratches marred the appearance of the stained glass section. He sighed gently. He really needed to finish his other mask, he spun around one of the walls that held a collection of masks. Fallen ghoul masks was his excuse to any and all CCG that walked into his office. He remembered one such meeting with the rumoured 'Race Traitor' Dove. That was sure an interesting encounter. He sympathised with her more that he disliked that Investigator. He knew full well how it was to be caught between two worlds. Every humane Ghoul knew the struggle. He allowed himself a brief smile after entertaining the idea of attempting to convince that Dove to fall from the lofty heights. He laughed gently to himself before looking to Chou "Yes, let's go." Ishin stood, throwing on his customary black trench coat and wrapping his neck in a crimson bandage. Mask in one hand, Chou's hand in the other, Ishin pushed through the crowds and out into the fresh air. People had entered the club and the line was now very thin. He could smell only a single human…and they were drunk. He could hear a gentle heartbeat. He sighed softly…drunk humans were the worst to have laying around. He looked at Chou "wait here." Making his way to the lain out form, he sighed. A passed out woman. He lifted her into his arms and made his way back to Chou and the bouncer "Put her up in the drunk tank" he said as he hefted her into the bouncer's arms. The bouncer nodded and left, allowing Ishin to walk back to Chou "apologies…" he grabbed her hand once more and walked out of sight of humans, down an alley near one of the taller buildings of the neighbourhood. Slipping on the plated metal helmet, his kagune ripped forward. Using his wings he looked up and shot into the air, landing in a crouch on the roof. His kagune settled back down and he looked out over the expanse of ward 8. Here were three large factions that held dominion over the Ward. His eyes shifted to the ghoul restaurant. An alliance between him and them was yet to be struck without some apprehension. His eyes then flicked to the monstrous eyesore that was CCG headquarters. He gave a short soft growl before looking around. The Hunt was on….</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai made his way through the ward and with every step he felt a bit more hopeless. It was only a question of time before someone would find his parents and the bloody mess on the floor and contact the cops or better yet the CCG. 19 years had passed in his life and not once had he hunted down a human for food, he had just eaten the scraps his dad managed to drag home. So now after 19 years of living undercover in safety everything was going to get blow because some asshole had to eat his parents."Congratulations Aku, your officially a murderer" but saying it only brought a small smile onto his face "Well... a ghoul murderer" The bag felt heavy after a while and he had to sit down somewhere. The bag was filled with every piece of clothing and every shred of cash he could find in the house so it being heavy was a given. He sank down at the corner of a small shop and just sat there and looked up at the sky, it looked so peaceful up there. "Is heaven a thing mom ?"</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Totsuka Chou Chou followed after Ishin, and hand in hand they walked through the crowd of people. As they made their way to the exit, the smell of a drunk human filled her nose, which was rather expected given their location. Chou tensed, but rather than step for the easy kill, Ishin told Chou to stand back. Idly standing, Chou picked at her dress as she wondered how anyone thought frills were ever a good idea to wear, looking up at the reappearance of her guardian. He smelled even more strongly of human, but she knew he didn't kill whatever drunkard he'd come across. It was too close to home, and too boring of an adventure. "Un," she nodded with affirmation as her hand reached for Ishin's hand, the two rising to the sky with the older ghoul's aid. Chou, despite her wings, couldn't fly, and scaling the walls- while easy- wouldve hindered Ishin's speed. So, she gratefully accepted the free ride, her hands slipping on her mask after he did. It was one of her own design, crudely coloured with a crayon she'd found in the streets. As her focus heightened with the placement of the mask, her nose twitched at the scent of blood- human. Her gaze wandered alongside Ishin's before pointing towards a lone figure leaning against a closed shop, unsuspecting. "There's one," she noted, excitement too great to stop her from dropping down, forgetting that Ishin was supposed to be making calls and that she was supposed to be hunting girls for her attire issues. Her kagune escaped from her back, shielding her fall by pushing her up and throwing her further over rooftops, her feet never touching the ground, stopping on the rooftop just before the boy as their eyes made contact. She stilled, wondering how he knew she was coming, frowning as the mix of human blood mixed with something more foul. Ghoul. Leaping down the final rooftop, she stepped in front of the blonde teen, her wings hovering intimidatingly before her. "No hunting here," she warned, "This isn't your hunting ground."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! As Edward got out of the kitchen carrying the menus, he raised his head to see what he first thought to be another late customer. It took him a moment to realize that it was his co-worker Bakura. After a couple of slow steps, the cook heard the faint plea for help, rushing over to his side. As Bakura's body fell, Edward kneeled by his side. He lifted the half-conscious young man and quickly set him on a secluded booth's seats. Pushing the swinging door, he rushed into the kitchen and ran his hand through some packages in the storage room. He grabbed one and made his way back to the room, grabbing the two menus that he'd dropped on the counter and carelessly tossing them at a table as he kept moving towards Bakura. Edward pushed the table aside and unwrapped the tip of the package, placing the open part right in front of the young man's mouth from which some condensed human flesh leaded. "Eat up. I'll pour you some coffee," the boy said quietly and walked over to the other two, waiting for their order.</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka chuckled. "You think he's weird? You're an investigator now, kid. Trust me, things are about to get a whole lot weirder. Now let's see what we've got here." Yuuka grabbed a pile of papers and began power-reading them, showing incredible focus unlike anything Hisoka had seen from her so far. When it came to Ghouls, Special Investigator Matsuoka was all business. "A-rank Knight, real name and/or other aliases unknown. Male, six foot four, other distinguishing characteristics unknown. Koukaku-user. Kagune takes the form of a black elongated spear which he wields riding atop a large black horse or motorcycle. Subject has proven evasive, most likely knows the locations of all the cameras in the city. I think we can infer an ambush. Our best bet is to lure him out of hiding so we can face him on equal footing. What do you think, 3rd rank investigator Hisoka?"</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo There were a few things about Knight which really stuck out to Hisoka, taking a few moments of silence to contemplate the information, ensuring what he was about to say was not utterly mad. "...A ghoul that owns both a horse and motorcycle and can afford to maintain them to the point of being able to shake pursuit. Properly looking after a horse in this climate can be anything from 170,000 yen upwards a year, and motorcycles are incredibly costly in their own right. We're looking for a person who is relatively comfortable, six foot, and possibly has an interest in Western History given their dedication to the role. Is there a blacksmith in either this District or the neighbouring ones?" It was verbal diarrhoea for the most part, but she did ask for his thoughts. Hisoka bit down on his thumb, more ideas coming to mind. It was difficult to know what exact year Knight became active, but a first recorded incident would be enough to work backwards from - enough to create a good assumption. "I think we should ambush the ambusher..." He started, looking up into the eyes of Yuuka. It appeared they were similar in some way, his red orbs carrying a completely different feeling than the kind, if confused, look that was in them before. "If we can start to figure out his identity, then we can catch him unaware in the middle of his cover life. More likely to bring him back in alive, less likely to be ready for a fight."</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai prepared for the impact of the hammer, he was ready for the pain that would come with however it was his best ticket out of here. It was just one problem, Chou. Somehow she had managed to get between Akurai and the hammer and she absorbed most of the blow from it, lucky her kagune took most of the force. "He wants us to run" Akurai said just before he took both the Dove and Chou's advice. "Chou you better come after me in one piece!" With that Akurai jumped onto the closest roof and started to move, he needed to find someone who could help. There was no way Chou would win this fight and saddly thee was only one person he knew, Ishin.</s> <\|message\|>Keiji Junichiro. Kusime Institute Keiji would walk through the streets of Tokyo in order to reach the all known school: Kusime Institute. It was not that he enjoyed spending his time in one classroom for the rest of the day. The reason why he did not mind to go there was because it somehow let him feel a bit more human than he actually was. I mean... a ghoul is not really the most welcome person in the world as he would go on random killing sprees from time to time to silence his hunger in order not to attack in a public place which would result in him... dead. There was however a bit of humour in it since it would actually be his punishment for killing all those other people in this city just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he could change himself, the first thing would be to revert his eating habits into those of a human so he would stand out less than he already was. Or so he thought so. Having to puke everything out after taking only one bite out of a sandwich was not exactly the most favorable experience that anyone could ask for. Before he knew it, he already arrived at the school he went to. His first year in college. It was for most people an exciting time and maybe also a scary one as one could not expect how it would be there. But that was what it was all about, is it not? How could one live without any spark of adrenaline running through their veins and just witter their days at home on the couch. Well, that was not too bad now that he thought about it. But one could go mad for being locked up too long of a time. His thumbs would slip into the pockets of his pants as he would walk through the gates of the domain. His eyes would roam over the several windows to see if any classes had already started and of course there were. Well, it was not that abnormal that there were actually people in there. It would be weird if there was no one, as if it was some ghost building or something like that. A yawn would escape from his lips, almost unable to close his mouth again. The thought of the need of sleeping more popped up inside of his head as he had only three hours of sleep today. Not the best thing that he could do as he knew he had class the moment he would wake up.</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo CCG 8th District HQ "I know what I'm doing." He puffed out his cheeks in a petulant manner, making his way to the buildings exit. "I guess it's my first time actively hunting a ghoul, yeah. But that does not mean I don't know how to fight them!" He quickly pointed out with a raised finger, looking back to Matsuoka, his smile showing a little bit of teeth. "Valedictorian. I was really bad at a few subjects, but my average was higher than everyone else's thanks to Combat Education and Ghoul Biology." Hisoka puffed his chest out proudly, looking back infront of him with shut eyes and a wide smile. Of course, that would only go on to reveal another one of his odd traits. Although it was unknown over what, Hisoka tripped forward and landed face first with a rather painful sounded 'thud', lower back raised in the air. How embarrassing. Slowly lifting himself upwards, Hisoka brushed off his front with a clear of his throat, trying to return to his near-professional demeanor as if nothing happened. "Should I drive?" He asked, trying quickly to divert any attention from his fall to a different matter, hiding the burst of red on his cheeks. Yuuka couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Sure thing. Just uh, be a little more careful behind the wheel, okay?" The Special Investigator and her new partner exited the cafeteria. Yuuka shoved a hand into the pocket of her CCG blazer, expecting to find her car keys, but she came out with only a fist full of empty air. In the end, she wound up patting herself down to find her keys. "Where did I..." she said, pausing as she came to a slow realization. Awkwardly (perhaps more for Hisoka than his partner), Yuuka reached into her cleavage with a black hand and retrieved a set of keys which she started swinging around on her index finger. "I always lose these things in the weirdest places..." she muttered. Alarms blared. Yuuka snapped to attention, but quickly realized she was already at the centre of it. With one foot on the other side of an active RC cell detector, her Quinque prosthetics had tripped the alarm. Guards flooded into the room, packing guns armed with Q bullets. They took aim at Yuuka. She sighed. "Relax, boys. It's just me again." She held up her badge and her license, and immediately everyone lowered their weapons, mumbling and groaning about the trouble Yuuka had caused them. Yet more fuel for quiet gossip. "Sorry about that, Hisoka-kun. These Rc cell detectors aren't calibrated to tell my prosthetics apart from real Ghouls. They keep telling me they're gonna fix it, but they never do. I'm supposed to exit through a special door so this doesn't happen, but I guess I got a little careless, what with how excited I was." She dropped the sweaty keys in her subordinate's open hands. "My car's over here. You'll probably recognize it once you see it. It's the one that's all beat up and stuff." The car in question was more than beat up. It was dented, scratched, dinged, keyed, and even missing a mirror in an astonishing display of ignorance towards road safety. Either someone had gone to town on this car, or Yuuka should've been barred from driving ever again. "You still wanna drive, right?" Hisoka said nothing, taking the keys and approaching the beat up car. It's not that he refused to say anything, but more that he could not find the words. Ignoring the feeling of the keys, he unlocked the car doors, slipping into the drivers side. Just like moments before, he tried to redirect the conversation to something less awkward for him. Never mind the fact his face was beet red. "When I was going through the academy, I was always thinking about ways to hurt ghouls without a quinque or Q-bullets. Knight reminded me of something I thought up. Ghoul skin is tough, really tough, but it's not hard. If you poked it, it'd be all squishy and stuff, but if you stabbed it the knife would probably just bounce off." With them both strapped in, he started the car, testing the engine a little to get it started, "In a purely scientific sense, things cannot be hard and tough. It's a scale, I guess. The reason why maces were so effective against full plated knights was because they bent the armor, rather than trying to stab through it. Ghoul skin is a little bit tougher than that." He paused, pulling out of the CCG carpark, eyes on the road. "When things freeze, they become hard, but not necessarily tough. Take a rubber ball for example; if you hit it with a hammer, then it'd just bounce off. But if you froze that ball, then hit it with a hammer, it'd smash. This should apply to the body of a ghoul." He finished, the embarrassment of the earlier exchange having faded away behind his vocalised thoughts. "...So I was thinking, if I threw liquidized difluoroethane at a ghoul, it would freeze the surface it hit and make it easier to break, exposing whatever is under the tough layer of skin and some of the flesh." Hisoka's phone went off in his pocket, drawing his eye from the road momentarily. He quickly reached for it, placing it down on the car dash as he drove towards downtown. "Could you check that, Matsuoka-san?" Of course, it was a news flash. Knight's most recent actions and his challenge to Yuuka. Note: Collab between Turbo and Art</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Araújo Dove Character Sheet Appearance: A young man of quite evidently foreign descent, Hisoka has yet to lose his youthful appearance, standing at around 5'8. He has very bushy eyebrows. Nicknames: N/A Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 3 Ghoul Investigator Quinque: N/A due to being a Rank 3 Investigator Personality: It cannot be said that Hisoka hates ghouls, but he does view them simply as an enemy. He shows little to no remorse in his work, but he does not seem overly eager unlike some other young investigators. However, Hisoka seems to lack the concept of 'going easy' on an opponent, trying to fight until they are in his mind beaten - which usually involves broken limbs. Outside of his new work as a Ghoul Investigator, Hisoka is a peaceful youth who speaks in a kind if somewhat lazy tone. He goes above and beyond his calling as a 'junior' investigator, following the instructions of his superiors and then some in order to please them. In that sense he is an ideal subordinate, but his clumsy and slow streak outside of anything involving field work balances that out. Biography: Born and raised in Tokyo, Hisoka is the son of a Brazillian jiu-jitsu instructor. Hisoka, being the son of a foreigner, was unfortunately the victim of bullying through out his time in regular schooling. Although rather vicious at times, Hisoka never once raised a fist in self defence on the word of his father. But why would his father of all people allow this to continue? It was not that he was not concerned for his son, no, he was concerned for the other children and their safety. To say Hisoka is decent at fighting would be like saying a fish is decent at swimming, and Hisoka's father realised this early in his son's youth. Movements and techniques which would otherwise take weeks or months to get a completely functional grasp on were down to a T in only a days work with Hisoka. Perhaps his fathers greatest hubris was taking advantage of this seemingly eidetic muscle memory to teach the still young Hisoka joint locks, both dangerous and complex techniques within martial arts, long before the appropriate time. Pitting him against other children would have been anything but fair, especially with his personality. Hisoka may have had a career in professional martial arts had life continued in that manner, but that is not the case. The truth is that Hisoka's father was a less than kosher man, involving himself in dodgy business in order to help sustain a living for his family. One facet of this underground life was connected to a ghoul labelled 'Marrow'. A dispute between Marrow and Hisoka's father soon found its self in their living room, Hisoka's father laying on the floor with a bloodied head and a 16 year old Hisoka seeing the whole incident. The oddest thing, which even Hisoka realises, was that he did not panic, feel fear, or even sadness. There was only a weird serenity which came him over when Marrow moved towards him, ready to clean up the rest of the mess. What happened next felt like clockwork for Hisoka. Marrow's fist came shooting out towards the boy, but he was already on the move - the fist grazed Hisoka's cheek with enough force to rip the flesh, leaving a small wound which would scar, but he moved forward none the less. Step in with the right leg, impact shoulder with chest, clinch hands around the back, hook with the left leg around his calf and pull; a takedown which used the attackers punch to bring them to the ground. With Marrow in a position of weakness and clearly surprised, Hisoka took the opportunity to get him into the first lock which came to mind - the inescapable triangle choke, all within a second and a half. Even ghouls can't survive without air and blood circulation, nor can they properly form their kagune in such a state. Ten minutes passed before Hisoka let up on the hold, the ghoul having already gone limp and turned an odd colour in his constrictor-like hold minutes ago. It was only after the act that Hisoka felt the impact of what he had done, the adrenaline fading away to be replaced with a paralysing dread. A few hours after, the CCG found a teenager kneeling over the still bodies of two people - one being B-rating ghoul 'Marrow', more a criminal than a ghoul, who had evaded CCG investigators for months. Despite being older, Hisoka was enrolled into the CCG academy, and then two years later promoted to Rank 3 Investigator by the Chairman himself. Although he lacks a Quinque, large amounts of practical experience and a reputation of a higher ranked investigator, Hisoka is undoubtedly a threat to ghouls short of those S-rating and above, a rare anomaly of a purely 'anti-ghoul' individual, talented in all fields so long as it pertains to ghouls. Outside of that...well. No one's perfect. Hisoka's father, while still alive, has been in a comatose state since that night. For whatever reason Hisoka has not visited his father once. Who knows what went on between them. tl;dr MMA prodigy kid chokes a ghoul out and here we are</s> <\|message\|>Shina Morizumi Morizumi didn't need long to spot the cause of all the commotion, but to her great surprise she was wrong about her earlier guess. Very, very wrong. She recognized the mask of the nightmarish ghoul shouting at her. Though she didn't remember what rank he came with, the scenery at hand suggested A if not higher. "A rank. By no means to be taken on alone. Only engage in pairs, always wait for backup." A voice resounding from her subconscious reminded her of the rules she herself enforced wherever she went. Without knowing if this guy was S rank or worse, it was virtually suicide for a rank 2 investigator. But she was no longer a rank 2 investigator. Right off the bat she didn't like how well-informed this ghoul was, but more importantly, he seemed to know the Clown. "You know a lot." , she replied calmly, walking towards the ghoul who just ravaged half a truckload of CCG personnel hardly breaking a sweat. "Surely you know the name your kind calls me." she continued, directing the cold and condescending glare of her remaining eye at the abomination before her. Her thumb slowly traveled to the button on the handle of her suitcase, the mechanism to unfold her quinque into the brutal killing tool that gave Morizumi her nickname. With the press of a button, Shina's entire posture changed. She held onto the handle of her weapon as it transformed from its dormant state, pointing the rapidly expanding greatsword diagonally at the ground behind her. The impact between her still reshaping quinque and the ground catapulted the woman towards Ishin at impressive speed, almost reaching ghoul-level velocity. Her body needed half a second to stomach the G-forces from this inhuman acceleration. Then, utilizing the weapons inertia, she rotated around her own z-axis to swing the giant, thorn-covered quinque in a wide, almost perfectly horizontal arch. The enormous strike ended up being a 210° swing, starting from straight behind her and ending roughly where the ghoul had crouched down. She didn't expect to hit him, but chances were that he was surprised by the sudden approach or get scraped by the teeth of the weapon. At any rate, Morizumi ended the gargantuan attack holding Misery in front of her body, like a deadly defensive barrier covered in thorns. The rust-like stains of dried blood on her weapon both contrast and similarity to Ishins Kagune at the same time.</s> <\|message\|>Izumi Junpaku (Western order) Knight People seemed to arrive in hordes, while the man in full body armor continued killing, until there were no longer anymore humans standing around for him to just stab and kill. He looked at the group of doves approaching in quickly, and that Ishin brat helping him out against them. Well, since that Cannibal Corpse gal still hadn't arrived there, Knight could have as well just ignored them and keep on with his rampage. Still, something told him he'd be getting some action soon. It was time for him to go on to the next stage of his plan. In a single motion, he got rid of his mask and upper body armor. His eyes were the typical for ghouls, black and red. "I have watched as ghouls are treated as monsters for a very long time. Maybe we are. We are a species created to predate on humans, and yet, you dare take from us our only way of feeding ourselves. Yes, it may be murder, yes, it may be 'bad'. But, can't the same be said about humans killing livestock just to eat. It is arrogant of you humans to think you are at the top of the food chain. Today, I will show you....." From Knight's back, another thing came out, just like his black kagune, though this time it was silver with black. It started wrapping around both of his legs and also covered his face again, just like if it were a helmet, leaving only his mouth unobstructed. "Why Ghouls are the next step of evolution!" After finishing his speech, he saw another group of doves approaching him from behind. With a simple smile, Knight seemingly disappeared, and then appeared again behind the Doves, and slashed through a lot of them with a single kick. "You doves like to rate us, as if we were animals, when the only animals here are you. Livestock without any kind of real value! Still, I'm going to make you a favor and use those same ratings for my current strength. With this kakuja, I am what you'd call a SS class ghoul. Do you have what it takes?!" --- Asuya [color=8882be]"Of course something's going on! Hell's rising up and we will have to make do with the leftovers!" Asuya said, now on the road and headed towards the important mission he had told Hikari about in the phone. "Knight is rampaging, but we got ourselves a guy just as important. We were given a tip on where we can find No Face. He will lead us to Harlequin. If we do this right, you might end up getting a rise, you know?" Asuya said. "So, Investigator Hikari, are you ready? It'll be one hell of a ride."</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo Even if Hisoka had not had all the camera's in the city aiding him through his work phone, the CCG radio channel chatter and decent vision, it would not have been hard to find Knight. All you had to do was follow where people seemed to be fleeing from where the self-proclaimed SS-rating ghoul was going on a rampage. Kakuja, there was an interesting topic. "Matsuoka-san, did you know you can potentially make multiple quinque from a ghoul who has acquired a kakuja? Not to mention if we bring Knight in, we can make special use of the armour capabilities of a Kakuja. Other investigators could be armed with enhancing armour, if the rumours about the Corpsepicker Armour are true." He spoke clinically, seeming to be a neverending encyclopaedia on ghouls and ways to combat/make use of them. It was almost sad, to see an 18 year old at this level already. He suddenly smiled, almost dissonantly given the urgency of the situation. "It'd also be nice to have a potentially S-rating ghoul as my first take-down." Clearly breaking the speed limit in Yuuka's dinged up car, Hisoka pushed the old banger to its limit, the sound of its strained engine audiable to even the preoccupied Knight from a distance away. Hisoka turned a corner sharply, the car leaning to ride on only the right side wheels, swerving so Yuuka's side of the car faced the now-SS-rating ghoul. "Matsuoka-san, go! I'll draw Knights attention. You go around and wait for an oppritunity." Hisoka advised to his superior, a plan he had been thinking of on his way here coming to form. --- As horrible as it was to say, the dead Investigators were useful. A battle plan was already in place. Tristan 1/20. The quinque its self was made up of twenty arrows, the sturdy recurve bow was just the means of firing them which came with it. Where Q Bullets did some damage to ghouls (more than a standard bullet), the Tristan 1/20 surpassed them in every way in exchange for being harder to hit. In the right hands, it could very well be one of the most deadly quinque to come out of the CCG in the past year - quiet, unsuspecting and fast. Hisoka aligned quinque, bow and target, one eye squinted somewhat. The element of surprise was his at range, so long as Knight did not turn around as he was firing. He waited on the wind... A gust against his back. There. The red-tinted arrow launched through the air, only a faint whistle acting as its heralded as it headed straight for Knight's upper back. Hisoka dropped the bow, immidiately reaching for a bladed quarterstaff quinque collected along the way, a common design amongst Investigators. Reliable, tough and downright dangerous to be on the other end of. No matter the outcome of the shot, Hisoka spoke. "A-rating Ghoul, Knight was it? Matsuoka-san could not make it. She had to deal with an S-rating somewhere..." The boy spoke in a purposely formal and dismissive tone. "They sent me instead. Rank 3 Investigator. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." The mentioning of his rank was an insult in its own right. "You know, Ghouls don't pick their own rating. I don't think you really know how the rating system works, honestly. I'd say you're still an A, at least, an S at most." He got into stance with the quarterstaff, a nameless quinque to Hisoka, readying himself to fend off Knight if he charged.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Langley Dove Appearance: Height: 1.76m Weight: 60 kg Build: Though he isn't too muscular for an investigator, he's quite nimble and acrobatic. Nicknames: Black Lance Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 2 Quinque: [Rank A Bikaku Type - Blind] A black, long spear with an edge that reaches back to the grip, forming a guard at the upper point. Personality: The best way to describe how Luca views the ghouls is with a certain degree of pity and disgust. Unlike many of his colleagues, he doesn't really hate all ghouls; though of course, there are certain ones that he does despise. When he speaks to them, be it during a fight or outside, he almost always acts the same way he always does: timid and kind, though this attitude hardly reflects on his fighting style. Biography: Luca was born to a poor family that could hardly make a living, though they were rather happy. The first decade of his life was rather simple. He didn't do much other than some pickpocketing and running around. At the time Luca had turned 10, a couple of men in suits had arrived to their broken down home instead of his parents, leading him out to another home with dozens of other children. Not really knowing what was going on, the boy was told that his parents were killed at the factory they worked at by a rampaging ghoul. Of course, he felt rage and seeked for revenge at that young age. It had been two years before he was actually allowed to go to the CCG academy, by which time he'd already decided that the notion of vengeance was rather idiotic. Once in the academy, he was still determined to graduate successfully, and he did so. At 18, he became a full-fledged investigator, given his Rank 2 title like all graduates and a quinque. By the next year, he was able to kill six C ranks, two B ranks and one A rank, whose kagune he used to make his current quinque 'blind'. Skill: -Impressive skill with spear -Self taught fighting style based on light-footed movement and learned Ghoul Appearance: Ghoul Mask: The masks that appear in the images Name: Edward Thawes Nicknames: Banshee, Grinning Ghoul Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: [A as Banshee, S~ as Grinning Ghoul] RC type: Ukaku Kagune: Like in the first image, the ukaku looks like a thick, liquid wing that flutters in the air. Its roots are made of white crystallized bases with thorns sticking out. He can shoot out needle shaped projectiles by solidifying the ukaku into a crystallized kagune, and while this mode loses the kagune's mobility, it's harder. When it's in its crystallized form, two smaller wings that are currently too short to be useful stick out from beneath the base of the upper wings. As Edward grows stronger, the solidified form can be better moulded and the liquid form grows exponentially. The kagune expands from 8 kakuhou, each wing from one and the spikes from others. Personality: As a member of the human community, Edward is an enthusiastic and outgoing highschool student who is loyal to his friends. As a ghoul, he's a little different. He can be quite merciless during his biweekly hunt, revealed by the usually present maniacal smile he has while he feeds. He prefers to kill quickly as to mainly not cause the victim much pain. This habit stuck later on due to his growing sympathy for certain humans. Biography: Edward lived his entire life in the 8th district with only his father for as long as he could remember. The man was a ghoul that was never encountered by the CCG and a well-respected psychiatrist among the humans. During Edward's younger years, his father only brought him food, not letting the boy hunt for himself. After he started his first year at Kusime Institute, Edward started walking to school. Once every few weeks, he'd start to hunt, sometimes even fighting some ghouls to steal their meals or even have them as his dinner. This habit was put to a stop when his father learned. Although he was allowed to continue hunting on his own, he wasn't allowed to try and steal from other ghouls. At the age of 16, Edward started looking for a side job upon his father's request so that he could 'learn how to be responsible'. One place he was looking into for work was Meat, Meat, MEAT!, where he simply worked as a cook, and a rather good one for a ghoul. Even if the food disgusted him, he could follow and sometimes alter the recipes quite well. From time to time, he would bring some human meat for the ghouls, packaged. During his hunt for ghouls that come to Meat Meat MEAT!, he uses a cloak and hood that covers the upper body and the upper face and a half-gas mask that only covers the lower face, using his more fluid kagune form that wraps around his neck loosely once. When hunting for himself, he wears a mask of his own design (on paper) that looks like a smiling void face without a mouth. As this ghoul, he uses the crystallized form. As both, he has had few encounters with doves so both have different ranks in their documents.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria Luca pushed one of the doors of the cafeteria open with the tip of his foot and squeezed into the room before it quickly moved to shut. The briefcase in hand got stuck between the doors. Once he'd felt the tug when he tried to walk a way, he pulled it to himself and let the door rest on the other. Looking around, the flustered young investigator tried to find his newly assigned partner. He'd received information about having gotten assigned to be partnered with another dove around the same age and rank. He'd looked through his file before. He seemed like a decent dove and Luca couldn't really complain. It would be nice to have a partner that was around his age. He could have a good, proper friend for once. He looked over at one of the tables, seeing a young man looking at some papers in those beige covers. From behind, he couldn't really discern whether or not it was him but he decided to take a risk and approach him. "Good evening," he said, blindly sitting across him. Finally catching a glimpse of his face, he let out a weak sigh of relief. Oh, thank god it's him... "My name's Luca Langley. Nice to meet you Mr... Yuuma, was it?"</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka shrugged. "I'd be down with silly. It's prooobably not setting a good example for my junior saying this, but when you've been at this job for over fifteen years you kinda need something new to break up the monotony every once and a while. Even killing Ghouls can get boring if they're too weak to be a challenge, so sometimes I like to mess around a little on the job just to keep things interesting. Seeing how long I can go unnoticed by them, putting on disguises and infiltrating their ranks, fighting with one arm or leg tied behind my back, seeing how many Ghouls I can kill with improv weapons..." Yuuka paused momentarily to consider the ramifications of what she'd just said. "It's definitely not something a junior should do though! You could get hurt if you don't know what you're doing!" Having dispensed her motherly advice, Yuuka cleaned up her mess like any responsible adult should, and then turned to Hisoka and said, "Tell you what, we'll discuss it on the car ride down. Tell me what you're thinking and I'll see if it'll make for a good first hunt. This is your first real hunt, right Hisoka-kun?"</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Cafeteria Yuuma looked up, the little concentration he had had broken, and gave an easy smile when he saw the speaker's face. "That's right," he replied. "Rank 2 Investigator Saito Yuuma." He closed the folder in front of him, and stood up, reaching across the table with his right hand outstretched. "Are you doing well, Langley-kun?" Sitting back in his seat, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, deciding what he wanted to cover and in what order. "Before anything else, I have a request," he said, his easy smile still there. "I'd prefer if we keep formalities between the two of us to an absolute minimum. Not only are we essentially married now, but we're both the same rank, and similar in age. So just call me Yuuma." Yuuma gave a small, content huff, glad to have that out of the way. It would even help with efficiency. No matter how little, that fact pleased the boy. "I was going through these," he continued after a moment, pushing the folder towards Luca. "Have a look. They're files on some ghouls I find at least mildly interesting. I figure we can request to be assigned to one, instead of waiting around and twiddling our thumbs." Yuuma scratched his nose and leaned back into his seat, before deciding to share more of his thoughts with his new partner. "Considering we only have three years of field experience between the two of us, I can't help but feel like we'll be seen as weak and unreliable. And as much as I'd like to prove that notion wrong as soon as possible, I think it'd be good for our first few assignments to be C and B-ranked ghouls who have a penchant for violence. I'm sure you know, but I haven't done anything in a year, and I need to get back into the swing of things." His eyes darted towards his briefcase. "And my new quinque is a koukaku-type. The last one I had was an ukaku, and to say they handle differently is an understatement." Yuuma got out of his seat and stretched lazily. "Point is, while I'm plenty confident in my abilities, I wouldn't mind a little warm-up. We can familiarize ourselves with each other in a low-pressure environment. Then, we'll really start to work on making a name for ourselves, yeah?" he finished with a friendly smirk. The boy paused yet again, realizing he had been talking a lot, and hadn't given Luca much opportunity to speak up. "Is there anything you'd like to ask, or want me to know?" he invited, a curious look on his face.</s> <\|message\|>Ishin Kuhaku Ishin allowed himself to listen at the door as it wasn't immediately being answered. He heard a phone ring and a mechanical voice that simply sounded angry from what he could hear. He gave a short breath in and composed himself, acting once more as the dignified host and proprietor of a night club. The door opened and what greeted him was a woman; shorter than him, though to be fair at about 6 foot most people were shorter than Ishin, with a very clean cut appearance only marred by what looked to be animal fur. Ishin smiled briefly as she bowed, a cleanly snapped movement that was obviously practiced. Ishin leant against the wall that was behind him, slouched and hands in his pockets "not a pro-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she rattled off her name and rank as a Dove. Ishin straightened and smiled, practice of his own flicking a switch on his brain "A Ghoul Investigator?" He laughed "Cool, dangerous job though" he nodded and began walking towards the entrance "My name is Ishin Kuhaku, owner of this joint" he waved around his hand, gesturing to the walls "I have a few of you guys come through to wind down a lot…so I'll offer you the same thing I offer them" he laughed "my clients enjoy 'horror' themes and taboo…if you ever find or…hmm…acquire some notorious Ghoul Masks" he gestured to the wall covered in masks "I'll pay handsomely for them…might even give out free drinks" he grinned before gesturing to the entrance "I hope you can find your way home, Miss Hikari...and do come again." Ishin turned on his heel after leading the Dove out, he had to check on Chou and The Boy…ensure nothing had happened. Checking that they had indeed come back here, Ishin made his way up the room and opened the door. He strode inside, like he owned the place…which he well did so that wasn't an issue. The Boy was looking scared and frightened and Chou was rummaging through some drawers. He cleared his throat "Chou…tha-that's the cutlery drawer…clothes are in the wardrobe over there" He pointed at the big panels of mirrored glass that covered a section of the wall. He strode over to the Boy and looked him over "Boy…show me your Kagune" he folded his arms "I need to understand what you can do and how best to train you to stay alive."</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa Akurai watched Chou search through some drawers, but for what he didn't know. He lifted the bag he had been carrying with him of his shoulder and started searching through it for something to to wear, but before he found something Ishin stood right before him and Akurai jumped backwards. Chills ran down his spine, this guy really needed to stop showing up like this "Would it kill you to make a sound Ishin?" but he really did not expect an answer. So it was clothes she was searching for "G..guys I have a bag filled with clothes... right here" he pointed down right beside his feet. The next request Ishin came with was a bit harder. "I'll try my best" and as Akurai closed his eyes the thick ribbons grew out of his back and wrapped themselves around his arms, torso and neck. "It works like armor, it coils itself around parts of me."</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Langley CCG Cafeteria "Quite well, thank you," Luca answered with a brief smile as his eyes fled back to the papers in front of Yuuma. "That's an interesting way to define our relationship," the younger investigator said, glancing up at Yuuma with another quick smile. Once the files were pushed to his side, his hands slowly went to grab them. He flicked his wrist to shake the papers and straighten them out before starting to browse. He would nod from time to time to show that he was listening, and he was. It was indeed true that they only outranked people who didn't come from the academy, but they'd have to show their worth somehow. What better way than that to bring a good few aggressive ghouls to their ends. The clapping of his hands were muffled by the paper and file shutting between them. "I think we'll get several chances to learn more about one another. It looks like we can start getting acquainted tonight, if you want to request the case right away," Luca answered, smiling as he leaned his back against the chair. "It's awfully fresh though. A good, ripe mystery."</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Langley Dove Appearance: Height: 1.76m Weight: 60 kg Build: Though he isn't too muscular for an investigator, he's quite nimble and acrobatic. Nicknames: Black Lance Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 2 Quinque: [Rank A Bikaku Type - Blind] A black, long spear with an edge that reaches back to the grip, forming a guard at the upper point. Personality: The best way to describe how Luca views the ghouls is with a certain degree of pity and disgust. Unlike many of his colleagues, he doesn't really hate all ghouls; though of course, there are certain ones that he does despise. When he speaks to them, be it during a fight or outside, he almost always acts the same way he always does: timid and kind, though this attitude hardly reflects on his fighting style. Biography: Luca was born to a poor family that could hardly make a living, though they were rather happy. The first decade of his life was rather simple. He didn't do much other than some pickpocketing and running around. At the time Luca had turned 10, a couple of men in suits had arrived to their broken down home instead of his parents, leading him out to another home with dozens of other children. Not really knowing what was going on, the boy was told that his parents were killed at the factory they worked at by a rampaging ghoul. Of course, he felt rage and seeked for revenge at that young age. It had been two years before he was actually allowed to go to the CCG academy, by which time he'd already decided that the notion of vengeance was rather idiotic. Once in the academy, he was still determined to graduate successfully, and he did so. At 18, he became a full-fledged investigator, given his Rank 2 title like all graduates and a quinque. By the next year, he was able to kill six C ranks, two B ranks and one A rank, whose kagune he used to make his current quinque 'blind'. Skill: -Impressive skill with spear -Self taught fighting style based on light-footed movement and learned Ghoul Appearance: Ghoul Mask: The masks that appear in the images Name: Edward Thawes Nicknames: Banshee, Grinning Ghoul Age: 18 Gender: Male Rank: [A as Banshee, S~ as Grinning Ghoul] RC type: Ukaku Kagune: Like in the first image, the ukaku looks like a thick, liquid wing that flutters in the air. Its roots are made of white crystallized bases with thorns sticking out. He can shoot out needle shaped projectiles by solidifying the ukaku into a crystallized kagune, and while this mode loses the kagune's mobility, it's harder. When it's in its crystallized form, two smaller wings that are currently too short to be useful stick out from beneath the base of the upper wings. As Edward grows stronger, the solidified form can be better moulded and the liquid form grows exponentially. The kagune expands from 8 kakuhou, each wing from one and the spikes from others. Personality: As a member of the human community, Edward is an enthusiastic and outgoing highschool student who is loyal to his friends. As a ghoul, he's a little different. He can be quite merciless during his biweekly hunt, revealed by the usually present maniacal smile he has while he feeds. He prefers to kill quickly as to mainly not cause the victim much pain. This habit stuck later on due to his growing sympathy for certain humans. Biography: Edward lived his entire life in the 8th district with only his father for as long as he could remember. The man was a ghoul that was never encountered by the CCG and a well-respected psychiatrist among the humans. During Edward's younger years, his father only brought him food, not letting the boy hunt for himself. After he started his first year at Kusime Institute, Edward started walking to school. Once every few weeks, he'd start to hunt, sometimes even fighting some ghouls to steal their meals or even have them as his dinner. This habit was put to a stop when his father learned. Although he was allowed to continue hunting on his own, he wasn't allowed to try and steal from other ghouls. At the age of 16, Edward started looking for a side job upon his father's request so that he could 'learn how to be responsible'. One place he was looking into for work was Meat, Meat, MEAT!, where he simply worked as a cook, and a rather good one for a ghoul. Even if the food disgusted him, he could follow and sometimes alter the recipes quite well. From time to time, he would bring some human meat for the ghouls, packaged. During his hunt for ghouls that come to Meat Meat MEAT!, he uses a cloak and hood that covers the upper body and the upper face and a half-gas mask that only covers the lower face, using his more fluid kagune form that wraps around his neck loosely once. When hunting for himself, he wears a mask of his own design (on paper) that looks like a smiling void face without a mouth. As this ghoul, he uses the crystallized form. As both, he has had few encounters with doves so both have different ranks in their documents.</s> <\|message\|>Akurai Targa I ate him, every last piece. Akurai felt a hand over his mouth, but before he even had the chance to panic he heard a voice he knew.'Chou ? I told her not to follow me !' but it was oblivious that this girl had totally ignored or forgotten about that. As she said he needed to leave and it was to dangerous to be here he groaned. He knew that, he knew that these guys could at any moment just outright kill him. "Chou you get out of here, you have nothing to do with this !" Those words fell on deaf ears Right before him her wings grew out of her back and after giving a quick comment to him she jumped down to the streets. Running to the edge of the roof he could see her fire of two shots, but there was no sound what so ever. However as he looked down he looked right into the eyes of one of the CCG agents and he gave the man a slight nod before jumping down to street just beside Chou, however he was not nearly as silent or graceful. As Akurai looked up he noticed the boys eyes were still locked onto him. Straightening himself he took a few steps towards the boy with his hands raised "I dont want to harm anyone. If you havn't already seen the pictures of me in there I live here or... I lived." He saw a few heads turning towards him, both cop heads and the heads of his neighbors. 'you will never look at me the same will you ?' he asked himself before he continued. "I did not kill mom and dad if any of that still matters to you. I did however kill that other thing in there." several cops started to yell for him to get to the ground or they would fire, but he just kept talking "In my defense he was eating my parents so I feel very justified" a gun fired and the bullet graced his neck, but another cop pulled the gun out of the slightly trigger happy mans hand and and told him to simmer the fuck down. "Now to the less... graceful parts or rather missing parts. In that house there is a very, very dead ghoul with with barely and flesh remaining on his bones." he could hear the woman that had lived beside his house fall to the ground crying "I ate him" and with that Akurai's eyes flashed into black with their ruby red pupils and his kagune grew out of his back and soon after a rain of bullets were fired a him, almost every bullet hit his armor and fell to the ground but the few that hit him hurt like hell. He let out a growl of pain as he fell to his knees and he felt everyone look at him. "I ate him, every last piece I could and do you know why ? I did it so I wouldn't eat my parents !!" Fighting to get on his feet he groaned, his breath grew rapid and shallow as his heart raced. Everyone was afraid of him now, the people he called friends and neighbors no longer looked at him with a smile on their face, the looked at him scared out of their minds. "Never have I killed a human, nor will I. I might be a ghoul, but I'm not a monster. Most of you would confess to that, but right now all you see is the eyes and the thing wrapped around my body." he had never felt more like a politician as he did in the moment those words left his lips. "So I beg the two men with briefcases, let me and the butterfly behind me go and I will never bother you again." inside him a faint hope glowed as he really hopped they would agree to letting him and Chou go. "Let's not spill blood if we don't have to"</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma Targa Household "Of course. We'll be notified if anyone shows up." Yuuma paused, noticing Luca eyeing something. "Hm? What's wrong--" He heard the ghoul before he saw her, the tell-tale sign of crystal spikes cutting through the air alerting him. Taking a simple, sharp step to the side, he swung his briefcase in an arc above his head, catching most of the spikes with it, and narrowly dodging the rest. He stared hard at the figure that landed before them, mentally noting any information he could get. The ghoul looked like a younger female, so most likely not Akurai. Yuuma didn't recognize her mask or kagune, which meant she was either unregistered or from another district. Her kagune was shaped like butterfly wings... no. Moth wings. And most importantly, it was an ukaku. He frowned. The fact that he had never seen her before meant she likely wasn't a troublemaker. Yuuma wasn't fond of killing those who didn't truly deserve it. But she had engaged him and Luca. That was enough reason to fight. If she made any move against anyone else present... That would be enough reason to kill. The cops surrounding the house started reacting, finally noticing her. Some drew their useless weapons, some took cover, and others tried to get the neighbors on scene away. "Jumping in here was idiotic, girl. You're outnumbered, and I've always had an easy time with ukaku ghouls. Especially now that I have this..." He held up his quinque, clicking it open, causing it to unfurl and reveal it's form. He let the hammer side drop to the ground with a heavy thump, the pavement below it cracking and giving way. "If you stay, you will die." And that was when Akurai showed up. Yuuma's eyes widened for just a moment, but his face quickly hardened again. The boy started speaking, desperately trying to garner sympathy. Throughout the little speech, Yuuma's expression never changed. From the first gunshots, to the story being told, to the boy revealing his kagune. He glanced towards Luca. "Watch my back," he said, before easily lifting up his quinque. It was only the second time he had wielded it. It still felt foreign in his hands. With long, purposeful strides, he stepped towards Akurai. The boy had a strong kagune, but no fighting experience. He had no chance. There were too many people here, bearing witness. Yuuma was a ghoul investigator, and in front of him were two ghouls -- his job was to eliminate them, or face consequences. He had to keep up appearances. As Yuuma reached Akurai, he said one word, with little emotion, and quietly enough that only the two ghouls could hear him. "Run." A moment later, he spun around on his feet, winding up and taking a heavy side-ways swing at Akurai, preparing himself for any counter-attack from either of them. He aimed not to do damage, but instead launch the boy several dozen feet away -- which would undoubtedly still hurt, but wouldn't kill.</s> <\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin Giichi Hadwin Targa Household On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~ Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Langley Targa Household As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.</s>
<\|description\|>Hisoka Matsuo Ghoul Mask: Her mask is a white fox mask, painted with red accents. Nicknames: Kitsune , Hii/Hii-Chan Age: 15 Gender: Female Rank: S Kagune: Hisoka's Bikaku resembles a fox tail. It is of a dark blue color and has great flexibility and strength. It will sometimes seem to puff up, part of it standing on end, similar to spines, slicked back slightly. RC Type: Bikaku Personality: Hisoka seems to be your average high school student. She reads a lot but doesn't seem to be popular. She helps people if they need help. Around people she isn't antisocial, but she doesn't talk to everyone. She keeps her distance when she needs to, and knows what to say and when to say it. She analyzes the situation to see wether or not she needs to state anything. She helps people she knows, but doesn't go overboard with her kindness. Mist people who know her enjoy the fact that she keeps to herself when she knows that you don't want yo talk instead of trying to talk to you. But deep underneath she is a sadist. She loves the feel of crushing bone, seeing blood spill. Biography: Hisoka's parents were both ghouls. They managed to teach her how to hunt before they were killed by doves. Hisoka lived alone from that point on, doing freelance work as a journalist. She hunted when she needed to and for fun, enjoying when blood was spilled.</s> <\|message\|>Yoko Hikari Yoko kinda just sat there while Asuya chewed her out. Not that she was supprised. She figured it was work calling, here to ruin her time off. She didn't care, she had her time off; as brief as it was. With the phone call over, Yoko finally went to open the door to the drunk tank to see why her captors wanted to be so polite to their victims. She didn't really see herself as a victim of a kidnapping though; she knew she passed out, but just didn't know where she was. Yoko opened the door to find a boy, about her age, holding a more mature presence than she'd figured for a twenty-something year old. She stared for a moment, captivated by his red hair and matching attire before she snapped back to the realization that this was probably the person who locked her away to safety. She quickly straightened up and bowed with a simple "Thank you" before getting on to the matter at hand. She stared at him a moment: calm, collected, and non-threatening, but taking control of the conversation and strict notice of his facial expressions and general attitude. "Excuse me, my name is Hikari. I am a rank 2 ghoul investigator," Yoko paused to take note of any particular changes the boy infront of him may have released, "... and I have just been called away on business. If you wouldn't mind showing me to the front, the CCG would be appreciative that one of our beloved citizens were happy lend a hand to one of their trusted officers."</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo "That it does, Matusoka-san. With whatever results we get from that breakdown, we can likely smell the ghoul on the list." He nodded to his superior."May I add, if he has such extensive knowledge on the camera network then he has likely grown confident. It's not really that important..." he begins to drift off as he sorts some of the papers back into the pile, "But it's just an interesting thought. If we let him think he can outmove us, and act with that in mind, then we will have the upper hand." Hisoka paused, staring at the table in a very...odd manner. Distant, as if viewing something somewhere else. A lesson from his youth suddenly surfaced. "'The successful hunter moves his prey without them knowing it'." He suddenly recited, blinking away whatever he was visualising. "Where should we start, Matsuoka-san?" Hisoka asked, slight smile returning to his face. He stood to join her, placing his hands in his hoodie pockets. He was the picture of youth, looking too damn young to be in this line of work.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Langley Meat, Meat, MEAT! As the girl smugly went on and on, Edward did his best to ignore her until he noticed that she had gotten up and was walking away. "Where are you-- You have to pay for that!" he yelled as she left the building, running after her. The nerve. He'd hardly ever seen a customer so rude. She had come in, run her mouth and left without paying. "Hey! Get back here!"</s> <\|message\|>Matsuoka Yuuka CCG Headquarters Yuuka smiled. This kid was sharp. Things she never would've thought of at his age he grasped in an instant and he could even follow the thought processes of a Special Investigator. "You've got a bright future ahead of you at the CCG, Hisoka-kun. Now, where to start... How about the downtown area? Not near the parks, but in the heart of the downtown where the 8th ward borders the others. That would be the most likely place to find a motorcycle shop in the Eighth ward, and if we're careful we might be able to spot a Ghoul smuggling ring bring in stuff like horses and blacksmiths from other wards. If we searched all the residential areas he'd catch onto us before we did him, so we need to work from the outside and work our way in. Sound good?"</s> <\|message\|>Hisoka Araújo Praise from his superiors was not something Hisoka was completely used to yet. He'd had it from his teachers at the academy, but to hear it from a Special Investigator was a whole different level. A feeling which he could only describe as 'funny' stirred in his chest, the urge to give a wide being forcefully pushed down for impressions sake. Instead, he just bowed his head in thanks. Another idea came to mind. "Understood, Matsuoka-san. Um... before we head into town, I have a request - could I buy some difluoroethane and dry ice while we're out? I have an idea in mind for dealing with Knight. It is pretty silly sounding, but I think it will work." He rubbed the back of his head, realising that the two things were an odd combination to ask for, to say the least - but given they had information on how Knight fought it's battles, he saw no reason to not prepare for facing it. Who was he kidding, he was partnered with 'Cannibal Corpse' Matsuoka. She could wipe the floor with most A Rating Ghouls. It was a dumb idea, thinking too hard on a single case when there were lord knows how many others to work on after this one was complete. "...Actually, never mind. It's just silly. Let's go."</s> <\|message\|>Nonozumi Miko Chou and Akurai Chou watched as Ishin disappeared, happiness and disappointment bubbling in her stomach- grateful that he had allowed for her small request, but ashamed that she had made one in the first place. Nonetheless, she had made one and now had to follow through, making her way towards the blonde. It had seemed that the girls plea had worked as the man quickly vanished after given a few orders to the girl. However as the man vanished Akurai let out a sigh of relief, he would live to see another day. Reaching out a hand, she whispered in her small voice, "Ghouls taste weird don't they?" Pointing to herself, she greeted, "My name's Chou... we should get you out of here... There are cameras everywhere, you know." "Less weird and more absolutely horrible." Akurai hesitated before he took the girls hand "The name Is Akurai" however as she mentioned the cameras he shrugged "Well nobody knows who I am so I don't know if I need to be afraid of the cameras just yet" But non the less he followed the girl Chou naturally reached for Akurai's hand- after all, she didn't travel with Ishin unless they were hand in hand, and it had come as second nature. "Put this mask on, just in case," she said, placing her mask over his face, using various ribbons from her dress to cover up her own. Then, when the two were set, she released her wings and with a tight hold on Akurai, pushed the two of them off the ground and onto a rooftop. Akurai put on the mask the girl handed him, it was small and barely covered his face, but it was the least he could do for her. The two of them jumped from roof top to roof top and soon after reached the entrance to what Akurai guessed was some sort of club. Chou let go of Akurai's hand as they reached just before the club, and she warned him- "The people here might be easy to hunt... but you can't, okay? Not until Ishin says you can." "Well... as said I have no interest in hunting these people." He stopped for a moment and then asked "So... his name was Ishin?" "Yes," Chou nodded as she took his hand once more to drop down in an alley. Opening the back door, she continued, "He owns this club. And if you don't hunt... they can provide for you." Pausing, she reiterated, "I'll hunt for you." After all, he was her responsibility. Akurai didn't answer when the girl offered to hunt for him. He didn't want that. That would mean she would go out and kill for him and no matter how you twist it that does not sound good. "I can find my own food...somehow" After asking for the key, Chou looked down at it and furrowed her brows and then the two of them starting to walk down the halls of rooms. Chou's eyes often flickered up and down to try and match the symbols on the key and the door, almost reaching for 3-D before realizing the second character was different from the one on her key. "Here," she said, after two more doors, clicking the key open and stepping aside to let Akurai through. "You can clean up in here," she added, looking over his messy attire, "If you need to." Akurai looked at his clothes and felt the holes in the back of his shirt "I suppose I should change... the things that come out of my back rips holes in all my clothes... it is rather annoying" he could not help to give the girl a faint smile. Chou tilted her head at the blonde's smile, finding it different from Ishin's blood thirsty one. "Okay," she nodded, allowing him to do his business before starting to rummage through the drawers, hoping to help by finding him clothes. And she knew they kept clothes here- she remembered her father doing it too.</s>	<\|message\|>Hisoka Matsuo "What do you think about this one?" Kaede asked, holding up a blue dress. She looked at Hisoka with a questioning gaze. "It's nice, but I think red would look better on you," Hisoka responded, smiling gently. "Hii-chan," Kaede frowned slightly," you always say that. Plus they don't have a red version. So what do you think about this one? Should I get it?" "It's very nice, but you should wait and see if you find anything better before you buy anything." "Geez, Hii-chan, you sound like my mother," Kaede sighed. She put down the dress and continued to look around the store. Hisoka smiled slightly. Kaede had forced her to go shopping. It wasn't really Hisoka's thing, but Kaede had practically begged for it, so Hisoka had agreed to go. "Hii-chan, I'm going to buy the dress, okay," Kaede said, walking up to the counter. Hisoka followed her, she was slightly upset that Kaede has not bought a red dress. Even though Hisoka did tell it to a lot of people, Kaede really did look good in red. It wasn't just that Hisoka had a thing for red, most of her victims wore red, a noticeable fact. "Hii-chan, are you scared of ghouls?" Kaede asked as she sat down at a small table with a smoothie. "Only slightly," Hisoka responded, in truth she wasn't. She was rank S. She could take care of most attackers. "Hey, Kaede. What should I write my next article on?" "You should do it in recent ghoul attacks. Or something like that," Kaede responded. Hisoka frowned slightly. To do an article like that she would need to find out the ghouls who have most recently attacked. She might be able to ask the CCG, but that would be dangerous. "Well, bye, Hii-chan," Kaede said, standing up and leaving. Hisoka waved, before heading back. Once Hisoka had gotten back to her house she made sure to put her mask in her bag before heading out again. She had made sure to cover the mask. She was going to collect information on recent ghoul attacks, and there might be a chance of getting information straight from ghouls.</s>
<\|description\|>Giichi Hadwin Ghoul Mask: N/A Nicknames: // Age: 19 Gender: Male Rank: A/B (sorta a B.5, but a wanna be Kakuja) Kagune: Virtually a flying bison's tail that flops a foot over his head, stopping just above eye level. RC Type: Bikaku Personality: A very sweet, positive, honorable type guy.... unless you're a ghoul that's about to become lunch. A bit twisted, but a genius that understands what it takes to reach higher levels of power. He doesn't want to waste his time eating humans, but will settle a bite or two or sip of coffee if it gets him closer to his true food. Biography: Grew up in a ghoul family that cherished human life to the best of their ability, only eating when necessary and only on those who have passed, or whose condition was terminal. His family focused entirely on education for him. If he wasn't in school, he was drilled to study everything he knew until he passed his entrance exams to the university. Here, he took a course in biology that talked about ghouls, their increase of their Rc factor, and how it was theorized that the cannibals used the increased boost of Rc to quickly gather greater strength faster. It was there that his education came to an end. The following week on the news, a report came stating the sad, bloody disappearance of the friendly Mr. and Mrs. Hadwin who actually turned out to be ghouls. No word as to what has happened to their now missing son, whose blood was not at the scene.</s> <\|message\|>Bakura Zatachi Bakura laughed a little at what Edward said "Don't count on it" He said, taking another sip from the coffee as the female stranger began to speak. Edward was obviously annoyed but Bakura didn't mind it. It actually kept his mind off the pain as he focused on healing. Without even noticing, she was gone. He turned to speak to Edward, but he was gone as well "I should of made that Rhino suffer some more" He stood up, gripping his broken ribs. He hit the door leading to the kitchen open with his shoulder and walked in, looking at the barren kitchen. It was a relief to see no one could stop him. Not like they could in the first place. Despite his weakened state, he could still put up one hell of a fight. He hit open the last door, now on the roof where he was free of cameras. He looked at his jacket as he quickly activated his Kagune while his eyes remained the same. The tips of the appendages tore bits and pieces of his jacket before dispersing back to normal. He decided to alter the way his jacket looked to avoid relation between himself and his alias. He put on his hood and his mask, his state of mind changing due to him being under disguise. He leapt away from the building top to hunt away from the shop. He stopped once he was far enough from the shop. In the distance, he could see a night club which was known as a Ghoul refuge. He grabbed his ribs as he moved his left arm inch by inch. He knew it would be dangerous to fight another Ghoul at the moment, as much as he craved their meat. He shook his head. Bakura was in shock at his own thoughts. He actually craved the meat of one of his own. He took a seat on the building top and crossed his legs, sitting in a meditation like position. He closed his eyes and focused his mind on both his senses and his healing. He listened out for any potential meals.</s> <\|message\|>Saito Yuuma CCG Headquarters Rank 2 Ghoul Investigator Saito Yuuma was officially cleared for duty once again. His body had healed itself as best it could, and he had worked hard to get back into shape. All the paperwork was done, and he had been assigned a new partner. He had even received his new Quinque, which he held onto at this very moment, in its briefcase form. He quickly looked over the papers on his new partner for the dozenth time as he walked. 19-year-old Luca Langley, also a Rank 2 Investigator. When Yuuma had first received the news, he had thought a mistake had been made. Two young, low-ranked, inexperienced investigators being thrown together? It didn't seem to make much sense. Yuuma had been assured, however, that there was no mistake, so he figured the higher-ups had their reasons. If the boy was competent, Yuuma wouldn't have anything to complain about. In fact, he thought, having a partner so close to his age could be fun. Perhaps they could become good friends, something that had never been possible with Yuuma's last partner. No use thinking about it now. He had called Luca a few days ago, scheduling a meeting in CCG's cafeteria today after-hours. Yuuma would soon be able to decide if he liked him or not, and then go from there. As the young man entered the cafeteria, he checked his phone for the time, noting he was a little early. As he dropped his Quinque on a nearby table and folded his paper away neatly, he saw that the large room was fairly empty -- normal, considering the hour. One person in particular did catch his eye, however: Cannibal Corpse, Matsuoka Yuuka. He had seen her around enough that her appearance was no longer shocking, but it was certainly still a little unsettling. She sat with a dark-skinned boy, the pair poring over what Yuuma assumed to be an assignment. After eyeing them for a few moments, he returned to his own business. While waiting for Luca, he looked over multiple ghoul files, trying to find an assignment the two could ask for, instead of waiting around to be given one.</s>	<\|message\|>Giichi Hadwin "Ah! Yes sir! Always glad to help out a fellow ghoul when I can." Giichi loaded the last of the human remains into the guy's freezer. "Please feel free to take an arm or a leg. After all, you did help me stock up for a bit. No ghoul should go hungry, especially down in these parts" "No, its perfectly fine. In fact, if it's all the same, I'd rather hunt for my own food. My parents, until they sadly passed, always brought me up to have me take care of yourself. Funny how moms are though, she couldn't stop but spoiling me and telling me how we should lend a helping hand when we can. I'd like to carry on their spirit with me when I can." A tear escaped from Giichi's eye as he said that, further solidifying the poor ghoul's trust in him. "...Um, sorry, but if you don't mind. I-uh, I could use some help though. See, as much as I try, I still can't seem to get rid of a cat that I'm scared is drawing attention to my place. I can get close, but when it comes time to, you know..., do the deed. I just can't bring myself to..." Giichi let out a nervous, fake, laugh as he slipped his finger across his throat, signifying his plans to kill the cat. "Oh, yeah that shouldn't be a problem. Got a soft spot for pussy I see." The ghoul teased Giichi to which he only smiled back, a little mind blown and wishing he could just kill the perverted sod already. "But yeah, I have a bit of free time. I can head over with you to get rid of the pest." "Excellent... Much obliged sir." Giichi almost couldn't contain his excitement. This would make the fourth victim, the first two being his parents, which he quickly learned his mistakes and thought of a better way to operate. And the third victim, which passed away two days ago. Female, late 20's, owned a cat. She had a lovely house in the basement of a barber and pie shop that has long been shut down for reasons unknown. Two days earlier... Giichi actually stumbled across her place by mistake. He was hopping building to building, running from his old life. He ran as far as he could from his parents house which was too bloody, and popular thanks to that news cast, to continue living out of. It was late one night when he ran into the shop, only to be followed by a near invisible shadow. He stood in the middle of the buildings lobby and let out loud whisper of a greeting to check if anyone was there. No one answered and the shadow just stood silently, still unseen, still watching. Giichi started scavenging around, looking into the register, the cabinets, and all the rooms in the back until he noticed a small stair case behind a few empty boxes. Suddenly two crystallized spikes shot out in front of his face and a woman stepped out of the shadows. "Who are you, what are you doing here?" Her voice was cold and sharp and an Ukaku kagune could be seen coming out behind her, but she was rather cute despite the scowl on her face. "Woah woah woah," Giichi threw himself back on his butt and his hands into the air in surrenderence to the mystery woman. "I didn't mean to invade, I just... I just found myself without a home suddenly. Not! that I'm being chased or anything, just..." Giichi fell silent. "Just what?" she demanded. She didn't want any trouble to appear at her doorstep. "...Just that my parents were just murdered by the CCG, and..." Giichi started crying, not only to try to sell himself to the ghoul that caught him by surprise, but also because deep down he really did, probably, regret the things he had done. A few moments of silence passed which made it a bit hard to continue, but he pulled through to the best of his abilities. Finally, the woman spoke up. "Fine. Come with me, you can't stay more than a day, but I'll let you crash here for a night. I hope you aren't allergic to cats, Angel isn't going out to satisfy your needs." The woman led Giichi back out of the shop and to the street entrance to the basement and her personal abode. "You can sleep on the couch, I have an appointment at noon tomorrow which you are to leave here permanently. You hear? No more coming back to this place... If you do need help though, I hear that the club Dark Nights is ghoul friendly. I'm going to bed now, I suggest you do the same." The woman left Giichi there in her living room and headed off to the back where she closed the doors. A small click could be heard a split second later. Giichi remained quiet as she left and looked around the living room. It was nice, compared to the shop upstairs. Everything was clean and white and there were mirrors everywhere. The cat was missing though, probably in the back with the woman. With nothing else to do, Giichi laid on the couch running through his mind what kind of job she might have. He was just trying to pass the time until he fell asleep, or until the woman did. Slowly the thought of cannibalism started creeping into his mind. He already ate two ghouls, rest in peace, and this would bring him closer to his goal to be as powerful as he ever could. The more he laid there, the more his thoughts excited him. Who was that woman really? She lived alone, secluded from all the world except her cat, and, albeit cute, had a nasty attitude toward strangers. Who would wanna be friends with that? It's been about two hours since the woman's door closed and all this time thoughts have eating at Giichi to kill the woman. {It's been enough time for the woman to fall asleep, right?} he thought to himself. He got up quietly, trying to make as little sound as possible and he walked up to her door. Nothing could be heard from anywhere and the cat still has yet to make an appearance. He tested the woman's doorknob, sure enough it was locked. Rather than breaking it down, he looked around for a screwdriver or anything he could use to open the door as quietly as he could. He eventually found a metal spatula which he was able to unhook the lock through the crack of the door, gaining him entrance. There was that cat, staring at him as he answered and laying on top of her dresser; ant there was the woman, prettier without a scowl on her face and tastier than ever. Fist thing was first though, he had to kill her. Out sprouted his tail shaped kagune, which awoken the sleeping woman, but was too late as Giichi was already on top of her and pinning her down. His broad tail reared back and quickly struck down on the woman's vulnerable neck, completely severing her head from the rest of her body. There he froze, pinning her dead body against her bed and tail separating her head, until some considerable amount of time has passed. The cat, still laying on top her dresser, starring. Now was the time for his long awaited meal. Oh the excitement, Oh the joy! He had the biggest grin on his face during his whole meal. His kagune retracted as he made his way down to the woman's feet. {Ah! So soft, so delicate little toes! Cute, small, ...delicious?} He brushed his finger down the row of toes laid before him. {Hehe... this little piggy went to market, this little piggy had roast beef, This little piggy cried we we we all the way....} CRACK went the woman's pinky toe, being torn off and oozing a deep red liquid all over the pure white sheets. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK The cat, laying there eyes open, watching. Next came her foot, which he savored every bite until he made his way up her leg to her knee. Then he began working on her other leg. Toe after toe, bite after bite. Then together, he finished off both of her legs enjoying every bit of her thick, juicy thighs. When there was nothing left below the hips, the blood now all over the bed, but no longer flowing out of the deceased, he moved on to her hands and arms. Directly snapping off her fingers one by one with his teeth and swallowing, instead of tearing them off first. His hunger was quickly being subdued, but he kept at it. First the fingers, then the hands and arms. Then, he sat there. No telling how long he has been picking at her, he could tell the next day was about to start. He looked at the cat and there it was still starring at him, expressionless as it witnessed the devouring of its master. But after a moment, it was no longer a cat that stared at him from up top the dresser, but her. The woman's face haunted Giichi; pale and beautiful, but blemished by a look of surprise and betrayal. He adverted his gaze away from the cat, back onto the woman's remains and gagged in disgust. He quickly got out of the woman's bed and left her room to clean himself up. Next, he cleaned up the bedroom, taking the woman's torso and head as well as anything covered in blood up to the upstairs pie shop and threw everything into the oven which he immediately ignited. He headed back downstairs, locked himself in, and falling asleep on the couch just as soon as he laid upon it. About one o'clock in the afternoon, a knock on the door woke up Giichi. He could tell it was human, but after about ten minutes of waiting, the person left and Giichi went back to sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Dania Engberg Alias: Verity Lund Age: 22 Height: 5'3'' (1.62m) Weight: 137lbs Hair Color/Style: Blond/long and braided Eye Color: Blue Appearance: Verity has a robust body with taut, feminine curves. She's spent her life honing her body, and as such, has a toned, muscular frame. Her complexion is fair, though her shoulders and arms are riddled with long, faded scars from years past. She puts hardly any effort at all into her appearance, caring only that her hair is out of her face while she works. Bathing frequently is a habit foreign to her. History: Verity was born in the northern highlands and raised as the daughter of a lord. Her people had barely any written language to speak of, instead adopting dialects of civilizations they had conquered in ages past. Her family did, however, have a love of music and art, and even considered combat to be a form of art. As the eldest, Verity was trained to be the perfect image of Northern nobility, taught multiple forms of dance, music, and combat. Because of her small stature, she was forced to work towards speed and finesse with the spear, but she was still never able to best her instructor. In her late teens, the civil unrest due to famine and a brutal winter ultimately led to war. Revolutionaries breeched the family castle and her parents were captured. She managed to escape with her sister and former nanny, but sustained serious injury that made the venture almost impossible. Her left foot never fully recovered, but she was able to receive refuge from her nanny's family in another country. Her nanny's relatives took the motley group in, and in return, the three of them became farmhands. Verity adopted the family name of her nanny's as well as a new name, forgetting all connections to her country as she learned how to care for a farm and its livestock. In an effort to return the mercy and kindness given to her, she took every opportunity to help others, doing extra work whenever possible as well as going so far as to help neighboring families during harvest season. This left little time for hobbies, and she found herself implementing her own kind of training into everyday chores. Eventually, however, Verity decided that she could not spend the rest of her life as a farmhand. She sought for better work, but had no valid references to back up her desires. She felt she had no choice but to falsify herself further, claiming to have worked at other wealthy estates in order to gain the position of a working maid at the Burkes' estate. Personality: She is best described as overbearing, ceaselessly worrying about her sister and the state of their steading. She strives for excellence and continually falls short of her own goals, forever handicapped by her own people in the northern lands. In many ways, her goals to become a true warrior and leader are impossible, yet she pushes herself beyond the breaking point to achieve nearly inhuman stamina and reflexes. She is easily embarrassed, harsh on herself, and for this reason, is frequently labeled as a masochist. Basic Traits: Masochist: She only feels fulfilled and functional when she is pushing herself beyond her own limits. Artist: She enjoys culture and revels in what few opportunities she has to engage in arts and study. Passionate: Whenever she does something, she is nearly incapable of holding herself back. Guardian: She finds fulfillment in becoming a better fighter and uses her abilities to protect others.</s> <\|message\|>Kaz A small, satisfying click ended an hour of tinkering, and Leon grinned. The pistol just needed a round of polishing, a few tests at the firing range, and perhaps he could sell it for a bit of cash. Fit for a Corsican officer of the infantry line, or a cavalry officer atop a gallant horse. Not the sort of life Leon looked for, but he understood its appeal. Beyond the Burke Barony, and the Holy Britannian Empire, a few wars for the balance of power raged. Kirmana's independence was threatened by the Sultan of Antakya, which the Emperor and his allies were forced to counter in their personal capacity. Revolutionary sympathies and unrest eventually led to the fall of the northern highlands to republican armies, and the local Kingdom of Pralodeca was contemplating its own invasion to restore some form of monarchy there. In the words of Kaz, it was the age of a brave, new world. Some old orders were overturned, others were doubled down upon, but the more things changed, the more they remained the same. A king today may have been a minister of a ruling council the next, but they all had the same power and acted like it. Leon placed his unpolished pistol on the workshop table, and exited his little workshop. The noise of shifting furniture had long ceased outside, the end result being that of a nice arrangement of cages, animal-sized beds and food bowls of varying sizes. A tall, muscular, dark-skinned woman was asleep in a corner, lying horizontal on the floor. Kaz was tall, and even when she wasn't standing up, her height was immediately obvious. No one human was this tall, other than the one man Leon saw at a circus sideshow. He grinned, and waved at the sleeping woman. Kaz worked hard to arrange this, and she deserved some sleep. The party his sisters hosted would probably have been over at this point (and chances are, they were probably shagging some middling noble from another barony). Parties were noisy, sordid affairs of inbred men and women currying for favours, flaunting their privileges or wealth, or screwing the good-looking servants. "Nobles are weird people," Leon muttered. If the gods would listen to him at this moment, perhaps they would have shouted back: "Pot kettle mate!" He wandered around the mansion without purpose. It was just a few weeks since he came back to the seat of his noble bloodline, but Leon had never really familiarised himself with the place beyond the necessities. He knew where his workshop was, where his menagerie would be and his bedroom, but Leon never truly bothered himself with anything else. He even needed to ask Kaz where his father's quarters were, not that he would visit that place willingly. He passed by a few servants, most of whom were female and avoided looking at him straight in the face. (After the incident with Arthur the dragon, most servants got the hint.) Leon did not bother looking at them, either. As long as they didn't do anything to him, he was content to ignore them. As he passed by a door, he heard a crash and a loud squeak of a creature. A dragon. Arthur. Arthur was the size of a large domestic cat and acted quite a bit like one. Without the menagerie's cages, Arthur often contented himself with wandering around the mansion. "Arthur!" he shouted, hastily opening the door. The door led to the kitchen, and Arthur had his head in a bowl of what was presumably flour. His black scaled skin was covered with white powder. Arthur tossed the now-empty bowl of flour off his head and leapt to Leon's side, purring as he nuzzled against Leon's leg and dusted his trouser leg with dry flour. "Errr... sorry. He gets bored," Leon muttered sheepishly. His businessman sensibilities came before his supposedly noble attitude. His father once told him that the butler, or valet's job was to apologise for any faux pas towards the servants, unless that faux pas involved bastard children or murder.</s> <\|message\|>Dania Engberg "Disaster! It's a disaster!" Lettie, the sweet-tempered maid Verity had met just that morning, was clinging to her for dear life. The maid's hands were clenched about her arms as tears rolled down—honestly one would think she'd just witnessed a murder! With the practiced calm of an elder sister, Verity gently took Lettie's hands in hers, giving them a light squeeze. "Calm down, Lettie. Tell me what happened." Lettie sniffled. "It's--it's that monster of Master Leon's! I managed to avoid it all day, but then it somehow got into the kitchen! We were in the middle of the final touches for dessert and now no one dares go inside! I'm sure all our work has been ruined, oh… oh this is so bad…" Yep, that was really bad. The multi-course dinner of the evening was well into the fourth dish, with the next course meant to be chocolate-crème parfaits. The footmen had mostly attended to the guests while the maids took over tray settings and the food itself, but now Verity felt bad for having left to fetch more bottles of wine—specifically the Burke vintage from 36 or so years ago. Not only had she failed to find it, but now chaos had erupted and everyone feared the worst. Just as Verity opened her mouth to express her condolences, Elena's harpy-voice cut right through her spine. "You! Verity! What are you doing just standing there? It was your responsibility to take care of the beast!" "Yes, but—" "Get to the kitchen and get rid of it before we're all fired!" "Right away, Ma'am." Verity parted from Lettie with a handkerchief, picking up the long skirt of her uniform as she rushed past the glaring housekeeper. Thankfully, the kitchen was just down the hall (poor Lettie had been brave enough to at least keep vigil just outside). The scene that unfolded before her eyes when she opened the door was unexpectedly tame. There was the drake, yes, a frighteningly black, scaly creature with enormous eyes. It was occupied with a ball of dough (presumably the very stuff for the scones meant to be freshly fried that evening), and as Verity carefully crept towards the broom closet for something to fend it off with, it wandered right on over to a bowl of dry ingredients for more scone dough. A series of metallic and ceramic clattering echoed across the room as spoons, whisks, and bowls tumbled down with the drake; apparently it'd lost its footing. With a broom held firmly in both hands, Verity edged closer, not sure if she ought to be terrified or endeared. While the creature didn't seem particularly threatening, she knew better than to compare it to a dog or cat. It could bite, perhaps spit acid, maybe spit fire… "Arthur!" An unfamiliar voice made Verity jump, and not unlike the drake, she wheeled around to look. Her mouth dropped open as the creature bounded over to the intruder and affectionately rubbed his leg. Perhaps it was more like a domestic pet after all. This must be the master. No one else would react like that. Verity stared for a moment, taking in the sight of the gentleman. With the way everyone had been going on about his servant and how he'd brought everything into an uproar, she'd expected someone a bit taller. This delicate little creature looked more like he'd just left the boys' choir of a church. His manners were strangely gentle as well as he apologized. She knew how she ought to act. This was her first real meeting, so she ought to bow and introduce herself, perhaps apologize for not having looked after his pet more carefully. Unfortunately, that same thought triggered an annoyance that ignited something irritatingly hot in her chest. It wasn't her fault that creature had been left to run rampant—she'd been called to help in the kitchen. If the host of the house couldn't be bothered to reign things in for such a big event, then it was his fault for causing chaos and making Lettie cry! "My apologies, Master Leon." Verity stooped down to pick up the bowl the drake had tossed aside, her countenance absurdly grave. "But 'sorry' isn't going to replace the scones, now is it? Please remove that thing from the kitchen and be courteous enough to keep your beasts in check while the house has such esteemed company."</s> <\|message\|>Leon Burkes Leon was taken aback, not even noticing Arthur clambering up his arm and perching himself on the young noble's shoulder. Almost every servant, beyond those who had to interact with the nobility in their official capacity, were cowed by their presence. Nobles were no different from any human, but reputation was a powerful factor. This girl herself had spirit, muscle and a bit of scruffiness as well. Leon had never seen her before, but he could not name any of the maids to save his life. "Who are you?" he asked, matter-of-factly, though his face showed how stunned he was by Verity's blunt attitude. Arthur purred once, then started pawing at Leon's face in an attempt to get attention. Leon looked up and down Verity. She dressed the part of the maid, yes, but there was something in the back of his mind that nagged at him. Something about this girl was off. "You're not from around here, are you?" Leon grinned internally as he asked that, finding a moment to scratch the chin of the attention-seeking dragon upon his shoulder.</s>	<\|message\|>Dania Engberg Of all the nerve! It was Verity's turn to be taken aback. Was the man accusing her of trespassing? If he was, he certainly didn't look upset—no, those wide, soft eyes were full of surprise. How a man could have no qualms with a drake pawing at his head but stare at a maid like she was a ghost was well beyond her. "My name is Verity Lund. I was hired this morning to 'Look after our tenacious and very troublesome master.' You can go and speak to the housekeeper if you don't believe me. While I haven't visited the Burke estate before, my family has a steading some thirteen leagues or so away." There was some bitterness in her tone, as if she resented the fact that the Burke family rarely seemed to even look at the people they taxed on a monthly basis. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to fix this mess you've so graciously made." Verity all-too-happily turned her back to the man and began sweeping up the flour on the floor. They'd just have to go without scones tonight, so the cupcakes that Lettie had come up with would just have to do. Thankfully, the frosted pastries were still untouched on one of the tables, each with a decadent cherry on top.</s>
<\|description\|>Dania Engberg Alias: Verity Lund Age: 22 Height: 5'3'' (1.62m) Weight: 137lbs Hair Color/Style: Blond/long and braided Eye Color: Blue Appearance: Verity has a robust body with taut, feminine curves. She's spent her life honing her body, and as such, has a toned, muscular frame. Her complexion is fair, though her shoulders and arms are riddled with long, faded scars from years past. She puts hardly any effort at all into her appearance, caring only that her hair is out of her face while she works. Bathing frequently is a habit foreign to her. History: Verity was born in the northern highlands and raised as the daughter of a lord. Her people had barely any written language to speak of, instead adopting dialects of civilizations they had conquered in ages past. Her family did, however, have a love of music and art, and even considered combat to be a form of art. As the eldest, Verity was trained to be the perfect image of Northern nobility, taught multiple forms of dance, music, and combat. Because of her small stature, she was forced to work towards speed and finesse with the spear, but she was still never able to best her instructor. In her late teens, the civil unrest due to famine and a brutal winter ultimately led to war. Revolutionaries breeched the family castle and her parents were captured. She managed to escape with her sister and former nanny, but sustained serious injury that made the venture almost impossible. Her left foot never fully recovered, but she was able to receive refuge from her nanny's family in another country. Her nanny's relatives took the motley group in, and in return, the three of them became farmhands. Verity adopted the family name of her nanny's as well as a new name, forgetting all connections to her country as she learned how to care for a farm and its livestock. In an effort to return the mercy and kindness given to her, she took every opportunity to help others, doing extra work whenever possible as well as going so far as to help neighboring families during harvest season. This left little time for hobbies, and she found herself implementing her own kind of training into everyday chores. Eventually, however, Verity decided that she could not spend the rest of her life as a farmhand. She sought for better work, but had no valid references to back up her desires. She felt she had no choice but to falsify herself further, claiming to have worked at other wealthy estates in order to gain the position of a working maid at the Burkes' estate. Personality: She is best described as overbearing, ceaselessly worrying about her sister and the state of their steading. She strives for excellence and continually falls short of her own goals, forever handicapped by her own people in the northern lands. In many ways, her goals to become a true warrior and leader are impossible, yet she pushes herself beyond the breaking point to achieve nearly inhuman stamina and reflexes. She is easily embarrassed, harsh on herself, and for this reason, is frequently labeled as a masochist. Basic Traits: Masochist: She only feels fulfilled and functional when she is pushing herself beyond her own limits. Artist: She enjoys culture and revels in what few opportunities she has to engage in arts and study. Passionate: Whenever she does something, she is nearly incapable of holding herself back. Guardian: She finds fulfillment in becoming a better fighter and uses her abilities to protect others.</s> <\|message\|>Leon Burkes Leon was taken aback, not even noticing Arthur clambering up his arm and perching himself on the young noble's shoulder. Almost every servant, beyond those who had to interact with the nobility in their official capacity, were cowed by their presence. Nobles were no different from any human, but reputation was a powerful factor. This girl herself had spirit, muscle and a bit of scruffiness as well. Leon had never seen her before, but he could not name any of the maids to save his life. "Who are you?" he asked, matter-of-factly, though his face showed how stunned he was by Verity's blunt attitude. Arthur purred once, then started pawing at Leon's face in an attempt to get attention. Leon looked up and down Verity. She dressed the part of the maid, yes, but there was something in the back of his mind that nagged at him. Something about this girl was off. "You're not from around here, are you?" Leon grinned internally as he asked that, finding a moment to scratch the chin of the attention-seeking dragon upon his shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Dania Engberg Of all the nerve! It was Verity's turn to be taken aback. Was the man accusing her of trespassing? If he was, he certainly didn't look upset—no, those wide, soft eyes were full of surprise. How a man could have no qualms with a drake pawing at his head but stare at a maid like she was a ghost was well beyond her. "My name is Verity Lund. I was hired this morning to 'Look after our tenacious and very troublesome master.' You can go and speak to the housekeeper if you don't believe me. While I haven't visited the Burke estate before, my family has a steading some thirteen leagues or so away." There was some bitterness in her tone, as if she resented the fact that the Burke family rarely seemed to even look at the people they taxed on a monthly basis. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to fix this mess you've so graciously made." Verity all-too-happily turned her back to the man and began sweeping up the flour on the floor. They'd just have to go without scones tonight, so the cupcakes that Lettie had come up with would just have to do. Thankfully, the frosted pastries were still untouched on one of the tables, each with a decadent cherry on top.</s> <\|message\|>Leon Burkes Wordlessly, Leon backed up and out of the kitchen his drake had so ungracefully wandered about. He glared at Arthur (who was looking around from his perched position with cat-like interest, none-the-wiser to his master's displeasure) before his eyes lit up with a gleeful realisation. This Verity had spirit, but her role, in her own words, was to: 'look after our tenacious and very troublesome master.' He could just fire her, and everything would go back to normal. With a grin and a little scratch to the tiny dragon's chin, Leon made his way back to his little corner of the estate. Maids and other servants, normally only cowed enough to avoid his gaze, gave him a wider berth throughout the hallways of the mansion. Leon glanced towards the ever-ignorant Arthur, who just looked towards his master for a moment and chirped. He chirped back, and allowed himself a little grin. He should bring out Arthur more. Kaz was still sleeping when he came back. Plucking the dragon off his shoulder, Leon placed the little beast in its cage and gently clanked the door shut. Arthur sniffed the ground of the cage for a moment, and contented himself to stare placidly at a bowl of water. Leon had insisted that the cage Arthur was housed in be brought back, despite its size and the cost of transportation. However, familiar environments allowed the adorable little monster to calm down. He would accompany the beast, but Leon had to go back to making the next pistol. That, at least, was a little better than the tiresome affairs of nobles.</s>	<\|message\|>Dania Engberg With the dragon finally out of the kitchen, things more or less went back to normal. The scones were a little late in coming, but there were still plenty of other desserts to occupy the guests with—creamy custards, blueberry Danishes, and of course, the daintily frosted cupcakes that had somehow escaped the invading dragon's attention. These were brought out tray by tray as the footmen took them out for the guests, and the maids were able to take a breath of relief. Well, at least most of them. Verity was still cleaning up after them, wiping off flour dusted countertops, sweeping away crumbs, and washing the dishes. So many pastries meant lots of annoyingly stubborn pans, so half of them were soaking as she worked on the dirty plates from dinner. It promised to be a long, long night with all the stacks of porcelain awaiting her, but it wasn't hard work, and her mind was free to wander. At least it was until the housekeeper's voice was barking in her ear again. "Verity! You neglected the young master's meal, didn't you! Drop those dishes right now and prepare a plate for him before the food gets any colder!" Verity cringed, feeling like she was being blamed for yet another chore that'd been ignored in favor of the other work she'd been tasked to. How was she supposed to know exactly when to stop and switch between kitchen duties and the eclectic master's needs? Ah well, I'll forgive her for tonight. It's been stressful with so many guests. If the master is accustomed to being so irresponsible, though, I don't think it should matter if his dinner is late. Serves him right for the trouble his pet caused. Even so, Verity did leave the dishes in favor of preparing a plate. When Lettie saw the poor maid slapping on food on a plate, she scurried over to help. As it turned out, the food apparently had to look nice, too. The pair of maids re-heated the roasted chicken in the oven for a minute or so, then set a healthy amount of roasted rosemary potatoes next to it. They added a bed of Brussel sprouts with chestnuts, then some sautéed mushrooms with butter and garlic to complete the dish. There also was a strange order to setting the tray. "The placemat goes first, of course." Lettie set down a lacey white cloth, flattening it ever-so-carefully across the tray. "Then you fold the napkin in half and place it on the left side. The plate has to go in the center, overlapping the right side of the napkin just a bit. Then we put the dinner fork on the left—not quite touching the plate, then the salad fork next to it…" The whole process was a little too complicated the first time around, but it sort-of made sense. With a tray laden with dinner, forks, a small dessert plate, and a goblet topped with wine, Verity finally stepped out of the kitchen. The halls were still busy with the footmen going back and forth between the party and the kitchen, but things quieted down almost immediately after she passed the ballroom. She wasn't sure what she was expecting of the rest of the house, but some part of her had expected to hear the growls of a dragon. It wasn't hard to find her master—she had Lettie's instructions, after all. The kind maid had also informed her about the master's 'bodyguard,' some strange, frightening woman she was urged not to speak to or make any threatening gestures towards. After the dragon incident, she honestly wasn't that surprised, though she had no idea how a tiny little thing like him could have gained the respect of such a frightening woman. The door was ajar when she arrived, so she stepped in without asking permission. She was met by a truly strange sight: there was an assortment of cages, a strange workshop-like setup along the opposing wall, and oddly enough, a woman sleeping in the corner of the room. On the floor. Verity perked up a brow, but decided not to question the master's bizarre tastes: she just wanted to deliver the dinner and finish her work for the evening. "Master Burkes: your dinner." Verity approached from behind, lightly setting the immaculately prepared meal on the table where he worked.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Now we find a way to live with the demons. If Secrets knows where they came from. He only told me that they once ruled hell. They were locked away in a box once upon a time to punish them for faking to take over the heaven. They are here because the box has been destroyed. Since they no longer have bodies they needed to ours. They will remain in our bodies for eternity. We are now immortal." Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked and fought back a yawn, not entirely sure what to make of this assessment. Perhaps he was still too tired as a result of jet lag, but the concept of immortality didn't quite seem to click at the moment. He would have to revisit the idea later, when he was more awake. The rest of it kind of made sense, though it still bothered him. "Why us? Did we meet some form of requirement?" He wasn't sure exactly how he would do with living for eternity with his demon, but did they even have a choice at this point? Even to his sleepy brain, it certainly wasn't seeming so.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I don't know beyond the fact that we all have something in common with our demon. I was studying to be come a psychologist. My job would have been to gather and keep the secrets of my clients. I think that was why Secrets was drawn to him. I was also very lonely. I would have welcomed any company. I might have invited him in simply so that I didn't have to be alone. But these are only guesses. Secrets hasn't answered that question. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Something in common? That made enough sense. He could kind of see why the demon inside his head would have taken up residence there should Katherin's response be correct. He wondered briefly if she already could tell that. It wasn't exactly something he would actively keep from anyone, but as a habit, he didn't often bring up things about himself that were not directly asked about. Does that still make it a secret? I guess if it's unknown, then yes... He didn't spend too much time wondering about it, as he quickly decided that maybe the knowledge of his childhood issue was probably already known either way. Now he just wondered if she would ever let him know that she knew. In a way, this seemed convenient. There was less need for him to speak if she already knew so much about what was going on with him. He just hoped none of it was particularly disturbing in any way.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Whoa! Information overload! Rez was struggling to process what Katherin had just said, a lot of it bouncing straight off his ears. No mind reading, it was permanent, and something about a box. Discarding everything else for that moment, Rez focused on the box. "Like Pandora's box from Greek myths? And it's broken? So…… if we could fix it? Or make a new one? could this end?" The sooner this was over the better, although for the most part Rez had resigned himself to the idea of permanantly keeping his voice. It didn't have a name, least not one it had told him, although judging by the way Katherin called her demon Secrets, his probably had a name as well. As for similarities to their demons? That for Rez was fairly obvious; Fighting, getiing into bets, challenges, and …………… failing. He was good at failing challenges. Or…… and then he lost his train of thought, forgetting everything for barely a second, a overload problem he'd had from long before voices in his head. Backtracking he found he had boldly stepped forward and asked questions, luckily not phrasing them as challenges, yet. But that was more than he had ever intended to do.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Yes like Pandora's box. We cant fix the old one. It is completely destroyed. We can create a new one. However to do so we would need to find four mythical items. The eye, the cape, the cage, and the staff. If we choice to do so I have clues to the eyes location. But we should think about it before deciding. If we recreate the box and remove the demons we will die. As long as we have the demons we can survive anything."Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Wait……… immortal, like immortal? as in living forever? Won't that be incredibly lonely?" Rez was only just grasping some of the thins she had said earlier. "So the choice is; Live forever with demons driving that tiny sane part of us crazy, OR Get rid of them and die? …Hang-on… immortal not indestructible, right? So what happens if we die vaguely normally?" Rez had a bad habit of often speaking out loud when puzzling through things, it helped him think, but others often found it annoying, or weird; and albino brat talking to himself, not an everyday occurrence for most people, but everyday occurrences were very far from here.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Immortal as in nothing can kill you. Trust me on this I have tested it. We can't be killed by any method. You could get sit on a bomb and live. We don't have to be lonely. Part of the reason here is to invite you all a piece. Now that you have demons you cant live in the normal world. People will notice that you aren't aging. People will hunt us. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Before he could stop it a single tear traced his cheek, what was that for? "So we're gonna live here forever?" He grinned suddenly randomly, "We should probably get nice furniture then, just saying." Slowly his words were getting more and more likely to be provoking. Rez knew it was time to start shutting up before he cornered someone into challenging him, just as the voice was aiming for. He had found that as long as he didn't believe things were challenges he didn't have to accept them, but with no challenges he found himself trying to provoke others. Of course as a last resort to shut his voice up he could challenge others, but it wasn't the same.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked, a bit shocked by the new information. There was a way out? They could seal the demons back up? But then they would die in the process...wait, she had tested their indestructability? The boy wasn't sure how to respond to that thought, but it worried him a bit. "We can still be hurt, though, can't we? We may not die, but I doubt that it a reason not to be careful." The information about staying here had also caught him by surprise, but he wasn't sure how to act on that, either. People hunting them? He supposed that was entirely possible, even probable with some of the strange effects he had already experienced, but it was still an odd thought. "Are we really staying here? What about our lives out there? Is it really impossible to return to them?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Its not completely impossible to go back to your lives. But you won't be able to stay long. Maybe ten fifteen years if your lucky. People will notice that you aren't aging. You're welcome to stay But I won't force you. This meeting is for giving yinfinformation and offering you a safe place. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Sooo…… If we can't live OUR life, then Who's life do we live? We could reinvent our self over and over I suppose, moving and changing names, appearances, and all that, but why?" Rez was babbling and he knew it but wasn't gonna stop, yet. "I mean, what do we want to do with our life if we have to live like this? I don't really know about you, but I'm not totally enjoying having someone in my head bossing me around, I'm sorry, but I am NEVER going back to those sici, sicatra, Sacias, sintara……… whoever those things are. Never again, thank you verry much." He knew he had gone off on a tangent, he also knew that he was probably provoking Katherin, as she had said she had been training to be one of those psychiatrist, psychologist people or something like that. His voice was busy whispering; Go for it, provoke her, make her mad, come on challenge her, it dosn't have to be her, anyone will do, throw me a bone, yeah? Come on, you haven't gotten yourself a challenge for ages, and you know what that means. Just challange her, him, any one of them, the next one to speak, there, challenge the next on to speak, OOOHHH…… what about the one in the back, with blue hair? She looks easy to take on, beat her, come on. Unless you want to fail? In that case how about him, the one with ice eyes? Or Mister talkative over here? I really don't care who you challange, but hurry up and do it! It was getting more than Rez could bare, the constant nagging of his voice for a challenge, the news that he would be like this forever. "So is there any way out that doesn't include dying? And if not, What the hell do we plan to do with our lives?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After thinking for another moment, Kyo eventually just nodded his head. "I see, that makes enough sense. Thank you for the consideration, that's very kind of you." Honestly, he thought that the other one had a point as well; it would certainly be difficult to live like this with the demons. If they could do so, however, there probably wouldn't ' the many limits as to what they could do with the rest of their lives. As long as they were careful not to reveal their situation, anyway. Still, if they could find another way out, he didn't doubt that many, if not all of them, would probably take that route. It wasn't sounding too likely just yet, though. Stifling another yawn, the tired male shook his head in an attempt to stay alert.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "No there isn't any other way to get rid of the demons without dying. The demons are a part of us now. If they aren't inside us we die. I don't know what you want to do with your life. I am here to offer you a option. Whether you take that option or not is up to you. I think that despite our demons and the negative things that come from having them that we can do good in the world. I don't know how yet but I think it is a possibility. For now why don't I show you to your rooms so you can rest and think?" Katherin replies.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) At Katherin's reply Rez groaned, half at what she had said and half at the pain that was starting to lace through his head. It wasn't much at the moment, just a dull throb, but over time it would grow. The voice was right, he had to challenge someone, but he was also scared he would lose. "Great idea. Mister talkative here" he gestured at Kyo…… "I missed your name, looks like he is gonna collapse, and I really need to…… to……" he stammered to a stop, fighting inwardly with the voice, hoping for a blank that wasn't coming. "Please tell me you have nice beds, because I ain't sleeping on the floor………" He trailed off again, grabbing at his head as the voice started screaming, yelling that he had to phrase that more brutally, to provoke her, all of it above the pounding of his headache. The problem he thought, was that, even though accepting challenges was easy for him, delivering them was not always.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo almost missed what was being said, so it took a moment to fully process what he had heard before he could type out an acceptable response. "I should be alright, this is not the first time I have had to deal with the differences in time zones. Still, I agree that a rest would be very beneficial. Thank you." Since the boy nearby seemed to be acting so strangely, he stopped for a moment to look toward him. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "I'm Fine just…… I just need to sle…… Challenge…… Fight……" The voice was slipping through, speaking with Rez's voice, "No! I…… Fight you…… In … a bou…… , Game of Snap!" Rez shot the last part out in the hope there would be no chance for the voice to intervene. "I challenge you to a game of snap." He knew it was crazy, and that the others would probably think he was weird, but the others weren't normal either. He looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes that the other boy would agree to the challenge. He didn't know why he chose Kyo, but now the challenge was out……… He just hoped it was accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed boy watched quietly for a moment before typing his response. "Snap?" He tilted his head to the side, giving the other male a slightly curious look. "I'm not sure that I know of it, but I can certainly try."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez's shoulders slumped in relief, he hadn't even realized he was tense. But not knowing what Snap was? ……Okay. "Well snap is a game of card, where you each get half the deck and turn over one card per turn. If two cards of the same number come up in a row you slam your hand down and shout 'SNAP'. You try to be the first person to do this. If you are the first person you collect all the cards in the 'discard' pile and start a new pile. The aim of the game is to get all the cards." As he was talking, the voice having dropped it's voice by a few decibels, Rez hooked a deck of card out of his pocket and started shuffling them nervously.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded at the instructions, watching carefully as the other boy shuffled the cards. "It sounds simple enough. Should we take a table for the game?" The request had been a bit odd, but seeing how he had just been acting and the way he seemed to have loosened up a bit at that moment, the quiet boy wondered if perhaps it was an issue with his demon. Can it be calmed like that? How curious...</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo looked around the room that Katherin had led them to in awe. This castle really was prepared for everything, it seemed. It made him wonder what other kinds of rooms it held. I'll have to ask for a full tour later, if she has time... Turning back toward the girl before following the other male to the table, he nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, this is quite impressive." Once at the table, however, he couldn't help but worry a bit again at the way Rez looked while shuffling the cards. His request, too, sounded a bit...perhaps melancholy? Or maybe just tired? He wasn't sure, to be honest, but he nodded. If this was something to do with his demon, then it made sense that it probably ended with something less than pleasant to have others see. Of course, I'm sure you know all about that by now, don't you? You had such interesting ones a couple of weeks ago, it's actually really fun trying to come up with ways to top that~.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Finally, with two even piles of cards before him, Rez offered first pick to Kyo. "Gentleman first" he joked, covering up his dread for the end of the game.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo placed his tablet down next to him on the table and took the card pile to his left, sliding it closer to where he was. Placing one hand on the top card, he nodded to indicate that he was ready and got ready to flip the card as soon as his opponent did so.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Pulling the other pile closer to himself, Rez placed on thumb on top of the top card and his fingers in a position that left them ready to grasp the bottom face of said card. It meant that when he drew the card it was facing away from himself, leaving no room to call him a cheater; a favorite tactic of old opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo quickly flipped his card directly onto the table as soon Rez moved, somehow feeling an extra urgency to move quickly. Looking down at the result, he soon moved his hand back to his pile when he realized that the cards were different. Just as quickly as the first time, though, he drew a second card to place down a moment later.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo was Fast! Rez grinned matching his pace and flipping another few cards, blacks and reds, one after the other. It wasn't till about their seventh card that a match came up. Double sixes. Tugging his right hand, the one he had been using for flipping cards, out of the fray, Rez slammed his left hand towards the table, calling "Snap!" as he did so. It wasn't a rule to use the other hand, just habit.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked at how quickly the other boy had claimed the cards, a bit too stunned to react himself for the moment. Perhaps he hadn't been as prepared as he thought after all. Either way, at least he was sure of how it worked now. Nodding in acknowledgement, he placed his hand back on the top of his stack and started quickly flipping cards over again. Once another pair showed up, he tried to slam his hand down the same way Rez had before. Checking the cards after, he could see that it was a pair if fours this time.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Well Rez though, He seems to have gotten the hang of the game Rez got himself another pair, and then accidentally attempted for a six and a nine, the voice urging him on. When he saw that they weren't even a pair he blushed scarlet red, much the same colour as his eyes, standing out radically against his white hair. "Sorry" He mumbled, shamefaced, before indicating he was ready to start again. But that had left him flustered, and for the next few pairs he barely realized they were there until they were gone.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo took another few pairs, noticing that the boy in front of him seemed to have gotten a bit distracted. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to get out of the game. Did he need to win or lose? What happened either way? While he was lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn't notice the next pair himself. He shook his head quickly as he tried to refocus.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Missing a pair, and barely snagging another, Rez tried really hard to ignore the voice, yabbing on about random cards, cards that weren't even in play! Did the voice WANT to lose?! Gritting his jaw, Rez focused, at least as much as the voice would let him; and promptly lost another handful of pairs! Why in the world would the Voice want to lose? It knew as well as he did it was not pleasant, that there was a price to pay, but really he thought, it was probably because he had been the one to challenge, not to be challenged, as then the voice would help as much as it saw fit to. But that was beside the point. The point was slowly but surely Rez was losing, and he was going to take it like a man, ……or an albino boy at least.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo didn't really realize how many pairs he had collected until he lost another pair and took another look at his pile. It was getting pretty tall; there were probably only a few more pairs that could be played before the game ended. Though, he still didn't understand much besides the fact that the other male seemed to become more flustered as time went on. Wait, should he have just let him win? Would that have been more helpful? The realization made him hesitate at the next pair out of distraction, though he could see that it probably wouldn't do much good at this point when he tuned back in. Only a few cards left. It made him wonder, though; if they didn't get any matches for the last two cards, how would that affect things?</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez ran out of cards to place, he got quite a shock too, watching the center pile as he was, he reached for a card 'flipped it over' and realized he was holding nothing. Blinking he glanced at his nonexistent pile, a taste of bile rising in the back of his throat, there was only a slim chance for him to win now, a slim chance to continue the game, and he was going to take it, that slim chance. Glancing up at Kyo he explained what happened now; "Since I've run out of cards, you just keep putting cards down, and wait and see it ther is a pair, if one comes up and I get it, we continue playing normally, if however you get the pair, you win." He had known people to be in the same position he was in and come back and win the game, but that was few and far between, and not likely, but Rez always fought to the bitter end.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded, looking back to the table and flipping over more cards. Oddly enough, it seemed to be taking a really long time for a match to show up. Four, five, six...ten, twelve, fourteen... The air felt awkwardly tense to him by the time the sixteenth card revealed another pair. Almost doing a double take, he closed his eyes for a second as he felt his hand almost move on its own, just waiting for the sound of either person's hand hitting the stack in the center.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Seconds, that's all it took. Rez was seconds behind Kyo, but those seconds cost him dearly. Spotting the pair Rez slammed his hand down, too slow, accidentally squashing Kyo's hand beneath his own. Already he could feel the pain beginning to lance through his head, ricocheting off his skull, reverberating, slowly growing stronger and stronger. Snatching his hand back from the table, Rez looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes, hoping the other boy remembered that Rez just needed to be alone. He would thank him for the game later, when he could think clearly again. NO…… seconds, gimme seconds. Rez begged silently, struggling to keep his hands from trembling, a futile effort, what with his whole body shivering like he was out in the snow with summer clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Feeling a hand smack down on top of his, Kyo opened his eyes to see that he had actually taken the pair. He honestly wasn't sure how to feel about it. Looking back up at the other boy, he grew concerned at the condition he seemed to be in. Reaching a hand out toward him in an attempt to affirm his well-being, he suddenly hesitated as he remembered that he had asked to be alone. Is this the work of his demon, then? Perhaps I should have let him win... Since that was no longer an option, though, he retracted his hand and stood up from the chair, nodding toward the other male and picking up his tablet. It seemed best to just leave for the moment, so he looked over toward Katherin before walking to the door. "We should probably go now, shouldn't we?"</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders, now looking past a decently challenging walk from the field before him to his knew castle home, takes off his hat, in which happens to have money for the ride, and tosses it to his driver. The elderly Persian man looks to the small, young and unconfident boy continue to struggle with his bags as he counted the money, and realized how helpless his passenger truly was. "Young man, do you need help" The large man offers as he steps out of the car to stretch his legs, already going in to help the young man, only to have the bag snatched away in a frantic attempt to prevent the next epidemic. The elderly man eyed his passenger for a moment before hesitantly going back into the car and starting the engine. "Now be safe young man, I can't have word that some boy was found in a ditch with me being the last man he saw" joked the Taxi man in an ill founded attempt to create small talk, but ended up only striking fear into the boy. The man merely sighed and waved before driving off, and the now scared boy walked his way up to the castle. That was every penny he had, that taxi driver was tipped over one hundred dollars for the fear he was likely to die of some horrendous disease. It was only a few minutes before the young boy came to the large pine and riveted entrance to the castle. It was more intimidation up close, and earlier he had growing regret with each step, and yet, he was here. With a well placed slap to the face, gulp and sigh to allow himself the bravado he needed to continue, the scrawny boy leaped for the door knocker, and with all his might, swung it's decorated iron swivel into the door three times to create large knocks. With this and the addition of the long ride and walk, Alders was now entirely worn out. He had a feeling the others would open the door soon. Resting his head on a leather suitcase he had taken with him, Alders began to rest his eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Disese is here. Katherin nodded to the voice in her head. She didn't know why she did that but she often responded to something that the demon lord told her. She pulled her tabled out of her bag. She had learned to carry the device with her everywhere. But it was annoying to always have it in her hand. So she bought a small pouch to carry it in. With a smile she opened the door. "Hello. My name is Katherin. Please come in. The others are inside."</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Hearing footsteps at the front door, Alders jolted up and gripped his suitcase, looking like it was as large as he was. Again afraid of what he would find living in a castle, Alders half hide behind his belongings. As the door screeched open he looked upon a young lady. She could not have been no older than able to drink, and her crisp orange hair and pale skin gave a nostalgic feeling, much like his old friend.... his only friend. With a weak smile to return to her, Alders looked around a moment before giving a hesitant limp into the beautifully decorated home. It was cozy inside. Warm, yet open, he didn't see the others she mentioned, but was afraid regardless. "It's very nice to meet you miss Katherin, I am Alders Solvmed, and it is a pleasure to meet you" He managed to let out in a weak, high pitched and humbled tone. In his head, the dull and gunky voice of a deprecated and horrifying beast emerged. It gave a simple text to him, a command. "allow me to converse with this demon, she is one I so sparsely get the opportunity to bargin with" It bellowed within. Alders Merely winced at this hindersome reminder and in fear attempted more idol talk with the handsome young lady. "I hope I wont be a bother here, it would seem more like a day care at times if your taking in a select mix children here" he spoke, clearly afraid she might agree.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "We are an odd group but I think that will kelp things interesting. Considering everything interesting will be something we definetly want. I've written most of the information in the great room if you want to know what we discussed before you got here. But from the looks of you I think you're rather see one of the bedrooms. There are plenty to choose from. I'm thinking you'll want one way from the others? Katherin asked.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Looking to the young lady as if she was an angel, Alders seemed to take everything she was saying and storing into his memories. she seemed to know him better than himself, which wasn't hard, but strange considering she was one she had yet to meet. Nodding in response to signify that he was interested in finding a room in the general direction that she had show to him. His arms grew weak but without wanting to burden the lady, he seemed to let them wobble. Katherin, though he had seen her only moments ago, was the greatest person he had met, and he felt the need to indulge her in his though. "you remind me of an old freind of mine... but sadly she's no longer with us. She died, of some sort of bubonic plague" He blabbered to her.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Seeing Katherin leave the room with her tablet out, Kyo followed out of curiosity, staying a ways behind as she returned to the door. At the sight of the new arrival, he tilted his head and looked on silently. Is this another demon host? It must be...I wonder which one... I think this might be an old 'friend' of mine... you two really should meet...</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Suddering in the thought, He remembered attempting, only to fail. If he were to infect anymore, perhaps it would be a plausible option, but until then, Alders knew he could contain the demon within for the time being. "d-do you have a demon too?" He asked sheepishly. Alders was still not akin to this idea. Perhaps it was a rude question?</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo continued following, since they seemed to be going to the rooms already. He remained silent as Katherin relayed the information he had already received to the newcomer, feeling kind of sorry about how scared he seemed to be about all of it. Honestly, finding out about his own demon had been plenty terrifying, though at least he had at least some idea before coming here for confirmation. When the boy dropped his suitcase, the dark-haired man hesitated for a moment before picking it up in an attempt to help. He offered a small, apologetic smile, though he wasn't sure how much it would help at this point.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I am the keeper of Secrets. Every secret within a mike or so around me I know. My demon collects them. That is why I am using the text-to-speak option on my tablet. With the tablet I can say what ever I want. If I try to talk the way you do I would only be able to reveal all secrets my demon has collected. Katherine explained.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "oh, I see. That must be a terrible burden... so... even know about the-" Alders begins to ask about a rather embarressing secret before noticing someone else was helping with his bag. Though his eyes were still glassy, Alders smiled back to the boy. "Hello mister, what might your name be?" He asked, hopping no horrible plague had reached his suitcase. Suddenly he felt panic. "I-i Think I can carry that after all though mister" Alders pleaded suddenly, not wanting the other demon host to feel the wrath of petulance. Inside his demon laughed. "Oh come now, I'm not about to poison an old buddy, well not yet at least" It joked in a cynical way.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed man gave the boy a curious look, iabout how he seemed to become more nervous all of a sudden. He waved off the offer to take back the suitcase, trying hard not to react to Nightmare's assertion that he was probably safe as Nightmare would bring Hell up here should anything happen to its host anyway. Not that it could. You can't die, remember? Only go mad, probably~. Shaking his head in a vain attempt to quiet the internal noise, Kyo thought to answer the question about his name, but realized that he couldn't exactly do so with his hands full at the moment. Giving another apologetic look and a shrug, he continued to carry the suitcase.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "This is Kyo. He is the keeper of Nightmares. You don't worry about any of us getting sick from you. We are immune to all diseases. We are pretty much immortal now. Which is why I have invited everyone here. I am hoping together that we can figure out how to live with these Demon Lords without losing ourselves to them. Katherin explained as she led them towards the bedrooms.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "that explains....' The young boy started softly, remembering the attempt he had on his own life, and his father doing the same in his eyes, but neither killing him as it was. Instead he thought it better he kept something as so to himself. "thank you again miss Katherin.... and it's very nice to meet you kyo" The small boy muttered gingerly, afraid what someone with a demon of nightmares had to offer in terms of small talk. Inside he heard another voice. [color= "why do you act so reclusive, you need to live a little, it'll help both of us! Here, Give me control, I shall formally reintroduce myself to Nightmares properly, For good old times sake? Please?"[/color] It shouted inside, but the boy only clutched his hands in response, afraid of what might be returned if he argued.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo bowed his head slightly as Katherin introduced him, giving her a grateful smile after. Still unable to answer the boy, he settled for a nod and a smile in response to his greeting. Nightmare seemed to giggle a bit about how it wondered if its old companion had come up with anything new recently, or if it needed any inspiration. It made sense to the dark-haired male how some illnesses and such could quickly turn into nightmare fuel, but he really didn't want to think more on that kind of a collaboration. Instead, he kept following Katherin's lead. It would be nice to see where they would be staying.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders looked around nervously as the eyes of the new acquaintance drilled into him. He just wanted to go to his room right now. Since he had gotten off the cab, Alders had been scared to a brink of his life. Deep down he knew even there the constant reminder of his demon via taunts would haunt him. Alders grit his teeth in dismay at the realization. To never be alone, to be cursed and to know what was with him? Perhaps ignorance truly was bliss, Alders seemed to think so. "could we please get to the room.... I'd like to unpack ma'am" He mummbled with a quivering voice, clearly afraid.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "All the rooms are available. Please take whatever you want. Alders, I think you might like the tower. But please look around and pick whatever room you like."Katherin told them.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "I would enjoy that" Alders politely responded. He wanted the room farthest away from the others. The less they were inhabited by diseased, the less they threatened humanity as a whole. Even if it could not kill them, disease lingers in people it infects. Alders also enjoyed solitude. Not that these people were bad, they had been nothing but curdious to him, but he didn't do well with others twenty four seven and would like to have time to himself and not hear other people's talks. "how many people live her?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Right now I am the only one living here. I have like 30 some rooms. Honestly I haven't explored the whole castle yet. Katherin told him. She had gotten lost the last time she had tried to explore on her own. She thought she might take the time make a map but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Adjusting to being the keeper of a demon lord had taken over. Now that she had found some balance she might get back to trying to make one.@manapool1</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders smiled at the words. He was sure exploring the halls would be fun for him, and a good way to escape. Nearing his room he rushed to open the door. The inside was furnished beyond his belief and he was too excited to hold it in, but he did his best to do so. Despite being young, he remembered the house with his father.... among other things. That house was lively, silky and translucent orange and gold curtains, finely cut crystalline chandeliers and porcelain galore. The nostalgia of such a house was to die for, and he was getting all that here. "This is too much ms. Katherin, is there any way I can repay you?" he asked in a delighted manor.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "You don't have to repay me. As you can see I have more than I will ever need. Consider living here. Consider working together to find a way to live with our demons. We have a lot of time on our hands. The world will change but we never will. We need each other. Katherin told him. She didn't want to be alone forever. She had been alone her whole life. She didn't want to spend eternity alone.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo had barely left the room when Rez finally couldn't hold the pain anymore. Snatching at his shirt he tugged the hem up to his face and shoved it into his mouth in a crumpled lump of fabric. Barely had he chomped down on it when the screams came. Muffled through the shirt, they died before leaving the room. The pain was worse than usual, for the most part because no one had challenged Rez for a while, but also because he had done the challenging, because he had lost, and because he had challenged for something as meager as a card game. that last one only sometimes affected the outcome, for example the worse he fails the more pain, but for something like a card game, with the other combining factors, it didn't change anything. At some point in time he fell of the chair, landing hard on the ground with a 'ka-thunk', just adding to the pain. Finally, although really it was not long, Rez stopped thrashing like a land-bound fish, and curled up in a tight ball. Whimpering softly. Eventually even his muffled whimpers died out leaving a shaken mess of Rez on the floor. Climbing tediously to his feet, Rez stumbled over to the door, staggering out into the hall and collapsing in the entry hall, deciding he'd wait there until the others came back, and then he'd hopefully be able to find a room, all he wanted right then was to sleep. As a way to pass the time he fished his ear-buds out of a pocket and cranked the volume up to loud, picking a fast song, and tuning out of the real world, and in to the music.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "Well, I shall stay with you as long as I can, it's the least I can do to repay you for what you've done for me..." He gestured, awaiting his bags for the seemingly mute other man. Where all the other's mute? Katherin communicated through and the other one seemed to never talk. Perhaps he was just shy? Regardless he removed his cap and overjacket, leaving his brown hair and black shirt exposed. So this was his new family? H had a feeling they wouldn't be as odd as his father and mother. He could get used to this. The idea of eternal life, however, struck fear in him. Loosing everyone he knew outside of the castle? Watching the world end? Watching humanity end, it all seemed so painful. Would he aged, like a teen always desires? Sitting on the bed, the young man looked over and gave a weak smile. He was already akin to and enjoyed the new reservation!</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Suddenly snapping back to attention after having been wowed by the room that they had been led to, Kyo looked down in slight embarrassment as he handed over the suitcase and stepped away from the door to the room. It was kind of reassuring to have use of his hands again, though he hadn't really minded helping out. It just made it a lot easier to communicate with a second hand available. Giving one last smile in an attempt to reassure the nervous-looking young man, he waited in the hall for Katherin.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin waved her goodbye. She wanted to get the others settled. It was nice to have people around her. People who were struggling as much as she was. Maybe more she thought. Every demon was different. Just because she and Secrets had reached an agreement that didn't mean that the others had. She indicated for Kyo to follow her. "Pick a room. There are plenty."@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Now alone, Alders allowed a tear to come down his face before he sat down in the fetal position. It was too much for them to be so kind and for him to pity himself for it, Alders couldn't help but feel worse then ever for taking so much from her and giving nothing more in return. After a moments of silence he stood up and began to unpack, thinking over the others he wasn't sure what to think. Alders had only met a few, but he already had an odd feeling he wasn't ready to meet the others. He had to remember they had demons within, and that this made them dangerous. Of course the demon within decided to but in. "Your such a coward at times. You shouldn't stay too long, they are demons after all!" the demon sleazes within. It was clear he was trying to make thing look worse, and his tactics would have worked if Alders was slightly young. "Not today, I think I'm going to stay here for a while"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded in response and followed Katherin to find a room to stay in. As he looked around the hall at the many doors, he could hardly believe that the girl really live here by herself. "If it's alright for me to ask, how long have you lived here? Have you always lived by yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I have lived alone my whole life. Well I suppose that isn't completely true. I bounced around from foster home to foster home so I wasn't really alone until I was eighteen. Once I was too old for the system I was truly alone for the first time. But I have lived alone here for little over a year. I didn't even know about the aunt that left it to me until after she passed away." Katherin told him.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded solemnly, feeling a bit of empathy at the mention of being alone and without a permanent home. His own experiences after the accident his family was in had been pretty difficult. He hadn't been as lucky in his experience with anything to do with any aunts, however, and he still carried the remains of that time with him. He just couldn't get away from it, no matter how different his life was now. Still, that was all an explanation for another time, though he didn't doubt that she could get the information at any time. It wasn't so much a secret in his mind as just not immediately relevant, but he didn't know how Secrets determined what to take. "I see. It must have been very quiet, then." The silent male wasn't sure what more to say after that, not wanting to be too intrusive in his questioning or too imposing with his opinion. It was still something he worried about on a daily basis. As they walked by a few of the other rooms, however, he did finding himself somewhat drawn to one in particular. Nothing more special about it than he expected was in the other rooms, just a good feeling. Turning back to Katherin, he bowed his head a little. "I will take this room if it is alright. It will be nice to get some rest. Thank you, Miss Katherin."</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin hummed as she made her way to the kitchen. She wasn't the best cook but now that she had people to cook for, she wanted to cook for them. She asked Secrets if he knew what they would like but since most people didn't try to hide their favorite foods he didn't have an answer for her. So she decided on eggs. They were simple enough and most people liked them so it seemed like the best bet.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo woke up a bit slowly, a bit surprised that he hadn't suffered from any nightmares this time. Perhaps his demon was taking a break...or maybe just building up to something much worse later. It always seemed to like messing with him every now and then. Deciding to just be grateful for the time being, the dark-haired man rose to get ready for the day, blinking a bit sleepily at the room he found himself in. It took a moment for him to remember the details of exactly what happened the night before, but it made a bit more sense by the time he had cleaned up and gotten into a new change of clothing. Just a simple pair of black trousers and a nice blue shirt were all that he felt would be necessary for the day, though he slipped a hair tie into his pocket just in case before leaving the room. After a bit of wandering, the dark-eyed man eventually made it back to the main hall they had been in the day before, realizing that he actually didn't know where he should be going. Perhaps there is somewhere we should meet for breakfast? I wonder where the kitchen is...</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Stretching, Rez curled over, mumbling something vaguely along the lines of "don-wanna, go-way" before snuggling back down into the mountain of blankets and pillows. Dragging himself back up from sleep, Rez eventually woke up. Stretching up, he yawned, opening his eyes and looking round, slightly in shock. Where the hell was he? It took a few seconds of staring blankly at the roomful of books for Rez to remember what had happened. He groaned dropping his head in his hands, it still wasn't just a nightmare. Finally getting over that, he leapt up, Grabbing the book from the night before and reinstalling it in its place. Grumbling a little, he headed out of the library, wandering aimlessly until he stumbled across a scent that made his stomach growl. Following his nose to find the kitchen, he wandered into the main hall, seeing a head of vaguely familiar looking dark hair. Strolling over, Rez silently confirmed it was the same man he had challenged yesterday, and lost against. "Morning. Looking for the kitchen? I think it's this way," he gestured towards where the smell was coming from, the rumbling beast in his stomach agreeing with that statement. "Oh, I'm Rez by the way, I don't think I've introduced myself. Also, thank you for the game yesterday, sorry if it was a bit ……odd." He grinned then, happy and carefree, walking backwards in the direction he thought the kitchen was, not caring that he was still wearing the same rumpled clothes as the day before, nor that his white hair was sticking up, shooting off in every direction physically possible.@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo turned to the voice he heard with some slight surprise, not quite expecting to see the same male who had so suddenly asked for a game of card the other day. It made sense that he would still be here, of course, but his appearance in this particular place this early had caught him a bit off guard. Still, he nodded in response and took out his tablet to type. "Good morning, and yes, that is where I am headed. I hope that you slept well?" Honestly, he hadn't been too sure about that question, what with the appearance that he seemed to be sporting at the moment. It was already out there before he could take it back, though, so he continued and hoped that it would at least be ignored if it wasn't true. "I am Kyo. I cannot seem to remember whether or not I introduced myself either. I apologize for that rude error of mine, and it is nice to formally meet you." Since he seemed to be going off to the kitchen already, the silent male followed him, vaguely catching the scent of something cooking as he walked. It seemed that Rez did indeed know where he was going.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez grinned, "Oh I always look like this when I wake up, and yes I slept fine, don't really remember it, but I don't feel tired any more, sooo……" He was feeling talkative this morning. His hair would eventually stop mimicking a hedgehog, not that Rez cared, it could stay like that the whole day as far as he was concerned. He would change his clothes eventually, after breakfast, of course. All his spare gear was tucked away in the panniers on his motorbike, he'd left it there with the faint hope that this wouldn't take long, but he had vaguely known that that was just a wish. Still walking backwards, he leapt up a small group of stairs, tripping backwards on the top one and landing on his backside with a small 'thump'. His face showed shock, almost comically, staying frozen for a few seconds before erupting into a fit of laughter. Sniggering he sprung up, still grinning like a loon. "Hey I found this book in the library, this place is so big it even has a library and it's crammed full of books, anyway, there was this book with a picture of a dragon called Incognito, and it was going like this," He demonstrated, using the open flaps of his light blue hoodie to mimic the wings, wrapping his arms out in-front of him and ducking his head a little, peering at Kyo through a small gap. Giggling like a little kid he didn't see the wall, curtsy of going backwards, and so walked straight back into it. "Oopps." he snickered, making the most of having no voice in his head.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed man could tell that something was definitely different with the boy this morning, though he thought that perhaps it was just because he might have been tired the day before as well. When Rez fell after climbing the short group of stairs, however, he started to worry slightly. The slight shock on his face had hardly worn off and he hadn't even finished typing to ask if he was hurt before the younger male had burst out laughing and jumped back up. Before Kyo had time to completely comprehend the scene in front of him, Rez had already started going on about a...hiding dragon in a book...complete with a demonstration of exactly how it hid using his hoodie... ...which, of course, ended with him crashing backwards into something else. Now questioning whether he was being affected more from his unfortunate bumps into the various parts of the interior than he had previously thought, Kyo moved a bit closer to ascertain that there hadn't been any injury. "Are you really alright?" If his face hadn't been showing much concern before, it certainly was now, and he only hoped that the kitchen wasn't much further so perhaps they could get there without many more incidents.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Are you really alright?" Rez's head snapped up to look at the concerned face of Kyo, his red eyes gleaming in the light from the corridor. "Yep, I'm great, thanks." He smiled, "You gotta make the most out of life, and even more when you don't have a voice in your head." Picking himself up from where he had slumped down to the floor, Rez fell into step with Kyo, deciding they must be getting close as the smell was getting stronger. He knew he was acting like a five year old, not that it fazed him, these moments could be few and far between. Sprawling forwards, having tripped over his own feet, he grinned, "Hey, I found the kitchen!"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Good morning. I was just about to go looking for everyone. I made some eggs. If you want something else please feel free. I am not the best cook but I am working on learning."Katherin told them. She wanted them to stay. She would do whatever it took. She had a feeling that they were going to need each other. Maybe not to day but eventually. The demons were not easy to manage alone. Surely having someone supporting them would make things easier.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Oh, oh, oh, do you have potatoes?????" Rez sprung up from the floor and bounced over to Katherin, a massive grin spreading across his face. He'd never really liked eggs, but that was okay, it was the thought that counted, and anyway, how was she supposed to know what random strangers liked to eat? He started opening cupboards randomly, fishing out a fair sized fry-pan, and setting it on a counter. "Oh, sorry," he muttered, realizing he'd been rude.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Please feel free to make yourself at home."Katherin assured him. She was glad that he had felt comfortable enough to go looking for what he needed. She hoped that meant that he felt at home her. She desperately wanted the others to stay. She didn't want to be alone anymore. And she knew they would need each other. People would be hunting them. She wanted her new family to be safe. And she did consider the others family.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) After receiving permission to keep rummaging, Rez hunted around, grabbing out; a grater, a plate, an armfull of potatoes, a slab of butter and a fish-slice thingie. Dumping them all on the bench, he filled the bottom of the sink with water, scrubbed the potatoes, placed the fry-pan on a hot-plate, turning it on and dropping some butter in. Letting the butter melt, Rez grated the potatoes onto a chopping board, grabbing a couple of handfuls and dropping them into the hot butter. Flipping the potato patties over when each side was cooked, Rez dropped them on the plate, and added more to the pan, grabbing one and munching as he cooked.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Good morning, Miss Winter. I hope that you slept well, and thank you for your kindness." Kyo bowed his head slightly when he saw Katherin, greeting her the same way he always felt was natural. "I would be glad to have some of the eggs if that is alright. May I also make some tea if there is any available?" He kept his eyes slightly averted as the tablet read out the request, still unable to make direct eye contact during this sort of situation. It just didn't feel natural to him to do so.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Of course you can. I am sure I have some here somewhere."Katherin frowned at the cabinets. She had bought some for herself. But she couldn't remember where she had put it. She started opening cabinets."I've got raspberry and regular. We can go into town later and get whatever I don't have."She told him setting the two flavors down.</s> <\|message\|>Death A small box filled with an assortment of tea bags sat precariously on the dusty surface of the mahogany table in the old, frigid study. A few empty packages were scattered along side the box. Accompanying the box was a stack of old books, hard cover and full of thick yellowish pages. A soft, ethereal chuckle echoed from the corners of the study as another cup of tea poured itself from a steaming kettle, which somehow stayed hot in spite of the cold air. With one book finished, the slender fingers of a gloved hand set the finished tome down on the table and picked up another, bringing it into the seat along with the refilled teacup. The faint smell of earl grey wafted out from under the study door and into the hall.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Thank you, raspberry will be fine. I'm sorry to trouble you like this." Kyo gave a small smile as he placed his tablet down on the counter while he looked for a kettle. After a bit of searching, he eventually found one and began to fill it with water, but stopped in realization before he finished. Turning back to the tablet, he began typing again. "Would you like for me to make a cup for you as well?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I would love a cup of tea."Katherin replied. she filled her plate with eggs and sat at the table watching the other two. She was glad that she had been chosen to be the keeper of a demon. Because of Secrets she had a chance to make new friends. She had a chance to build a family. Something she doubted thst she coukd have had a chance at without the life changing event of recieving a demon.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The male's dark hair bobbed along with his head as he nodded in response, prompting him to take the chance to tie it back before he went back to filling the kettle. As soon as he had it set on the stove, he began to search for a couple of teacups. Setting them on the table once he had them in hand, he turned back to the cabinets again. "Do you like cream or sugar, or anything else in your tea?"</s>
<\|description\|>Kyo Alavondai Age: 21 Appearance: Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything. He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him. Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed. Demon: Nightmares</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Oh, oh, oh, do you have potatoes?????" Rez sprung up from the floor and bounced over to Katherin, a massive grin spreading across his face. He'd never really liked eggs, but that was okay, it was the thought that counted, and anyway, how was she supposed to know what random strangers liked to eat? He started opening cupboards randomly, fishing out a fair sized fry-pan, and setting it on a counter. "Oh, sorry," he muttered, realizing he'd been rude.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Please feel free to make yourself at home."Katherin assured him. She was glad that he had felt comfortable enough to go looking for what he needed. She hoped that meant that he felt at home her. She desperately wanted the others to stay. She didn't want to be alone anymore. And she knew they would need each other. People would be hunting them. She wanted her new family to be safe. And she did consider the others family.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) After receiving permission to keep rummaging, Rez hunted around, grabbing out; a grater, a plate, an armfull of potatoes, a slab of butter and a fish-slice thingie. Dumping them all on the bench, he filled the bottom of the sink with water, scrubbed the potatoes, placed the fry-pan on a hot-plate, turning it on and dropping some butter in. Letting the butter melt, Rez grated the potatoes onto a chopping board, grabbing a couple of handfuls and dropping them into the hot butter. Flipping the potato patties over when each side was cooked, Rez dropped them on the plate, and added more to the pan, grabbing one and munching as he cooked.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Good morning, Miss Winter. I hope that you slept well, and thank you for your kindness." Kyo bowed his head slightly when he saw Katherin, greeting her the same way he always felt was natural. "I would be glad to have some of the eggs if that is alright. May I also make some tea if there is any available?" He kept his eyes slightly averted as the tablet read out the request, still unable to make direct eye contact during this sort of situation. It just didn't feel natural to him to do so.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Of course you can. I am sure I have some here somewhere."Katherin frowned at the cabinets. She had bought some for herself. But she couldn't remember where she had put it. She started opening cabinets."I've got raspberry and regular. We can go into town later and get whatever I don't have."She told him setting the two flavors down.</s> <\|message\|>Death A small box filled with an assortment of tea bags sat precariously on the dusty surface of the mahogany table in the old, frigid study. A few empty packages were scattered along side the box. Accompanying the box was a stack of old books, hard cover and full of thick yellowish pages. A soft, ethereal chuckle echoed from the corners of the study as another cup of tea poured itself from a steaming kettle, which somehow stayed hot in spite of the cold air. With one book finished, the slender fingers of a gloved hand set the finished tome down on the table and picked up another, bringing it into the seat along with the refilled teacup. The faint smell of earl grey wafted out from under the study door and into the hall.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "Thank you, raspberry will be fine. I'm sorry to trouble you like this." Kyo gave a small smile as he placed his tablet down on the counter while he looked for a kettle. After a bit of searching, he eventually found one and began to fill it with water, but stopped in realization before he finished. Turning back to the tablet, he began typing again. "Would you like for me to make a cup for you as well?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I would love a cup of tea."Katherin replied. she filled her plate with eggs and sat at the table watching the other two. She was glad that she had been chosen to be the keeper of a demon. Because of Secrets she had a chance to make new friends. She had a chance to build a family. Something she doubted thst she coukd have had a chance at without the life changing event of recieving a demon.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The male's dark hair bobbed along with his head as he nodded in response, prompting him to take the chance to tie it back before he went back to filling the kettle. As soon as he had it set on the stove, he began to search for a couple of teacups. Setting them on the table once he had them in hand, he turned back to the cabinets again. "Do you like cream or sugar, or anything else in your tea?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Honey please." Katherin answered with a smile. "I was thinking of making a list of things and going into town. I try to go into town ever day or two to feed Secrets and get supplies. You are all welcome to come if you like." She encouraged them hoping that atleast a couple of them would choose to come with her. She wanted to spend more time with them. Plus it would be nice to have company on the trip.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Having finished cooking all the homemade potato patties, Rez turned the stove off, snagging himself another pattie, before offering some to the other two. "Can I please come? Into town I mean?" He queried, finishing his mouthful, and grinning happily. He had started to relax around these people, and he couldn't think when that had started, but he was quite fine with it. "Also I hope you don't mind, I might of slept in the library." Taking another massive bite of his food, he leaned against the counter, watching Kyo like a kid might, with the big curious eyes and all.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Of course you are welcome to come. I think it is better if we all go together. That way we can all get what we want and need from town."Katherin was glad that they were both interested in going with her. She hoped that spending time with them would help her get to know them. She eat her eggs and drank her tea. She was happy now that she had others in her life. She hoped that it would last awhile.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded as he brought the rest of the items for the tea to the table, turning back after to bring his tablet with him. "Going into town sounds fine. It would probably be a good idea to learn a bit about the area if we will be here for a while, anyway." He could already think of a few things that he would probably need soon, so the timing seemed very convenient. He wondered if they might find out more about their odd situation somehow as well; there were still so many questions to ask.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Polishing off his food, Rez resisted the urge to lick his plate, he really didn't need them thinking he was that rude and wild. "Well then," he said, pushing himself up from where he had been leaning rinsing the plate in the sink, "I'm gonna go get changed, uhhh…… where do you want this?" he gestured with the plate, flinging tiny drops of water everywhere within a three foot radius. "Oh sorry." He muttered, slowly seeming to age from his hyper five-year-old attitude, to a more laid back ten-year-old mind-frame.@KatherinWinter</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter @SilverWolfAngel "Just set it on the counter. I will put everything away while you guys get ready. The town people are very friendly. They have been very helpful. I'll show you around. I haven't explore all of the city but I know where most of the stuff is. So if you make a list we can get the whatever you need."Katherin told them as she finished her food. She carried her plate over to the sink. She quickly washed them.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded as he soon finished eating and brought his dishes to the sink as well, hoping not to take too long in in getting ready. "Thank you, Miss Winter. Should we meet in the front hall once we have prepared?" The prospect of going out was becoming more appealing by the minute, and he already had a few ideas in mind for what he needed to do.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded. That was a good place for them to meet. She finished putting things away before heading to the front hall. She tucked her tablet into her purse so that she would have it if she needed it.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After a few minutes of searching for his room again followed by some short preparations, Kyo eventually stepped out into the hall again and tried to navigate back toward the front of the building as quickly as possible. "I apologize for the wait." He let the tablet read out his message when he approached the meeting point and Katherin, inclining his head the way he normally did for such things. Taking a moment to adjust the soft grey jacket he wore and the small messenger bag over his shoulder, he looked around to see if the other male had arrived yet.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Heading out to where his motorbike had been abandoned, Rez rifled through the panniers, pulling out a rumpled but clean grey tee shirt and tugging it on. Digging deeper he snagged a few things he thought might need and dropped them all in a bum-bag that he then belted snugly round his waist. Slipping back into the castle he saw he was back just behind Kyo. "sorry if I'm late" he offered, then brightened "So, can we go now?" he shrugged back into his light-morning-blue hoodie and held the door open, standing like doormen supposedly do, "Madam, Sir." he gestured.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Ready?"Katherin smiled at the other two. She was still hoping more would come but she would have to wait and see. She opened the door and lead the way to her VW bus. She didn't know if the others had brought their own transportation or not. She would prefer they travel together but she would understand if they wanted to go on their own.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded to the other male out of habit as he held the door open and walked outside after Katherin. As she led them to her vehicle, he suddenly realized that he hadn't had any idea of how they would be traveling to get to town. He would have to be a bit more careful of things like that in the future; of course it wouldn't be likely for town to be that close. Tapping on the surface of the tablet again, he typed out another message: "Will we be going by car, then? About how far is it to town?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Letting the door swing shut with a clank, Rez skipped along behind the other two happily, small clumps of gravel spilling out from under his feet. He skidded slightly, pulling to a stop next to Katherin, content to hitch a lift with her. He gave her a smile, happy, just cause.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter @SilverWolfAngel "Yes we will be going by car. We can take mine." Katherin answered indicating to her van. "It not far about five miles. But most of it is mountain. Going down wouldn't be hard but going back up with supplies could be a challenge." She didn't mind walking but climbing the mountain wasn't that much fun. It wasn't something she wanted to do with supplies. Still it was his choice.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai "I see." Kyo nodded once again, agreeing that climbing the mountain on the way back probably wouldn't be the best idea. "Alright, then. Shall we go?" He smiled and made his way over to the vehicle, ready to head on out.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter @SilverWolfAngel Katherin started the car and headed down the mountain. She was looking forward to showing them around town. She told him alittle about the town as she drove wanting to make them feel at home. When the reached the bottom of the mountain she headed to the superstore. She figured that way they could almost everything at once. "Do you want to stay together or go on our own?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo listened carefully as Katherin relayed what she knew about the town, doing his best to memorize what he could. He knew that he probably wouldn't get it all in one try, but at least he had something to go off of for the time being. As they approached the destination, he found himself slightly unsure as to how he wanted to go about the task ahead of them. It probably wouldn't matter, but it did seem like a pretty big store... "I am fine either way, though perhaps it might be better with some direction, since it's still a fairly new place. It seems like a rather large one, at that."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Together, together." Rez sang slightly, bouncing on his toes. Then pulling himself together he added, more seriously; "But maybe if we want we could split off later?" For now he was happy to follow the others.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded as she climbed out of the car. She took her tablet out to answer. "Yes. If you want to explore on your own I understand. Just be careful. There are people who are hunting us. No one knows who we are yet and we dont want to attract their attention. But we can only hid so long."</s>	<\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed man's brow furrowed slightly in concern as he heard Katherin's warning. "Hunting? Why?" Such a thing was certainly concerning; who would do something like that? And should they have taken more precautions before leaving the castle if this were true? He tried to think back on whether or not she had mentioned anything about it before, but he couldn't seem to be sure. If only I hadn't been so tired...this kind of information is something important to have very early on...I should have been listening more closely...</s>
<\|description\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Age: 16 Demon: Defeat Personality: Strong but shy, he's not afraid of much. Even before Defeat took residence in his head he often rose to challenges, failing more often than not. He has a habit of failing drastically and dragging himself back up and trying again. Stubborn as a mule, he will fight till the very end. Rez hates his full name, and so goes by Rez as his nickname. A little naive Rez tries his hardest, loves music, and books. He can fight, having been taught by an over protective older brother, but isn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. Not that he's an idiot, just that there are many things he thinks are unnecessary to know, or can be bothered learning about. Practical, that the word, Rez likes practical things. Bio: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Wait……… immortal, like immortal? as in living forever? Won't that be incredibly lonely?" Rez was only just grasping some of the thins she had said earlier. "So the choice is; Live forever with demons driving that tiny sane part of us crazy, OR Get rid of them and die? …Hang-on… immortal not indestructible, right? So what happens if we die vaguely normally?" Rez had a bad habit of often speaking out loud when puzzling through things, it helped him think, but others often found it annoying, or weird; and albino brat talking to himself, not an everyday occurrence for most people, but everyday occurrences were very far from here.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Immortal as in nothing can kill you. Trust me on this I have tested it. We can't be killed by any method. You could get sit on a bomb and live. We don't have to be lonely. Part of the reason here is to invite you all a piece. Now that you have demons you cant live in the normal world. People will notice that you aren't aging. People will hunt us. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Before he could stop it a single tear traced his cheek, what was that for? "So we're gonna live here forever?" He grinned suddenly randomly, "We should probably get nice furniture then, just saying." Slowly his words were getting more and more likely to be provoking. Rez knew it was time to start shutting up before he cornered someone into challenging him, just as the voice was aiming for. He had found that as long as he didn't believe things were challenges he didn't have to accept them, but with no challenges he found himself trying to provoke others. Of course as a last resort to shut his voice up he could challenge others, but it wasn't the same.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked, a bit shocked by the new information. There was a way out? They could seal the demons back up? But then they would die in the process...wait, she had tested their indestructability? The boy wasn't sure how to respond to that thought, but it worried him a bit. "We can still be hurt, though, can't we? We may not die, but I doubt that it a reason not to be careful." The information about staying here had also caught him by surprise, but he wasn't sure how to act on that, either. People hunting them? He supposed that was entirely possible, even probable with some of the strange effects he had already experienced, but it was still an odd thought. "Are we really staying here? What about our lives out there? Is it really impossible to return to them?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Its not completely impossible to go back to your lives. But you won't be able to stay long. Maybe ten fifteen years if your lucky. People will notice that you aren't aging. You're welcome to stay But I won't force you. This meeting is for giving yinfinformation and offering you a safe place. Katherin explained.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Sooo…… If we can't live OUR life, then Who's life do we live? We could reinvent our self over and over I suppose, moving and changing names, appearances, and all that, but why?" Rez was babbling and he knew it but wasn't gonna stop, yet. "I mean, what do we want to do with our life if we have to live like this? I don't really know about you, but I'm not totally enjoying having someone in my head bossing me around, I'm sorry, but I am NEVER going back to those sici, sicatra, Sacias, sintara……… whoever those things are. Never again, thank you verry much." He knew he had gone off on a tangent, he also knew that he was probably provoking Katherin, as she had said she had been training to be one of those psychiatrist, psychologist people or something like that. His voice was busy whispering; Go for it, provoke her, make her mad, come on challenge her, it dosn't have to be her, anyone will do, throw me a bone, yeah? Come on, you haven't gotten yourself a challenge for ages, and you know what that means. Just challange her, him, any one of them, the next one to speak, there, challenge the next on to speak, OOOHHH…… what about the one in the back, with blue hair? She looks easy to take on, beat her, come on. Unless you want to fail? In that case how about him, the one with ice eyes? Or Mister talkative over here? I really don't care who you challange, but hurry up and do it! It was getting more than Rez could bare, the constant nagging of his voice for a challenge, the news that he would be like this forever. "So is there any way out that doesn't include dying? And if not, What the hell do we plan to do with our lives?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After thinking for another moment, Kyo eventually just nodded his head. "I see, that makes enough sense. Thank you for the consideration, that's very kind of you." Honestly, he thought that the other one had a point as well; it would certainly be difficult to live like this with the demons. If they could do so, however, there probably wouldn't ' the many limits as to what they could do with the rest of their lives. As long as they were careful not to reveal their situation, anyway. Still, if they could find another way out, he didn't doubt that many, if not all of them, would probably take that route. It wasn't sounding too likely just yet, though. Stifling another yawn, the tired male shook his head in an attempt to stay alert.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "No there isn't any other way to get rid of the demons without dying. The demons are a part of us now. If they aren't inside us we die. I don't know what you want to do with your life. I am here to offer you a option. Whether you take that option or not is up to you. I think that despite our demons and the negative things that come from having them that we can do good in the world. I don't know how yet but I think it is a possibility. For now why don't I show you to your rooms so you can rest and think?" Katherin replies.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) At Katherin's reply Rez groaned, half at what she had said and half at the pain that was starting to lace through his head. It wasn't much at the moment, just a dull throb, but over time it would grow. The voice was right, he had to challenge someone, but he was also scared he would lose. "Great idea. Mister talkative here" he gestured at Kyo…… "I missed your name, looks like he is gonna collapse, and I really need to…… to……" he stammered to a stop, fighting inwardly with the voice, hoping for a blank that wasn't coming. "Please tell me you have nice beds, because I ain't sleeping on the floor………" He trailed off again, grabbing at his head as the voice started screaming, yelling that he had to phrase that more brutally, to provoke her, all of it above the pounding of his headache. The problem he thought, was that, even though accepting challenges was easy for him, delivering them was not always.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo almost missed what was being said, so it took a moment to fully process what he had heard before he could type out an acceptable response. "I should be alright, this is not the first time I have had to deal with the differences in time zones. Still, I agree that a rest would be very beneficial. Thank you." Since the boy nearby seemed to be acting so strangely, he stopped for a moment to look toward him. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "I'm Fine just…… I just need to sle…… Challenge…… Fight……" The voice was slipping through, speaking with Rez's voice, "No! I…… Fight you…… In … a bou…… , Game of Snap!" Rez shot the last part out in the hope there would be no chance for the voice to intervene. "I challenge you to a game of snap." He knew it was crazy, and that the others would probably think he was weird, but the others weren't normal either. He looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes that the other boy would agree to the challenge. He didn't know why he chose Kyo, but now the challenge was out……… He just hoped it was accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed boy watched quietly for a moment before typing his response. "Snap?" He tilted his head to the side, giving the other male a slightly curious look. "I'm not sure that I know of it, but I can certainly try."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez's shoulders slumped in relief, he hadn't even realized he was tense. But not knowing what Snap was? ……Okay. "Well snap is a game of card, where you each get half the deck and turn over one card per turn. If two cards of the same number come up in a row you slam your hand down and shout 'SNAP'. You try to be the first person to do this. If you are the first person you collect all the cards in the 'discard' pile and start a new pile. The aim of the game is to get all the cards." As he was talking, the voice having dropped it's voice by a few decibels, Rez hooked a deck of card out of his pocket and started shuffling them nervously.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded at the instructions, watching carefully as the other boy shuffled the cards. "It sounds simple enough. Should we take a table for the game?" The request had been a bit odd, but seeing how he had just been acting and the way he seemed to have loosened up a bit at that moment, the quiet boy wondered if perhaps it was an issue with his demon. Can it be calmed like that? How curious...</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Yes a table might help, I always played it on the floor, but it's your choice as the challenged." Rez realized that it probably would have been easier to have picked a quick game, like go-fish, or memory, but snap had been what was in his head, so snap is what he had said. He looked at Katherin, hoping she didn't mind his being really rather rude. "You don't happen to have a spare table lying round?" He queried.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "A small table?" Katherine typed. She nodded. She indicsted for the two of them to follow her. She lead them down the hall past several doors to what she called the game room. It held a pool table. A round table. A foisall table a dartboard, and other game related items. "This is the game room. There are cards and chips over there."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Thanks" Rez said, grabbing a chair and slouching at the round table, He kept shuffling the cards, Ignoring the voice whispering that he should rig the game, the voice may be a scoundrel, but Rez hated to cheat, if he was going to win he was going to win this fair and square, whatever the consequences. As he dealt, splitting the deck into two piles, Rez asked something of Kyo; "Hey, can… um… you do me a favor? If I lose…… can you leave me alone for a little while?" He wasn't sure how harsh the consequence would be, but he never liked others to see his weak side. "Please?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo looked around the room that Katherin had led them to in awe. This castle really was prepared for everything, it seemed. It made him wonder what other kinds of rooms it held. I'll have to ask for a full tour later, if she has time... Turning back toward the girl before following the other male to the table, he nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, this is quite impressive." Once at the table, however, he couldn't help but worry a bit again at the way Rez looked while shuffling the cards. His request, too, sounded a bit...perhaps melancholy? Or maybe just tired? He wasn't sure, to be honest, but he nodded. If this was something to do with his demon, then it made sense that it probably ended with something less than pleasant to have others see. Of course, I'm sure you know all about that by now, don't you? You had such interesting ones a couple of weeks ago, it's actually really fun trying to come up with ways to top that~.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Finally, with two even piles of cards before him, Rez offered first pick to Kyo. "Gentleman first" he joked, covering up his dread for the end of the game.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo placed his tablet down next to him on the table and took the card pile to his left, sliding it closer to where he was. Placing one hand on the top card, he nodded to indicate that he was ready and got ready to flip the card as soon as his opponent did so.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Pulling the other pile closer to himself, Rez placed on thumb on top of the top card and his fingers in a position that left them ready to grasp the bottom face of said card. It meant that when he drew the card it was facing away from himself, leaving no room to call him a cheater; a favorite tactic of old opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo quickly flipped his card directly onto the table as soon Rez moved, somehow feeling an extra urgency to move quickly. Looking down at the result, he soon moved his hand back to his pile when he realized that the cards were different. Just as quickly as the first time, though, he drew a second card to place down a moment later.</s>	<\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo was Fast! Rez grinned matching his pace and flipping another few cards, blacks and reds, one after the other. It wasn't till about their seventh card that a match came up. Double sixes. Tugging his right hand, the one he had been using for flipping cards, out of the fray, Rez slammed his left hand towards the table, calling "Snap!" as he did so. It wasn't a rule to use the other hand, just habit.</s>
<\|description\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Age: 16 Demon: Defeat Personality: Strong but shy, he's not afraid of much. Even before Defeat took residence in his head he often rose to challenges, failing more often than not. He has a habit of failing drastically and dragging himself back up and trying again. Stubborn as a mule, he will fight till the very end. Rez hates his full name, and so goes by Rez as his nickname. A little naive Rez tries his hardest, loves music, and books. He can fight, having been taught by an over protective older brother, but isn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. Not that he's an idiot, just that there are many things he thinks are unnecessary to know, or can be bothered learning about. Practical, that the word, Rez likes practical things. Bio: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai After thinking for another moment, Kyo eventually just nodded his head. "I see, that makes enough sense. Thank you for the consideration, that's very kind of you." Honestly, he thought that the other one had a point as well; it would certainly be difficult to live like this with the demons. If they could do so, however, there probably wouldn't ' the many limits as to what they could do with the rest of their lives. As long as they were careful not to reveal their situation, anyway. Still, if they could find another way out, he didn't doubt that many, if not all of them, would probably take that route. It wasn't sounding too likely just yet, though. Stifling another yawn, the tired male shook his head in an attempt to stay alert.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "No there isn't any other way to get rid of the demons without dying. The demons are a part of us now. If they aren't inside us we die. I don't know what you want to do with your life. I am here to offer you a option. Whether you take that option or not is up to you. I think that despite our demons and the negative things that come from having them that we can do good in the world. I don't know how yet but I think it is a possibility. For now why don't I show you to your rooms so you can rest and think?" Katherin replies.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) At Katherin's reply Rez groaned, half at what she had said and half at the pain that was starting to lace through his head. It wasn't much at the moment, just a dull throb, but over time it would grow. The voice was right, he had to challenge someone, but he was also scared he would lose. "Great idea. Mister talkative here" he gestured at Kyo…… "I missed your name, looks like he is gonna collapse, and I really need to…… to……" he stammered to a stop, fighting inwardly with the voice, hoping for a blank that wasn't coming. "Please tell me you have nice beds, because I ain't sleeping on the floor………" He trailed off again, grabbing at his head as the voice started screaming, yelling that he had to phrase that more brutally, to provoke her, all of it above the pounding of his headache. The problem he thought, was that, even though accepting challenges was easy for him, delivering them was not always.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo almost missed what was being said, so it took a moment to fully process what he had heard before he could type out an acceptable response. "I should be alright, this is not the first time I have had to deal with the differences in time zones. Still, I agree that a rest would be very beneficial. Thank you." Since the boy nearby seemed to be acting so strangely, he stopped for a moment to look toward him. "Are you alright? Is something bothering you?"</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "I'm Fine just…… I just need to sle…… Challenge…… Fight……" The voice was slipping through, speaking with Rez's voice, "No! I…… Fight you…… In … a bou…… , Game of Snap!" Rez shot the last part out in the hope there would be no chance for the voice to intervene. "I challenge you to a game of snap." He knew it was crazy, and that the others would probably think he was weird, but the others weren't normal either. He looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes that the other boy would agree to the challenge. He didn't know why he chose Kyo, but now the challenge was out……… He just hoped it was accepted.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai The dark-eyed boy watched quietly for a moment before typing his response. "Snap?" He tilted his head to the side, giving the other male a slightly curious look. "I'm not sure that I know of it, but I can certainly try."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez's shoulders slumped in relief, he hadn't even realized he was tense. But not knowing what Snap was? ……Okay. "Well snap is a game of card, where you each get half the deck and turn over one card per turn. If two cards of the same number come up in a row you slam your hand down and shout 'SNAP'. You try to be the first person to do this. If you are the first person you collect all the cards in the 'discard' pile and start a new pile. The aim of the game is to get all the cards." As he was talking, the voice having dropped it's voice by a few decibels, Rez hooked a deck of card out of his pocket and started shuffling them nervously.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded at the instructions, watching carefully as the other boy shuffled the cards. "It sounds simple enough. Should we take a table for the game?" The request had been a bit odd, but seeing how he had just been acting and the way he seemed to have loosened up a bit at that moment, the quiet boy wondered if perhaps it was an issue with his demon. Can it be calmed like that? How curious...</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Yes a table might help, I always played it on the floor, but it's your choice as the challenged." Rez realized that it probably would have been easier to have picked a quick game, like go-fish, or memory, but snap had been what was in his head, so snap is what he had said. He looked at Katherin, hoping she didn't mind his being really rather rude. "You don't happen to have a spare table lying round?" He queried.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "A small table?" Katherine typed. She nodded. She indicsted for the two of them to follow her. She lead them down the hall past several doors to what she called the game room. It held a pool table. A round table. A foisall table a dartboard, and other game related items. "This is the game room. There are cards and chips over there."</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) "Thanks" Rez said, grabbing a chair and slouching at the round table, He kept shuffling the cards, Ignoring the voice whispering that he should rig the game, the voice may be a scoundrel, but Rez hated to cheat, if he was going to win he was going to win this fair and square, whatever the consequences. As he dealt, splitting the deck into two piles, Rez asked something of Kyo; "Hey, can… um… you do me a favor? If I lose…… can you leave me alone for a little while?" He wasn't sure how harsh the consequence would be, but he never liked others to see his weak side. "Please?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo looked around the room that Katherin had led them to in awe. This castle really was prepared for everything, it seemed. It made him wonder what other kinds of rooms it held. I'll have to ask for a full tour later, if she has time... Turning back toward the girl before following the other male to the table, he nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, this is quite impressive." Once at the table, however, he couldn't help but worry a bit again at the way Rez looked while shuffling the cards. His request, too, sounded a bit...perhaps melancholy? Or maybe just tired? He wasn't sure, to be honest, but he nodded. If this was something to do with his demon, then it made sense that it probably ended with something less than pleasant to have others see. Of course, I'm sure you know all about that by now, don't you? You had such interesting ones a couple of weeks ago, it's actually really fun trying to come up with ways to top that~.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Finally, with two even piles of cards before him, Rez offered first pick to Kyo. "Gentleman first" he joked, covering up his dread for the end of the game.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo placed his tablet down next to him on the table and took the card pile to his left, sliding it closer to where he was. Placing one hand on the top card, he nodded to indicate that he was ready and got ready to flip the card as soon as his opponent did so.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Pulling the other pile closer to himself, Rez placed on thumb on top of the top card and his fingers in a position that left them ready to grasp the bottom face of said card. It meant that when he drew the card it was facing away from himself, leaving no room to call him a cheater; a favorite tactic of old opponents.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo quickly flipped his card directly onto the table as soon Rez moved, somehow feeling an extra urgency to move quickly. Looking down at the result, he soon moved his hand back to his pile when he realized that the cards were different. Just as quickly as the first time, though, he drew a second card to place down a moment later.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo was Fast! Rez grinned matching his pace and flipping another few cards, blacks and reds, one after the other. It wasn't till about their seventh card that a match came up. Double sixes. Tugging his right hand, the one he had been using for flipping cards, out of the fray, Rez slammed his left hand towards the table, calling "Snap!" as he did so. It wasn't a rule to use the other hand, just habit.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo blinked at how quickly the other boy had claimed the cards, a bit too stunned to react himself for the moment. Perhaps he hadn't been as prepared as he thought after all. Either way, at least he was sure of how it worked now. Nodding in acknowledgement, he placed his hand back on the top of his stack and started quickly flipping cards over again. Once another pair showed up, he tried to slam his hand down the same way Rez had before. Checking the cards after, he could see that it was a pair if fours this time.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Well Rez though, He seems to have gotten the hang of the game Rez got himself another pair, and then accidentally attempted for a six and a nine, the voice urging him on. When he saw that they weren't even a pair he blushed scarlet red, much the same colour as his eyes, standing out radically against his white hair. "Sorry" He mumbled, shamefaced, before indicating he was ready to start again. But that had left him flustered, and for the next few pairs he barely realized they were there until they were gone.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo took another few pairs, noticing that the boy in front of him seemed to have gotten a bit distracted. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't entirely sure what he was trying to get out of the game. Did he need to win or lose? What happened either way? While he was lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn't notice the next pair himself. He shook his head quickly as he tried to refocus.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Missing a pair, and barely snagging another, Rez tried really hard to ignore the voice, yabbing on about random cards, cards that weren't even in play! Did the voice WANT to lose?! Gritting his jaw, Rez focused, at least as much as the voice would let him; and promptly lost another handful of pairs! Why in the world would the Voice want to lose? It knew as well as he did it was not pleasant, that there was a price to pay, but really he thought, it was probably because he had been the one to challenge, not to be challenged, as then the voice would help as much as it saw fit to. But that was beside the point. The point was slowly but surely Rez was losing, and he was going to take it like a man, ……or an albino boy at least.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo didn't really realize how many pairs he had collected until he lost another pair and took another look at his pile. It was getting pretty tall; there were probably only a few more pairs that could be played before the game ended. Though, he still didn't understand much besides the fact that the other male seemed to become more flustered as time went on. Wait, should he have just let him win? Would that have been more helpful? The realization made him hesitate at the next pair out of distraction, though he could see that it probably wouldn't do much good at this point when he tuned back in. Only a few cards left. It made him wonder, though; if they didn't get any matches for the last two cards, how would that affect things?</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Rez ran out of cards to place, he got quite a shock too, watching the center pile as he was, he reached for a card 'flipped it over' and realized he was holding nothing. Blinking he glanced at his nonexistent pile, a taste of bile rising in the back of his throat, there was only a slim chance for him to win now, a slim chance to continue the game, and he was going to take it, that slim chance. Glancing up at Kyo he explained what happened now; "Since I've run out of cards, you just keep putting cards down, and wait and see it ther is a pair, if one comes up and I get it, we continue playing normally, if however you get the pair, you win." He had known people to be in the same position he was in and come back and win the game, but that was few and far between, and not likely, but Rez always fought to the bitter end.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded, looking back to the table and flipping over more cards. Oddly enough, it seemed to be taking a really long time for a match to show up. Four, five, six...ten, twelve, fourteen... The air felt awkwardly tense to him by the time the sixteenth card revealed another pair. Almost doing a double take, he closed his eyes for a second as he felt his hand almost move on its own, just waiting for the sound of either person's hand hitting the stack in the center.</s>	<\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Seconds, that's all it took. Rez was seconds behind Kyo, but those seconds cost him dearly. Spotting the pair Rez slammed his hand down, too slow, accidentally squashing Kyo's hand beneath his own. Already he could feel the pain beginning to lance through his head, ricocheting off his skull, reverberating, slowly growing stronger and stronger. Snatching his hand back from the table, Rez looked at Kyo, pleading with his eyes, hoping the other boy remembered that Rez just needed to be alone. He would thank him for the game later, when he could think clearly again. NO…… seconds, gimme seconds. Rez begged silently, struggling to keep his hands from trembling, a futile effort, what with his whole body shivering like he was out in the snow with summer clothes.</s>
<\|description\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Age: 16 Demon: Defeat Personality: Strong but shy, he's not afraid of much. Even before Defeat took residence in his head he often rose to challenges, failing more often than not. He has a habit of failing drastically and dragging himself back up and trying again. Stubborn as a mule, he will fight till the very end. Rez hates his full name, and so goes by Rez as his nickname. A little naive Rez tries his hardest, loves music, and books. He can fight, having been taught by an over protective older brother, but isn't necessarily the brightest crayon in the box. Not that he's an idiot, just that there are many things he thinks are unnecessary to know, or can be bothered learning about. Practical, that the word, Rez likes practical things. Bio: WIP</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "All the rooms are available. Please take whatever you want. Alders, I think you might like the tower. But please look around and pick whatever room you like."Katherin told them.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "I would enjoy that" Alders politely responded. He wanted the room farthest away from the others. The less they were inhabited by diseased, the less they threatened humanity as a whole. Even if it could not kill them, disease lingers in people it infects. Alders also enjoyed solitude. Not that these people were bad, they had been nothing but curdious to him, but he didn't do well with others twenty four seven and would like to have time to himself and not hear other people's talks. "how many people live her?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Right now I am the only one living here. I have like 30 some rooms. Honestly I haven't explored the whole castle yet. Katherin told him. She had gotten lost the last time she had tried to explore on her own. She thought she might take the time make a map but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Adjusting to being the keeper of a demon lord had taken over. Now that she had found some balance she might get back to trying to make one.@manapool1</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders smiled at the words. He was sure exploring the halls would be fun for him, and a good way to escape. Nearing his room he rushed to open the door. The inside was furnished beyond his belief and he was too excited to hold it in, but he did his best to do so. Despite being young, he remembered the house with his father.... among other things. That house was lively, silky and translucent orange and gold curtains, finely cut crystalline chandeliers and porcelain galore. The nostalgia of such a house was to die for, and he was getting all that here. "This is too much ms. Katherin, is there any way I can repay you?" he asked in a delighted manor.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "You don't have to repay me. As you can see I have more than I will ever need. Consider living here. Consider working together to find a way to live with our demons. We have a lot of time on our hands. The world will change but we never will. We need each other. Katherin told him. She didn't want to be alone forever. She had been alone her whole life. She didn't want to spend eternity alone.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo had barely left the room when Rez finally couldn't hold the pain anymore. Snatching at his shirt he tugged the hem up to his face and shoved it into his mouth in a crumpled lump of fabric. Barely had he chomped down on it when the screams came. Muffled through the shirt, they died before leaving the room. The pain was worse than usual, for the most part because no one had challenged Rez for a while, but also because he had done the challenging, because he had lost, and because he had challenged for something as meager as a card game. that last one only sometimes affected the outcome, for example the worse he fails the more pain, but for something like a card game, with the other combining factors, it didn't change anything. At some point in time he fell of the chair, landing hard on the ground with a 'ka-thunk', just adding to the pain. Finally, although really it was not long, Rez stopped thrashing like a land-bound fish, and curled up in a tight ball. Whimpering softly. Eventually even his muffled whimpers died out leaving a shaken mess of Rez on the floor. Climbing tediously to his feet, Rez stumbled over to the door, staggering out into the hall and collapsing in the entry hall, deciding he'd wait there until the others came back, and then he'd hopefully be able to find a room, all he wanted right then was to sleep. As a way to pass the time he fished his ear-buds out of a pocket and cranked the volume up to loud, picking a fast song, and tuning out of the real world, and in to the music.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "Well, I shall stay with you as long as I can, it's the least I can do to repay you for what you've done for me..." He gestured, awaiting his bags for the seemingly mute other man. Where all the other's mute? Katherin communicated through and the other one seemed to never talk. Perhaps he was just shy? Regardless he removed his cap and overjacket, leaving his brown hair and black shirt exposed. So this was his new family? H had a feeling they wouldn't be as odd as his father and mother. He could get used to this. The idea of eternal life, however, struck fear in him. Loosing everyone he knew outside of the castle? Watching the world end? Watching humanity end, it all seemed so painful. Would he aged, like a teen always desires? Sitting on the bed, the young man looked over and gave a weak smile. He was already akin to and enjoyed the new reservation!</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Suddenly snapping back to attention after having been wowed by the room that they had been led to, Kyo looked down in slight embarrassment as he handed over the suitcase and stepped away from the door to the room. It was kind of reassuring to have use of his hands again, though he hadn't really minded helping out. It just made it a lot easier to communicate with a second hand available. Giving one last smile in an attempt to reassure the nervous-looking young man, he waited in the hall for Katherin.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin waved her goodbye. She wanted to get the others settled. It was nice to have people around her. People who were struggling as much as she was. Maybe more she thought. Every demon was different. Just because she and Secrets had reached an agreement that didn't mean that the others had. She indicated for Kyo to follow her. "Pick a room. There are plenty."@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Now alone, Alders allowed a tear to come down his face before he sat down in the fetal position. It was too much for them to be so kind and for him to pity himself for it, Alders couldn't help but feel worse then ever for taking so much from her and giving nothing more in return. After a moments of silence he stood up and began to unpack, thinking over the others he wasn't sure what to think. Alders had only met a few, but he already had an odd feeling he wasn't ready to meet the others. He had to remember they had demons within, and that this made them dangerous. Of course the demon within decided to but in. "Your such a coward at times. You shouldn't stay too long, they are demons after all!" the demon sleazes within. It was clear he was trying to make thing look worse, and his tactics would have worked if Alders was slightly young. "Not today, I think I'm going to stay here for a while"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded in response and followed Katherin to find a room to stay in. As he looked around the hall at the many doors, he could hardly believe that the girl really live here by herself. "If it's alright for me to ask, how long have you lived here? Have you always lived by yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I have lived alone my whole life. Well I suppose that isn't completely true. I bounced around from foster home to foster home so I wasn't really alone until I was eighteen. Once I was too old for the system I was truly alone for the first time. But I have lived alone here for little over a year. I didn't even know about the aunt that left it to me until after she passed away." Katherin told him.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded solemnly, feeling a bit of empathy at the mention of being alone and without a permanent home. His own experiences after the accident his family was in had been pretty difficult. He hadn't been as lucky in his experience with anything to do with any aunts, however, and he still carried the remains of that time with him. He just couldn't get away from it, no matter how different his life was now. Still, that was all an explanation for another time, though he didn't doubt that she could get the information at any time. It wasn't so much a secret in his mind as just not immediately relevant, but he didn't know how Secrets determined what to take. "I see. It must have been very quiet, then." The silent male wasn't sure what more to say after that, not wanting to be too intrusive in his questioning or too imposing with his opinion. It was still something he worried about on a daily basis. As they walked by a few of the other rooms, however, he did finding himself somewhat drawn to one in particular. Nothing more special about it than he expected was in the other rooms, just a good feeling. Turning back to Katherin, he bowed his head a little. "I will take this room if it is alright. It will be nice to get some rest. Thank you, Miss Katherin."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded her acceptance. She was glad to have people to help her fill the castle. It didn't feel do empty now. She headed to her room ready to start a new day. She laid on her bed happy not to be alone. She hoped that the others would choose to stay. Forever was a long time to be alone. She ignored Secrets whispers about her new housemates. She had time to learn them later. For now she wanted to learn about the people first.</s> <\|message\|>Death Death's Door Blustering flames roared into existence, filling the scorched innards of a brick fireplace, casting a warm hue onto a dark and empty room. Sitting on a massive estate was a rather old castle that held many rooms, hallways, and on this particular evening, a host of demon possessed humans. Among the various rooms, bed, bath, or otherwise, was a rather dark study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up the chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a ancient and chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a velvet and oak sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. The same mysterious force began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. The tea set was clean and white, detailed with a silver trim and filled with a steaming auburn liquid. Within this large manor, those that hosted demons inside themselves which had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you, found their rooms or conversed as it would seem. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer. In fact the air was chilled like the inside of a fridge. A light coat of frost began to coat the doorknob that led to the study, and the hallway that led to it became cooled and a tense aura lingered in the air.</s>	<\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Having sat in the entry hall for a good number of songs, Rez finally decided that it looked like no one was coming. Jumping to his feet, music still pounding in his ears, he wandered up a staircase and down a few corridors, losing himself somewhere along the way. Shrugging when he realized this, he delved deeper into the castle, sticking his head round every door. He found that some rooms had furniture while others were bare, and some looked like they had once been furnished, but had been raided, leaving big heavy stuff, but no smaller, personal possessions. He also stumbled across a large was-once-extravagant multi-tiered room with no apparent obvious purpose, although he supposed there would have been a reason for it, he just didn't know what it was. Other notable rooms included a workshop-like place, with old dry sawdust littering the floor, and many tools lining the walls on pegs, an empty kitchen that looked like it couldn't have been used in the last century, there was literally that much dust, a empty stone room with a bad vibe, and no it wasn't the dungeon, an old style drawing room, with a very nice view, tree clad hills and grassy valleys, a smithy, and a door with frost on the handle sutiated in a freezing hallway, from which came a tense, almost deadly feeling. Suffice to say Rez did not linger long, and certainly didn't sate his intangible curiosity. But best of all, in Rez's opinion, was another multi-tiered room, this one with a rather obvious purpose, stated boldly with beautifully crafted wooden shelves crammed to bursting with colourful books. Everything from big thick leather bound tomes, down to skinny paperbacks missing the back cover, from books on history, to books on religion, fiction and non-fiction, endless rows upon rows of books. Standing in the doorway, Rez inhaled, catching that soft, for the most part indescribable, glorious smell of books. Slipping inside he flicked off his music, hearing nothing but the soft clomping of his worn and faded brown army boots. It was nice to not be hearing a voice, commenting on every word or thought, to feel like he was alone in his head, like there was no one else pushing for a different outcome, that it was all his own decisions. He had found quite quickly that if he threw the voice enough bones in the form of accepted challenges, it would shut up and withdraw for a while, hibernating almost, the length of time depending on many factors, most of which Rez had no clue about. Running a hand gently along the book spines Rez, drank in the atmosphere, feeling at ease for the first time since coming to this place. Picking a book at random he found himself a snug nook, filled with pillows and blankets, perfect in his opinion, and opened the book; Drake's Comprehensive Compendium of Dragonology according to the red hardback cover. Snuggling down he flicked through, pausing on a page with a picture of a dragon? hiding behind it's wings, like those spies in old cheesy movies. The word on the page labeled the dragon as 'Incognito'. Rez sniggered then read through the descriptions of draco americanus incognito. He really started laughing however when he read the piece listed under colour; COLOUR A number of combinations is possible. One account points to it being gold and silver, but this may be due to the fact that the description was of a gold and silver statue of the creature rather than the thing itself. Utterly exhausted, with all his energy finally spent, Rez had just enough mind to carefully lay the book down before curling up in one of the fleecy blankets and drifting off to sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Death "No one wants to die. No one has a choice." Age - Unknown Personality - After eons of observing humanity, Death has developed a rather gruesome and dark sense of humor. He spends most of his time as an observer, watching as history unfolds from a comfortable seat with a cup of tea. He enjoys fatty and unhealthy foods, though you could never tell it from his slender physique. For his very few times walking amongst the living, he tends to stay around well known restaurants, diners, or casinos. Having encountered the brave few who bargained for their lives with games of chance, Death has grown accustom the gambling and after centuries, is fairly good at it. Witnessing so much time go by has caused Death to develop a minor superiority complex. This seems especially true toward the other deadly sins in their demon forms, as he seems to have some disdain toward them, viewing them as parasites or insects. Though Death is rumored to have a rather lethal temper, hes actually quite patient. Though it's unlikely anyone with knowledge of Death's rage is still of this world. In any situation, Death is well mannered and carries himself like a gentleman, though his attitude can sometimes portray him as rude, elitist, arrogant, and often nonchalant. Generally, to those who have been able to hold a conversation with him, Death is a friendly person. In spite of this, he isn't to be taken lightly. Bio - "There has yet to be a worthy human." Says a nonchalant Death as he twiddles a teaspoon between gloved fingers. "I cannot simply fabricate a vessel. That's quite mundane." Of the shadows that escaped Pandora's box, Death has yet to find what the others have; A human to host him. Without a host, he is unable to maintain any kind of physical form for very long. Instead he lives in between worlds, on the cusp of the mortal realm, switching between ethereal and material form and waiting for the proper soul to cross his path. Until then, he simply observes his other brothers and sisters as they find their bodies and orchestrate their actions. Considering Deaths general negative attitude toward the demons of sin and disposition toward what he deems as inferior beings, he seems to have the intentions find a host in the body and mind of an already possessed human. One who has experienced death in their lives on multiple occasions, be it due to their inner demons, or simply fatal circumstances. Fortunately for the demons in question, Death cant take on a host without the permission of the human. And not many are willing to accept the pale rider into their being. Human - TBR</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo bowed his head slightly as Katherin introduced him, giving her a grateful smile after. Still unable to answer the boy, he settled for a nod and a smile in response to his greeting. Nightmare seemed to giggle a bit about how it wondered if its old companion had come up with anything new recently, or if it needed any inspiration. It made sense to the dark-haired male how some illnesses and such could quickly turn into nightmare fuel, but he really didn't want to think more on that kind of a collaboration. Instead, he kept following Katherin's lead. It would be nice to see where they would be staying.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders looked around nervously as the eyes of the new acquaintance drilled into him. He just wanted to go to his room right now. Since he had gotten off the cab, Alders had been scared to a brink of his life. Deep down he knew even there the constant reminder of his demon via taunts would haunt him. Alders grit his teeth in dismay at the realization. To never be alone, to be cursed and to know what was with him? Perhaps ignorance truly was bliss, Alders seemed to think so. "could we please get to the room.... I'd like to unpack ma'am" He mummbled with a quivering voice, clearly afraid.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "All the rooms are available. Please take whatever you want. Alders, I think you might like the tower. But please look around and pick whatever room you like."Katherin told them.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "I would enjoy that" Alders politely responded. He wanted the room farthest away from the others. The less they were inhabited by diseased, the less they threatened humanity as a whole. Even if it could not kill them, disease lingers in people it infects. Alders also enjoyed solitude. Not that these people were bad, they had been nothing but curdious to him, but he didn't do well with others twenty four seven and would like to have time to himself and not hear other people's talks. "how many people live her?" he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "Right now I am the only one living here. I have like 30 some rooms. Honestly I haven't explored the whole castle yet. Katherin told him. She had gotten lost the last time she had tried to explore on her own. She thought she might take the time make a map but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Adjusting to being the keeper of a demon lord had taken over. Now that she had found some balance she might get back to trying to make one.@manapool1</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Alders smiled at the words. He was sure exploring the halls would be fun for him, and a good way to escape. Nearing his room he rushed to open the door. The inside was furnished beyond his belief and he was too excited to hold it in, but he did his best to do so. Despite being young, he remembered the house with his father.... among other things. That house was lively, silky and translucent orange and gold curtains, finely cut crystalline chandeliers and porcelain galore. The nostalgia of such a house was to die for, and he was getting all that here. "This is too much ms. Katherin, is there any way I can repay you?" he asked in a delighted manor.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "You don't have to repay me. As you can see I have more than I will ever need. Consider living here. Consider working together to find a way to live with our demons. We have a lot of time on our hands. The world will change but we never will. We need each other. Katherin told him. She didn't want to be alone forever. She had been alone her whole life. She didn't want to spend eternity alone.</s> <\|message\|>Resolution Law. (Rez.) Kyo had barely left the room when Rez finally couldn't hold the pain anymore. Snatching at his shirt he tugged the hem up to his face and shoved it into his mouth in a crumpled lump of fabric. Barely had he chomped down on it when the screams came. Muffled through the shirt, they died before leaving the room. The pain was worse than usual, for the most part because no one had challenged Rez for a while, but also because he had done the challenging, because he had lost, and because he had challenged for something as meager as a card game. that last one only sometimes affected the outcome, for example the worse he fails the more pain, but for something like a card game, with the other combining factors, it didn't change anything. At some point in time he fell of the chair, landing hard on the ground with a 'ka-thunk', just adding to the pain. Finally, although really it was not long, Rez stopped thrashing like a land-bound fish, and curled up in a tight ball. Whimpering softly. Eventually even his muffled whimpers died out leaving a shaken mess of Rez on the floor. Climbing tediously to his feet, Rez stumbled over to the door, staggering out into the hall and collapsing in the entry hall, deciding he'd wait there until the others came back, and then he'd hopefully be able to find a room, all he wanted right then was to sleep. As a way to pass the time he fished his ear-buds out of a pocket and cranked the volume up to loud, picking a fast song, and tuning out of the real world, and in to the music.</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed "Well, I shall stay with you as long as I can, it's the least I can do to repay you for what you've done for me..." He gestured, awaiting his bags for the seemingly mute other man. Where all the other's mute? Katherin communicated through and the other one seemed to never talk. Perhaps he was just shy? Regardless he removed his cap and overjacket, leaving his brown hair and black shirt exposed. So this was his new family? H had a feeling they wouldn't be as odd as his father and mother. He could get used to this. The idea of eternal life, however, struck fear in him. Loosing everyone he knew outside of the castle? Watching the world end? Watching humanity end, it all seemed so painful. Would he aged, like a teen always desires? Sitting on the bed, the young man looked over and gave a weak smile. He was already akin to and enjoyed the new reservation!</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Suddenly snapping back to attention after having been wowed by the room that they had been led to, Kyo looked down in slight embarrassment as he handed over the suitcase and stepped away from the door to the room. It was kind of reassuring to have use of his hands again, though he hadn't really minded helping out. It just made it a lot easier to communicate with a second hand available. Giving one last smile in an attempt to reassure the nervous-looking young man, he waited in the hall for Katherin.</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin waved her goodbye. She wanted to get the others settled. It was nice to have people around her. People who were struggling as much as she was. Maybe more she thought. Every demon was different. Just because she and Secrets had reached an agreement that didn't mean that the others had. She indicated for Kyo to follow her. "Pick a room. There are plenty."@YamiCuoreLaroux</s> <\|message\|>Alders Solvmed Now alone, Alders allowed a tear to come down his face before he sat down in the fetal position. It was too much for them to be so kind and for him to pity himself for it, Alders couldn't help but feel worse then ever for taking so much from her and giving nothing more in return. After a moments of silence he stood up and began to unpack, thinking over the others he wasn't sure what to think. Alders had only met a few, but he already had an odd feeling he wasn't ready to meet the others. He had to remember they had demons within, and that this made them dangerous. Of course the demon within decided to but in. "Your such a coward at times. You shouldn't stay too long, they are demons after all!" the demon sleazes within. It was clear he was trying to make thing look worse, and his tactics would have worked if Alders was slightly young. "Not today, I think I'm going to stay here for a while"</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded in response and followed Katherin to find a room to stay in. As he looked around the hall at the many doors, he could hardly believe that the girl really live here by herself. "If it's alright for me to ask, how long have you lived here? Have you always lived by yourself?"</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter "I have lived alone my whole life. Well I suppose that isn't completely true. I bounced around from foster home to foster home so I wasn't really alone until I was eighteen. Once I was too old for the system I was truly alone for the first time. But I have lived alone here for little over a year. I didn't even know about the aunt that left it to me until after she passed away." Katherin told him.</s> <\|message\|>Kyo Alavondai Kyo nodded solemnly, feeling a bit of empathy at the mention of being alone and without a permanent home. His own experiences after the accident his family was in had been pretty difficult. He hadn't been as lucky in his experience with anything to do with any aunts, however, and he still carried the remains of that time with him. He just couldn't get away from it, no matter how different his life was now. Still, that was all an explanation for another time, though he didn't doubt that she could get the information at any time. It wasn't so much a secret in his mind as just not immediately relevant, but he didn't know how Secrets determined what to take. "I see. It must have been very quiet, then." The silent male wasn't sure what more to say after that, not wanting to be too intrusive in his questioning or too imposing with his opinion. It was still something he worried about on a daily basis. As they walked by a few of the other rooms, however, he did finding himself somewhat drawn to one in particular. Nothing more special about it than he expected was in the other rooms, just a good feeling. Turning back to Katherin, he bowed his head a little. "I will take this room if it is alright. It will be nice to get some rest. Thank you, Miss Katherin."</s> <\|message\|>Katherin Winter Katherin nodded her acceptance. She was glad to have people to help her fill the castle. It didn't feel do empty now. She headed to her room ready to start a new day. She laid on her bed happy not to be alone. She hoped that the others would choose to stay. Forever was a long time to be alone. She ignored Secrets whispers about her new housemates. She had time to learn them later. For now she wanted to learn about the people first.</s>	<\|message\|>Death Death's Door Blustering flames roared into existence, filling the scorched innards of a brick fireplace, casting a warm hue onto a dark and empty room. Sitting on a massive estate was a rather old castle that held many rooms, hallways, and on this particular evening, a host of demon possessed humans. Among the various rooms, bed, bath, or otherwise, was a rather dark study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up the chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a ancient and chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a velvet and oak sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. The same mysterious force began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. The tea set was clean and white, detailed with a silver trim and filled with a steaming auburn liquid. Within this large manor, those that hosted demons inside themselves which had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you, found their rooms or conversed as it would seem. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer. In fact the air was chilled like the inside of a fridge. A light coat of frost began to coat the doorknob that led to the study, and the hallway that led to it became cooled and a tense aura lingered in the air.</s>
<\|description\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya walked along the small market place carrying a bag full of groceries that she had gotten by trading a few things that she had in her RV, her eyes going up to look at the sky seeing the dark ominous look about them. Then there was a very loud clash of thunder as the rain started to come down, her RV was on the other side of the safe zone. Tanya noticed a group of Japanese peacekeepers entering the bar which she would frequent sometimes just to get a few drinks for herself after working on the walls. Curiosity getting the better of her Tanya walked into the small building, her eyes going down to the injured boy on the floor being tended to one of the men, and one of the men was talking to another by the bar. It was more of a common thing there Tanya just rolled her eyes and sighed as she turned back around making a run towards her RV, it was a good five minute run to there as she opened up the door and closed it behind her. "Welcome back." Her younger sister said sitting up from the small built in couch, the RV they had managed to get while on their way to Orlando since this whole thing started. "Thanks." Tanya said softly as she emptied the bag to reveal several cans of canned food.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke The scene in front of Matt was one that evolved quite quickly. The veterinarian, though nowadays he was regarded more as a doctor, was simply looking for a drink. When he had gotten his drink, he absorbed himself in it. Apparently there had been a disagreement that had turned physical, maybe not, Matt was not paying much attention, and now the security for the camp arrived. An Asian fellow leading a crack team, Matt assumed. The survivors in the camp needed to focus less on fighting and more on surviving, Matt knew that, so he decided that it would be best to intervene at this point. "Guys, guys" he said, turning from his barstool. "There is no need for this to proceed any further" he spoke calmly when he spoke. "Lets just have some drinks and calm down, please. It's a shitty night anyway, no need for any more drama".</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Before Captain Ishida Hisashi could say anything to the barfighter, a fellow doctor, Matt, intervened, but he'd done it at the wrong time, wrong situation. What Jack had done had too many implications, and consequences. Without facing the vet, he said to him: "He beat a boy up, Matt-san. He give him concussion." Then, returning the conversation to Jack, he stepped forward, unafraid and with conviction, "I do not care what you think. We bring supplies and medical aid. The American commander give us jurisdiction." Normally, Hisashi had to search hard for the English words; he'd barely passed his English lessons, and most English words he knew were still medical terms and stock phrases, as he needed to attend seminars and tend to foreign patients on occasion back before he was forced by his forebears to take up the sword. This time around, it sort of fell into place. He had more to say, but it all felt like wasted breath. His 'personal guards' flanking him had tensed up, as if expecting trouble. One of them had rested his hand on his pistol. He instead turned to look at the crowd that remained. As if like a jury, some of them were nodding their heads slightly, or pointing a hidden finger. It was obvious that Jack wasn't liked in some circles. "Witnesses everywhere. If I want, I take them. But I make it easy for you." "Half rations for you tomorrow, to pay for medical supplies you waste." Hisashi said off-handedly, expecting his words to be final; normally, it was, "Next time it will be one week half rations." "And Joe-san!" The medical officer, as if having dismissed the case instantly, shouted to the barkeeper who was at the far end of the makeshift bar, "You are late in your delivery of alcohol! We need alcohol for sterilisation!" The barkeeper shouted back in meek acknowledgement before doing a crab walk and fumbling with some other crate underneath the counter, probably the alcohol he was supposed to deliver to the medical tent. With that, Hisashi turned and took his leave, taking notes on his forearm mounted computer. "Ungrateful brat!" The young Private First Class Ichiro had spat at Jack viciously in Japanese. His voice was charged with bitterness; it should be, considering what the Japanese peacekeepers had sacrificed to get to the refugee centre. "Ichiro! Let's go." Hisashi ordered similarly in his native language. Before long, the peacekeepers left the bar after they'd picked up their new patient. The medical officer had many other things to tend to. For one thing, Tanya and her sister had missed their scheduled monthly medical examination, and for another, he had a wounded American soldier to pay a house call to. Not to mention, he would have to inform the ration distribution centre at the marketplace about Jack's half-ration plan tomorrow.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack merely looked at the Peacekeeper who had shouted at him in Japanese. He had no idea what the man said but it sounded like he wasn't fond of the Brit. He didn't care for the half rations, with his cigarettes suppressing his appetite he barely ate half of what he was given any way, normally gave the other half to his other bunk mates. Sighing he spoke to the back of the Peacekeepers. "Nobody trusts you y'know! You keep turning up and over reacting to the situation, before shouting in Japanese and pissing off. That only breeds discontent and then, when the chips are down. Nobody will listen. You may appeal to the kids but the fathers, brothers and uncles here. They don't like you!" Jack was partly right, the fact is nobody trusted something they didn't know about, such as the Peacekeepers and their language, and liked it even less when the misunderstood bullied them. The crowd were pretty tense and a few men came over and patted Jack on the back. He had no intention of stopping his behaviour. Whilst a day with half rations would be enforced, but a whole week? No, the commander wouldn't allow that. Rations were low enough as it was, half for a week would be one step above starvation. Turning back to the bar he passed his last drink back to the barkeep. "Keep it fella, those Peacekeepers wanna swing their cocks around a bit, so someone else can enjoy the beverage. I am a man of charity after all." The barkeeps stoney face broke for a quick chuckle before he walked off. Jack closed his eyes and then looked over at his new 'friend'. "So, you tried to stand up to the big bad bully, impressive. Your name Matt yeah? Well just lemme say your friends in blue are fucking bastards. Though we can't all be blamed for our choice in friends. So I wont blame you." Jack threw Matt a smile.</s>	<\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke "Those peacekeepers are no friends of mine" Matt replied. It was slowly turning into an eventful evening. Though he started off swirling a drink in his hand and suffocated by his own thoughts, Matthew was starting to take more interest in real life. The man shot Matthew a smile, a friendly gesture that he had not seen much of lately. "Another drink?" Matthew asked. Regardless of the answer, Matthew would have a drink again. It would have just been nice to have a drink with another person for a change. "I didn't catch your name by the way" Matthew said slowly, eyeing his own half full cup. The man knew his and so did the peacekeeper. Did they have a file on him? Did they even keep files still? Matthew really did not care. Most people knew his name because they were patients of his or knew him as a doctor. Matthew assumed the latter.</s>
<\|description\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke "Those peacekeepers are no friends of mine" Matt replied. It was slowly turning into an eventful evening. Though he started off swirling a drink in his hand and suffocated by his own thoughts, Matthew was starting to take more interest in real life. The man shot Matthew a smile, a friendly gesture that he had not seen much of lately. "Another drink?" Matthew asked. Regardless of the answer, Matthew would have a drink again. It would have just been nice to have a drink with another person for a change. "I didn't catch your name by the way" Matthew said slowly, eyeing his own half full cup. The man knew his and so did the peacekeeper. Did they have a file on him? Did they even keep files still? Matthew really did not care. Most people knew his name because they were patients of his or knew him as a doctor. Matthew assumed the latter.</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford After some persuading, he managed to get a watered down drink. But something was always better than nothing and he turned to watch the rest of the flight play out. Or the patching up, the 'punishing' (as if there wasn't enough damn punishment in the world already), and the talking that lead to no where. He sipped at his drink and thought about heading for a relatively empty table where he could flop into the chair, pull out his book, kick up his feet and start to half read his book, half people watch. Or he could slide over and join the conversation. Or just stand there and see if there was an opening too. He'd take that one. Just wait and see.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi After visiting the bar, Captain Ishida Hisashi needed something lighter to do, something less tense. So he decided to pay Tanya and her sister a visit. The sight of the young was something he savoured; it gave him hope and motivation. Everything could go wrong, and normally they do, but for him, as long as the children were safe, it would be fine for him. The visit itself would just be a random visit. The only real practical purpose being to remind the dwindled family that they had missed their medical checkup. It was a monthly thing, something that he had made compulsory ever since his arrival. Immediately upon checking everyone's health, he found out that it was severely needed. With survival being jeopardised, no one had paid attention to such things as nutrition, hygiene and proper medical procedures. As a result, half the camp was lacking in one nutrient or another. Lice was common, and so were festering wounds. The American soldiers were far too busy with fighting the Kyonshi that they couldn't do much to attend to this problem; not that they had much in the way of medical expertise to begin with. All they had was a few medics and some common sense. After dismissing his fellow Kyonshikirapeitai, he made his way to the RV in question. After living for two months in camp, he was starting to get a hang of who lives where, which would be important in emergencies. Walking up to the door, he knocked on it a few times. "Hello? I am Captain Ishida Hisashi of the UN Peacekeepers." His left hand was resting on the hilt of his katana. It was a common habit within his unit, but out here in the warzone, it was a useful habit to have. With just his left hand resting on the handle of his katana alone, several moves with his sword would be possible.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya was over the stove using a can opener to open up the can they were going to be sharing for their dinner, hearing another clash of thunder made Tanya jump slightly. Smelling the food as it started to cook on the small electrical stove that came with the RV when they found it, this was their home ever since traveling between New York and Florida. Maria jumped slightly hearing the knocking on the door, putting down the book she was reading Maria walked over towards the door of the RV. Hearing the knocking on the door she reached for the machete on the counter until she heard Captain Ishida's voice on the other side, Tanya set the weapon down and made her way towards the door. She had just completely forgot about the whole checkup Tanya opened the door and smiled at him. "Good evening, please come in." Tanya said softly as she held the door open for him, when Ishida walked inside Tanya closed the door behind him. "Would you like something to eat, drink? I think I have some coffee I've been rationing for awhile." She offered, Tanya walked over to turn off the stove.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi "No." Captain Ishida Hisashi rejected the offer, before remembering the more socially graceful words, "thank you. That would be illegal. What ration is given to you is your own. Supplies are limited." He had always had difficulty expressing himself in the language of the land, partly due to his basic grasp of it. All he could do was to state facts, but what he felt and what he thought were constantly locked inside of him. He could state those as facts too, but that would be insufficient. Looking down at Alexis, Tanya's younger sister, he couldn't help but to crack a smile, "Hello, Alexis-Chan. It is good that you are reading." Before turning back, rather reluctantly, to her guardian. Behind her was her dinner - they were eating out of cans again. In fact, most people were these days. Modern living by itself was unhealthy in some ways, and to live in a fallen modern society would be worse. The 'farm' that was set out would not be able to feed everyone around the year, very far from it in fact. The very same thing that was sustaining them was killing them over the long term. "Tanya-Kun, you missed your medical appointment today." The medical officer said, concern trickling through. "While you and your sister's last screening has uncovered little health issues, a month passing is a very long time." Bringing up his computer, he checked his digital schedule. After pressing a few virtual buttons and passing between virtual windows, he came upon the right day on his calender. "I have another window for you open two days later. Or I could do it tonight." Looking at the kid again, he remembered what Jack had said behind his back as he was leaving the bar-n, what some people were saying when they thought he couldn't hear or understand. While they didn't have the power to remove him from his duty, what they had said had cut deeper than that. Looking at the kid had given him some hope. "We will protect Alexis-Chan. No matter what it takes." He said to Tanya as he smiled again at the youngling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack shrugged his shoulders and asked for his whiskey back. If someone else was paying he was sure as hell going to oblige. Grabbing the small glass he sipped at it and grimaced again, the lovely taste of piss filled his mouth. Sighing he looked the man over. He actually had no idea who this was, he had only heard the name from the Peacekeeper. However it was only fair that you knew your drinking buddies name. "Name's Jack. Brit, born and bred, what about you fella? I heard Matt from those blue-tops, but where you from? It seems like we have all kinds around here. First you got the locals who turn up, me in fact as well, and then those from out of the state. Then. Well. Blue tops from out of the country arrive and apparently we all have to worship the ground they stand on and respect their bullying ways." Jack winked smugly before taking another sip from his cup, he offered it up to connect with Matt's glass, he was always a fan of knocking glasses.</s>	<\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke The man offered a toast of sorts, Matt obliged. The glasses clanked and the two drank. "Where am I from? Up north I guess. I guess it really doesn't matter that this point because most of my family is gone. If not all of them" Matthew said, but he suddenly changed his demeanor to try and get the self-pity and sadness away. "Brit eh? What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Matthew asked. Finding out new things about people was always an interesting situation to get into. Matthew found, before the Z's took over the working world, that he loved interacting with new people, as long as they were friendly, and often tried to make new friends and acquaintances. At this point, with all that was going on in the world, having more friends was not a bad idea. But on the other hand, it could be. New friends meant that you cared about people. Whether it be in a friendly fashion or something more. The more you cared the more you were likely to be hurt in the end. The Z's were persistent beings, they usually got what they wanted. Their only drive was to eat, humans was to survive. The Z's usually won.</s>
<\|description\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Jack's face was that of a ghosts, the palest Alex had ever seen. Jack started panicking some, but stayed under control. After scavenging the bodies, Jack tossed Alex back his knife, and Alex used it to slit the man in the choke hold's throat, being careful not to get blood on himself. Alex then wiped the blade clean and let the rain fall on it, before drying it and sliding it back into it's sheath, and listened to the rest of what Jack said. He stated the obvious, that we couldn't go straight to his house, but he seemed to have forgotten that there was a silencer on the pistol, but someone would show up eventually. Jack gave Alex some instructions, and walked off. Right, left, red roof, across street, camp. That was repeating in Alex's head as he ripped some of the men's clothes, and kept the spare rags. Lifting his head and having a mouthful of rainwater, Alex started down the path. He turned right as instructed, and then took the left. As he was walking in the darkness, he heard people starting to get settled into their homes. Then he saw the red shack with a flash of lighting. It wasn't very tall, and the lighting wasn't coming so often, so Alex jumped up, and performed a kip-up onto the top of the roof. Getting into a crawl, he looked over what was probably the "main rode" and saw the tent camp ahead of him. There was only two people, and three guards traveling the path, and with good timing, he Alex could cross while both had their backs turned. 3.. 2.. 1.. Move Alexander dropped down and hurried across the street, moving at a slight crouch. He entered the tent city, and started to quietly weave his way to the other side. After a bit of trekking, and a few close calls, Alex made it through the camp, and settled down to wait for Jack. He covered his rifle with his backpack mostly, and pretended to be a man who had fallen asleep on a backpack. Staying awake might be a little difficult.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia Hoàng The man behind the bar was rather haggard... like most people there, really, and rather unremarkable. And quiet. He certainly acknowledged Olivia's request, if his epic journey to the water drums near him was any indication, but he didn't say anything. But that didn't matter, though, because the fellow with the funny hair next to her spoke up instead. And said something weird. "...'Skanky with slim'? ...Huh..." She sort-of muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. It almost distracted her from the fact that the man also seemed to know who she was. Well, more people than they should knew who she was, if only because some considered her memorable, for all the wrong reasons. Especially in this more primitive state of life they were now... well, living in. "Yeah, my name's Olivia, though I don't know if I should have admitted that or not. How'd you know who I was? I mean, I can make an educated guess, but just to be sure." As she asked him with a look of simultaneous confusion and caution, the silent barman had come back over with her glass of water. The glass was dirty, like most of the glasses, but... oh yes, he had mentioned something about the water. This comment made Olivia stop and hesitate with the glass. It'd take a lot of poison and bacteria in the water to make her puke after two years' worth of crushed skulls and people getting devoured by their own cousins, but best not to take any chances. "...I guess you're right about the water. But really, we've gone backwards as a species. Hopefully we've regained our historical immunities to contaminated water." She joked, hoping that the man wouldn't react in a stupid way. It could still happen.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Alexis smiled as Captain Ishida ruffled her hair, Tanya watched him getting ready to head out of their RV and gave him a quick nod. "We will be there in about an hour." Tanya said as he left hearing the door shut, she looked towards her sister for a moment and then went over towards a cupboard and pulled out two plates out of it, before setting the plate down onto the table. "Thank you sis." Alexis said as she went to start pouring some of the beans onto her plate and handed the can back to her sister, Tanya would pour the rest of the beans onto her own plate and the two started to eat. After they finished eating Tanya would stand up and reached over towards her leather jacket and puts it on, and handed another one to her sister and grabbed an umbrella. "Ready to go?" Tanya asked, Alexis gave her sister a quick nod before heading out of the door Tanya turned around to make sure that their RV was locked and secured. Opening the umbrella Tanya held it over her sister and herself a few minutes later they ran over towards Ishida's medical tent and smiled. "Sorry if we were late." Tanya said.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi But Captain Ishida was unable to attend to Tanya immediately. He was tending to a wounded soldier; he was fortunately the only casualty in the last Kyonshi raid. What was even more fortunate was that the wound he suffered was a gunshot wound, a friendly fire. It was infinitesimally better than getting ravaged or bitten by one of the Kyonshi. Sergeant Miller was probably watched over by Buddha himself, as, while the bullet had punched through an organ, it'd exited right through him, and the damaged organ was the liver, not the lungs nor the stomach or heart. The incident was two weeks ago, and he was already walking, albeit with a crutch. The medical officer had just concluded the soldier's checkup and given him his prescriptions, and sent him on his way, one of his subordinates supporting him. The wounded man brushed past Tanya. "You were, but it does not matter. I was occupied." With that, he went right down to business, "Children first. That my policy. But do you or Alexis-Chan have complaints? Discomforts?"</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford Conrad shrugged his one shoulder, lips pursed for a moment. "People talk. There ain't a whole lot else to do around here sometimes, ya know." He turned a bit more on his stool so he faced her more, leaning his side up against the bar still. "You got nothing to worry about from me. Just thought I'd make conversation is all. Besides, you do look familiar. Swear I've seen your face before." And he surprisingly did mean her face. Even if the rest of her wasn't unfamiliar either. He looked back over to the barman when he returned with the water. Raising both eyebrows up at that he shook his head some before looking back to Olivia. "I was joking before," he said a little skeptically. "But I suppose the funnest jokes are the ones that are at least a little true." He thought about it for a moment before holding out his hand. "My name's Conrad, by the way. So that way you know mine too."</s>	<\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke A conversation had developed between the Brit and a scavenger after Jack took his leave from the bar Matt was at. He took no offense to the man abruptly ending their conversation, it was the nature of the beast. In fact, Matt had begun to grow weary of the night and was planning on returning to his bed. Matt finished his drink quicklu, paid for his drink, and then took his leave from the bar. The tent where Matt called home was located just inside the vehicle depot. It was a loud location but it was the only one available when he first entered the camp. There had been promises that were made regarding a new home, but they were empty ones. For now, Matt would live here. He did not have many belongings. Most of what he had gathered was just necessities. Matt lived that way. Things he needed, not things he wanted.</s>
<\|description\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Ishida Hisashi Changes 27/2/2015: Added a radio to Hisashi's gear. Which soldier won't carry them? Also, I've added some notes on his unit and personality. Age: 45 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease. As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit. Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth. Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack. On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon. As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades. Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country. Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin. Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care. Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package. When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan. By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp. As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts. Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life. Other Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't. However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was. It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle. Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected. Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower. The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke "Those peacekeepers are no friends of mine" Matt replied. It was slowly turning into an eventful evening. Though he started off swirling a drink in his hand and suffocated by his own thoughts, Matthew was starting to take more interest in real life. The man shot Matthew a smile, a friendly gesture that he had not seen much of lately. "Another drink?" Matthew asked. Regardless of the answer, Matthew would have a drink again. It would have just been nice to have a drink with another person for a change. "I didn't catch your name by the way" Matthew said slowly, eyeing his own half full cup. The man knew his and so did the peacekeeper. Did they have a file on him? Did they even keep files still? Matthew really did not care. Most people knew his name because they were patients of his or knew him as a doctor. Matthew assumed the latter.</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford After some persuading, he managed to get a watered down drink. But something was always better than nothing and he turned to watch the rest of the flight play out. Or the patching up, the 'punishing' (as if there wasn't enough damn punishment in the world already), and the talking that lead to no where. He sipped at his drink and thought about heading for a relatively empty table where he could flop into the chair, pull out his book, kick up his feet and start to half read his book, half people watch. Or he could slide over and join the conversation. Or just stand there and see if there was an opening too. He'd take that one. Just wait and see.</s>	<\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi After visiting the bar, Captain Ishida Hisashi needed something lighter to do, something less tense. So he decided to pay Tanya and her sister a visit. The sight of the young was something he savoured; it gave him hope and motivation. Everything could go wrong, and normally they do, but for him, as long as the children were safe, it would be fine for him. The visit itself would just be a random visit. The only real practical purpose being to remind the dwindled family that they had missed their medical checkup. It was a monthly thing, something that he had made compulsory ever since his arrival. Immediately upon checking everyone's health, he found out that it was severely needed. With survival being jeopardised, no one had paid attention to such things as nutrition, hygiene and proper medical procedures. As a result, half the camp was lacking in one nutrient or another. Lice was common, and so were festering wounds. The American soldiers were far too busy with fighting the Kyonshi that they couldn't do much to attend to this problem; not that they had much in the way of medical expertise to begin with. All they had was a few medics and some common sense. After dismissing his fellow Kyonshikirapeitai, he made his way to the RV in question. After living for two months in camp, he was starting to get a hang of who lives where, which would be important in emergencies. Walking up to the door, he knocked on it a few times. "Hello? I am Captain Ishida Hisashi of the UN Peacekeepers." His left hand was resting on the hilt of his katana. It was a common habit within his unit, but out here in the warzone, it was a useful habit to have. With just his left hand resting on the handle of his katana alone, several moves with his sword would be possible.</s>
<\|description\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Ishida Hisashi Changes 27/2/2015: Added a radio to Hisashi's gear. Which soldier won't carry them? Also, I've added some notes on his unit and personality. Age: 45 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease. As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit. Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth. Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack. On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon. As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades. Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country. Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin. Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care. Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package. When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan. By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp. As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts. Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life. Other Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't. However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was. It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle. Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected. Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower. The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia Hoàng The man behind the bar was rather haggard... like most people there, really, and rather unremarkable. And quiet. He certainly acknowledged Olivia's request, if his epic journey to the water drums near him was any indication, but he didn't say anything. But that didn't matter, though, because the fellow with the funny hair next to her spoke up instead. And said something weird. "...'Skanky with slim'? ...Huh..." She sort-of muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. It almost distracted her from the fact that the man also seemed to know who she was. Well, more people than they should knew who she was, if only because some considered her memorable, for all the wrong reasons. Especially in this more primitive state of life they were now... well, living in. "Yeah, my name's Olivia, though I don't know if I should have admitted that or not. How'd you know who I was? I mean, I can make an educated guess, but just to be sure." As she asked him with a look of simultaneous confusion and caution, the silent barman had come back over with her glass of water. The glass was dirty, like most of the glasses, but... oh yes, he had mentioned something about the water. This comment made Olivia stop and hesitate with the glass. It'd take a lot of poison and bacteria in the water to make her puke after two years' worth of crushed skulls and people getting devoured by their own cousins, but best not to take any chances. "...I guess you're right about the water. But really, we've gone backwards as a species. Hopefully we've regained our historical immunities to contaminated water." She joked, hoping that the man wouldn't react in a stupid way. It could still happen.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Alexis smiled as Captain Ishida ruffled her hair, Tanya watched him getting ready to head out of their RV and gave him a quick nod. "We will be there in about an hour." Tanya said as he left hearing the door shut, she looked towards her sister for a moment and then went over towards a cupboard and pulled out two plates out of it, before setting the plate down onto the table. "Thank you sis." Alexis said as she went to start pouring some of the beans onto her plate and handed the can back to her sister, Tanya would pour the rest of the beans onto her own plate and the two started to eat. After they finished eating Tanya would stand up and reached over towards her leather jacket and puts it on, and handed another one to her sister and grabbed an umbrella. "Ready to go?" Tanya asked, Alexis gave her sister a quick nod before heading out of the door Tanya turned around to make sure that their RV was locked and secured. Opening the umbrella Tanya held it over her sister and herself a few minutes later they ran over towards Ishida's medical tent and smiled. "Sorry if we were late." Tanya said.</s>	<\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi But Captain Ishida was unable to attend to Tanya immediately. He was tending to a wounded soldier; he was fortunately the only casualty in the last Kyonshi raid. What was even more fortunate was that the wound he suffered was a gunshot wound, a friendly fire. It was infinitesimally better than getting ravaged or bitten by one of the Kyonshi. Sergeant Miller was probably watched over by Buddha himself, as, while the bullet had punched through an organ, it'd exited right through him, and the damaged organ was the liver, not the lungs nor the stomach or heart. The incident was two weeks ago, and he was already walking, albeit with a crutch. The medical officer had just concluded the soldier's checkup and given him his prescriptions, and sent him on his way, one of his subordinates supporting him. The wounded man brushed past Tanya. "You were, but it does not matter. I was occupied." With that, he went right down to business, "Children first. That my policy. But do you or Alexis-Chan have complaints? Discomforts?"</s>
<\|description\|>Tanya Roberts Age: 20 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Biography: Born in a small family Tanya grew up in the city of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, both of her parents owned a high end restaurant down by the waterfront in the city. She also has a younger sister who she is very close to Tanya had a rather average high school life, she was never popular or put in with the outcasts. Tanya was apart of her high school choir which was where she eventually fell in love with music, and started to sing in clubs and other places. When she finished high school Tanya got a job at her parents restaurant, she enjoyed working with her coworkers and also enjoyed talking with her regular customers. When the disease finally started to sweep through, Tanya heard word that her father had fallen ill somehow. Tanya and her sister Alexis visited their father every day, when he fell into a coma they started to get worried. When word came back that he came out of the coma Tanya her mother and sister quickly went to see him, but when they did the hospital was in chaos. When the police told them that they weren't allowed to go in they turned back to head back home, Tanya and her family spent the next few months going from camp to camp at one camp Tanya's mother ended up getting bit by someone who was infected. Doing the only humane thing Tanya ended up killing her mother still do this day she is still haunted by it, protecting the only family she has left Tanya headed further south hearing that there was a safe zone just outside of Orlando. Pre-Infection Career(s): During the day Tanya used to work as a waitress at a high end restaurant, the pay was always good enough for her to live stably on her own with, she was well liked by her coworkers. Usually on her days off or at night Tanya would be singing in bars and other clubs around Pittsburgh. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Alexis smiled as Captain Ishida ruffled her hair, Tanya watched him getting ready to head out of their RV and gave him a quick nod. "We will be there in about an hour." Tanya said as he left hearing the door shut, she looked towards her sister for a moment and then went over towards a cupboard and pulled out two plates out of it, before setting the plate down onto the table. "Thank you sis." Alexis said as she went to start pouring some of the beans onto her plate and handed the can back to her sister, Tanya would pour the rest of the beans onto her own plate and the two started to eat. After they finished eating Tanya would stand up and reached over towards her leather jacket and puts it on, and handed another one to her sister and grabbed an umbrella. "Ready to go?" Tanya asked, Alexis gave her sister a quick nod before heading out of the door Tanya turned around to make sure that their RV was locked and secured. Opening the umbrella Tanya held it over her sister and herself a few minutes later they ran over towards Ishida's medical tent and smiled. "Sorry if we were late." Tanya said.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi But Captain Ishida was unable to attend to Tanya immediately. He was tending to a wounded soldier; he was fortunately the only casualty in the last Kyonshi raid. What was even more fortunate was that the wound he suffered was a gunshot wound, a friendly fire. It was infinitesimally better than getting ravaged or bitten by one of the Kyonshi. Sergeant Miller was probably watched over by Buddha himself, as, while the bullet had punched through an organ, it'd exited right through him, and the damaged organ was the liver, not the lungs nor the stomach or heart. The incident was two weeks ago, and he was already walking, albeit with a crutch. The medical officer had just concluded the soldier's checkup and given him his prescriptions, and sent him on his way, one of his subordinates supporting him. The wounded man brushed past Tanya. "You were, but it does not matter. I was occupied." With that, he went right down to business, "Children first. That my policy. But do you or Alexis-Chan have complaints? Discomforts?"</s> <\|message\|>Conrad Peter Axford Conrad shrugged his one shoulder, lips pursed for a moment. "People talk. There ain't a whole lot else to do around here sometimes, ya know." He turned a bit more on his stool so he faced her more, leaning his side up against the bar still. "You got nothing to worry about from me. Just thought I'd make conversation is all. Besides, you do look familiar. Swear I've seen your face before." And he surprisingly did mean her face. Even if the rest of her wasn't unfamiliar either. He looked back over to the barman when he returned with the water. Raising both eyebrows up at that he shook his head some before looking back to Olivia. "I was joking before," he said a little skeptically. "But I suppose the funnest jokes are the ones that are at least a little true." He thought about it for a moment before holding out his hand. "My name's Conrad, by the way. So that way you know mine too."</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke A conversation had developed between the Brit and a scavenger after Jack took his leave from the bar Matt was at. He took no offense to the man abruptly ending their conversation, it was the nature of the beast. In fact, Matt had begun to grow weary of the night and was planning on returning to his bed. Matt finished his drink quicklu, paid for his drink, and then took his leave from the bar. The tent where Matt called home was located just inside the vehicle depot. It was a loud location but it was the only one available when he first entered the camp. There had been promises that were made regarding a new home, but they were empty ones. For now, Matt would live here. He did not have many belongings. Most of what he had gathered was just necessities. Matt lived that way. Things he needed, not things he wanted.</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya looked at Sergeant Miller as he brushed past her and left the medical tent, then she turned back to face Captain Ishida and shrugged slightly. "Just some headaches lately that's about it." Tanya answered and looked over and spotted a seat, motioning for her sister to go over to him and smiled. "I was going to have her go first anyway." Alexis walked over towards Ishida and shook her head. "I don't have any pain or discomfort." Alexis answered she went over and sat down on the medical bed. "So Captain Ishida, how are you doing on medical supplies?" Tanya asked turning over to look at him leaning her back up against the chair she was sitting in, she was one of the few people who were able to go out on supply runs or even just to take down the population of zombies that were outside of the walls. She wanted to know if she had to go out on another run again soon or not.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Alex had one of his meaningful dreams, being unable to keep awake. The dream started with him in a coma, in a hospital. His parents and his younger sister were weeping, and watching him. He had been unconscious for 6 months, and showed no signs of waking. The military came in, and tried to take his parents away, but they said they wanted to take Alexander with them. The military refused, and forced the family along, leaving Alex on his own. The next "dream-piece" left Alex in an abandoned house, scavenging. He heard movement in a closet of own of the bedrooms, and drawing his pistol, flung the door open. Alexander was on edge, and as soon as something tried to move, he shot into the closet. Falling out was an around ten year old girl, who had a bullet hole in her throat. She fell into Alex's arms, and Alex could do nothing but watch, as the girl, who's eyes were filled with pain, and whom couldn't speak, bled to death right in front of him. The worst part was, the girl reminded him of his sister, and Alex imagined that was his sister bleeding out, and left a scar in his mind. The last part of the dream didn't start out so bad. He was out scavenging, and with him was a women, no more than 19 or 20. They were searching for supplies for a camp, and were in an infected area. A few infected were killed, and then Alex saw the children. There was an orphanage, and it was filled with zombie children. An image flashed in his mind, of the children being trapped as the Z's entered, infecting everyone inside. This image caused Alex to collapse on the side of the street. Then he awoke...</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Captain Ishida Hisashi began examining Alexis. The usual palpitations and proddings. He checked her pulse, her blood pressure, her ocular reflexes, placed a stethoscope to her chest and back. Shining a torchlight down her throat. Checking her hair for lices. Weighing her and measuring her height. Asking questions. Had it been a pre-apocalypse check-up, it would have been more complex. It would have included blood-tests, exercises, x-rays. But they didn't have equipment for that. "We are low on medical supplies. Low for weeks. We resupply by sending out convoys, but no, there is never enough." The medical officer said as he was checking through Alexis, this time looking closely at her skin with his flashlight shining all over her. With some difficulty, he got Alexis to remove her shirt. He sighed at what he saw before dressing her up again, "If only you Americans stop drinking and hurting each other..." "Tanya-Kun. It may not look like it, but your sister is in poor health." The medical officer said gravely, "Alexis-Chan is slightly malnourished. She is displaying early symptoms of Scurvy. I could hear phlegm building up in her, which indicate the beginnings of a flu-like illness and therefore weak immunity system." "This is common problem." Captain Ishida said as he swivelled his chair once again to face the boxes behind his desk. " Let's see..." For a moment, he had returned to using native Japanese. "Here." He produced two packets of vitamin-infused gummy candy. This time, a packet contained Doraemon-shaped gummies, manufactured post-infection, as indicated by how the factory had to get creative with what little ink they had. It had an outline of Doraemon flying with his head-copter gadget and shooting a cartoon zombie with his air-cannon. The other packet had Kenshin on it, with appropriately shaped gummy candies. After that, he instructed Sergeant Maiko, his impromptu pharmacist, to put together a package of anti-biotics and flu symptom suppressants (cough syrup, mint, paracetamol, etc). After the medicine was placed on his desk, which was neat with several notepads and pen at a corner and his family picture in another (wife and 9-year-old daughter in kimonos), he laid out instructions on dosage and usage, "And Tanya-Kun, Alexis is not to exert herself. Take the right medicine as symptoms emerge. I will instruct ration distribution centre to pack the fresh berries we found into Alexis' portions." "And speaking of exertion, you look pale, Tanya-Kun. It is your turn." And Captain Ishida went through the same procedure with her, and although he found her nutrition to be sound (in comparison to the deficient)... "I believe I have found the cause of your headache. You have been dehydrated. Stressed. You've lost some weight, and some of that lost weight is due to lack of water." Wiping sweat away and scratching his scalp, looking rather dismayed at bad news coming in with every patient, he swivelled his office chair as usual and started rummaging through another cardboard box. He had Sergeant Maiko fetch drugs again. The prescription: 4 bottles of unopened distilled water and... a tube of wafers meant to be thrown into the water to produce quick isotonic drinks with the necessary salt and ions. The tube was decorated with colourful depictions of Hamtaro and friends. "Sorry, no more adult versions." Sergeant Maiko brought even more paracetamol for the headache. "You should rest more just like Alexis. Keep within the shade. Do not worry, just relax." "If symptoms persist, return to me, and I will check you again. This is why you do not miss medical check-ups."</s>	<\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya took a moment to look around the medical tent, she would occasionally look over towards her sister as Captain Ishida examined her Alexis didn't like doctors or dentists before the apocalypse started but she didn't fight and did every little thing that Ishida had told her to do. She would look over to her sister reluctantly when Ishida asked to take off her shirt. "It's okay sis." Tanya would say in a motherly tone, taking a reluctant sigh Alexis took off her shirt and continued with the examination. Alexis did have a hard time breathing lately though Tanya assumed that it was just allergies which she had. Upon hearing the grim news about her sister's health Tanya would look over at her sister with a worried look, Alexis was the only family she had left she wasn't sure about her relatives and extended family before the outbreak happened and didn't talk to them as often as she should have, but with no real way to communicate anywhere else was hard enough. "I'll be fine Tanya." Alexis said reassuring her older sister when she was handed the gummy vitamins to take, though it was childish Alexis still liked things like that. When it was Tanya's turn she got up and headed over to where her sister had sat, passing her by Alexis took the same seat that her sister had been sitting in. Letting Ishida do her examination Tanya would look over towards the picture at his desk seeing what she assumed was his family there which made Tanya smile softly. "Is that your family?" She asked, taking all of the prescriptions that Ishida was giving to her and her sister she stood up putting her shirt back on and looked down at the tube of wafers seeing the little Japanese cartoon characters on it. Though they were for most likely the younger kids. "Thank you again, and i'm sorry we didn't come any sooner."</s>
<\|description\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Age: 25 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: {Name unknown by most. I love role-play so someone can be my accomplice :) } A tall, Caucasian from Florida, he is around 6" 1'. He is lean and slightly tanned, strong in upper and lower body. He has some facial hair, but not much, due to his large knife strapped on his chest. a somewhat shy man, who keeps to himself, and only speaks loudly when around a small group of friends that may not still be alive. he has a scar on his face, from a mutant wolf claw, and he has a spot on his left shoulder he makes sure is well covered... Biography: Born and raised along the east coast of America, Alexander has always wanted to travel to Europe, at least until the outbreak. He has/had (unknown) a younger sister, mother, and step-dad. He always loved the outdoors, and lucky for him, loved to role-play apocalypse situations as a kid. He also loved to parkour in his free time, and is very fit due to it. Not a drinker or smoker, though does love the woods. In schooling, his mother always pushed him to new limits, leading to him being in advanced math and history classes, in both middle and high school. He didn't have many friends in high school, and didn't like many sports. The only true friends he had were a small group of about 5-8 people. Although they were small in number, his friends and him made a YouTube channel, and saw each-other almost every weekend. They would role-play, shoot guns, parkour, and make videos on his channel (he was the owner of said channel). Alexander was close with his mother, mainly due to the fact that his parents were divorced, and he only got to see his dad on the summers. When he was with his mom, it was the school-year, so he lived regularly. When Alex was with his dad, however, they went sailing, hiking, camping, and fishing. Alexander was trying to become a famous archaeologist, and succeeded. He discovered lost cities, ancient religions, and lost civilizations no-one had ever heard of. He made award winning fantasy books, like The Dragon's Lover, and Lost in the City of Time (I don't know if they are real book names or not :) ). Alexander got a master's degree in Archaeology, and owned a mustang, a nice house, a large plot of wooded land, and he had a wife, and two kids. (They are of unknown location to them, which might be why he actually drank liquor for the first time since he was 21.) Pre-infection Career: An archaeologist who specialized in ancient Mayan cities. Parkoured and wrote stories in free-time. Other: Wears jeans, a t-shirt, and leather "armor" scraps over his clothes. Also has a paintball mask made into a gas-mask. In his camel-pack he has a mostly full water skin, a loaf of bread, some painkillers and vitamins, a Zippo black lighter, and some extra mags for his guns. Extra t-shirt and two pants included.</s> <\|message\|>(Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi "No." Captain Ishida Hisashi rejected the offer, before remembering the more socially graceful words, "thank you. That would be illegal. What ration is given to you is your own. Supplies are limited." He had always had difficulty expressing himself in the language of the land, partly due to his basic grasp of it. All he could do was to state facts, but what he felt and what he thought were constantly locked inside of him. He could state those as facts too, but that would be insufficient. Looking down at Alexis, Tanya's younger sister, he couldn't help but to crack a smile, "Hello, Alexis-Chan. It is good that you are reading." Before turning back, rather reluctantly, to her guardian. Behind her was her dinner - they were eating out of cans again. In fact, most people were these days. Modern living by itself was unhealthy in some ways, and to live in a fallen modern society would be worse. The 'farm' that was set out would not be able to feed everyone around the year, very far from it in fact. The very same thing that was sustaining them was killing them over the long term. "Tanya-Kun, you missed your medical appointment today." The medical officer said, concern trickling through. "While you and your sister's last screening has uncovered little health issues, a month passing is a very long time." Bringing up his computer, he checked his digital schedule. After pressing a few virtual buttons and passing between virtual windows, he came upon the right day on his calender. "I have another window for you open two days later. Or I could do it tonight." Looking at the kid again, he remembered what Jack had said behind his back as he was leaving the bar-n, what some people were saying when they thought he couldn't hear or understand. While they didn't have the power to remove him from his duty, what they had said had cut deeper than that. Looking at the kid had given him some hope. "We will protect Alexis-Chan. No matter what it takes." He said to Tanya as he smiled again at the youngling.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack shrugged his shoulders and asked for his whiskey back. If someone else was paying he was sure as hell going to oblige. Grabbing the small glass he sipped at it and grimaced again, the lovely taste of piss filled his mouth. Sighing he looked the man over. He actually had no idea who this was, he had only heard the name from the Peacekeeper. However it was only fair that you knew your drinking buddies name. "Name's Jack. Brit, born and bred, what about you fella? I heard Matt from those blue-tops, but where you from? It seems like we have all kinds around here. First you got the locals who turn up, me in fact as well, and then those from out of the state. Then. Well. Blue tops from out of the country arrive and apparently we all have to worship the ground they stand on and respect their bullying ways." Jack winked smugly before taking another sip from his cup, he offered it up to connect with Matt's glass, he was always a fan of knocking glasses.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew "Matt" Clarke The man offered a toast of sorts, Matt obliged. The glasses clanked and the two drank. "Where am I from? Up north I guess. I guess it really doesn't matter that this point because most of my family is gone. If not all of them" Matthew said, but he suddenly changed his demeanor to try and get the self-pity and sadness away. "Brit eh? What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Matthew asked. Finding out new things about people was always an interesting situation to get into. Matthew found, before the Z's took over the working world, that he loved interacting with new people, as long as they were friendly, and often tried to make new friends and acquaintances. At this point, with all that was going on in the world, having more friends was not a bad idea. But on the other hand, it could be. New friends meant that you cared about people. Whether it be in a friendly fashion or something more. The more you cared the more you were likely to be hurt in the end. The Z's were persistent beings, they usually got what they wanted. Their only drive was to eat, humans was to survive. The Z's usually won.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Rain, great for masking your sound. A strange man, whom no-one recognized, thought to himself as walked in through the entrance to the camp. He didn't look like a standard civilian, nor a guard. Some-what like a mix. He wore dark, strengthened leather armor pieces over his t-shirt and pants. He had sneakers that were slightly worn, but could last for still some time. On his back was a large camel-pack, which was when people started to realize this must be one of the fabled Scavengers. The Scavengers rarely came into camps, and spent almost all of their time looting and in abandoned cities. They were the closets one to the undead, and the farthest from them. Strapped to this man's hip was a pistol, that lucky enough, had a silencer on it. Also across his back was a rifle with a decent scope, but no silencer was seen on this weapon, though it was hard to tell in the rain and dark... This strange man made his way toward an area of commotion, some kind of barn, it appeared. Once inside, a hush fell upon the place. This man, a white man with a mop of blond hair, sat at the barn and order a drink. The bartender was a little weary by now, and somewhat afraid of the man. Not only did he have the guns, but he had a large knife across his chest. When the bartender slipped him a drink, the man passed him a small amount of vitamins. the bartender was shocked, but the man told him in a somewhat gruff voice to keep them, and proceeded to sip on his drink, all eyes on him...</s> <\|message\|>Tanya Roberts Tanya nodded at Captain Ishida she did drink coffee often whenever she had it, when Ishida mentioned missing her and her sister's appointment for the month she rubbed her head slightly. "I totally forgot, I've just been working so much that it must have slipped my mind." Tanya answered as she went to take the can off of the stove and onto the counter. Alexis looked up at Ishida and smiled at him before putting the book face down on the built in table so she wouldn't lose her place. "It just keeps my occupied." Alexis answered looking over towards her sister for a moment she forgot about the appointment as well. "We can do it tonight, might as well get it done sooner then later. Just let us eat real quick, your more then welcome to join us as well." Tanya said looking towards Alexis who agreed to as well though Tanya never liked going to the doctors when she was growing up with the zombies outside she couldn't risk getting sick either and leave her sister to fend to herself. "Thank you Captain Ishida." Alexis smiled as she looked towards the can of beans.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Most people started to get back to their games and drinks, but some stayed staring at the man. He looked around, not moving his head, only his eyes, to look at all the people. He appeared to be studying the people. After finishing his drink, he pulled up his hood, covering his face, and started to leave. Someone stopped him before he could make it out the door... (any guests or people in the Bar-n go ahead if you want and role-play that you stopped me on the way out, I may be willing to do shady work or lessen the power of the Japanese. I might just get supplies, or whatever is needed.)</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack had immediately taken a liking to Matt. The guy seemed honest, hard working and like he was just trying to make his way in life. Whilst the foremost was not always a boon these days, the rest were respectable enough. Sipping at his drink Jack almost laughed at the question too his origins. Hell, if he had a choice he would still be back home. "Grew up in London. School was shit so I just bummed around, making some money from a number of less than legal vemtures and eventually my parents got tired of it. Family booked me a flight and sent me to live with my Aunt over this side of the pond. Course I didn't change toi much." Jack winked and then downed the remainder of his drink. "Anyways, thanks for the drink Matty boy. I shall return the favour someday. Until then keep yourself well." Jack got up, patted Matt on the bag and half walked, half stumbled, towards the exit. He hadn't noticed the Scavenger come in and so was thoroughly surprised as he collided with the blonde haired man. Reversing suddenly Jack spluttered out a curse. "Fucking hell! Watch where your going." Jack then noticed the gun. "Jesus christ, it is not my night, guard or blue top? 'Cus those are the only two groups allowed guns out in the open here." Of course many others had firearms and Jack had his eye on a nice pistol. But on thw black market they were incredibly expensive and more of a pipe dream for most.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen On his way out the exit, Alexander (unknown to most) was interrupted by a somewhat drunk man, probably from England based on his words. As the two men both backed up, Alex made sure this wasn't a purposeful introduction to an attack, and saw a look of shock on the man's face. The English man claimed "it wasn't his night," and asked if Alex was "a guard or a blue top". Alex knew what a guard was, of course, but had never heard of "blue top." "Neither," Alex replied, "I am a Scavenger, and I will carry my weapons wherever I so chose." Alex figured that this man might be a good fellow, but as a drunk man, he should probably be left alone until morning. "Are you still sober enough to tell me where any tents are that I can fall asleep in, or do I have to ask another person." All Alex was hoping for was that the guards or the "blue tops" didn't show up, and didn't know about him until morning. Although, getting an answer would be nice, and getting a map of the base would be better...</s> <\|message\|>Jack Sullam Jack narrowed his eyes as the man mentioned he was neither. In all honesty Scavengers were nothing to him but wannabe heroes. However the man was armed and his arrogant dismissal of the camp's rules tickled Jack. Though his knowledge, or lack of, meant he wasn't a local. Hell Jack had had enough of being told what to do by the camp, and it's prestigious guests. Walking forward he gestured out of the door. "Have you seen the state of the camp fella? We are packed in here and if there was much spare room it would be taken." Then pointing to one of the dirtier looking ends of the camp he spoke again. "See, I was one of the first ones here and I get shitted on. Now I may have a bed in my bunk that is free, but a decent space to sleep is hard to come by around here so..." Jack looked off into the distance and then smiled. "Tell you what! You can have the bunk for thw night, if you get me something nice. Don't care what! But something I can't get this side of the fence." Turning Jack was caught in a slight daze but then righted himself. He then offered his hand and plastered on a cheeky grin.</s>	<\|message\|>Alexander "Alex" Gallen Alex was a little skeptical at how quickly this man's mood changed, but still reached out and shook the hand, unable to keep a completely straight face. Alex decided that he might as well try to have at least one friend in camp, for when he placed his bombs at the main guard locations. He still remembered the damaged house he used on the edge of the city, and left his makeshift bombs there. I will use the shack as a base, and leave my rifle there. I will get him "something special," and then come back. Alexander hoped the house still had its barricades on it, and hoped that even if it didn't, the hidden compartment in the closet on the west side of the house wasn't discovered. He still knew a couple of stores and locations of the city that weren't scavenged, by him at least. "Do you have anything in particular you want?" Alex asked the man in a hushed voice. People were starting to take notice, and as such, Alex asked the man if they could go somewhere less crowded to talk, as he double checked all his supplies were still fastened tightly, and that his pistol and rifle were still in place.</s>
<\|description\|>Alena Carthenwald _Lachrymose_ A light shortsword. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries and counter-attacks and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords. _Miseria_ A short steel dagger for close ranged stealth kills, small and concealable under any circumstances. There's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of poison. _Raven's Feathers_ Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles or used for a discreet, far ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky guard or two (Maximum Limit: 12) _Wind of Thanatos_ Only for those situations when accuracy is favored over close brutality. A special bow given to her by the Ravenhead, the arrows are magically imbued with a damaging poison upon every draw and grants the user the distinct Death's Eye, allowing them to see further and in more clarity than the average mortal. (Limit: 23 Arrows) Age: 28 Rank: Elite City Reputation: Killer for Hire Personality: There isn't much difficulty in getting along with Alena. Likewise, she is witty and has a very charming charisma about herself. She can be romantic at times too, but she fears growing too attached to people, especially if they may end up being her target one day. When she doesn't have her hands wet with blood, she enjoys strolls about the city and catching a few operas. However, on the job she takes a different personality, cold, methodical, and without remorse. Alena is skilled in both one handed and two handed melee combat and is a dead-eye in marksmanship. she is also an expert when it comes to parkour/free running, able to leap and bound and flow gracefully atop the city roofs and high passages. As for stealth, Alena is like a spirit looming upon you when you least expect her. Trivia: Tends to show more of a preference towards women Bio: House-Carthenwald was once the most prominent of families who were part of the aristocracy of Karstberg, a small island nation of the Mercarian Sea. Alena's father, Magnus, was the head of an illustrious trading company that operated in the Market District, selling and trading rare goods that were gathered from all across the globe. He shared the business with his half brother and Alena's uncle, Venius, yet rebuked Venius' idea that the company should be dealing arms and armaments instead of rare spices and such, as he did not wish to be a merchant of blood. Little did he know this would have consequences. Magnus fell in love later on with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Alena. Twas thanks to her mother that Alena was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. When she turned thirteen, Magnus entrusted his business to her, along with all of his riches. It was an action that further angered Venius, and soon he retaliated in violence. One night, a band of mercenaries hired by Venius stormed the Carthenwald Manor. Magnus was slain trying to defend his home and his family and Marianne was later murdered by the men. Alena survived the attack, unaware that Venius was the orchestrator of this vile action. As she watched her family's illustrious and elegant manor erupt in flames, she fled from the city and towards the forest in fear of her own life still being forfeit. She was attacked there upon by a gang of ruthless bandits, but rescued by a man in a dark cloak and form-fitting armor. He was Matthias Grimm, the head of a secret and illegal guild of assassins known simply as the Coven of Thorns, not to mention a worshiper of the God of Death. Matthias saw great potential in Alena more or less as a whipped pup that lacked training, judging by the pain she harbored for the loss of her beloved family and noted upon her desire to punish those responsible. So he inducted her into the Coven. It was a baptism in blood for Alena. For the next thirteen years, she endured the Coven's brutal and often fatal training regiment, shattering away the innocence of an aristocratic young girl and shaping her down into a weapon of cold lethality. She took upon herself the most daunting of assignments, often times placing her in the thick of peril, yet she would return successful and unscathed. Yet, after all these years serving the Coven, she still clung to her main goal, revenge.... It wasn't till later upon investigating the ruins of her family home for her own that she discovered the perpetrator of those vile crimes years ago, Venius Carthenwald, now head of her father's company, usurper of her family legacy. And as though fate could not be cruel enough, Venius became one of her clients. Though seething with rage behind clenched teeth, Alena met with her loathsome uncle and a contract was arranged, Venius now seeking to forego business and aspire to higher...more political ambitions. It would be the most prolific assassination ever carried out by the Coven, the murder of Karstberg's High Emperor. Months went into planning the attack, Alena and Matthias working tirelessly to make the perfect arrangements for the Emperor's death. Soon came the day destined, but though the assassination went smoothly....everything after...fell into Oblivion. Once Alena met with Venius to confirm the kill, she was caught by his mercenaries and stripped of her cloak, revealing her identity to him, yet in fact he knew all along. He tried to have her killed, but without much effort she slew his sellswords and him as well. Upon his dying breath however, he snickered, Now I've slain BOTH your families. These words, they struck fear into her heart. She raced from the city back to the forest, again that damning smell of smoke looming about the air and the ghastly vermillion glow emanating through the trees. It was just as Venius proclaimed so wicked and arrogantly even in death....the Coven had been put to the sword. Amidst the burning rubble of the Coven Sanctuary, Alena searched for survivors, sustaining a few scathing wounds as a wooden beam graced her shoulder. Neither she could find, all around her the assassins lying dead. But then she heard a cough, ragged and filled with smoke. It was Matthias, impaled by a blade into the wall, yet still breathing barely. In his last waking hours upon the realm of the living, he had but one last request for Alena, his protege.......live, go and seek life elsewhere but Karstberg, fly upon the Raven's wings to sanctuary. Alena honored his request and with tears in her eyes she granted the suffering old man eternal rest. From that day on, Alena has traveled from continent to continent, never giving up the life of an assassin. She has still kept with the old traditions as well, taking contracts and fulfilling them at her own discretion. She's made a hefty sum of gold, though she resumes to live a meager existence, hidden beyond the veil of shadows.</s> <\|message\|>Celaena Sardothien Celaena seen them and smiled then looked at the guards due to being pissed of she went right into the middle of them, while alternating between dodging and attacking, a guard tried to punch her again, but she caught his arm then knocked him to his knees with her foot, she ripped of his helmet then rammed his head against a wall until the skin was off one side of his face, she then scraped the front of his face further disfiguring him, she then sliced his throat to make sure he was dead</s> <\|message\|>Alena Carthenwald To whom it may concern, It is of the utmost importance that I have called upon your expertise for a rather malicious but justifiable task, given you have a known reputation for making problems disappear. An intolerable, wretched oaf of a man by the name of Lucien Balford has shamed my wife and my household, but has slipped past the justice of the kingdom, however he shall not slip past my swift hand I send to strike him. No matter the cost, I want this urchin dealt with as soon as possible in the most lethal method imaginable by an ill-famed cutthroat. Make sure this swine Balford is never able to lay hands upon anyone's property ever again. Signed, Erick Vaughn Lastraad. The tattered sepia toned parchment had written upon it such fiery language and foul utterances towards the chosen target, and at the bottom where the client had written his name lied the mark that forever sealed Balford's fate, the crimsoned, smeared bloody palm-print to mark the man's untimely demise. Having met with Lastraad beforehand as per-custom within the city's dank and dark catacombs, a secluded and indeed sordid arrangement only illuminated by dim, flickering torchlight, the exchange of coin was made for bloodshed as the return gratitude. Such were the blood-soaked contracts, notes left upon a withering, hollow tree of the old cemetery where the ravens perched, their cantankerous caws echoing the arrival of a client to the forbidden grounds soaked with the hatred and agony of dead men festering. There the notes were plucked from the tree as ripened apples dripping with their beautiful nectar, but that nectar indeed held the bite of a serpent's venom, for these were letters unto an evil that forever sealed a man's fate to the grave. The assassin who handled such dark and grim affairs was Alena. Rolling up the contract, she stuffed it into the crevice of her light and surprisingly flexible armor, emerging from her perch high atop the majestic city of Ardarlan, as beautiful as the day she first laid eyes upon its towering buttresses, it's magnificent and colorful market, its posh and elegant Noble Quarter. This was a city she was indeed in love with, marveling the view with such lustful eyes as though a groom who looked upon his bride on the night they made solemn vow to love each other till death do they part. But the time for sightseeing and awing were naught. Alena had a mission, find Balford within the city, kill him, and bring back the blood rose as proof of her sinister endeavors. I, the wings who guide the Angel of Death, take flight. It was the mantra of all the assassins of the Coven, the very same that brutish man with the scar across his face had taught Alena when she first learned to fly as Matthias called it. More-so it was a swift leap from atop the belfry of the hallowed temple and onto the rooftops she sprinted forth, leaping over to the other roof adjacent to her, then another until it seemed the woman was gliding across thin air. Her hastened stride paused however upon lieu of a commotion catching her ears. Ah, the royal guardsmen, their armor gleaming as snow freshly fallen upon the cold mountains to the north and clattering as though pots and pans of iron stuffed so halfheartedly in a cupboard. Twas a sight and sound that made her crimson eyes glint with ill delight, but who be this? They crowded round a woman, a rather striking lass, hair long and gilded a soft shade of honey and eyes, dazzling sapphires. Many a tale was heard of a legendary cloak and dagger that fit such an alluring description, even as far as Imperial ruled Karstberg. Alena smirked under the guise of her hood and with a leap she crashed through the window with a resounding shatter of stained glass. Her cloak, dark and billowing, it flowed around her slim fitting leather armour, giving a sort of ethereal, haunting presence to the woman and in a flash of her hand, the guards before her fell dead, each with a slender, stiletto blade jutting from their jugulars spewing red.</s> <\|message\|>Celaena Sardothien Celaena looked at Aery and the Urchins with cold eyes, Celaena had killed most of the guards singlehandly due to being this angry, she dropped her weapons and then walked away from the scene " I'll have contracts for you tomorrow aery." She added, this was the angriest Celaena had been for fifteen years.</s>	<\|message\|>Alena Carthenwald "And just where do you believe you're going, miss?" A sultry giggle sounded from the woman's lips towards the flustered blonde storming away. "No gratitude at all for coming to your aid? Why I'm quite offended." With a whisk of her cloak behind her she turned to face Celaena, quite the reputation preceding her, but of Alena's face, nothing could be discerned...except for a pair of lush ruby lips curling into a haughty smirk, those old noble habits it seemed. "Celaena Sardothien I presume? Your name is hard to forget."</s>
<\|description\|>Alena Carthenwald _Lachrymose_ A light shortsword. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries and counter-attacks and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords. _Miseria_ A short steel dagger for close ranged stealth kills, small and concealable under any circumstances. There's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of poison. _Raven's Feathers_ Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles or used for a discreet, far ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky guard or two (Maximum Limit: 12) _Wind of Thanatos_ Only for those situations when accuracy is favored over close brutality. A special bow given to her by the Ravenhead, the arrows are magically imbued with a damaging poison upon every draw and grants the user the distinct Death's Eye, allowing them to see further and in more clarity than the average mortal. (Limit: 23 Arrows) Age: 28 Rank: Elite City Reputation: Killer for Hire Personality: There isn't much difficulty in getting along with Alena. Likewise, she is witty and has a very charming charisma about herself. She can be romantic at times too, but she fears growing too attached to people, especially if they may end up being her target one day. When she doesn't have her hands wet with blood, she enjoys strolls about the city and catching a few operas. However, on the job she takes a different personality, cold, methodical, and without remorse. Alena is skilled in both one handed and two handed melee combat and is a dead-eye in marksmanship. she is also an expert when it comes to parkour/free running, able to leap and bound and flow gracefully atop the city roofs and high passages. As for stealth, Alena is like a spirit looming upon you when you least expect her. Trivia: Tends to show more of a preference towards women Bio: House-Carthenwald was once the most prominent of families who were part of the aristocracy of Karstberg, a small island nation of the Mercarian Sea. Alena's father, Magnus, was the head of an illustrious trading company that operated in the Market District, selling and trading rare goods that were gathered from all across the globe. He shared the business with his half brother and Alena's uncle, Venius, yet rebuked Venius' idea that the company should be dealing arms and armaments instead of rare spices and such, as he did not wish to be a merchant of blood. Little did he know this would have consequences. Magnus fell in love later on with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Alena. Twas thanks to her mother that Alena was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. When she turned thirteen, Magnus entrusted his business to her, along with all of his riches. It was an action that further angered Venius, and soon he retaliated in violence. One night, a band of mercenaries hired by Venius stormed the Carthenwald Manor. Magnus was slain trying to defend his home and his family and Marianne was later murdered by the men. Alena survived the attack, unaware that Venius was the orchestrator of this vile action. As she watched her family's illustrious and elegant manor erupt in flames, she fled from the city and towards the forest in fear of her own life still being forfeit. She was attacked there upon by a gang of ruthless bandits, but rescued by a man in a dark cloak and form-fitting armor. He was Matthias Grimm, the head of a secret and illegal guild of assassins known simply as the Coven of Thorns, not to mention a worshiper of the God of Death. Matthias saw great potential in Alena more or less as a whipped pup that lacked training, judging by the pain she harbored for the loss of her beloved family and noted upon her desire to punish those responsible. So he inducted her into the Coven. It was a baptism in blood for Alena. For the next thirteen years, she endured the Coven's brutal and often fatal training regiment, shattering away the innocence of an aristocratic young girl and shaping her down into a weapon of cold lethality. She took upon herself the most daunting of assignments, often times placing her in the thick of peril, yet she would return successful and unscathed. Yet, after all these years serving the Coven, she still clung to her main goal, revenge.... It wasn't till later upon investigating the ruins of her family home for her own that she discovered the perpetrator of those vile crimes years ago, Venius Carthenwald, now head of her father's company, usurper of her family legacy. And as though fate could not be cruel enough, Venius became one of her clients. Though seething with rage behind clenched teeth, Alena met with her loathsome uncle and a contract was arranged, Venius now seeking to forego business and aspire to higher...more political ambitions. It would be the most prolific assassination ever carried out by the Coven, the murder of Karstberg's High Emperor. Months went into planning the attack, Alena and Matthias working tirelessly to make the perfect arrangements for the Emperor's death. Soon came the day destined, but though the assassination went smoothly....everything after...fell into Oblivion. Once Alena met with Venius to confirm the kill, she was caught by his mercenaries and stripped of her cloak, revealing her identity to him, yet in fact he knew all along. He tried to have her killed, but without much effort she slew his sellswords and him as well. Upon his dying breath however, he snickered, Now I've slain BOTH your families. These words, they struck fear into her heart. She raced from the city back to the forest, again that damning smell of smoke looming about the air and the ghastly vermillion glow emanating through the trees. It was just as Venius proclaimed so wicked and arrogantly even in death....the Coven had been put to the sword. Amidst the burning rubble of the Coven Sanctuary, Alena searched for survivors, sustaining a few scathing wounds as a wooden beam graced her shoulder. Neither she could find, all around her the assassins lying dead. But then she heard a cough, ragged and filled with smoke. It was Matthias, impaled by a blade into the wall, yet still breathing barely. In his last waking hours upon the realm of the living, he had but one last request for Alena, his protege.......live, go and seek life elsewhere but Karstberg, fly upon the Raven's wings to sanctuary. Alena honored his request and with tears in her eyes she granted the suffering old man eternal rest. From that day on, Alena has traveled from continent to continent, never giving up the life of an assassin. She has still kept with the old traditions as well, taking contracts and fulfilling them at her own discretion. She's made a hefty sum of gold, though she resumes to live a meager existence, hidden beyond the veil of shadows.</s> <\|message\|>Shadow Shadow had long since given up on getting to any help so he just rolled himself over and look up at the sky. He wished that he could have done a bit more good in his life. he felt numb but that was nothing he was going to focus on. he had trained ever since the death of his parents. he fought with all the people that tried to teach him and now he was laying on a road in a city feeling like crap and dying. his mind traced back to try and figure out why he felt this way. he had lost blood yes but this was worse. he was slowly losing every thing. his will to fight his strength and his life all were fading. in a moment he knew what it was. the damn blade that cut him had to have had poison on it. a slow acting poison that he had yet to encounter yet was his best guess. he smiled and then gave a laugh it hurt like hell but he didn't care. taken out by cheap tactics what a way to go.</s> <\|message\|>Mr Davidson "YAH,YAH!" he wiped his horse into over drive until he came upon an urchin camp. "well, we need to make sure her spies never make it" he hitched his horse and walked in "Who wants some food" he drew his knife and 'set to work' on the boys and girls (I know its wrong but after the fleeing i know you would be mad so he is damage controliing)</s> <\|message\|>Celaena Sardothien " Aery I need to talk to you about something else" Celaena looked at Aery as they walked to some place else " When you helped me in the castle, I seen a few guards hesitate to harm you, anything to say?" Celaena crouched to her knees so she was eye level to Aery, she softly lay her hands on Aerys shoulders</s>	<\|message\|>Alena Carthenwald "Hmph! Well that was quite rude. I expected better of a legend." Alena huffed deciding to leave the scene. Besides, there were contracts to fulfill instead of shooting the breeze with someone...who rather loathed her company, even if that someone be a well-known assassin. Following upon one last tip from the embittered businessman that was Lastraad before he and the assassin had parted ways, Alena continued her swift and hasty stride across the rooftops and the high passages of majestic Karstberg in pursuit of her designated target. According to the angry man and his venomous spouting of utterances towards the dark haired woman with eyes red as blood, the bastard known only as Lucien Balford was a well round drunkard who haunted a tavern in the eastern quarter of the city, a place where Alena might expect to find a lowlife such as Balford. From high atop, she leapt to the city streets below her feet, landing safely and displaying such grace a woman of the hidden blade could exhibit. None could see her beautiful visage though hidden behind the thick scarf that obscured her luscious yet subtle lips and her petite nose and the black hood draped over her head, concealing the rest of her face in infinite shadows, the only feature Alena revealed of her identity were a pair of gleaming red eyes that peered through the darkness unto the other citizens who passed by her without a care or a second glance towards the black clad woman ominously stalking through the crowded streets and back alleys. Despite the reputation of this crime ridden district, the passages of the eastern quarter were rather lax and unguarded, not a single armed guard of the city watch patrolling the area, which only made this task so much easier than the journey from the catacombs to Bartleby's Tavern without catching sight of the nuisances armored in their thick plate and mail, nuisances being they offered no challenge to the woman, so slow and so easy to dispatch. Alena approached the tavern's door, carefully turning the knob and nudging it open with a subtle creak of the old pinewood, immediately being sucker-punched by the raw stench of old ale and that oft musky odor of well...men, nefarious men at that. Her uninvited intrusion frankly fell unnoticed by Bartleby's many intoxicated occupants since it was drowned by their raucous drunk debauchery and cantankerous merrymaking. Most, if not many of these scruffy and bearded burly few, were sea captains and sailors who made their living upon the vast oceans, either sailing forth merchant and trader ships or fishing the high seas for a plentiful bounty to bring to market. The clanking of their iron tankards and their boastful hearty laughter intermingled with many a sea shanty they bellowed jovially. In all honesty, they were quite the vocalists in Alena's opinion, but the woman was not here to applaud the singing of sailors. Balford, he was here somewhere. It would've been sufficient if Lastraad could've given a better mental picture of this malicious ne'er do well, but the only clue he could give Alena of Balford's identity was he was a fat man with bright red hair, and from Alena's point of view, there were alot of men here who fit that particular description, however thanks to his haggard demeanor, Balford outed himself to his death dealer. "Bartelby ye old codger! Another round of Ale for me hearties!" There he was, the obese buffoon hollering to the elderly yet still broad barkeep for more booze for him and his comrades, a select few of burly men, shirtless and obscenely immodest but their chests brandished the scars of many a tussle, not to mention a mat of nodded hairs, and some wondered why Alena preferred the company of women over men. "Right away, Balford ye ole sea dog! Aurelia! Take these fine gents their ale! That table over there!" Bartleby handed the tray of tankards, filled to the brim with intoxicating ale, to a rather scraggly young barmaid, a petite figure with dusty blonde hair in a tousled mess around her shoulders, but a face as fair as an angel. I would be damned to ever frequent such a place if I were her. Alena pondered eyeing the lovely young lady, carefully sauntering across the tavern in all her dark cloak and armor towards her, all the while fetching a small vial of an ominous black substance of sorts from the pommel of her dagger sheathed to her side, next to her sword no less. "Ah...pardon me, mademoiselle." She spoke softly to the barmaid, feigning an accidental bumping into of the woman's tray she carried, but no less a faint smile crossing her lips as she saw the drops of dark liquid dissolve into Balford's beverage, along with his mates' drinks for good measure. "I should be more careful next time. Forgive me." Afterwards, before making her exit, she turned at the door to see Balford gulp down his ale. "URGH!! B-bloody hell!" Immediately his hand grasped his fat neck as he gasped for air and groaned in an infernal storm of agony. Saliva, frothy and red with his own blood, began to seep from the cracked crevices of his mouth, and soon a torrent of red exhumed from his lips and unto the knotty cedar of the table where he sat. His chums soon followed with their own cries of pain and suffering, a commotion it did cause, but before the perpetrator was discovered, she would be long gone from this den of undesirable denizens. Before her departure though, the sly woman jumped at the opportunity to leave a kiss upon the cheek of the barmaiden, "Fare thee well, my lovely." And out the door she was, scaling the high wall next to her and taking to the rooftops again, vanished before the watch soon arrived to investigate this vile account of foul play.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin's ears dropped beneath her hood, vaguely visible. She slunk away, rather like a kicked cat. Fading slowly as embarrassment caught up to her. Moving carefully and silently she weaved her way between other students, trying not to stand on anyone's toes, by this time there was nothing of her that could be seen, nothing but a faint impression of her eyes, gone before you could register you had seen them. Passing by girls, boys, and what appeared to be a pair of twins, Kiy slumped down against a wall, slowly fading back into view. "Why, did I leave?" she muttered to herself, "Alice was nice, I understood Alice, mostly, but here is weird, I don't like it here. Alice please." Her tail slipped free and started lashing softly by her side, showing her agitation. Her hands, had she looked at them were shrinking, gold-ginger fur growing on the backs. She was losing control of her form, it happened occasionally when she was scared or agitated, and today she was a little of both. I wasn't really the incident earlier, rather it was the coming somewhere new, with so many new people, and the feeling was only just catching up to her now.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas At that, both twins grinned playfully at Peter, both having heard that multiple times already. They decided to mess with him a little bit first. "Like-" "-what?" The twins asked oh-so innocently but they soon laughed it off, calling out their joke. "Well it's too bad, Peter," Hansel explained patiently. "It's a habit of ours," giggled Gretel. "Call us creepy twins," Hansel joked. "But we don't care," Finished the female twin. Finally, both of them answered Peter's question in one voice. "We're freshmen." Hansel asked as an afterthought, "Are you a senior?"</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumpled" Stiltskin Rylan, to say the least, was rather annoyed by all the kids that began showing up. He'd become slightly bored, waiting on whatever they were waiting for. Then he saw the big guy roar at the blonde girl. He cocked an eyebrow, and stood from where he sat on the steps. The black haired girl - Belle Sinclair - took to calming him down. This could be interesting... Rylan reasoned with himself. The guy was obviously very intimidating towards the others - so would he be the top dog among the new students? Well that just didn't sit well with Rylan. Let's see how far you'll go... Seeing a chance to present himself, Rylan pushed through some student, shoving some blonde kid out of the way. "C'mon now, guys..." He said, stepping to the middle of the circle that had formed around the big guy. "Ms. Sinclair is right - you're among friends." He said, giving a fake smile. "Come on now, big guy... what do you say? Wanna be my friend?" He proposed, purposely speaking in a taunting tone. "Let's see, do you like magic tricks?" He reached into his pocket and fished out a bronze penny from a jumble of loose coins. "Let's see..." He flicked the coin up like he was doing a coin toss. All the while, he watched the guy's eyes - was he getting angrier? He caught the coin and closed his fingers around. He blew on the fist and opened his hand- the coin was gone. "Ta-da!" He looked to some of the students - obviously unamused. "Not good enough for you guys? Tough crowd..." He reached over, placing his hand beside Belle's ear. He snapped his finger and the coin appeared in his fingers. "Well what do you know - Belle Sinclair! Rich in coins and in beauty." He gave her a mischievous wink, which he was certain she wouldn't find attractive, but that was the point. He pocketed the coin and stared dead-on at the big guy. "Did ya like that?" He put on another fake smile, daring the guy to get angrier.</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström This was a mistake. Elsa watched as people, her peers, began gathering around at the entrance. All varied in some way or another but not in a way that Elsa varied, she thought. How could they know? Taking a deep breath, Elsa tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she opened the taxi door, leaving the safety of anonymity for that of exposure. This was it... Her first trial of rejoining the world and what a way to pick it. Boarding school with what Elsa had imagined to be filled with conniving and ruthless teens, all fueled by hormones and that drive for identity. But if she could survive this without a major incident, she could return and embrace her sister once more. The taxi driver, who had been standing just outside Elsa's door with her luggage for awhile now, was peeved that he was stuck idling as Elsa gazed off in the distance. He coughed which snapped Elsa out of her trance and quickly handed her backpack, suitcase, and a trunk all filled with whatever she planned on needing or wanting. The taxi driver nodded and quickly left, not expecting a tip for his services, leaving Elsa alone to face the world. "No going back..." She whispered to nobody in particular as she gripped the handles to her wheeled luggage containers tightly. Another deep breath and Elsa made way to the entrance and by extension the mass of people all in conversation. As Elsa approached, her posture was stiff but very noble. Her chin ever so slightly titled upwards to give onlookers the impression that she was just as cold hearted as she appeared. Speaking of which, her outfit was a bit unplanned as her cashmere sweater began form crystalized ice around the sleeves and collar so she quickly threw a plan blue hoodie that was several sizes larger than Elsa. A tactical move to cover her hands to prevent any unintentionally freezing. Thankfully her pants, slightly rolled up, and flats hadn't begun to freeze yet. The first thing Elsa stumbled into was some sort of magic trick being performed. Who still did magic? Elsa thought to herself as she had believed that tings like that were a bit childish according to her research through various televised programs. But a quick study showed that the would be magician was only trying to aggravate a tall fellow. Elsa kept her distance as she navigated around the gathered group and hung close to the front door to make a hasty escape if things turned ugly but she had to see this through. It would be nice to know who to avoid through this whole ordeal.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at the beastly man whose roar captured everyone's attention, he watched for a few moments as Beast began to regret his actions and saw how differently people here seemed to be. Kovu was most taken aback by Belle and Kyrin's actions, they were being so kind and friendly to someone who had acted so angrily and tried to push everyone away. His eyes lingered on Belle as he thought 'maybe this place will be different'. Kovu abruptly turned away not wanting to stare at the scene and cause Beast to act like he had again. More students kept arriving but Kovu didn't see anyone he could befriend....although he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Usually the outsiders stuck together but here it felt like it wouldn't be like that and it scared him. Kovu turned to look at the girl whose voice echoed behind him. A map!? he panicked, we're supposed to have maps. Kovu couldn't remember recieving one...unless he did and packed it somewhere in one of his bags; he hoped</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham In the meantime, Graham still was unable to remove Cedric from the tree. Cedric seemed to be holding onto a branch for dear life. Cedric! This is highly irregular of you! You must come down this instant! I understand your fear of the beast, but now you won't come down even if we're simply going into the academy. Graham stopped shaking and began pondering to himself. This wouldn't be about your attending the academy with me would it Cedric? OOooh! Yes Graham! I really do prefer to stay at home rather than join you on any of terrifying quests! Terrifying?! I don't believe any of them would be that forbidding for a brave Owl like you. We've been swallowed by whales, entered haunted forests, defeated the yeti. That is exactly what I'm most afraid of! Besides, I've already gone through the scariest of them all! Academia! I faced my four monthes and the magical academy for owls! I don't see my reason for attending this one! Four Monthes? An Owl's life is shorter than a human's therefore our time in academia is much more shorter than yours. Graham sighed, he'd love to meet the locals, but he desperately needed Cedric to accompany him and join him on yet another mystical adventure. With no other choice, Graham took out his backpack and slashed the branch Cedric to holding onto off. OH NOOOOOO! Cedric cried and tried to fly away, finding another tree to hide in. Graham looked down at the branch. The branch wasn't entirely cut off, it was light and only half the size of a normal branch. He fit the branch into his pocket. You never know when you may need a branch. Now then, where's Cedric? Cedric was flying in circles, Graham laughed and started to make chase. Cedric then took off in a random direction, towards the beast. EEEEEEEK! Cedric did a complete 180 and started flying the other way, making sure not to come in grabbing distance of the beast. Graham was startled and ended up bumping into the beast, quickly scrambling to his feet. Cedric! He turns to the beast. Once again I am terribly sorry. My owl friend has trouble making friends, perhaps we can chat when everything's cooled down. Graham started chasing after Cedric, only to see him scream at Graham pursuing and running head first into some young thin girl. (AKA Elsa) Oh dear. Graham ran over and finally seized Cedric and placed him down on the ground. He then tended to the girl. I am terribly sorry Ma'am, Cedric doesn't usually act like this. I hope you are unharmed. My name is Graham, of Daventry.</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague: Elsa Muriel Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit. They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter. "Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..." "Do you know any sort-" "-of loopholes or somethin'?"</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast listened to the old woman, glad that things were moving along and he could get out of this crowd. He did admit that the woman 'poofing' shocked him, but not because of the magic. Hell, he spent the last few years with a tea pot as a head maid. Beast let out a long sigh, a tired look in his eyes. Entering the building, it did not take him long to locate his room as his things were sitting out in the hallway blocking the path of several students. Sighing once again, he mentally cursed the driver for being lazy and glanced at the door. Adam Kovu ... ... Did they have to use his real name? Another sigh, this time with a hint of a groan behind it. He picked up one of his many bags and pushed the door open, apologizing gruffly to the other males in the hallway. It was a rather plainly designed room, just the basics as far as he could tell. That would soon change. He decided to take the room/bed nearest the window and began placing his things about the room and out of the hallway. He hung up paintings, changed the drapes, put down a rather elegant looking rug in the middle of the space, and on his desk he placed a small glass case. Inside was a single rose, glowing rather vibrantly. Where the hell was he supposed to put it? He wanted to hide it but... Sighing, he picked it up once again and walked over to his closet. He lifted the fragile thing and placed it delicately on the top shelf of his closet and pushed it to the back corner, out of the way. In this corner, he placed other such nick-nacks, old books, old photos of himself, a ribbon from his mother. Where and who was his roommate anyway? He didn't remember anyone introducing themselves as Kovu... He hoped to god it wasn't that slick haired boy from before with the magic tricks. Anyone but him. Beast sighed, looking at the bags of things on the floor before his bed when his mind returned to the plaque outside. He eyed the door before a small smile grew on his lips. Sifting through his bag, he located one of his sharper knives and walked outside and began the process of cutting his name out of the metal.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Gretel laughed out loud when she managed to surprise her roommate. She held out her hand and shook Belle's. "Yep. Gretel Thomas, nice to meet ya," she introduced herself cheerfully. She suddenly went to her bed and threw her stuff on it lazily before plopping on the bed herself. "Ah, a soft warm bed..." She muttered thankfully, and then faced Belle. "Hey, wanna help me unpack my stuff?" She offered. "It's not much, but I'll help unpack yours, too. Deal?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn't what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. "Sir? We're here." The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that's what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. Not a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible 'workshop', Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn't too late. It totally wasn't his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn't his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, and keep tinkering with the wire and bells.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually scared Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. Oh how I love magic.... He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - feel it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. Why couldn't I have a room alone... He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy Percy looked up quickly at the appearance of another male in his room, if he were to assume it was Rylan, the other name on the door. He stood up from his bed, about to open his mouth to talk and introduce himself, only to stop once he started talking. So he was correct, that it was his roommate. His eyebrow rose slightly at the feeling that was given off, slightly hostile and standoffish. Once his new room mate finished talking, an easy smile formed on his face. He was used to this type of person, and dealt with it a lot. He said calmly, a slight lift to his voice, showing his upbeat attitude," We should have no problem then, eh? As long as the same applies to me, dude. That your stuff, this is mine. The name's Percy by the way." He took his hat off, running his hand through his hair, before one more thing came to mind. "Oh, also, you're not allergic to cats are you?" His right eyebrow was raised higher then the left, accompanying his question, securing his hat back on his head. He rested his left hand down on the pommel of his sword as he waited for the reply, his body posture relaxed, showing no threat at all.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Finding the dorms, Konrad worked his way long the corridor skirting round anyone else and searching for his room, glancing at the doors he noticed that every room had two people's names on the plaques on the doors, but when he finally found his name right at the end it was on it's own, no other name. Which meant, no roommate. Konrad wasn't sure whether to be pleased or sad. He settled for pleased, plenty of time to be sad later. And any way they hadn't used his real name, but rather his alias of Konrad Tinker. Pushing his way into the room he found it was set up for two, smallish and plain, with simple, practical, furniture. Flinging his bags on a bed, Konrad pulled at his 'workshop' and expanded it a size, making it possible to access some of his more basic tools. Grabbing a pair of pliers he plopped onto the bed and started tying in loose ends of wire, weaving the anklet together. Snatching a thread from his shirt Konrad wove that in as well, brilliant blue mixing with the copper and gold. Thinking of that, time to change. His mother had made him dress in 'fine clothes fit for a prince' but to Konrad they were just unnecessarily bright and gaudy, almost announcing what he was. Riffling through one of his bags he pulled out his usual worn dark tee-shirt and three quarter pants. Closing his door he discarded the royal blue tasseled something-or-other-else his mother had decided on and pulled on the comfortable normal clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at Beast as he walked by him and into his new room, pushing the door closed behind him. He stared around at his the room...it was different than he thought it would be. It was actually nice, there were paintings on the wall, the drapes look good and an elegant rug on the floor. It must be this Adam guy Kovu thought staring at the rug, he probably comes from a rich family. Kovu saw that one bed was already taken and placed his bag on the other bed and dropped his backpack on the floor beside it. "I guess Adam must already be here," Kovu pondered quietly to himself wishing that he had stayed to say hello. "Let me in", Kovu heard from the other side of the door, it sounded like that beastly guy who was outside. Kovu was annoyed, he walked over to the door and yelled back, "Just go away, leave us alone and go back to your own room. Stop bothering Adam and most importantly stop bothering me...he's not here anyway so go find someone else to bully." Kovu stomped back to his bed and sat down on the edge.</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast's eye twitched with annoyance. "Let me in." He repeated now in a much more monotone voice. This guy thought he was bullying Adam? A funny thought. The Beast bullying himself. It was enough to make the rough looking man chuckle, a light smile splayed on his sharp features, annoyance replaced with bemusement. Still smiling, he banged on the door. "You're a real comedian, Kovu. I've never thought about bullying myself." He chuckled again, shaking his head with his hand still held to the door. It was true, though. He'd bully himself before he'd ever bully anyone else. Yet another prime example of people thinking the worst of him. Still, he couldn't fault them with it. He did look like a beast, a nasty individual who seemed to only live for blood and violence. Maybe he should just succumb to that. It wasn't like he'd ever find his true love here... It wasn't like anyone would be able to see past the bully to the boy underneath. Still, instead of cursing the witch, he'd come to thank her for her curse on him. Though it meant a life of solitude for himself, it also let him see the true colors of those around him. He told him who to trust and who not to trust, which... was probably everyone.</s>
<\|description\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair (NPC) Grandmother Fey She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin Chester Before Red could answer Kyrin's question Godmother Fey's voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey's voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. "Hi." Kyrin said cheerfully, "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s>	<\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester "Kitty. Kiy. Chester, come on" Alice's voice penetrated under the bed where Kyrin was hiding, wide eyes glowing in the weak light. "Won't." Kyrin whispered, tail lashing madly, "Won't, won't, won't" "Kyrin Chester! You will come out from under that bed this instant!" A Tomcat, ginger and white in colour, with strange blue eyes, crawled out from under the bed, whimpering in protest as Alice, a girl with long golden locks and pale skin, swept him off the floor and into her arms. "Alright, I've set some clothes out on the bed, so change and I'll send you on your way." Alice plopped Kyrin on the bed and wandered out the room. Shifting back to human form, Kyrin pulled on the cargo pants, stripy top and plain grey hoodie, tucking her dog tag down the front, and readjusting her red collar, before slipping out the door. Trotting silently down the corridor, Kyrin had nearly made it to the front door when she was intercepted by Alice, swept into a hug and kissed multiple times on the head. Tugging herself free, Kyrin grinned at Alice, "I'll be fine." Having ditched all her nerves from earlier with her cat skin. Flicking up her hood and pushing open the door, Kyrin stepped out onto the gravel path and looked up and down the quiet road. "Ummm…… where exactly is this school?" Alice grinned, much like Kyrin normally did, "You didn't think I was going to let go of you that easily, did you? Come on." Alice disappeared into the garage, and came back with a shiny red motorbike. "Mother said I had to take you, so hop on yeah?" She swung herself onto the motorbike and Kyrin followed suit, Grinning even more profoundly than before. The ride was long but not bad, and Kyrin love every second of it. They came to a screeching stop, the back wheel spinning out and round, flashy and dangerous, just as Alice liked it. Kyrin leapt off the motorbike, waving goodbye to Alice before heading up towards the rather grand looking school. Noticing a group forming Kiy headed that way, carefully wrapping her tail round her waist so it looked less like a tail and more like a fancy belt. I felt weird and wrong, but she wasn't yet willing to let others see her ears or tail, force of habit mostly. At least, she thought, she wasn't the only one who seemed to feel weird, if the long haired boy she was following was any indication. Slinking up next to him she grinned, "Hi. Weird place this, hey?"</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham "WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Suddenly next to the beast fell a backpack, a blue hat with a red feather in it, and then suddenly WHAM! Graham, A large buff 18 year senior dropped right next to him on the patch of grass! His attire was a usual red t-shirt that was stretched across him chest, brown pants and large boots. He was incredibly dazed by the large fall he just experienced. He eventually came to his senses and picked up his hat. He gathered his belongings and stood up. Cedric, his trusty owl, slowly floated down till he was level with Graham's Head. Oh sorry Graham! Cedric started. But I thought there would be magic dust to get to the academy safely! Nevermind Cedric, Graham calmly and kindly said to Cedric. We are here, and alive and that's all that matters. Look! We've already come in contact with some the locals! Graham extends a hand to the beast. Good day to you kind sir! My name is Graham of Daventry. Sorry about the fall there, me and my friend Cedric.....Cedric? Cedric was hidden in a tree. Oooh! Sorry Graham! But that beast looks hideous, and I think I look like a great snack to him! Come on Cedric! Would you excuse me a moment? Graham stomped toward the tree and began shaking it to get Cedric out.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu walked along side the road carrying a backpack on his shoulders and another bag in his hand. He sighed as he continued to trudge along, his left hand beginning to ache from carrying his bag for so long. Kovu left his house earlier than he had told his family, they had known he had been accepted to this academy but had been attempting to stop him from going. The early start today was to make sure he did not have to hear his mother telling him that he was abandoning his family and turning his back on them when they truly needed him. Kovu felt guilty and had wanted to decline his plce many times since he was accepted, even now that we was almost there he wanted to turn back. Through the trees Kovu could see the top of the building, the red roof that began to entice him and made him forget all about his mother's words. "There it is," He whispered to himself as he began to walk faster, soon the windows were in his view and finally the whole building was right there, including his soon to be fellow students standing infront of the main stairs. Kovu walked to where all the other students were standing, a tall beast was in front of him so he found a spot where he could see the elderly lady that everyone was facing. He dropped his bag beside his legs and casually looked around at the crowd beginning to form.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride. The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would. As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile. I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem! "What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet... Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway. Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?" More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride. The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would. As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile. I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem! "What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet... Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway. Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?" More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter turns to the young twins and grins. "Hey you two! Nice to meet you." He cringes when they begin to finish each others' sentences. "Uh, do you guys do that all the time? Because that will get slightly annoying." Peter looks toward the elderly lady, who has yet to say anything yet. He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. "My name is Peter. Peter Pan. What grade are you guys in?" He rubs the back of his neck self consciously. A lot of people made fun of his last name a lot because it wasn't a common name. But these young ones didn't seem like that. He looks over at the outburst of the very large looking guy next to a few people. Hopefully this guys doesn't go crazy... Belle Belle looks up from having a nose in a book and sees Beast cringing away from everyone and looking nervous and scared. She shuts her book quickly and jumps to her feet, hurrying over to him. "Hey, it's okay!" she says, holding up her hands to calm him down. She looks at the others as they try to become his friend and calm him down as well. Belle looks at him. He reminds her of a little lost puppy dog who is afraid of everything. She looks back at Kyrin and Graham. "You guys might want to back up a little bit, just in case." She smiles softly and walks toward him calmly, keeping her hands up at a non-threatening angle. Her glasses slide down her nose slightly and she carefully pushes them back up her nose. "It's okay. You're among friends." She keeps the smile on her face. "My name is Belle Sinclair. You will not be hurt here. What is your name?" She waits patiently for him to answer her. He looks like a big softie, minus the fact that he has a voice like a lion...</s> <\|message\|>Red S. May Red sighed as her best up car bumbled down the street. With each inch the car shook, squeaked, and moaned, making all kinds of noises a car shouldn't be making. She gripped the wheel, knuckles white, still terrified of driving. Crowding up the backseat was all she could ever need. Old CDs, half-eaten bags of potato chips, a couple of books, her backpack full of her supplies, and a medical kit. The entire car was a wreck. She hadn't cleaned it in awhile, and various dents and scratches had been embedded into the sides from her previous accidents. As she reached the school, her blue eyes stared up at it in confusion. "Is this the place?" she gawked, glancing at her hand-drawn map. "Wow, it's freakin' huge!" As she got closer she realized how much it seemed like a castle. How very unfitting for poor little Red. She stopped in front of the school, assuming it was okay to park, and got out of the car, cringing at the squeaky sound her door made. Wearing a black T-shirt, dark jean shorts, leggings, and her lucky red coat, Red was ready to make an entrance. She noticed the group of other students standing in front of the building. They were all so different from eachother. Too bad her notebook was lodged between all her other supplies, so she couldn't make some quick notes. "Yo!" Red called out, waving her arm around in a frenzy. "I just want to know if anyone's got a map of this place. I lose mine--" in that pile of trash in the back of her car "--and I'm positive I'll get lost in this castle here," she joked, gesturing towards the school. With a big smile, her eyes glitered expectantly.</s> <\|message\|>Muriel Murphy Muriel \| M&M Muriel groaned as she sat in the backseat of her father's vehicle, chin in the palm of her hand, eyes staring blankly out of the window. She made unfortunate noises as her father looked in the rear view mirror at her. "Look, I know that this is hard for you but this school has accepted you for whatever reason and you are going." He beckoned towards her as she rolled her eyes. She was relatively quiet for most of the ride then she seen the school up ahead. As the car came to a halt, she sat back in her seat with her arms folded over her chest, her breath huffing through her nose. She pouted but her father didn't care as he got out of his seat and opened up her door. "Come on, Muriel, I'd hate to embarrass you on your first day." With those words said, Muriel slithered her way out of the vehicle then went to the very back to grab her luggage. She saw some kids that were younger than her and some that looked around her age. Her lip quirked to the side as her father got back into the vehicle but rolled down his window and shouted. "Love you, honey! Be safe!" He honked his horn then drove off as she stood there, waving her hand. As soon as her father faded away, she pulled out her cell phone and called Felix. "Come and get me. I'm at this boarding school." She exaggerated as Felix tried to calm her down. "I will not calm down. He sent me to a boarding school!" She screamed at the last few words then looked around her. "You know, I might be overreacting, a little bit. I guess I'll have to give it a shot." A soft sigh escaped over her parted lips as she hanged up her cell phone and mustered up the strength and walked up the few steps in front of the school. Muriel pushed the door opened and wheeled in her two luggage bags as her eyes scanned her surroundings. She paid little attention to the people around her, not intentionally though, she just wanted to see where her room was going to be. With the shrug of her shoulders, she hummed a random tune to herself and wheeled around with her luggage.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin's ears dropped beneath her hood, vaguely visible. She slunk away, rather like a kicked cat. Fading slowly as embarrassment caught up to her. Moving carefully and silently she weaved her way between other students, trying not to stand on anyone's toes, by this time there was nothing of her that could be seen, nothing but a faint impression of her eyes, gone before you could register you had seen them. Passing by girls, boys, and what appeared to be a pair of twins, Kiy slumped down against a wall, slowly fading back into view. "Why, did I leave?" she muttered to herself, "Alice was nice, I understood Alice, mostly, but here is weird, I don't like it here. Alice please." Her tail slipped free and started lashing softly by her side, showing her agitation. Her hands, had she looked at them were shrinking, gold-ginger fur growing on the backs. She was losing control of her form, it happened occasionally when she was scared or agitated, and today she was a little of both. I wasn't really the incident earlier, rather it was the coming somewhere new, with so many new people, and the feeling was only just catching up to her now.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at the beastly man whose roar captured everyone's attention, he watched for a few moments as Beast began to regret his actions and saw how differently people here seemed to be. Kovu was most taken aback by Belle and Kyrin's actions, they were being so kind and friendly to someone who had acted so angrily and tried to push everyone away. His eyes lingered on Belle as he thought 'maybe this place will be different'. Kovu abruptly turned away not wanting to stare at the scene and cause Beast to act like he had again. More students kept arriving but Kovu didn't see anyone he could befriend....although he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Usually the outsiders stuck together but here it felt like it wouldn't be like that and it scared him. Kovu turned to look at the girl whose voice echoed behind him. A map!? he panicked, we're supposed to have maps. Kovu couldn't remember recieving one...unless he did and packed it somewhere in one of his bags; he hoped</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham In the meantime, Graham still was unable to remove Cedric from the tree. Cedric seemed to be holding onto a branch for dear life. Cedric! This is highly irregular of you! You must come down this instant! I understand your fear of the beast, but now you won't come down even if we're simply going into the academy. Graham stopped shaking and began pondering to himself. This wouldn't be about your attending the academy with me would it Cedric? OOooh! Yes Graham! I really do prefer to stay at home rather than join you on any of terrifying quests! Terrifying?! I don't believe any of them would be that forbidding for a brave Owl like you. We've been swallowed by whales, entered haunted forests, defeated the yeti. That is exactly what I'm most afraid of! Besides, I've already gone through the scariest of them all! Academia! I faced my four monthes and the magical academy for owls! I don't see my reason for attending this one! Four Monthes? An Owl's life is shorter than a human's therefore our time in academia is much more shorter than yours. Graham sighed, he'd love to meet the locals, but he desperately needed Cedric to accompany him and join him on yet another mystical adventure. With no other choice, Graham took out his backpack and slashed the branch Cedric to holding onto off. OH NOOOOOO! Cedric cried and tried to fly away, finding another tree to hide in. Graham looked down at the branch. The branch wasn't entirely cut off, it was light and only half the size of a normal branch. He fit the branch into his pocket. You never know when you may need a branch. Now then, where's Cedric? Cedric was flying in circles, Graham laughed and started to make chase. Cedric then took off in a random direction, towards the beast. EEEEEEEK! Cedric did a complete 180 and started flying the other way, making sure not to come in grabbing distance of the beast. Graham was startled and ended up bumping into the beast, quickly scrambling to his feet. Cedric! He turns to the beast. Once again I am terribly sorry. My owl friend has trouble making friends, perhaps we can chat when everything's cooled down. Graham started chasing after Cedric, only to see him scream at Graham pursuing and running head first into some young thin girl. (AKA Elsa) Oh dear. Graham ran over and finally seized Cedric and placed him down on the ground. He then tended to the girl. I am terribly sorry Ma'am, Cedric doesn't usually act like this. I hope you are unharmed. My name is Graham, of Daventry.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair (NPC) Grandmother Fey She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin Chester Before Red could answer Kyrin's question Godmother Fey's voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey's voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. "Hi." Kyrin said cheerfully, "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s>
<\|description\|>Kyrin Chester The Cheshire Cat Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy. Age: 15ish. Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland Family: not that she knows of. Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer. Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail. History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland). Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral. The Cheshire Cat Song Konrad Tinker Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."</s>	<\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin grinned happily, there was another cat who could talk! "Oh yes, yes I can, well, technically I should say no, I am a cat, that can turn into a humanoid, therefore the ears and tail which I cannot get rid of, but that's okay." She smiled, arching her back slightly and sifting back, shrinking, her clothes and collar dissolving into her growing ginger and white fur. But also as she changed so did her feelings, suddenly she found herself wanting to be hostile to the other cat, desiring a fight. His whiskers twitching he backed up a step, just enough that the other cat's sent wasn't overpowering him. "I'm guessing that you, also, can turn into a human, or humanoid form?" Kyrin half-growled half-purred, still speaking normally, his fur standing on end. For the most part his human side was still in control, keeping him from trying to tear the other cat to ribbons, but that might not last.</s>
<\|description\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague: Elsa Muriel Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit. They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter. "Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..." "Do you know any sort-" "-of loopholes or somethin'?"</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast listened to the old woman, glad that things were moving along and he could get out of this crowd. He did admit that the woman 'poofing' shocked him, but not because of the magic. Hell, he spent the last few years with a tea pot as a head maid. Beast let out a long sigh, a tired look in his eyes. Entering the building, it did not take him long to locate his room as his things were sitting out in the hallway blocking the path of several students. Sighing once again, he mentally cursed the driver for being lazy and glanced at the door. Adam Kovu ... ... Did they have to use his real name? Another sigh, this time with a hint of a groan behind it. He picked up one of his many bags and pushed the door open, apologizing gruffly to the other males in the hallway. It was a rather plainly designed room, just the basics as far as he could tell. That would soon change. He decided to take the room/bed nearest the window and began placing his things about the room and out of the hallway. He hung up paintings, changed the drapes, put down a rather elegant looking rug in the middle of the space, and on his desk he placed a small glass case. Inside was a single rose, glowing rather vibrantly. Where the hell was he supposed to put it? He wanted to hide it but... Sighing, he picked it up once again and walked over to his closet. He lifted the fragile thing and placed it delicately on the top shelf of his closet and pushed it to the back corner, out of the way. In this corner, he placed other such nick-nacks, old books, old photos of himself, a ribbon from his mother. Where and who was his roommate anyway? He didn't remember anyone introducing themselves as Kovu... He hoped to god it wasn't that slick haired boy from before with the magic tricks. Anyone but him. Beast sighed, looking at the bags of things on the floor before his bed when his mind returned to the plaque outside. He eyed the door before a small smile grew on his lips. Sifting through his bag, he located one of his sharper knives and walked outside and began the process of cutting his name out of the metal.</s>	<\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu, like everyone else, was taken aback by the elderly woman disappearing in the manner she did. It was magic, of course they would be shocked, although Kovu wondered if he should have been as surprised as he was considering what he could do...but that wasn't magic, it was... normal. It wasn't magic, it was just the way he was, just the way his family are, just the way his old town was... Kovu picked up his bag and walked into the academy, he looked around staring at the intricate architectural details of the interior with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth but stopped and composed himself when a white haired girl walked past him. It was then that Kovu realised he was about to walk to the female dormitory and turned to see the other males and followed them. Walking down the corridor, Kovu's head moved from left to right as he scanned each door trying to find his name. Kovu stopped a few feet away from the beastly man he had seen outside, on the door was the names 'Adam Kovu'. Kovu stared at the top name Adam...sounds....normal. Wait! What's he doing?! "Hey!" Kovu exclaimed, "I don't care what you're doing, but I wanna get into my room," He said bluntly gesturing to the door with a gentle flick of his head. As he waited for Beast to move he wondered whether he should be concerned that this beastly man was trying to scratch his roommate's name off. After all this Adam person was going to be living with him and he would need to find his room. What did this Adam even do to him, it's the first day he's already made an enemy...what if Adam is the guy who did the magic tricks outside</s>
<\|description\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham Meanwhile, Cedric was flying through the halls with Graham following. The walls as usual were covered with various posters and pictures made to make new guests feel at home. Some such posters were not held done correctly with the right amount of adhesive, Graham took advantage of this and began sticking some posters and condoms into his bag. Always need to be safe! Graham exclaimed. Cedric stopped at one of the doors with an owl on it. OOHH! Graham! I think this is supposed to be our room! Let's go inside! Cedric you could never be more right. Graham took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, heading inside the room. The room was the same as any of the other rooms, except maybe a foot longer to accommodate for an extra person being added. (That extra person of course being Cedric. There was a large bird cage in the corner of the room. Cedric scoffed at the sight of it. OOOOH! A Birdcage! How Disgraceful! Now Cedric, I truly think the academy was kind in supplying a bed for you. Graham opened his sack and began placing his belongings all over the room. (Not counting the items he's already collected along the way). I'm not sleeping in there! I get claustrophobic and have several nightmares! OOOOH! I'd rather sleep outside. Suit yourself. Graham stated, he opened the window and Cedric flew out. However, you never know when a birdcage may come in handy. Graham unscrewed the birdcage from it's stand and placed it inside his bag.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Gretel laughed out loud when she managed to surprise her roommate. She held out her hand and shook Belle's. "Yep. Gretel Thomas, nice to meet ya," she introduced herself cheerfully. She suddenly went to her bed and threw her stuff on it lazily before plopping on the bed herself. "Ah, a soft warm bed..." She muttered thankfully, and then faced Belle. "Hey, wanna help me unpack my stuff?" She offered. "It's not much, but I'll help unpack yours, too. Deal?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn't what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. "Sir? We're here." The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that's what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. Not a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible 'workshop', Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn't too late. It totally wasn't his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn't his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, and keep tinkering with the wire and bells.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually scared Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. Oh how I love magic.... He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - feel it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. Why couldn't I have a room alone... He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy Percy looked up quickly at the appearance of another male in his room, if he were to assume it was Rylan, the other name on the door. He stood up from his bed, about to open his mouth to talk and introduce himself, only to stop once he started talking. So he was correct, that it was his roommate. His eyebrow rose slightly at the feeling that was given off, slightly hostile and standoffish. Once his new room mate finished talking, an easy smile formed on his face. He was used to this type of person, and dealt with it a lot. He said calmly, a slight lift to his voice, showing his upbeat attitude," We should have no problem then, eh? As long as the same applies to me, dude. That your stuff, this is mine. The name's Percy by the way." He took his hat off, running his hand through his hair, before one more thing came to mind. "Oh, also, you're not allergic to cats are you?" His right eyebrow was raised higher then the left, accompanying his question, securing his hat back on his head. He rested his left hand down on the pommel of his sword as he waited for the reply, his body posture relaxed, showing no threat at all.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Finding the dorms, Konrad worked his way long the corridor skirting round anyone else and searching for his room, glancing at the doors he noticed that every room had two people's names on the plaques on the doors, but when he finally found his name right at the end it was on it's own, no other name. Which meant, no roommate. Konrad wasn't sure whether to be pleased or sad. He settled for pleased, plenty of time to be sad later. And any way they hadn't used his real name, but rather his alias of Konrad Tinker. Pushing his way into the room he found it was set up for two, smallish and plain, with simple, practical, furniture. Flinging his bags on a bed, Konrad pulled at his 'workshop' and expanded it a size, making it possible to access some of his more basic tools. Grabbing a pair of pliers he plopped onto the bed and started tying in loose ends of wire, weaving the anklet together. Snatching a thread from his shirt Konrad wove that in as well, brilliant blue mixing with the copper and gold. Thinking of that, time to change. His mother had made him dress in 'fine clothes fit for a prince' but to Konrad they were just unnecessarily bright and gaudy, almost announcing what he was. Riffling through one of his bags he pulled out his usual worn dark tee-shirt and three quarter pants. Closing his door he discarded the royal blue tasseled something-or-other-else his mother had decided on and pulled on the comfortable normal clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...</s> <\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.</s>	<\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at Beast as he walked by him and into his new room, pushing the door closed behind him. He stared around at his the room...it was different than he thought it would be. It was actually nice, there were paintings on the wall, the drapes look good and an elegant rug on the floor. It must be this Adam guy Kovu thought staring at the rug, he probably comes from a rich family. Kovu saw that one bed was already taken and placed his bag on the other bed and dropped his backpack on the floor beside it. "I guess Adam must already be here," Kovu pondered quietly to himself wishing that he had stayed to say hello. "Let me in", Kovu heard from the other side of the door, it sounded like that beastly guy who was outside. Kovu was annoyed, he walked over to the door and yelled back, "Just go away, leave us alone and go back to your own room. Stop bothering Adam and most importantly stop bothering me...he's not here anyway so go find someone else to bully." Kovu stomped back to his bed and sat down on the edge.</s>
<\|description\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin grinned happily, there was another cat who could talk! "Oh yes, yes I can, well, technically I should say no, I am a cat, that can turn into a humanoid, therefore the ears and tail which I cannot get rid of, but that's okay." She smiled, arching her back slightly and sifting back, shrinking, her clothes and collar dissolving into her growing ginger and white fur. But also as she changed so did her feelings, suddenly she found herself wanting to be hostile to the other cat, desiring a fight. His whiskers twitching he backed up a step, just enough that the other cat's sent wasn't overpowering him. "I'm guessing that you, also, can turn into a human, or humanoid form?" Kyrin half-growled half-purred, still speaking normally, his fur standing on end. For the most part his human side was still in control, keeping him from trying to tear the other cat to ribbons, but that might not last.</s>	<\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu looked at his roommate with bewilderment at his sudden change in attitude. "No idea", Kovu finally said after a few moments of staring at Beast. "This place is huge, I was just going to wander around and hope I find it," Kovu said rubbing the back of his head. Kovu had no idea if Beast was playing some sort of game or attempting to do something to him but Kovu decided to follow his lead and drop his anger and bitterness...for now. His father had always said to him to never trust anyone, not even those you are close to, they will stab you in the back to get what they want, so you need to make sure you get what you want after they think they've won. He never understood the last part of that but he got the jist of it. Kovu walked towards the door, opening it he was about to step outside his room but was stopped by an aromatic smell, he took in a deep breath and his nose twitched at its magnificent scent. Food.</s>
<\|description\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Age: 17 Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: His fedora is secretly magic, and he can use it to travel to other places. He is naturally skilled in swordplay Personality: Reserved, and rather quiet. Hatter tends to keep to himself, but when he speaks to people, it is often in very untraditional speak. He has been known to randomly spurt things in the middle of his conversation. He always wears brown fedora on his head, and will lash out at anyone who tries to take it off his head. He also has a very pronounced stutter, and becomes very angry when it messes him up. History: Hatter grew up in an orphanage, where the other kids teased him for his speech problems. He became very reclusive as he got older, never opening to anyone, never having a girlfriend, and never making any acquaintances. The only person in the orphanage that cared for him was one of the "mothers", who pitied him and occasionally helped him out. Other: The Hatter has a strange obsession with Tea, Mice, and Pastries. Hatter also plays the banjo and the mandolin, and is a natural dancer. Hatter has an Irish accent Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu stared at the beastly man whose roar captured everyone's attention, he watched for a few moments as Beast began to regret his actions and saw how differently people here seemed to be. Kovu was most taken aback by Belle and Kyrin's actions, they were being so kind and friendly to someone who had acted so angrily and tried to push everyone away. His eyes lingered on Belle as he thought 'maybe this place will be different'. Kovu abruptly turned away not wanting to stare at the scene and cause Beast to act like he had again. More students kept arriving but Kovu didn't see anyone he could befriend....although he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Usually the outsiders stuck together but here it felt like it wouldn't be like that and it scared him. Kovu turned to look at the girl whose voice echoed behind him. A map!? he panicked, we're supposed to have maps. Kovu couldn't remember recieving one...unless he did and packed it somewhere in one of his bags; he hoped</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham In the meantime, Graham still was unable to remove Cedric from the tree. Cedric seemed to be holding onto a branch for dear life. Cedric! This is highly irregular of you! You must come down this instant! I understand your fear of the beast, but now you won't come down even if we're simply going into the academy. Graham stopped shaking and began pondering to himself. This wouldn't be about your attending the academy with me would it Cedric? OOooh! Yes Graham! I really do prefer to stay at home rather than join you on any of terrifying quests! Terrifying?! I don't believe any of them would be that forbidding for a brave Owl like you. We've been swallowed by whales, entered haunted forests, defeated the yeti. That is exactly what I'm most afraid of! Besides, I've already gone through the scariest of them all! Academia! I faced my four monthes and the magical academy for owls! I don't see my reason for attending this one! Four Monthes? An Owl's life is shorter than a human's therefore our time in academia is much more shorter than yours. Graham sighed, he'd love to meet the locals, but he desperately needed Cedric to accompany him and join him on yet another mystical adventure. With no other choice, Graham took out his backpack and slashed the branch Cedric to holding onto off. OH NOOOOOO! Cedric cried and tried to fly away, finding another tree to hide in. Graham looked down at the branch. The branch wasn't entirely cut off, it was light and only half the size of a normal branch. He fit the branch into his pocket. You never know when you may need a branch. Now then, where's Cedric? Cedric was flying in circles, Graham laughed and started to make chase. Cedric then took off in a random direction, towards the beast. EEEEEEEK! Cedric did a complete 180 and started flying the other way, making sure not to come in grabbing distance of the beast. Graham was startled and ended up bumping into the beast, quickly scrambling to his feet. Cedric! He turns to the beast. Once again I am terribly sorry. My owl friend has trouble making friends, perhaps we can chat when everything's cooled down. Graham started chasing after Cedric, only to see him scream at Graham pursuing and running head first into some young thin girl. (AKA Elsa) Oh dear. Graham ran over and finally seized Cedric and placed him down on the ground. He then tended to the girl. I am terribly sorry Ma'am, Cedric doesn't usually act like this. I hope you are unharmed. My name is Graham, of Daventry.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s>	<\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s>
<\|description\|>Red S. May Age: 17 Story They Are From: Little Red Riding Hood Family: Grandma Red, and her mother and father. Crush/Partner: Null Abilities: Besides her ability to randomly shapeshift into her wolf form, of which she cannot control, Red's most helpful ability is her quick thinking. She can easily analyze a person to figure out if they are being dishonest, and she can feel when something bad is going to happen and when her body will start to shift. Other than that, she's pretty much an airhead. Personality: While she may seem like an introvert, Red is a pretty outgoing person. She doesn't have a lot of close friends, but she makes sure to get to know everyone that enters her life, even going as far as making little notes about them in her notebook. Some find her strange, which isn't a huge surprise to her. Nearly every word that leaves her mouth holds sarcastic undertones, and she's often a bit too playful during serious situations. Red enjoys listening to metal, painting, baking, and exploring. History: Red is a decendant from the actual Little Red Riding Hood, her grandmother, aka "Grandma Red". Little Red spent most of her childhood with her grandmother while her parents tried to work out their issues. As a result, she grew a strong attachment to the old woman. Once she had leveled up from "baby" to "big kid", she moved back home with her parents in the city. It wasn't long before her parents began to argue, and Red took it upon herself to move out of their house and into her car, where she's stayed for the past couple of months. Her shapeshifting has gotten her into sticky situations a number of times. She hasn't figured out a way to control it, so keeping to her lonesome seems to be the only option. Luckily, it does not occur often.</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham "WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Suddenly next to the beast fell a backpack, a blue hat with a red feather in it, and then suddenly WHAM! Graham, A large buff 18 year senior dropped right next to him on the patch of grass! His attire was a usual red t-shirt that was stretched across him chest, brown pants and large boots. He was incredibly dazed by the large fall he just experienced. He eventually came to his senses and picked up his hat. He gathered his belongings and stood up. Cedric, his trusty owl, slowly floated down till he was level with Graham's Head. Oh sorry Graham! Cedric started. But I thought there would be magic dust to get to the academy safely! Nevermind Cedric, Graham calmly and kindly said to Cedric. We are here, and alive and that's all that matters. Look! We've already come in contact with some the locals! Graham extends a hand to the beast. Good day to you kind sir! My name is Graham of Daventry. Sorry about the fall there, me and my friend Cedric.....Cedric? Cedric was hidden in a tree. Oooh! Sorry Graham! But that beast looks hideous, and I think I look like a great snack to him! Come on Cedric! Would you excuse me a moment? Graham stomped toward the tree and began shaking it to get Cedric out.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu walked along side the road carrying a backpack on his shoulders and another bag in his hand. He sighed as he continued to trudge along, his left hand beginning to ache from carrying his bag for so long. Kovu left his house earlier than he had told his family, they had known he had been accepted to this academy but had been attempting to stop him from going. The early start today was to make sure he did not have to hear his mother telling him that he was abandoning his family and turning his back on them when they truly needed him. Kovu felt guilty and had wanted to decline his plce many times since he was accepted, even now that we was almost there he wanted to turn back. Through the trees Kovu could see the top of the building, the red roof that began to entice him and made him forget all about his mother's words. "There it is," He whispered to himself as he began to walk faster, soon the windows were in his view and finally the whole building was right there, including his soon to be fellow students standing infront of the main stairs. Kovu walked to where all the other students were standing, a tall beast was in front of him so he found a spot where he could see the elderly lady that everyone was facing. He dropped his bag beside his legs and casually looked around at the crowd beginning to form.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. "Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride. The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would. As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile. I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem! "What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet... Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway. Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?" More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter turns to the young twins and grins. "Hey you two! Nice to meet you." He cringes when they begin to finish each others' sentences. "Uh, do you guys do that all the time? Because that will get slightly annoying." Peter looks toward the elderly lady, who has yet to say anything yet. He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. "My name is Peter. Peter Pan. What grade are you guys in?" He rubs the back of his neck self consciously. A lot of people made fun of his last name a lot because it wasn't a common name. But these young ones didn't seem like that. He looks over at the outburst of the very large looking guy next to a few people. Hopefully this guys doesn't go crazy... Belle Belle looks up from having a nose in a book and sees Beast cringing away from everyone and looking nervous and scared. She shuts her book quickly and jumps to her feet, hurrying over to him. "Hey, it's okay!" she says, holding up her hands to calm him down. She looks at the others as they try to become his friend and calm him down as well. Belle looks at him. He reminds her of a little lost puppy dog who is afraid of everything. She looks back at Kyrin and Graham. "You guys might want to back up a little bit, just in case." She smiles softly and walks toward him calmly, keeping her hands up at a non-threatening angle. Her glasses slide down her nose slightly and she carefully pushes them back up her nose. "It's okay. You're among friends." She keeps the smile on her face. "My name is Belle Sinclair. You will not be hurt here. What is your name?" She waits patiently for him to answer her. He looks like a big softie, minus the fact that he has a voice like a lion...</s>	<\|message\|>Red S. May Red sighed as her best up car bumbled down the street. With each inch the car shook, squeaked, and moaned, making all kinds of noises a car shouldn't be making. She gripped the wheel, knuckles white, still terrified of driving. Crowding up the backseat was all she could ever need. Old CDs, half-eaten bags of potato chips, a couple of books, her backpack full of her supplies, and a medical kit. The entire car was a wreck. She hadn't cleaned it in awhile, and various dents and scratches had been embedded into the sides from her previous accidents. As she reached the school, her blue eyes stared up at it in confusion. "Is this the place?" she gawked, glancing at her hand-drawn map. "Wow, it's freakin' huge!" As she got closer she realized how much it seemed like a castle. How very unfitting for poor little Red. She stopped in front of the school, assuming it was okay to park, and got out of the car, cringing at the squeaky sound her door made. Wearing a black T-shirt, dark jean shorts, leggings, and her lucky red coat, Red was ready to make an entrance. She noticed the group of other students standing in front of the building. They were all so different from eachother. Too bad her notebook was lodged between all her other supplies, so she couldn't make some quick notes. "Yo!" Red called out, waving her arm around in a frenzy. "I just want to know if anyone's got a map of this place. I lose mine--" in that pile of trash in the back of her car "--and I'm positive I'll get lost in this castle here," she joked, gesturing towards the school. With a big smile, her eyes glitered expectantly.</s>
<\|description\|>Red S. May Age: 17 Story They Are From: Little Red Riding Hood Family: Grandma Red, and her mother and father. Crush/Partner: Null Abilities: Besides her ability to randomly shapeshift into her wolf form, of which she cannot control, Red's most helpful ability is her quick thinking. She can easily analyze a person to figure out if they are being dishonest, and she can feel when something bad is going to happen and when her body will start to shift. Other than that, she's pretty much an airhead. Personality: While she may seem like an introvert, Red is a pretty outgoing person. She doesn't have a lot of close friends, but she makes sure to get to know everyone that enters her life, even going as far as making little notes about them in her notebook. Some find her strange, which isn't a huge surprise to her. Nearly every word that leaves her mouth holds sarcastic undertones, and she's often a bit too playful during serious situations. Red enjoys listening to metal, painting, baking, and exploring. History: Red is a decendant from the actual Little Red Riding Hood, her grandmother, aka "Grandma Red". Little Red spent most of her childhood with her grandmother while her parents tried to work out their issues. As a result, she grew a strong attachment to the old woman. Once she had leveled up from "baby" to "big kid", she moved back home with her parents in the city. It wasn't long before her parents began to argue, and Red took it upon herself to move out of their house and into her car, where she's stayed for the past couple of months. Her shapeshifting has gotten her into sticky situations a number of times. She hasn't figured out a way to control it, so keeping to her lonesome seems to be the only option. Luckily, it does not occur often.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit. They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter. "Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..." "Do you know any sort-" "-of loopholes or somethin'?"</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast listened to the old woman, glad that things were moving along and he could get out of this crowd. He did admit that the woman 'poofing' shocked him, but not because of the magic. Hell, he spent the last few years with a tea pot as a head maid. Beast let out a long sigh, a tired look in his eyes. Entering the building, it did not take him long to locate his room as his things were sitting out in the hallway blocking the path of several students. Sighing once again, he mentally cursed the driver for being lazy and glanced at the door. Adam Kovu ... ... Did they have to use his real name? Another sigh, this time with a hint of a groan behind it. He picked up one of his many bags and pushed the door open, apologizing gruffly to the other males in the hallway. It was a rather plainly designed room, just the basics as far as he could tell. That would soon change. He decided to take the room/bed nearest the window and began placing his things about the room and out of the hallway. He hung up paintings, changed the drapes, put down a rather elegant looking rug in the middle of the space, and on his desk he placed a small glass case. Inside was a single rose, glowing rather vibrantly. Where the hell was he supposed to put it? He wanted to hide it but... Sighing, he picked it up once again and walked over to his closet. He lifted the fragile thing and placed it delicately on the top shelf of his closet and pushed it to the back corner, out of the way. In this corner, he placed other such nick-nacks, old books, old photos of himself, a ribbon from his mother. Where and who was his roommate anyway? He didn't remember anyone introducing themselves as Kovu... He hoped to god it wasn't that slick haired boy from before with the magic tricks. Anyone but him. Beast sighed, looking at the bags of things on the floor before his bed when his mind returned to the plaque outside. He eyed the door before a small smile grew on his lips. Sifting through his bag, he located one of his sharper knives and walked outside and began the process of cutting his name out of the metal.</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Kovu, like everyone else, was taken aback by the elderly woman disappearing in the manner she did. It was magic, of course they would be shocked, although Kovu wondered if he should have been as surprised as he was considering what he could do...but that wasn't magic, it was... normal. It wasn't magic, it was just the way he was, just the way his family are, just the way his old town was... Kovu picked up his bag and walked into the academy, he looked around staring at the intricate architectural details of the interior with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth but stopped and composed himself when a white haired girl walked past him. It was then that Kovu realised he was about to walk to the female dormitory and turned to see the other males and followed them. Walking down the corridor, Kovu's head moved from left to right as he scanned each door trying to find his name. Kovu stopped a few feet away from the beastly man he had seen outside, on the door was the names 'Adam Kovu'. Kovu stared at the top name Adam...sounds....normal. Wait! What's he doing?! "Hey!" Kovu exclaimed, "I don't care what you're doing, but I wanna get into my room," He said bluntly gesturing to the door with a gentle flick of his head. As he waited for Beast to move he wondered whether he should be concerned that this beastly man was trying to scratch his roommate's name off. After all this Adam person was going to be living with him and he would need to find his room. What did this Adam even do to him, it's the first day he's already made an enemy...what if Adam is the guy who did the magic tricks outside</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter "Sorry, guys," he says quietly. "I've never been here before and she seemed pretty adamant that girls should not room with boys. I'm sure your roommates will be nice." He smiles at them before picking up his bag. "I'm going to find my room, but if you need me, you can always track me down. See you later!" He gives them a little wave before heading inside. He looks around toward the doorways and sees his name on a little plaque above the doorway. He pulls to a stop and looks up at it, seeing his roommate. PeterHatter What an unusual name Peter thought to himself as he sees the Hatter already inside their room. He feels super awkward suddenly as he walks in and sets his stuff down on his bed, opposite of the Hatter's. He sucks in his cheeks and looks around, not making eye contact, before he looks straight at him and says, "Uh. Hi?" Belle Belle walks down the hallway her eyes scanning the plaques of the girls' rooms. Her eyes finally see her name and she smiles. BelleGretel She had yet to meet this Gretel but she did hope that she was nice. She looks across the hallway to a room that was kitty corner to hers and saw Beast using a knife to scrape a name off one of the plaques. She could barely make out the name "Adam" that he was scraping off... Huh, that must be his real name. She stops looking immediately as his roommate comes over and yells at him and she walks inside her room, setting her things down. She walks over to her bed and she notices a strange book on it, right on her pillow. She tips her head to the side and picks up it, reading the cover. Tales from the Academy She narrows her eyes at the front of the book, not recognizing the title. She shrugs and flips it open, looking to read the first page... It's completely blank though. She sighs angrily and sets it down next to her bed before she plops down on the bed of her own and begins to flip through her other book, the one she had been reading earlier.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Having followed the pretty dark-haired girl to the dorms, Kyrin looked up and down the hall scanning the metal plaques, looking for something that looked vaguely like her name, in the end she just looked at each meaningless word and discarded it if the first letter looked wrong. The first one she found that looked vaguely right had K…O…V…U. which was wrong, not to mention there seemed to already be two people at that room even it Beast wasn't actually in it; he was busy mutilating the door plaque, which had made it rather hard to understand the letters. Beast himself seemed calmer now and Kyrin realized that really she should apologize for earlier. "Ummm…" she murmured, "Uh, I'm sorry for my behavior earlier." She then wandered off, glad to have gotten that off her chest, tail swishing softly behind her. She had to walk up and down the corridor a few more times before she finally found it. Pausing she slowly, painstakingly spelt it out, "K…Y…R…I…N………C…H…E…S…T…E…R." And above it was, "R…E…D………S……M…A…Y" Really Kiy thought, I should get someone to read it to me.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas "Huh, she seems nice," Hansel commented as he studies Gretel's roommate when he decided to walk his sister to her dorm. Gretel agreed, before facing his brother. "C'mon, we're here now, go to your room," she chided him, reluctantly closing the door to his face. "Okay, okay. Ring me up when something happens!" Her overprotective brother reminded before the door shuts him up. "Got it!" Gretel turned around and faced the girl who seems absorbed into her book, a mischievous plan forming into her mind. She sneaks out quietly behind Belle, grinning playfully before she's just an inch behind Belle's head. And with a creepy and startling voice, she said loudly, "Yo, what're you reading?"</s>	<\|message\|>Red S. May Red frowned. Apparently no one here has a map, she thought, exhaling in defeat. Guess I'm doomed to being forever lost. She could see it now. Running down endless halls and corridors, climbing the same staircase up and down over and over, realizing she was running in circles the whole time. She'd never find her class. There was a ton of commotion, various people falling and bumping into eachother, chatting and a bit of awkward mumbling. It was so much to take in. No one looked quite like the folks at home. There was a chick with bright blond hair, almost so blond it was white, and a huge guy that couldn't be quite human. In addition to those was what looked like a bookworm, twins, and a redheaded beauty. Red tried to take mental photographs of the scene, but things were happening too quickly. Suddenly the old lady spoke. She must work here or something. The principal? She missed most of the speech, besides the dinner part. After the woman had spoken, bubbles burst from her, and Red strained to see what was going on over all the heads of the others, to no avail. By the time she could see, the old lady was gone. The homeless shapeshifter blinked in confusion. She hadn't imagined the lady, had she? She surely hadn't imagined hearing that dinner was in an hour. Everyone started filing into the building, and Red headed after. As she entered the building her breath stopped. Her new school was gorgeous, and--as she'd figured--totally capable of sucking her up into its abyss. The boys were separating from the girls. Red followed the girls to the girl's dormitory. She read the names of each door, feeling dread for the first time in awhile. What if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm weird. Oh wait, I am weird. I'm definitely not normal. But no one here is normal, either, right? What if she's weird like me? Am I dressed okay? Oh God, my outfit is horrid. She's so gonna-- Red's thoughts stopped as she came upon her dorm, and another girl standing in front of it. The girl was wearing her hood, as if it was cold. She was also dressed rather casually. The gray hoodie was a big contrast to Red's crimson coat. Her blue eyes met the other girl's cat-like ones. Silently, she glanced at the girl's name. "Kyrin Chester," she read with a nod. With a smile she held out her hand. "Yo, I'm Red."</s>
<\|description\|>Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Why me? Beast asked himself. The girl from before had since admonished him for pushing people away, or at least that's what it seemed on the surface, and then slinked away as if she were a small kitten hit by her owner. He glared over at her, sharp eyes staring at her before he turned to look at the brunette who had introduced herself as Belle. His eyes went wide, her demeanor surprising him. What was her aim? What did she want from him? to protect these weaklings? His brow furrowed as he glared down at her. "Beast. Just... Beast." He spoke softly, his gaze shifting away from the girl. Then, another one showed up asking about a map. Beast turned his head, confusion gracing his rough features. "M-Map? There was a map?" He asked, a bit incredulous. Certainly he would have seen it... Unless... He sighed, mentally kicking hiimself. He'd left the damn letter on the table back in his home. It probably held the invaluable item somewhere. As if to goad him even further yet another person entered his personal space. He stared at the individual with the much too happy smile. His lips curled into a snarl. "Friends? I do not see friends. I see strangers" He replied, his voice just a bit too loud. The boy replied by asking if Beast would be his friend causing Beast's eyes to narrow in confusion. What did these people want with him? Was he some sort of entertaining show for them? Beast watched the boy do magic tricks, his anger rising. What was this? Was he trying to distract Beast? I'm not stupid like a beast and if you treat me as such... "Did ya like that?" The stupid ape asked him, staring him dead in the eyes. A small smile appeared on Beast's face, an odd occurrence. "I enjoyed it immensely! After all, I'm just a hunk of muscle with nothing going on up there, you know?" Beast replied, walking over to the man, towering over him by at least a few inches. "I know some magic tricks as well. Though, most of them involve getting rid of annoyances." Beast explained, placing a rather large hand on the boy's head and tilted it back so that the boy was looking at him. "Make a fool of me again, and I won't let it end so nicely." Beast explained, digging his fingers into the boy's slick hair. "And yes, I'll be your friend." He finished, chuckling, a loud, throaty sound that originated from his stomach. He let go of the boy and walked back to Belle from before. He began to give her a look as if to apologize but then decided to keep walking away from the crowd. He stood on the very edge of it now, simply watching the old woman, waiting for her to make a move. Then, yet another person decided to test his limits. Irritated, Beast wheeled around to find someone from before, a male. He huffed before turning back, ignoring his nice words.</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk. "Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone. Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up." Belle Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick. She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability. Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting. When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat... When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy. Overly-Perky boy...</s>	<\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now. So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense. A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions. After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far. So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague: Elsa Muriel Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different. She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.</s>
<\|description\|>Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.</s> <\|message\|>"King" Graham Meanwhile, Cedric was flying through the halls with Graham following. The walls as usual were covered with various posters and pictures made to make new guests feel at home. Some such posters were not held done correctly with the right amount of adhesive, Graham took advantage of this and began sticking some posters and condoms into his bag. Always need to be safe! Graham exclaimed. Cedric stopped at one of the doors with an owl on it. OOHH! Graham! I think this is supposed to be our room! Let's go inside! Cedric you could never be more right. Graham took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, heading inside the room. The room was the same as any of the other rooms, except maybe a foot longer to accommodate for an extra person being added. (That extra person of course being Cedric. There was a large bird cage in the corner of the room. Cedric scoffed at the sight of it. OOOOH! A Birdcage! How Disgraceful! Now Cedric, I truly think the academy was kind in supplying a bed for you. Graham opened his sack and began placing his belongings all over the room. (Not counting the items he's already collected along the way). I'm not sleeping in there! I get claustrophobic and have several nightmares! OOOOH! I'd rather sleep outside. Suit yourself. Graham stated, he opened the window and Cedric flew out. However, you never know when a birdcage may come in handy. Graham unscrewed the birdcage from it's stand and placed it inside his bag.</s> <\|message\|>Gretel Thomas Gretel laughed out loud when she managed to surprise her roommate. She held out her hand and shook Belle's. "Yep. Gretel Thomas, nice to meet ya," she introduced herself cheerfully. She suddenly went to her bed and threw her stuff on it lazily before plopping on the bed herself. "Ah, a soft warm bed..." She muttered thankfully, and then faced Belle. "Hey, wanna help me unpack my stuff?" She offered. "It's not much, but I'll help unpack yours, too. Deal?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Konrad frowned; he was late, but that wasn't what was bothering him, rather why did he even have to go to this school in the first place? Sure his mother said it would teach him what he needed to know, but really what more could they teach him? He already knew how to muck out stables, what to feed the horses, much of cat etiquette, and all sorts of useful stuff like that, not to mention his knack for creating things, so why did he have to go here? Talking of creating things Konrad was busy fiddling with copper wire and some bells, threading the bells onto loops of wire and weaving them in with other loops. "Sir? We're here." The driver jolted Konrad out of his thoughts. Looking up he spotted the school, small but pretty, or that's what his mother would have said, Konrad himself reckoned the school looked like a nice enough place, somewhere that would be good for causing mischief. Clambering out of the car, he realized, quite suddenly, that he was late. Not a good first impression, …but he would live. Grabbing his bags, all three of them, and his collapsible 'workshop', Konrad thanked the driver, and shooed him off, before heading up towards the school, hoping secretly that he wasn't too late. It totally wasn't his fault that the dogs had gotten lose and he was a mud monster by the time they were caught. No it totally wasn't his fault that the night before he had tested out his self-unlocking latch on the dog kennels. Nope not his fault, not his fault at all. Climbing a stair case he followed the sound of voices, managing to move all his stuff, and keep tinkering with the wire and bells.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan walked into the hallway, his eyes wandering the plaques for his name. He saw the big dude, Adam apparently, scratching at his name plaque with a knife. He applied deliberate self-control to prevent himself from doing something rash to the guy... but he decided to let it be. He'd let the guy think he had won - let him think he'd actually scared Rylan. Of course, he hadn't. Not at all. Rylan wasn't afraid of anyone... Oh, if only tall, dark and ugly knew what he was capable of. As Rylan passed Adam, he waved his hand indiscreetly, focusing on the door. On it's own, the door slammed shut and the knob locked from the inside. Oh how I love magic.... He'd instantly known magic was present in this place... He could - feel it, almost. When Godmother Frey had used her showy little appearance and disappearance, Rylan's presuppositions were confirmed. She had to be a magic user of some kind. Rylan knew he wasn't the only one. He didn't wait for Adam to notice his door had been shut and locked, but rather he found his room and went inside. He found himself looking at an ginger-haired guy sitting on his bed. Why couldn't I have a room alone... He didn't speak to the guy, but rather plopped his bags down on the bed. He turned abruptly and curtly to the guy and said. "My name is Rylan. Rule numero uno - don't touch my stuff. Rule numero dos - Don't touch me. If we live by these rules, I'll do my best not to hate you and you can live throughout this year without waking up with your hair on fire. Pleased to meet you."</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy Percy looked up quickly at the appearance of another male in his room, if he were to assume it was Rylan, the other name on the door. He stood up from his bed, about to open his mouth to talk and introduce himself, only to stop once he started talking. So he was correct, that it was his roommate. His eyebrow rose slightly at the feeling that was given off, slightly hostile and standoffish. Once his new room mate finished talking, an easy smile formed on his face. He was used to this type of person, and dealt with it a lot. He said calmly, a slight lift to his voice, showing his upbeat attitude," We should have no problem then, eh? As long as the same applies to me, dude. That your stuff, this is mine. The name's Percy by the way." He took his hat off, running his hand through his hair, before one more thing came to mind. "Oh, also, you're not allergic to cats are you?" His right eyebrow was raised higher then the left, accompanying his question, securing his hat back on his head. He rested his left hand down on the pommel of his sword as he waited for the reply, his body posture relaxed, showing no threat at all.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad Finding the dorms, Konrad worked his way long the corridor skirting round anyone else and searching for his room, glancing at the doors he noticed that every room had two people's names on the plaques on the doors, but when he finally found his name right at the end it was on it's own, no other name. Which meant, no roommate. Konrad wasn't sure whether to be pleased or sad. He settled for pleased, plenty of time to be sad later. And any way they hadn't used his real name, but rather his alias of Konrad Tinker. Pushing his way into the room he found it was set up for two, smallish and plain, with simple, practical, furniture. Flinging his bags on a bed, Konrad pulled at his 'workshop' and expanded it a size, making it possible to access some of his more basic tools. Grabbing a pair of pliers he plopped onto the bed and started tying in loose ends of wire, weaving the anklet together. Snatching a thread from his shirt Konrad wove that in as well, brilliant blue mixing with the copper and gold. Thinking of that, time to change. His mother had made him dress in 'fine clothes fit for a prince' but to Konrad they were just unnecessarily bright and gaudy, almost announcing what he was. Riffling through one of his bags he pulled out his usual worn dark tee-shirt and three quarter pants. Closing his door he discarded the royal blue tasseled something-or-other-else his mother had decided on and pulled on the comfortable normal clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast turned with a blank face as a voice shouted from behind him. He blinked and looked back at he plate and then to the person that appeared to be this Kovu. Silently, Beast let the boy through and then started on the task of scratching out his name again. So... That was my roommate? He thought to himself, absentmindedly scratching. He didn't even notice the slick haired boy from before as the door closed before him. He blinked once again, his face stoic and cold. Shrugging, he walked up to the closed door and continued scratching. When Adam was sufficiently scratched away, Beast went under and scratched, BEAST in big lettering on the wood of the door. He took a step back for a moment and smiled to himself, happy with his handy work. Maybe that would scare people enough to keep them from knocking on his door. Ironically, Beast was then forced to knock on his own door as he realized the door was locked. It didn't really surprise him so much as annoy him. Somehow he'd managed to do this to himself, what rotten luck. Knock knock "Let me in." He commanded his roommate, his voice rough and masculine. He ran a hand through his hair as he waited and looked around the hallway at the other names and the other people. Everyone seemed to be getting settled. He sighed and slumped against the wall, waiting on his roommate. What was this Kovu like? Would he leave him alone or irritate him like the others? So far, Beast hadn't had the best of luck...</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan looked at Percy with a creased brow. "Cats?" he shook his head. "I actually like cats..." He muttered. "I think I ran over one once... felt kinda bad about it afterwards..." Rylan pulled his bag open and began sloppily throwing his clothes into the drawers under the bed. He shoved his bag into the closet and sat down on his bed, suddenly realizing that he didn't have sheets, blankets or pillows on the bed. "Well..." he muttered under his breath. He waited a bit until Percy stepped out for a moment. He quickly looked back at his bed. With a snap of his fingers, quick puff of smoke rose to the ceiling, and the bed became suddenly dressed. Oh, how I love magic...</s>	<\|message\|>Elsa Ahlström Muriel seemed sweet, at least as far as first impressions went, but Elsa was wondering what type of impression she, herself, gave off? She hoped it wasn't anything negative as she frowned when Muriel offered her hand. The thought of an incident on her first day of returning to society would break her. so fearing the worst, Elsa slipped her hand into her sweatshirt sleeve and shook Muriel's offered hand like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yea, we can head in." Elsa in response to Muriel's inquiry and headed inside the room first at the bequest of Muriel. "Thank you!" Elsa said politely as she passed Muriel and walked through the doorway. In hindsight, Elsa probably shouldn't have worked up her imagination because the room was such a letdown. It was too basic for her pampered tastes and the worst part of all was there wasn't even a window, really driving home that "prison" notion. "I was hoping there'd be a view.." Elsa said to herself quietly as she dragged herself in disappointment to the bed on her left. She set down her suitcase and trunk, much to her relief, and tossed her backpack on her bed. She then sat down on her bed, twiddling her thumbs as she eyed her disappointing room.</s>
<\|description\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) He has green eyes though, a bit darker skin tone. Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair (NPC) Grandmother Fey She giggles like a little girl as she appears into the office. She looks into the hallways through the security cameras and sees that a few of the students are getting along, such as Belle and Gretel. But a few of the others... such as Kovu and Beast, were not as much. She then notices that there has been a mistake in the roommate arrangement. She frowns and twirls her fingers, moving some of the names around on the plaques. She then presses her fingers to her throat and her voice comes over the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" She takes her fingers off her throat and watches diligently through the security cameras.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Kyrin Chester Before Red could answer Kyrin's question Godmother Fey's voice, at least it sounded like hers, reverberated throughout the dorms, causing Kyrin to clasp at her hooded cat ears, wincing. After Godmother Fey's voice had stopped, Kyrin glanced back at the plaque on the door, spending a few seconds, before realizing that the bottom name, her name, had disappeared. Frowning she grabbed the worn strap of her bag and swung it back onto her shoulder, before heading out. Bidding Red a good day, Kiy wandered back up and down the hall, once again scrutinizing the plaques looking for the right letter, for the beginning of her name. It was easier this time, as she had seen her name just fiveish minutes ago, and so it only took two trips up and down before she had found her new room. Heading inside she found there was already someone else there, other than that the room was exactly the same as the one she had been in before. "Hi." Kyrin said cheerfully, "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Dropping onto the bed opposite the other girl, Kyrin slung her single bag carelessly off her shoulder, plonking it next to her.</s> <\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) A bright smile shone on Percy's face as the news that he likes cats. He said," good, don't been too surprised if you come in and there is a ginger cat laying on my bed. Or talking to you, it's just me." He looked at his singular bag, considered himself done with all that he needed to do then looked back at Rylan. He then said," well, I'm going to walk around, see you in a little bit." He felt a familiar tingling feeling, that traveled down his spine then out to his extremities as his body changed from that of a human to that of a cat. And with that, his clothes seemingly having disappeared, left the room, stretching out, a small hiss escaping him as the voice came on the intercom. His ear twisted to listen, before he turned around to check that his name was still on the door. Satisfied that it was normal and just as it was, he began to walk down the hall, his little nose busy picking up all the new smells, ears twitching this and that way at the sound of people conversing, most likely with their roommate. He paused at a point, catching the scent of something... Rather odd. A mixture of human and cat. The smell itself was simply confusing, so he told himself he would investigate it, after he wandered this hall some more, the tip of his long tail twitching this way and that.</s> <\|message\|>The Mad Hatter (Called Hatter) The Mad Hatter Hatter was rather unimpressed with the dorm rooms, seeing as they were barely nicer than his room back at the orphanage. He didn't let that bother him, however. When Peter introduced himself, Hater raised an awkward hand, his lips pursed. "I'm H-Hatter..." He said, almost cursing in anger at his stutter. He didn't speak to Peter anymore, but rather went to unpacking his things. He made his bed, pulling the tighly folded sheet and blanket and the pillow from the bottom of the suitcase. The more he thought about it, the more the suitcase perplexed him. It should've been packed full... but somehow Maria - his stand-in mother at the orphanage - had managed to fit the blanket, the sheet, all 3 of his cardigans, his t-shirts, his pants, and his toiletries bag in on large suitcase. Maybe Maria was magic... He thought to himself. But then the thought struck him again... Maybe... She was magic? He'd seen Godmother Frey appear and disappear, she wasn't definitely magic. He shoved the thoughts away and unpacked the rest of the suitcase, stuffing his banjo and mandolin cases between the bed and the dresser. He hung his cardigans in the wardrobe, which was already supplied with a few hangars. When he'd finished, he reached down to his suitcase and fished his pocket-watch from one of the side pockets. He clips the chain to his dark jeans and straightened his tan cardigan. He clicked the watch open, glancing at the wall-clock. He changed the time to 5:23, instead of what it formerly read - the current time in Dublin, Ireland. He found that was almost forty-five minutes to spare. After waiting a moment, he sat back down on his bed and grabbed his mandolin from it's case. He picked the strings a few times, making sure each pair were in the right tune, and quietly played a song</s> <\|message\|>Belle Sinclair Peter Peter smiles and looks over at Hatter underneath his long hair. He runs a hand through his dark hair and listens closely to what he plays. It sounds gorgeous and he seems to recognize it from somewhere, but he can't put his finger on it. He takes a deep breath and leans back on the bed with a sigh. He looks over at Hatter and sucks in his cheeks, trying to think of something to say. Finally, he's glad when the intercom comes on again. Godmother Fey Her eyebrows come together in worry as the students begin to fall silent and not mingle as much. She sighs and looks at the clock. It's fairly close to dinner time now. She press her fingertips to the under side of her throat and says, "Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria. It is time for dinner." She tries to say it with as much cheerfulness as she possibly can, but she is getting worried as she looks at Belle through the security cams. This girl was going to be interesting. She smiles as she kicks the book that she gave to her under the bed. Well, dinnertime. Belle She looks up to the intercom as it goes on. She looks at Gretel after the message is delivered and off and says, "Well, I guess we should head to the cafeteria?" She says it as more of a question than a sentence, but she proceeds to pick up her book and walks out of her room. She heads down the hallway, following the signs that say "Cafeteria". She heads down the hallway and takes a seat in the cafeteria, immediately taking a seat and flipping open her book and beginning to read once more.</s> <\|message\|>Hansel Thomas Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."</s> <\|message\|>Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu [/i]Bullying himself, what is talking about[/i], realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.</s> <\|message\|>Kyrin Chester Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn't changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn't hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat's nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. "Hello." Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.</s> <\|message\|>Cecilia D. Brown Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.</s> <\|message\|>Adam "Beast" Cunningham Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.</s>	<\|message\|>Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."</s>
<\|description\|>John Stark Age: 17 House: Stark Family: Mother: Lady Maege Stark, formerly Lady Maege Umber. She is a proud woman of about 48. She cares greatly about her family and would do anything to protect them. She believes that the greatest weapon one can wield is their words and she is skilled with hers. Father: The late Lord Brandon Stark. He was taken by fever two years ago, leaving John as the reigning lord of the North and of Winterfell. He was honorable and proud, never backing down. He served as the former king's Hand. Brothers:Open Sisters:Open Skills: John is skilled with a sword, having been raised by a noble family. Likewise, he is a good horseback rider and a somewhat skilled archer, though it is not his best skill and he would much rather use a sword. Other than that he is quite diplomatic, and is good at keeping peace between enemies, though that may not work in the upcoming war between Lions and Dragons. Weaknesses: John has been cursed with Stark honor. He refuses to go back on deals unless it is an absolute necessity. He won't fight an unarmed enemy and he can be somewhat naive about the workings of politics. Weapon: John wields the ancestral sword of House Stark, a Valyrian Steel sword called Ice. Title: Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, and soon to be Hand of the King. Personality: John can best be described as a Stark. Because that is what he is. He's honorable, smart, and proud. He's kind to peasants and lords alike but he isn't afraid to stand his ground against the likes of the Lannisters, a House that he has no love for. Bio: John was born as the winter was slowly fading into summer. He was the first born child of Lady Maege and Lord Brandon and as such he was spoiled rotten. When he was eight years old his father accepted the position of Hand of the King for the then king, Jaehaerys Targaryen, and he went with him. He spent the next eight years in King's Landing, going back to Winterfell only occasionally. As such he became good friends with the now king, Daeron, and he considers him one of his closest allies. The two would often play together in the Red Keep, scaring his mother's handmaidens and spying on the small council meetings. When John's father fell ill they traveled back to Winterfell where his father died three months later, leaving him as the new Lord of House Stark. Since then he has been trying to make a name for himself as someone who respects his subjects but will fight for what he believes in. Other:John is the owner of a direwolf named Shiera, after one of Aegon IV's bastards, a woman who seduced many men and was considered a powerful sorceress. His mother gave him the idea after he stated he wanted to name the animal something powerful. She said that most women find power in words not in weapons, and then told him the story of Shiera Seastar. "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die." Name: Daeron Targaryen] Age: 17 House: Targaryen Family: Mother: His mother is Queen Olenna Targaryen, formerly Lady Olenna Tyrell. She is a courageous woman, not afraid to fight for her family in whatever manner possible. She is the same age as Lady Maege Stark and the two grew close while the Starks were in King's Landing. Father: Daeron's father was the late King Jaehaerys Targaryen, a man who was praised for his strong leadership. Jaehaerys died at the age of 49, when he fell ill and died in quick succession. He was a brave man, riding into battle fearlessly to defend not only his claims, but his men as well. Brothers:Open Sisters:Open Skills: Daeron is a skilled warrior, excelling at sword fighting and archery especially. He is also quite skilled at getting information, using his charm and the many resources at his command. Weaknesses: Daeron can't ride a horse. It's never been appealing to him. and he never learned the skill. He is also known for having a short fuse, and can snap very quickly, making him easily manipulated by his anger. Weapon: Daeron is known for utilizing a sword that was forged in the times of Daenarys Targaryen, Athdrivar, which is the Dothraki word for death. Title: Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms/King on the Iron Throne/King of Westeros. Personality: Daeron has always been described as ambitious. He's always wanted power. Lucky thing he was born into the royal family. However he wants more. Some think he is too hungry for power, others believe that ambition will protect them. Whether or not they are right may soon be revealed. Daeron is also known for his temper, and could be described as obnoxious during his outbursts. However, he is a kind person to his friends and tries to be kind to his subjects as well. Bio: Daeron was the first born child of King Jaehaerys and Queen Olenna. He was doted upon from an early age and given anything he could possibly want. Unlike some noble children, he refused to squire for a knight, stating he was too good for a position of servitude. His parents didn't press the subject and he continued on with his life. Now he is king, and he is blind to the games the Lannisters are playing, seeing as how his eyes are set across the Narrow Sea, in the land of Essos. Daeron is a true Targaryen and he lusts for the conquer. Whether he follows through or not is the million gold dragon question. Other:"When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John was nervously sipping his wine and stroking Shiera's head when he was approached by his vassal, Lord Cullen Sunderland. The man greeted him solmenly, his head bowed in respect. John's spirits were raised at the sight of a fellow northerner. Cullen had been a good friend of John's father and was currently a god friend to John, even one of his most trusted advisers. "It's alright Cullen. You didn't miss much except for the announcement of the new Hand. Also known as the man you're staring at," John said, sighing before taking a swig of wine from his cup. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron smiled as his cousin, Gwayne, came up to him and offered his congratulations. He and his cousin were close but the age difference between them always kept them distanced. Daeron had known that Gwayne wanted the position he had just rewarded to John but he felt more trust for the Stark than his cousin. "I hope there are no hard feelings about the announcement I just made. It was quite a difficult decision but at the end of the day, I know John better than I know anyone. I can trust him to help me run a kingdom," Daeron said, his face flushed with intoxication. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma wasn't entirely surprised at Vernan's response to her plan. It was no secret that the lions hated the wolves but she still thought he could put that aside for power. No matter. The Frey had presented a good plan. If they could get the Martells behind them then they may have a shot at winning this war. "Alright Frey. Find allies, then a king. Sounds good. With that I bid you farewell. People might begin to think we're conspiring over here," Gemma said, flashing the knight a smile before drifting away.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen's eyes widened as he looked up in surprise. For John to be named Hand of the King meant he'd have to stay in King's Landing. A place Cullen knew was not for his Lord. This place was home to liars, plotters, and cowards. This was no place for a northman much less the Lord of Winterfell. Things were changing and not the way Cullen had hoped. "Congratulations my Lord. I assume this means you will be staying in King's Landing?, he asked. A serving girl came near with cups of wine but Cullen waived her away, "Forgive my boldness my lord but this place is not kind to men like us, the powers that rule here could make The Red Wedding look like nothing. With you here in King's Landing who will take charge of Winterfell?". Cullen made sure not to speak so loudly so as not to attract the attention of unwanted listeners. His hope right now was that he'd be able to convince John to step down from Hand of the King. The North needed John more than these southerners, besides the king could choose another Hand. The boy was sure to have a long list of people waiting to kiss the king's ass.</s>	<\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John chewed his lip nervously. Of course, John had thought of these things. He knew Cullen would much rather him be at home where he was safe. "Cullen, I know you don't want me here. Frankly, I'm terrified. I grew up here and still, I don't think I can take on this nest of vipers. But Daeron is my friend. And he's dealing with a realm of vipers. So if I am truly a Stark, I will help Daeron in any way I can until he proves himself unworthy of that help. I will keep the position for a while longer. I can always resign if it proves too much. My mother will rule the North in my stead. However I was hoping Cullen, that you would stay here with me. My household guard can only protect me to a certain degree. I need someone with my best interests at heart, someone who I trust with my life. I need another set of eyes and ears. I'd hope that you'd be willing to do that for me," John said, looking over at his vassal.</s>
<\|description\|>Khailey Lannister Age: 14 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Mother: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Father: Vernan Lannister Brothers: Open Sisters: Open Uncle: Martyn Lannister Skills: From a very early age, Khailey has been instructed in all of the subtleties of being a proper and perfect lady. She is elegant and intelligent and knows when a compliment is more appropriate than a jape and all the other nuances of courtesan life. Weaknesses: Although she seems like the perfect little lady most of the time, she does have quite the temper and has been known by those closest to her to be very cruel when things don't go her way. Weapon: Nothing but her wits and her words. And the wealth of Casterly Rock when all else fails. Title: None Personality: Khailey is sweet, kind, noble, and generous to those that she seeks to please. But in reality, she is selfish, ambitious, cruel, and temperamental. Deceit is a way of life for her, and she isn't afraid to lie or cheat whenever necessary to get what she wants. Bio: Her mother died bringing her into the world, and so she never knew her. She was raised mostly by wetnurses while her father was away from Casterly Rock. She is the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, who has brought her with him to King's Landing in order for her to find a suitable husband amongst the lords and strengthen the bonds between House Lannister and those that would seek to help them against the Targareyans. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die." Name: Vernan Lannister Age: 45 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Wife: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Sons: Open Daughter: Khailey Lannister Other Daughters: Open Brother: Martyn Lannister Skills: Vernan is highly skilled with his greataxe and he is an excellent strategist and natural leader of men on the battlefield. He used to be a fine rider as well, but his injury has robbed him of that skill. Weaknesses: Once a mighty warrior who fought with reckless abandon, he was nearly mortally wounded when he was thrown from his horse in battle and trampled beneath its feet. He now walks with a limp as his left leg never fully healed and he has a long scar that runs from above his left eye to just under his chin. Weapon: Vernan is not quite the warrior that he once was before his injury, but he is still a cunning and dangerous fighter who wields a greataxe that was handed down to him by his father. Title: Ser Personality: He is a hard and practical man that knows how to rally men to his cause and strike fears in those that oppose him. Loyalty to his house is what has made Ser Vernan so well respected amongst House Lannister and its allies. He trusts no one outside of his own house and he longs for the days when House Lannister has control of the Iron Throne. Bio: In his youth, he was all but unstoppable on the battlefield and killed many men in combat. He is no longer the same warrior, but his reputation as a merciless fighter on the field of battle makes many think twice about ever crossing him. He was knighted by King Jaehaerys after winning a tournament at the age of seventeen, but he has never liked nor trusted the Targareyans. He firmly believes that all of Westeros would be better off if a Lannister sat upon the Iron Throne. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John's horse trotted along the cobblestone streets of the capital of Westeros, King's Landing, his family's carriage following behind. His sword was at his hip and his eyes were on road in front of him. They were approaching the famed Red Keep, the stronghold that two hundred years ago, had been taken back by Daenarys Targaryen. Finally, John reached the castle and was welcomed into the courtyard. He dismounted his horse which was lead away to the stables. His mother came out of the carriage, the northern-born woman turning her nose up at the salty smell of sea air. He walked with her into the castle where servants greeted them and led them to their luxurious quarters with promises of their belongings being delivered later in the day. The whole of the kingdom was in King's Landing. And most of the highborn lords and ladies would be staying for the next few weeks. John's friend, and the new king, Daeron Targaryen, would have his coronation tomorrow. To celebrate the young dragon was holding a large festival. Feasts every night, a tourney with the promise of knighthood awaiting the winner, and a carnival on top of that, filled with entertainers from across the Narrow Sea. John was taken aback by the extravagance that he saw from his balcony. He was a long way from home.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Although she had only been in King's Landing for a few days, already she was sick of the smell, sick of all the fat, squawking noblewomen, and sick of her father reminding her each and every day why she was here. She knew why she was here, and she had no intention of disappointing him. A marriage to another powerful house was what House Lannister needed in order to help them return to their former glory, and she planned to make sure that it happened. Getting out of bed, Khailey slipped out of her nightgown and went to her closet to find one of her best gowns to where for the day. The room that she had been given to stay in was much smaller than her room back in Casterly Rock, which was something that she was not pleased about. But complaining about it to her father had yielded no results, so she decided to just make the best of it. Settling for a red gown with a gold trim, she got dressed and then braided her long golden hair before leaving the room to go look for her father. Her father's squire had delivered a message saying that he wanted to see her right away, more than likely to introduce her to another lord that he thought would make a suitable match for her. Khailey wondered who it was that he had found this time. Last time, it had been a Tyrell man even older than her father. Thankfully, she had talked him out of that match. She hoped that whoever he found this time was someone at least a little more pleasant to look upon.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron was awoke by his mother ripping the curtains apart, allowing light to invade his chambers. He shot up, surprised by the sudden radiance of the light. His room was covered in old garments and plates. His mother scowled at him. "I've allowed you certain liberties but it is time for you to present yourself as a king," the Queen Mother said. She left the room, her message having been delivered as servants rushed in to dress him. After his rude awakening, Daeron was led down to the royal family's quarters where he broke fast with his mother, the two remaining silent most of the time. Towards the end however, his mother spoke. "You will have to make a decision today, Daeron. You have yet to fill the position of Hand of the King. And you have a lot of choices," she said, looking over at her son. Daeron looked back at her, surprised. "I was planning on John. He is my most trusted friend and offers some of the best advice in the Seven Kingdoms," he said. Olenna smiled and shook her head. "Daeron that isn't how things work. And you know that. You can't give the position to a boy as green as John Stark, no matter how close are families are. What about your cousin Gwayne? It is well known that he seeks the position." Daeron had waved his mother off, telling her he'd think about it. Which was exactly what he was doing. He was wandering the halls, thinking. Being the king wasn't all it was cracked up to be.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob prefered to travel by horse, a carriage was loud, a lot less stable on the stone and made him look pompous. Finally pulling up in front of the Red Keep Jakob smiled, the journey was finally over and now he could focus on what he came here to do. Stooping in the cramped space he heard the click of his guards opening the door. Stepping into the warm glow of the sun he stood upright and stretched out his muscles which had become deadened by the journey. Waiting an orderly stepped forward and directed his retinue as to where they could deposit the Frey carriage as well as how to bring Jakob's effects into his room. Nodding briefly at the orderly he walked up the grand stairs into one of the most imposing castles he had ever seen. Despite his distaste for the squalor of King's Landing, he understood why kings and queens made their home in the Red Keep. Walking amongst the history he quickly took in the classical scenes of battle and glory that adorned the walls. Turning a corner he was escorted by the Gold Coats and his own personal retinue towards the throne room. Jakob knew he had to present himself to the Young Dragon before retiring for some rest, though he doubted that King Daeron even considered Jakob an important banner. Finally arriving at the grand entrance Jakob paused, breathing deeply he nodded and the large wooden doors were opened up for him to enter. The hall was filled with the faces of nobility and grandeur, all awaiting their King to take his place in court. Each of the lords would need to declare their allegiance to the King, before a short time of networking and eating, and finally the announcement of the Hand of the King. Jakob was quite far down on the order of lords and ladies to swear allegiance. This meant he had a chance to look over who was present and who wasn't. Rumours circulating the court had reached his ears and he had a great many people to speak too before the end of the next few days. Nodding to his men they spread out across the edge of the room with the other guards, he would not need their direct protection here. No one was foolish enough to kill a noble here. Having arrived alone also allowed him to cast an eye over the younger ladies that were present. He was still looking for a suitable bride to both secure his line and secure a fast ally of the Freys. The Latest Walder Frey had given the Frey name some infamy in regards to marriage and so Jakob was determined to right past wrongs of the family, even if he felt no real connection too it.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister The grizzled old knight stood in a fine tunic of red as he waited for the king to make his appearance. He couldn't honestly say that he was eager to hear the young dragon's decision. He doubted that it would be anything that he wanted to hear. No doubt the king would choose either the Stark boy or the Lord of Highgarden, neither of which were any friends to the Lannisters and did nothing to help his own house. He couldn't believe that there was not a single Lannister among the small council. It was just plain wrong as far as he was concerned. This dragon clearly had no inclination of how to rule. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Ser Vernan could do about it. His brother Martyn Lannister was Lord of Casterly Rock, but he was timid and fearful of the king's wrath. He needed Vernan to show him that the Lannister's had allies, and that they would have the Iron Throne if they seized their chance now. If a marriage could be found for Khailey to gain the power of another strong house to the Lannister's cause, it would shift the balance in their favor and perhaps his brother would then approve of striking out at the young dragon. Khailey Lannister The young lioness entered the hall and looked around for her father, but she saw no sign of him in the gathered crowd. She sighed, put on a dignified smile and started to move through the crowd with her back and shoulders straight and her hands locked in front of her as her septa had taught her to walk. She moved with grace as she crossed the hall and no doubt caught the eye of many of the men in the hall.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John finally decided that it was time to go down to the ceremony. Every house in the realm was here to swear fealty to the king. John, being a Stark, was higher on that list than most so he decided he best hurry. He retrieved his mother from the room next door and they descended stairs until they reached the crowded throne room. John was also nervous about Daeron's largest decision today. The Hand of the King. His mother told him that he was one of the better candidates. And John didn't like that at all. He'd grown up with Daeron and as such, was very familiar with his personality. He was always entitled and had a famously short temper. But John feared it would get worse now that Daeron had such power. He feared that Daeron would be loathe to take his advice. John took a place in the hall near Ser Vernan Lannister. John smiled politely. "Hello Ser Vernan. I expect your journey was as uneventful as my own?" John asked. He had no love for Lannisters but it never hurt to be on one's good side.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister He hadn't been expecting to be approached by the Stark boy, but he gave him a curt nod and said. "My journey was much shorter than your own, so yes uneventful was a good way to describe it. How are things in the North?" Vernan didn't consider the Starks as allies of his house, but he knew that friends and enemies switched often and to see someone as an enemy on principal was not a wise decision.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye. The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself. "It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."</s>	<\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey had just spotted her father speaking with John Stark, which she found a little odd, when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her and she stopped and turned to see a man that she did not recognize approach her. He was clearly a knight and a lord of some importance, though, and she smiled warmly at him. "And are you a sheep, my lord? I should think not. A man such as yourself should certainly be associated with something more noble than a sheep, don't you agree?"</s>
<\|description\|>Khailey Lannister Age: 14 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Mother: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Father: Vernan Lannister Brothers: Open Sisters: Open Uncle: Martyn Lannister Skills: From a very early age, Khailey has been instructed in all of the subtleties of being a proper and perfect lady. She is elegant and intelligent and knows when a compliment is more appropriate than a jape and all the other nuances of courtesan life. Weaknesses: Although she seems like the perfect little lady most of the time, she does have quite the temper and has been known by those closest to her to be very cruel when things don't go her way. Weapon: Nothing but her wits and her words. And the wealth of Casterly Rock when all else fails. Title: None Personality: Khailey is sweet, kind, noble, and generous to those that she seeks to please. But in reality, she is selfish, ambitious, cruel, and temperamental. Deceit is a way of life for her, and she isn't afraid to lie or cheat whenever necessary to get what she wants. Bio: Her mother died bringing her into the world, and so she never knew her. She was raised mostly by wetnurses while her father was away from Casterly Rock. She is the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, who has brought her with him to King's Landing in order for her to find a suitable husband amongst the lords and strengthen the bonds between House Lannister and those that would seek to help them against the Targareyans. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die." Name: Vernan Lannister Age: 45 Appearance: House: Lannister Family: Wife: Tarla Lannister (Deceased) Sons: Open Daughter: Khailey Lannister Other Daughters: Open Brother: Martyn Lannister Skills: Vernan is highly skilled with his greataxe and he is an excellent strategist and natural leader of men on the battlefield. He used to be a fine rider as well, but his injury has robbed him of that skill. Weaknesses: Once a mighty warrior who fought with reckless abandon, he was nearly mortally wounded when he was thrown from his horse in battle and trampled beneath its feet. He now walks with a limp as his left leg never fully healed and he has a long scar that runs from above his left eye to just under his chin. Weapon: Vernan is not quite the warrior that he once was before his injury, but he is still a cunning and dangerous fighter who wields a greataxe that was handed down to him by his father. Title: Ser Personality: He is a hard and practical man that knows how to rally men to his cause and strike fears in those that oppose him. Loyalty to his house is what has made Ser Vernan so well respected amongst House Lannister and its allies. He trusts no one outside of his own house and he longs for the days when House Lannister has control of the Iron Throne. Bio: In his youth, he was all but unstoppable on the battlefield and killed many men in combat. He is no longer the same warrior, but his reputation as a merciless fighter on the field of battle makes many think twice about ever crossing him. He was knighted by King Jaehaerys after winning a tournament at the age of seventeen, but he has never liked nor trusted the Targareyans. He firmly believes that all of Westeros would be better off if a Lannister sat upon the Iron Throne. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She giggled at his comment about his sigil and then opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Lord Tyrell appeared. She bowed to him and then said, "My name is Khailey Lannister, my lord. I am the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, whom I trust you have met before." She listened to the exchange between the two lords and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the jape that Lord Jakob made. She hoped that no one noticed, and she cursed herself for not showing more composure.</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden If Gwayne took any offence, he didn't show it in the slightest; instead, he let a small chuckle escape him as he pretended to be amused by Jakob's little joke. The Frey seemed awfully pleased with himself, but if he thought something so trivial would ward him off, he had another thing coming. Returning his smile, Gwayne formulated a reply - one that he hoped would make Jakob think twice about running his mouth off. "I assure you, my lord, the King makes all of his decisions independently. He simply knows who his friends are." Gwayne's golden-eyed stare never left Jakob for a moment - a simple technique he'd picked up over the years. A flickering gaze meant weakness or submission, and something like that wouldn't be comely of the High Marshal of the Reach. "And yet, the same can't be said for everyone. I've heard some… dreadful things about the affair in the Riverlands. It was your kin that the guards found in the Trident, wasn't it? …I can hardly believe it myself." His brow furrowed just so, lips pressed into a thin line, Gwayne appeared the very picture of tepid concern. In another life, he might've made a gifted mummer, but he was momentarily distracted from this little charade of sympathy when the Lannister girl introduced herself. "Ah, yes. Vernan's girl. Your father has spoken of you many a time, my lady - only good things, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move. "Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John nodded to the knight as he replied to John's question. John then answered politely that things were as good as ever in the North. But maybe not for long. Being Daeron's Hand could bring unwanted attention from other Houses John thought to himself. "Who do you expect to gain the title of Hand?" John asked Vernan. Maybe other Lords' thoughts could move Daeron in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident . Ser Vernan Lannister The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow. "Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John grimaced at what the Lannister said of his thoughts on who should be named the Hand. "I was worried that you would say that," he said. He knew that if Daeron offered him the position he would be forced to accept. It wasn't a job that you could say no to. John sighed as the chatter continued. He noticed the knight's daughter heading over. She had the famed locks of gold that Lannisters were known for and she was quite the beauty. John bowed as she approached. "My lady," he said, flashing a charming smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron had finished his walk and was now ready to begin the ceremony. He notified his guards and the others that would need to be present at the occasion. He waited outside the door of the throne room, a black cape fitted over a red tunic. He took a deep breath as he marched in, the Kingsguard at his side. He took his seat on the Iron Throne. It was a cold, uncomfortable thing but his face showed no sign of his feelings. The coronation was quick. Maester Arran conducted it and then placed the crown his father had worn atop his head. He smiled as he realized what came next. The Lords of Westeros swearing fealty to him. This would be quite fun. Daeron was handed a list of the Lords who would be bowing the knee to show their house's respect. He shouted out the first name on the list, "Gwayne Tyrell!"</s>	<\|message\|>Khailey Lannister She smiled at her father as she approached and then stood at his side. Then when she saw John Stark, her smiled changed from dutiful to something more real. "I don't believe that we have truly met before, Lord Stark, but I know who you are. The last time that I saw you, I was still a child, but now I am a woman grown. My name is Khailey Lannister, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you properly." Before long, the coronation started and Khailey fell silent as she watched in utter boredom as the ceremony went by. She didn't have patience for things like this, but she made sure to keep a smile on her pretty face the whole time just as her father wanted her to. She had to remind herself to keep her poise at all times because she never knew who might be watching her.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob prefered to travel by horse, a carriage was loud, a lot less stable on the stone and made him look pompous. Finally pulling up in front of the Red Keep Jakob smiled, the journey was finally over and now he could focus on what he came here to do. Stooping in the cramped space he heard the click of his guards opening the door. Stepping into the warm glow of the sun he stood upright and stretched out his muscles which had become deadened by the journey. Waiting an orderly stepped forward and directed his retinue as to where they could deposit the Frey carriage as well as how to bring Jakob's effects into his room. Nodding briefly at the orderly he walked up the grand stairs into one of the most imposing castles he had ever seen. Despite his distaste for the squalor of King's Landing, he understood why kings and queens made their home in the Red Keep. Walking amongst the history he quickly took in the classical scenes of battle and glory that adorned the walls. Turning a corner he was escorted by the Gold Coats and his own personal retinue towards the throne room. Jakob knew he had to present himself to the Young Dragon before retiring for some rest, though he doubted that King Daeron even considered Jakob an important banner. Finally arriving at the grand entrance Jakob paused, breathing deeply he nodded and the large wooden doors were opened up for him to enter. The hall was filled with the faces of nobility and grandeur, all awaiting their King to take his place in court. Each of the lords would need to declare their allegiance to the King, before a short time of networking and eating, and finally the announcement of the Hand of the King. Jakob was quite far down on the order of lords and ladies to swear allegiance. This meant he had a chance to look over who was present and who wasn't. Rumours circulating the court had reached his ears and he had a great many people to speak too before the end of the next few days. Nodding to his men they spread out across the edge of the room with the other guards, he would not need their direct protection here. No one was foolish enough to kill a noble here. Having arrived alone also allowed him to cast an eye over the younger ladies that were present. He was still looking for a suitable bride to both secure his line and secure a fast ally of the Freys. The Latest Walder Frey had given the Frey name some infamy in regards to marriage and so Jakob was determined to right past wrongs of the family, even if he felt no real connection too it.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister The grizzled old knight stood in a fine tunic of red as he waited for the king to make his appearance. He couldn't honestly say that he was eager to hear the young dragon's decision. He doubted that it would be anything that he wanted to hear. No doubt the king would choose either the Stark boy or the Lord of Highgarden, neither of which were any friends to the Lannisters and did nothing to help his own house. He couldn't believe that there was not a single Lannister among the small council. It was just plain wrong as far as he was concerned. This dragon clearly had no inclination of how to rule. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Ser Vernan could do about it. His brother Martyn Lannister was Lord of Casterly Rock, but he was timid and fearful of the king's wrath. He needed Vernan to show him that the Lannister's had allies, and that they would have the Iron Throne if they seized their chance now. If a marriage could be found for Khailey to gain the power of another strong house to the Lannister's cause, it would shift the balance in their favor and perhaps his brother would then approve of striking out at the young dragon. Khailey Lannister The young lioness entered the hall and looked around for her father, but she saw no sign of him in the gathered crowd. She sighed, put on a dignified smile and started to move through the crowd with her back and shoulders straight and her hands locked in front of her as her septa had taught her to walk. She moved with grace as she crossed the hall and no doubt caught the eye of many of the men in the hall.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John finally decided that it was time to go down to the ceremony. Every house in the realm was here to swear fealty to the king. John, being a Stark, was higher on that list than most so he decided he best hurry. He retrieved his mother from the room next door and they descended stairs until they reached the crowded throne room. John was also nervous about Daeron's largest decision today. The Hand of the King. His mother told him that he was one of the better candidates. And John didn't like that at all. He'd grown up with Daeron and as such, was very familiar with his personality. He was always entitled and had a famously short temper. But John feared it would get worse now that Daeron had such power. He feared that Daeron would be loathe to take his advice. John took a place in the hall near Ser Vernan Lannister. John smiled politely. "Hello Ser Vernan. I expect your journey was as uneventful as my own?" John asked. He had no love for Lannisters but it never hurt to be on one's good side.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister He hadn't been expecting to be approached by the Stark boy, but he gave him a curt nod and said. "My journey was much shorter than your own, so yes uneventful was a good way to describe it. How are things in the North?" Vernan didn't consider the Starks as allies of his house, but he knew that friends and enemies switched often and to see someone as an enemy on principal was not a wise decision.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye. The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself. "It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey had just spotted her father speaking with John Stark, which she found a little odd, when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her and she stopped and turned to see a man that she did not recognize approach her. He was clearly a knight and a lord of some importance, though, and she smiled warmly at him. "And are you a sheep, my lord? I should think not. A man such as yourself should certainly be associated with something more noble than a sheep, don't you agree?"</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers. In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity. As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion. "Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye. The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself. "It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey had just spotted her father speaking with John Stark, which she found a little odd, when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her and she stopped and turned to see a man that she did not recognize approach her. He was clearly a knight and a lord of some importance, though, and she smiled warmly at him. "And are you a sheep, my lord? I should think not. A man such as yourself should certainly be associated with something more noble than a sheep, don't you agree?"</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers. In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity. As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion. "Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She giggled at his comment about his sigil and then opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Lord Tyrell appeared. She bowed to him and then said, "My name is Khailey Lannister, my lord. I am the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, whom I trust you have met before." She listened to the exchange between the two lords and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the jape that Lord Jakob made. She hoped that no one noticed, and she cursed herself for not showing more composure.</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden If Gwayne took any offence, he didn't show it in the slightest; instead, he let a small chuckle escape him as he pretended to be amused by Jakob's little joke. The Frey seemed awfully pleased with himself, but if he thought something so trivial would ward him off, he had another thing coming. Returning his smile, Gwayne formulated a reply - one that he hoped would make Jakob think twice about running his mouth off. "I assure you, my lord, the King makes all of his decisions independently. He simply knows who his friends are." Gwayne's golden-eyed stare never left Jakob for a moment - a simple technique he'd picked up over the years. A flickering gaze meant weakness or submission, and something like that wouldn't be comely of the High Marshal of the Reach. "And yet, the same can't be said for everyone. I've heard some… dreadful things about the affair in the Riverlands. It was your kin that the guards found in the Trident, wasn't it? …I can hardly believe it myself." His brow furrowed just so, lips pressed into a thin line, Gwayne appeared the very picture of tepid concern. In another life, he might've made a gifted mummer, but he was momentarily distracted from this little charade of sympathy when the Lannister girl introduced herself. "Ah, yes. Vernan's girl. Your father has spoken of you many a time, my lady - only good things, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move. "Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John nodded to the knight as he replied to John's question. John then answered politely that things were as good as ever in the North. But maybe not for long. Being Daeron's Hand could bring unwanted attention from other Houses John thought to himself. "Who do you expect to gain the title of Hand?" John asked Vernan. Maybe other Lords' thoughts could move Daeron in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident . Ser Vernan Lannister The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow. "Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing The coronation was completely uneventful, which was both good and bad depending on your opinion, though Jakob did not seem to mind as much as he thought it would. 1Instead he cast his gaze across some of the other Riverlands nobles around him. Most seemed to be trying to give him a wide birth, though a Tully noble whose name escaped Jakob seemed to have scooted over towards him in the crowd. As the noble came closer Jakob finally recognised him. Tristan Tully, the heir to the Tully house, what little the Tully's had left that was, despite the Starks being unexiled and regaining the North the Tullys had not been so lucky with the Riverlands, only being gifted a small fort hold after the return of the Targaryians. It tickled Jakob that this man was the only noble willing to even be near him. "How many ties have you stepped on this time friend?" Tristan was a slightly round lord with shortly cut black hair and a pudgy, pale, face. Not an imposing man by any means but those out of favour at the courts had to stick together after all. "I believe the Tyrells are not too fond of my prescence here. My response of course was to blindly mock Gwayne and the king. So maybe one set of toes, but they are very big toes indeed." The Tully grimaced and shook his head. "You want too bring glory to the Frey name and yet you provoke the very men who could give you the power you desire." The Tully was no fool, even if he looked like one. "If you wrre to cosy up then perhaps you would have some clout to throw around your weight." "I want clout to dictate, not simply nodd as some lap dog. A friend is useful but I wont become the nameless piece of some wretch who wants my loyalty in exchange for scraps." Tristan was about to respond when the first of the Riverlands nobility started to walk up. It seemed their time was finally upon them. "Jakob Frey." The name resulted in much muttering and gossiping that was quickly silenced with stern looks from the guards that were around the room. Now was not the time to spread rumours. Stepping forward proudly Jakob looked the king straight in the eye and then knelt, lowering his gaze, before lifting his head up and speaking. "House Frey, the Twins and the men who live under my protection serve the one true king. We live at your pleasure." With that Jakob bowed his head one more time before returning too his feet. Turning face he walked back to his spot as Tristan went up for his own fealty. As the ceremony continued people were already beggining to spill out, it seemed that the King may not have been naming his hand, especially since the king's favourite. The Stark boy. Had left, Jakob didn't mind. This meant he would have a chance to mingle, there was a number of other lords he wished to meet first and of course a number of very eligible ladies. The Lannister girl had caught his attention however he couldn't see the Lion stooping down for the Twins. Sighing he ffollowed the procession of disappearing gentry and begun to partake in the wine and food that was being shared. Looking around the open space he found himself he was not surprised to see that there was not one of the noble houses present. It seemed he had been directed away from the bigger players. If he was needed he would be called, if not, well sometimes the underdogs were bigger players together than any of the more powerful houses. Deciding that the other Roverlands lords awaited Jakob found Tristan and the two moved through the throng of pomposity.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Her father was forced to pledge loyalty to the king because her cowardly uncle was too paranoid to leave Casterly Rock to do so himself. It was one of many things that was causing the rift between the Targaryens and the Lannisters. Her father told her several times that it could lead to war. She didn't know if that was true or not, but as long as her house came out on top then she really didn't care. Besides, wars were much more of a concern for knights and lords than they were for someone like her. After all of the lords had sworn loyalty to the king, Khailey found herself being forced to mingle with all of the different ladies from the most powerful of the houses. She smiled and participated in all of the gossiping, hearing some things of interest and many that she couldn't care less about. She learned that apparently many of the Riverlords didn't trust Jakob Frey. A few woman spoke about hearing that a doomsayer was heard two nights ago saying that the war of the Lion and the Dragon was inevitable. The man disappeared this morning and hasn't been heard since. Another woman claimed that the Ironborn were growing restless and planning to raid the North again. These were the most intriguing of the rumors, others didn't interest Khailey nearly as much. Lord Ben Bolton was seeking a new wife after his last wife died of mysterious causes, one of the Kingsguard was rumored to have taken a serving girl into his bed but there was no proof, and Ashlee Lorch had a bastard baby in her belly. Based on what Khailey knew of Ashlee Lorch, that wasn't hard for her to believe. Growing bored with all of the sipping, Khailey managed to excuse herself. She wasn't hungry and just wanted to go back up to her room to rest her feet and get out of this gown. She walked past the Riverlords, catching a glimpse of Jakob Frey speaking with Tristan Tully as she made her way towards the exit.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Tristan begun to bore Jakob he started to look around, looking for a way out. Tristan was smart and a fairly decent man however he did have a strange habit of being almost childish. Jakob would have suggested the Tully boy get himself a woman, or at least a whore, however those willing to put up with Tristan were in short demand. As his eyes scanned the room he spotted Jonathan Mallister for a second and thought of trying to strike up a conversation with the venerable lord. Jonathan held some of the land near the Twins and was a major force in keeping the Greyjoys at bay. Excusing himself from Tristan he slid smoothly between people as he went to hunt down Lord Mallister but was then stopped in his tracks once more. It seemed Khailey had managed to appear amongst the Riverlords again. Changing course he veered steadily towards the Lioness and caught up with her just before the exit. Bowing curtly he spoke with a smile. "The Lioness seems to be away from her pride again. If I didn't know better I would say you wish to be one of the flock. We do have a slightly more..." Jakob looked over at one of the greener lords finishing his eighth cup of wine before belching loudly and laughing with some noble friends. "...crude sense of humour." Jakob almost sighed at the rabble he was surrounded by. These nobles believed it was all a piss up now, the King would select the Stark boy as his hand and then they could return to their homes to carry on the hedonistic life they enjoyed. No ambition. "However we also have a lot less power than that of your own house, so the trade off is quite large." Suddenly a man stumbled into the back of Jakob and he spun around. A glint of fire in his eye that was steeled by the fists his hands clenched into. The man was a tall orderly who seemed to have been knocked by another kerfuffle going on slightly further away. Jakob was not a cruel man and quickly checked that the orderly was alright before taking a drink from the man and offering one to Khailey. "Perhaps we could speak where less of my noble kin are present? We never did get to carry on our conversation from earlier after the Tyrell interrupted. Now, you were telling me about why you are not at your fathers heel tonight."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister When she heard the familiar vice, she stopped at the exit and turned around to see Jakob Frey standing behind her, smiling. She returned the smile. "I have no desire to part of the flock," she said with a hint of disdain in her tone as she looked around at the lesser nobles. "I don't think that you do either," she told him. "You seem like someone that wants more than to be just a nameless face in the crowd of king's supporters." She took a step back when the orderly bumped into Jakob, but smiled and thanked him when he handed her the glass of wine. She took a sip of the sweet red wine, perhaps a bit more than she should have honestly and then answered the lord's question. "I was about to go back to my room. You may walk me there if you wish." She doubted her father would want her to go off alone with someone that she wasn't all too familiar with, but she found the Frey interesting and wanted to know more about him. "My father has his mind set on finding me a husband and seeing that I'm married as soon as possible," she told him. "He's been nagging me about it and I'm weary of it is all."</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob smiled as she mentioned her suspicions as to the extent of his ambition. She was absolutely right of course but he would admit that. Instead he laughed the comment off easily and then proceeded to escort the young lady to her room. He had no intentions of informing her father of course, but the he also had no intention to do anything that a man would disapprove of. Khailey was simply a way into the bigger players right now, Jakob had no interest in pursuing a fling tonight, especially not with a woman who could quite easily crush him with her ties. Sipping his own wine a lot more slowly he almost laughed as she drank hers quickly. Musing shortly on her position Jakob responded. "I'm surprised such a fine woman as yourself was not betrothed before the coming of age. Has your father been busy? Preoccupied perhaps? I mean if I am not mistaken, you are quite an important part of the line of Lannisters, and have quite the claim on Casterly Rock after your uncle and father. You seem like someone with whom a noble house would look to snatch at. If I am not being too bold to say. See myself, and the other lords I am forced to call my equals, are left to marry amongst ourselves. No Great House wishes to marry themselves low, but then the circumstances have not required the greats to need their lessers for quite some time. I believe the War of Five Kings was the last time that it truly hung in the balance." Jakob chuckled as his history lessons paid off. "In fact i believe it was a Frey who orchestrated the downfall of the North then. Perhaps we will be able to wield such power again, to serve the king of course."</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Patrick Baelish, Overlord of the Riverlands Patrick was feeling more and more like a recluse now. He had elected to mingle with the other Riverlords and was regretting the mistake already. He was receiving more cold stares than the Frey lad did and could tell that this wasn't likely to change soon. Despite this he attempted to enjoy himself. he had brought a large following to the coronation and instead busied himself by gossiping and joking with his retinue. However the joviality was brought to a halt as the Frey did in fact appear. Pushing his way through to Patrick, the Baelish nodded and smiled at Jakob. "Jakob my boy, how are you?" Jakob's response was a dull and muted grunt as he sat down. "What is it my boy?" "You are touted for Master of Coin again, my lord. If you were to receive such a position what would happen in the Riverlands?" Ptrick knew exactly what Jakob meant. "The taxes and tariffs would stay the same, they will continue to fill the royal coffers, besides the Kingdom still owes the Lannisters so much money it beggars belief. 200 years and we have only put a dent in the massive debt. Perhaps if we sold them the Twins then we could take another bite out of the debt." Patrick and his following laughed but Jakob remained silent. Standing, Jakob left the group. Patrick was left wondering whether he had crossed a line and then decided against it. People didn't exactly follow the Freys highly and the boy was just an angry so-and-so who couldn't solve all his problems with violence. Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Jakob left the party of Baelishes he marched straight over to Tristan who was gingerly sipping at his second wine. The boy always knew how to make children look like men, Jakob laughed to himself. Sitting with the Heir to the Tully house he looked around nd then leant in. "A meeting, tonight. I want all of the Riverlords there, not Baelish of course. We have business to discuss. Are you with me friend?" Jakob's voice was slightly pleading at this point. He always knew how to tug at Tristan's heart strings. "Why can't you do this Jakob? I'm not exactly part of a Noble House am I." "Yes but people still remember when you were, do this for me. They will listen to you." Tristan nodded his head but raised a finger. "I will be telling them that this for you though. I won't deceive the Lords." Jakob nodded that he accepted the terms and watched as Tristan got up and begun to spread the word amongst the nobles. Hopefully his name would put none of the lords off. The Riverlands had suffered in silence since the War of Five Kings and now it was time to discuss returning to former glories. Tristan could finish his job and then find Jakob, for now the Frey lord had other matters. Standing he marched his way through the crowd with authority. He was now looking for Vernan Lannister however in his attempt to navigate the people he ended up bumping into the back of a Dornish noble woman. Standing up straight he apologised profusely. It was Adrienne Martell, not somebody he had been looking for but then networking outside of his locale was not always a bad thing.</s> <\|message\|>Adrienne Nymeros Martell Princess Adrienne Martell There was a sudden force from behind her, forcing her a few steps forward to balance herself. The wine sloshed in her cup, some spilling to the floor before she had a chance to right it, and people jumped back to avoid getting wet. The moment of chaos was small and almost immediately a servant had appeared to clean the spill. Turning to see the cause of it all she was faced with a man she did not know, but that was hardly a surprise. She spied the figure of the Twins though, and then she remembered his face from him swearing fealty. "Do not worry, my lord, the hall is busy and, well I am quite short." She said with a gentle smile, her words carrying the lilt of the Dornish accent. "I am Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, a pleasure to meet you." The Freys had never been of a concern to the Martells, partly due to the distance but mostly because the Freys had seemed more concerned with each other.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John began making his way down to the feast, Shiera at his side. He had spoken to Daeron only a few minutes ago. John would be the Hand. As much as he tried to make himself seem unworthy, Daeron disagreed. And what Daeron wanted he received. John entered the feast, Shiera padding along silently, gaining looks from the nobility that was unaccustomed to the pets that Ned Stark and his children had popularized in the North. "My boy!" John heard the shout from across the room and glanced up to see his uncle, Lord Jon Umber making his way over. He grinned and hugged the man, smelling the wine waft off of his figure. They discussed the new king for a few minutes before his uncle brought up the appointment of a Hand. "All the gold in the Seven Kingdoms that it's you boy," he said, gaining a halfhearted laugh from the Stark. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma was enjoying the feast immensely. Her cup was always filled and the food was beyond amazement. She was pleasantly surprised by the spectacle the Targaryens had produced. But it wouldn't matter to her in the end. She wanted the downfall of the Targaryens, much like the Lannisters, or so she heard. She'd be happy to work with the lions though, if it meant her name went down in history as the woman who slew the king. She made her way over to where the Dornish princess and the Frey lord were speaking, silently joining the conversation. It was part of her job to make rounds ad let everyone know that she was still their friend. The Baraetheons weren't exactly the king's favorite house. Any allies were useful, especially when there was grumbling of war.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey was a bit stunned by the way that Lord Jakob had reacted. She brushed a loose lock of hair out of her face as she watched him leave. She then turned and made her way to her room, shutting the door behind her and slipping out of her dress before putting on a nightgown and sitting on her bed. She thought about his words. She wasn't scared of the Targaryens. Her father had already told her that he meant to someday make certain that she was queen and that her son would sit upon the Iron Throne. Then she wouldn't have to worry about anything, especially not listening to the gossiping of lesser women. Ser Vernan Lannister He hated feasts like these, especially when he had so many other things on his mind. Sitting at a small table in the corner of the room, which the servants had brought out to him because his bad leg made it hard for him to stand for too long, his eyes scanned the crowd like a lion would scan a herd of antelope, looking for the weakest one to pick off. He didn't trust this rabble. How could he? Many of them were still loyal to the Targaryens or too scared to admit that they weren't. Sitting at the table with him was his most trusted friend and ally, Ser Lothor Clegane. The man was an imposing bull of a man with a short, well-trimmed beard, dark eyes, and not a single hair on his head. He sipped his wine slowly and stared at the cup when he wasn't. This wasn't a man who enjoyed simple comforts. He was a warrior, and knew next to nothing else. Ser Vernan leaned back in his chair and sighed, hoping that this farce would be over soon so that he may leave. He felt that they should just get it over with and confirm everyone's suspicions that the Stark boy would be the new hand. Why waste all of their times? While watching the crowd, he noticed the Lord of the Crossing speaking with the Dornish Princess. He had seen the man speaking to his daughter earlier and wondered where she had gone off to. She better not have gone back to her room.</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob tried to give a warm smile to his new Dornish acquaintance however his eyes were still quite dry and so the appearance was of an obviously fake smile, when in reality it was genuine. Running his hands over his face, Jakob chuckled at her mention of her own height. At least this was a lady who didn't take herself too seriously, much like young Khailey, and it was a nice change from most of the ladies that came from the Riverlands. As she introduced herself Jakob made a slight bow and then stood upright again, holding his spine slightly straighter than before. A natural reaction to anyone of a Great House. Reaching too one side Jakob plucked a new cup of wine from a platter and offered it too Adrienne. "Well Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing. I don't suppose we'll ever have properly spoken. Dorn is practically a different country to the Riverlands. I apologise for my discrepancy earlier, I am in quite the rush. The Twins very rarely boasts a guest list quite like this and so if I wish to network, one must do it now. For example with a Dornish princess. How goes Dorn?" Just then another woman arrived, for Jakob he couldn't believe his luck, but then his mind returned to business and he looked the newcomer for a sigil. He then spotted the Stag and knew it was one of the last Baratheons. Jakob was openly surprised that any remained as he knew how much the Targaryens had lost to Robert over 2 centuries ago. "Evening, my lady. I did not think the Baratheons would want to be here. However it is always a pleasure. If you do not mind, I was just asking my young friend here about Dorn. Perhaps after you may tell us of the Stormlands?" With these two new parties Jakob's mind was spinning with possibilities and plans. With the conversation looking to take a turn that he wanted Jakob leaned over and asked an orderly to find and bring Ser Vernan Lannister. This may quickly become a conversation he wanted to be part of.</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob smiled as the Martell princess left. Hower inside he was scowling, she was a powerful friend and Jakob hadn't expected the Lannister so quickly. SIghing he decided that the group present was still one with a single interest at heart and so now was the time to plot, or at least plan. If what Khailey said was true then a chance like this could skyrocket a man such as himself. Or it could kill him, in which case he would want to be the one hurling these thoughts into the ground. Another action that could bring great reward. The group was silent for a moment as the Hand was announced. The Stark boy, it seemed the King was a fool indeed, the Stark boy was no politician. Jakob had never really wanted the role either, but he was still a better schemer than the Stark and he recognised the opportunity the King had lost with other candidates. Gwayne Tyrell would beside himself, Jakob thought. Perhaps another man I must speak too again tonight. Bringing himself back to the present he led the small procession of the Baratheon and Lannister out of the main feasting hall. Turning a corner he spied an empty room that looked as if it had stored the tables. Perfect. Stepping inside he turned on the two companions and started to speak. "Let's make this brief. A person such as myself, and a Baratheon may not be missed at a party like this but a Lannister will. Ser Vernon, I had the fortune of bumping into Khailey earlier. Lovely girl, unfortunately she made some troubling remarks about her, or more specifically the Lannisters, thoughts on the King. I'm not here to beat around the bush, and I am sure the Baratheons are no fonder of this King as you are. You will need friends in the coming weeks. Friends who hold some power. If there were a war I could promise you that the Starks would rush to the Targaryens, the Tyrells will be a wild car now and Dorn. Again I am not sure about them. I have a feeling that the Baratheons, and so the Stormlands, would follow you against the King. The question is the Riverlands for me. Myself, the Tullys and many other Houses have suffered under the Baelish house. We would not oppose a new King, though nor would we support one that supports House Baelish. I shall meet with the other Riverlords tonight to discuss this but first, I must know how you plan to change the Riverlands, IF you came into power. And more specifically how you would benefit a messenger who brought an opportunity. Such as myself."</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister The man's grizzled face didn't change during the entire announcement of the hand. It had come as no surprise to him, but it was just the type of event that could help bring supporters to the cause of his house. When the Frey Lord gestured for him and the Baratheon woman to follow him, he wasn't exactly pleased but he was curious enough to go along. He brought Ser Lothor Clegane with him as well. Once they were inside the deserted room, the Lord of the Crossing started to say some very interesting things, including the part about Khailey. Once the man was finished speaking, Ser Vernan made his point very brief and chose his words carefully. "There are already pieces set in motion before this night begun. My brother does not know it, but I have arranged for an army of fifteen thousand men to be made ready at Casterly Rock, awaiting my return. I intend to take back what is rightfully the Lannisters. I have promised Khailey that her firstborn son will rule as King of the Seven Kingdoms, but first I must win back the throne. To do that, I need allies. The Twins would be invaluable but what sort of assurance would I have to give you in order to ensure your armies will support my house?" He thought about Khailey and what a marriage between her and Lord Jakob Frey could do for the long term success of House Lannister.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob went wide eyed as the Lannister mentioned the men. Was it really happening this soon? Allies couldn't be that many in number already. He had no rumours in the Riverlands and with the support for the King still being quite strong it would not be enough men. Sighing Jakob rubbed his eyes and looked at Vernan. "You're bold, and you are smart. But fifteen thousand men will not take the capital. The North alone can raise three times, who will all march south, that and that's not including anybody else who flocks too the Dragon. You may think you have a chance, but before I declare any support for you I need to know who supports you. Do you have the ear of the Tyrells? The Martells? Lets say you have your own men, fifty, and then the Storm lands, another thirty. That's only eighty thouasand in total. Now with the Riverlands and the Vale, who despise the Baelishs more than I do, your would get another eighty or ninety thousand men. But If that's all then it will be close, and it will be hard fought." Jakob then thought of what they could do. The Trident could hold the North if adequately defended, and that would leave men free to try for the capital. But that wouldn't answer the question of other armies. "If you want assurances of support then you would have to cough up a lot. I would want the Riverlands, I would need the Tullys to take the Vale. I would need a large sum of gold and..." Jakob trailed off slightly. "...Khailey. If you want alliance, I get a wife. Though I don't see how she will put a son on the throne if she is married to myself? The Kingdoms need a king, and I doubt you would want to put me on the throne. Because I will be no puppet. So let me be clear, unless you want a Frey on the throne, Khailey cannot marry me and without a marriage. I wont whip the Riverlands for your coup."</s> <\|message\|>Gemma Baraetheon Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma smirked as she listened to Jakob try and work out terms of an alliance with the grizzled knight. "I think you two are overlooking something. The king is a Tyrell as well as a Targaryen. I highly doubt that a simple political position will get in the way of the loyalties of family. If swords are drawn, I have no doubt that the Tyrells will side against you. And those are people I'd never want to fight. The Reach can raise 100,000 men, at least. Plus all the forces of the North? We'd lose. However, the Young Wolf is an honorable boy. If he pledged a vow to your family Vernan, than he'd be inclined to keep it. I believe your daughter is not yet betrothed? And Jakob, you want a wife as well? Seeing as how you aren't too hard to look at and seem more than intelligent enough, you are welcome to take my hand in marriage? These are only suggestions of course. If you think there's a better way Lannister then fine. But I won't stand behind you unless I feel confident that we will win. Get the North on our side or out of this war, and you will have all the forces of the Stormlands marching by your side," Gemma said. Gemma was confident that her idea was one of the best there were. She knew that the North could easily win this war for either side. They had skilled commanders and quite a lot of men. Their forces combined with The Reach's would be disastrous for them. They'd need the Starks or the Tyrells under their control if they had any chance of winning this war and seeing their own king on the Iron Throne.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister Vernan hated it when he had to make deals with lesser houses, but until his brother allowed the rest of House Lannister and its allies to join the war effort, he would need these lesser houses on his side. "You may have the Riverlands and you will also be well paid for your efforts to help secure the throne," he told Lord Jakob Frey. "But you need not worry about ever seeing the throne. I plan to take over as regent until such time that a more fitting Lannister can be placed on the throne. Perhaps one of my brother's nephews if their mother has not spoiled them so much that they've turned soft." Vernan then listened to the suggestions of Lady Gemma, but he was quick to anger when she made mention of wedding his daughter to the young wolf. "No daughter of mine will ever marry a Stark. I do not trust those Northerners or their barbaric ways. Besides, if you remember your history, you'll probably remember another young wolf who did not make good on a marriage betrothal. A mistake that led to his demise."</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was now listening. It seemed that the Baratheon girl was smart. This was good, but also she was naive, the Stark boy must have known about the rumours. Who gets into bed with a family rumoured to plot against your King and best friend? No the Lannisters were at an impasse. Vernan couldn't just announce a regency in place for his daughters child, and no one would ever accept Khailey as a lone Queen. A man needed to wed Khailey that could take the throne. Jakob was not the man, the Freys would never be accepted, and his only other contact with clout was the Tullys. But recently their status of Great House was limited to the Riverlands. It was strange to see the Baratheon girl so set on the North, and so Jakob decided on a plan. "Right, let's put aside marriage and deals and the like for now. Look at the facts 'IF' they were to go down like this. The Westerlands, Riverlands and Stormlands march on the capital. In response we are annihilated by a superior force from everywhere else. The bulwark of these troops coming from regions ruled by one large family. The Starks, Tyrells and Targaryens are not going to break. But if we can bring in the Martells. We will out number, and that will be our chance. The Riverlands can hold the North at the Trident, a joint force of Lannisters and Martells will hold the Tyrells. That leaves us the Vale and Stormlands to take the capital, which holds the least number of men. Meaning very soon those men can aid in the destruction of the Tyrells. We will need the Martells for this too work. And I don't know what they want." Jakob sighed and rubbed his temples. "Look, if House Frey receives the Riverlands, if I can promise the Tullys they will receive the Vale, if I get a wife. Be it Baratheon or Lannister. I will support this, but only if we can bring in the Martells as well. I will discuss other boons once the war is over. There is no other way, unless you want to break up the ruling family. Which I highly doubt, we cannot offer any of them more than what they already have. And that still leaves the problem of the King, Vernan you cannot make yourself a regent, you are not head of House and there is no precedent to then hand over leadership since you will not be holding it for someone, rather the hope that a child is born. Either you take the throne, and be forced to fight your brother for the House, or you marry your daughter to someone, be it myself or another, and they take the throne. You have no other option."</s>
<\|description\|>Lord Jakob Frey Age: 27 Appearance: House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power. Family: Mother - Brielle 'Frey' Father - Unknown Brothers - OPEN Sisters - OPEN Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player. Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed. Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family. Title: Lord of the Crossing Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends. Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun. In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright. Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister. 2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted. Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden "Oh, come now. There's nothing to worry about." Gwayne began, waving his hand in a gesture of dismissal - the very picture of benevolence. "If you think Lord Stark would make a good Hand, then I support your decision wholeheartedly." Ah, children and their naïveté. It seemed to him like the King no idea idea what consequences his actions would have - which he had to admit, was not very reassuring. Two reckless, foolhardy seventeen year-olds ruling all of Westeros? That sounded like a recipe for disaster, and worst of all, Daeron was blind to the error of his ways. Still, there was no point in pressing the issue, not yet anyway. Taking in the sight before him, Gwayne held little doubt that the King had already ingested far too much wine - wine from the Reach. It hadn't been easy to secure this much Arbor Gold from the Redwynes, and the Lord of Highgarden was once again reminded of the fact that his efforts to win the King's favour were all for naught. "If you'll excuse me, your grace. I have to be taking my leave, but for now, I hope you enjoy the feast. The responsibilities of a King are not to be laughed at." Gwayne bowed his head in a gesture of respect, before turning to leave. Almost instantly, that cordial, pleasant facade of his fell - slipping into one of quiet resolution. The snub tonight was no small matter, and with the Stark boy as Hand, there was no telling what kind of trouble he'd get the Seven Kingdoms into. Daeron might've thought John a good choice, but it was clear to everyone that he lacked the experience and political cunning to truly succeed. Maybe, just maybe, such a sentiment would be enough to sow discord amongst the lords and ladies, and draw them to his side. Surely, no one wanted the events from two centuries ago to happen again? The realm had nearly been ripped in half by the War of the Five Kings - an event worsened tenfold by the foolish bravado of knights and warriors. With people like these in power, it seemed like history was doomed to repeat himself. For now, though, all Gwayne could do was see how things unfolded, and perhaps, entertain the propositions thrown his way.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen gave a sullen look before grinning slightly, "Your father would be proud, you know that? Puttin' friends and family first. As for me my Lord I'll follow you through the seven hells if you'd ask me". Cullen looked around and gave another rare smirk before adding, "For now though let's enjoy the night. For tomorrow you work as Hand begins" Cullen turned to the nearest serving girl and yelled, "You there! Is all you have this weak wine? Bring your strongest for my lord and I!" Vaz Varakko Listening in on the various conversations Vaz managed to hear a number of interesting topics of discussion. Topics he'd happily make use of tomorrow, as for now he wished to enjoy what little time he had here. There was a myriad of valuable items in the hall. Items that Vaz was sure these nobles would go crazy for if they realized they were gone, not that it bothered him anyway he'd already be out and on his way to the nearest buyer. Stepping through the crowd he managed to swipe quite a few things on his way to the door. "You'd think they'd keep a closer eye on these things..oh well too bad for them but fortunate for me", he smiled as he exited the Red Keep and strode on his way back to the tavern. Despite finding no employer he did manage to earn enough for a good meal and a few whores.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark The Next Morning Lord John Stark of Winterfell It had been a long night filled with drinking. John was currently draped across his bed, breathing rhythmically. A servant crept quietly into the room and roused the young lord, earning a curt nod and a thank you. John slowly got dressed, allowing the grogginess to creep away, waiting for the next early morning rousing. John had slept in the Tower of the Hand last night, as had most of his entourage. His mother was awaiting him in the dining room where a meal was awaiting him. Shiera was feasting by the window, looking up every now and again to watch him. He took a seat across from his mother, offering a smile. "John, your position as hand is both a blessing and a curse. The Tyrells won't like it. Many people won't. You're young, and they don't trust that. However you wield a lot of power now. I hope you'll use it wisely. I'll be off for Winterfell in a few hours. I know you'll do fine here," his mother said, smiling at him. John breathed in deeply before releasing his breath. "Mother, I'm worried that I won't be able to do this. Daeron is... he's..." John struggled to find the words. He knew them deep down, however he wasn't sure that he wanted to speak them. Finally he made a decision. "I'm worried Daeron won't be a good king," he said. His mother responded with pursed lips. She was thinking. Finally she spoke up. "Don't write Daeron's destiny before he has a chance to pick up the quill. You are the king's Hand. You make sure he doesn't turn the realm to ashes. I'm confident you can do that whether or not Daeron is a good king. John nodded as he stood, having finished his meal. He brushed himself off and Shiera padded over, ready to follow him around for the day. John thought about today's events. There would be a tournament later, a celebration of the coronation that would last for a few more days. John began to exit but turned to his mother before he did. "Please tell Cullen that I'm rousing the king and that he should meet me in Daeron's quarters should you see him. And please write when you get to Winterfell," he said. His mother smiled and nodded and he made his way towards Daeron's room. Lady Gemma Baraetheon Gemma had retired early the night before, not interested in waking up with a pounding headache that would follow her throughout the day. She prepared herself for the day, brushing her hair and dressing in one of her mother's old dresses. Gemma wished she would be allowed to participate in the tournament, however it was restricted to those of lowborn origin. While the crown had treated Baraetheons like shit for two centuries now, they were still of noble blood.Gemma began wandering the halls of the Red Keep, her blue dress flowing behind her as she looked for some entertainment until the tournament began.</s>	<\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob awoke with a disgusting taste in his mouth and a pain in his neck. Looking down he saw that he had shifted in his sleep and knocked his pillows off, leaving himself with a kink in his neck. Standing his naked frame tensed and then shivered, before he yawned and then scratched himself. Walking to the side he pulled forward a brass bowl of water and a towel. Saturating the towel he then rung it out before wiping himself down. He was entered into the tourney that day and so was in no mood to properly clean himself. Instead he washed away the sweat and grime from the night before and then dressed in some loose fitting white linen. Walking down for an early breakfast Jakob sat down in the designated table for the Riverlords, he was down before the others and had the best of the food at his fingertips. Crispy bacon, watered wine and warm bread was all like a salvation to his parched mouth, enjoying every mouthful; he was almost sad to see some of the other lords arrive. Most just gave him a nod, he had earned some respect with the meeting last night, now he needed to show he could lead them. Finally finishing his food he made his way out onto the field of the tourney. His tent had been set up a few nights ago by retainers he had sent earlier, and his gear was being brought in as he sat and went through the days events with his page. He had hoped to see some other houses before he fell asleep however he was sure he would get the chance today. And hell if he could win this tourney, well he had always loved winning.</s>
<\|description\|>Age House Family Skills Weaknesses Weapon Title Personality Bio Other</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers. In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity. As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion. "Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded. "We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne. "And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She giggled at his comment about his sigil and then opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Lord Tyrell appeared. She bowed to him and then said, "My name is Khailey Lannister, my lord. I am the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, whom I trust you have met before." She listened to the exchange between the two lords and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the jape that Lord Jakob made. She hoped that no one noticed, and she cursed herself for not showing more composure.</s> <\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden If Gwayne took any offence, he didn't show it in the slightest; instead, he let a small chuckle escape him as he pretended to be amused by Jakob's little joke. The Frey seemed awfully pleased with himself, but if he thought something so trivial would ward him off, he had another thing coming. Returning his smile, Gwayne formulated a reply - one that he hoped would make Jakob think twice about running his mouth off. "I assure you, my lord, the King makes all of his decisions independently. He simply knows who his friends are." Gwayne's golden-eyed stare never left Jakob for a moment - a simple technique he'd picked up over the years. A flickering gaze meant weakness or submission, and something like that wouldn't be comely of the High Marshal of the Reach. "And yet, the same can't be said for everyone. I've heard some… dreadful things about the affair in the Riverlands. It was your kin that the guards found in the Trident, wasn't it? …I can hardly believe it myself." His brow furrowed just so, lips pressed into a thin line, Gwayne appeared the very picture of tepid concern. In another life, he might've made a gifted mummer, but he was momentarily distracted from this little charade of sympathy when the Lannister girl introduced herself. "Ah, yes. Vernan's girl. Your father has spoken of you many a time, my lady - only good things, of course."</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move. "Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John nodded to the knight as he replied to John's question. John then answered politely that things were as good as ever in the North. But maybe not for long. Being Daeron's Hand could bring unwanted attention from other Houses John thought to himself. "Who do you expect to gain the title of Hand?" John asked Vernan. Maybe other Lords' thoughts could move Daeron in another direction.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident . Ser Vernan Lannister The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow. "Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John grimaced at what the Lannister said of his thoughts on who should be named the Hand. "I was worried that you would say that," he said. He knew that if Daeron offered him the position he would be forced to accept. It wasn't a job that you could say no to. John sighed as the chatter continued. He noticed the knight's daughter heading over. She had the famed locks of gold that Lannisters were known for and she was quite the beauty. John bowed as she approached. "My lady," he said, flashing a charming smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron had finished his walk and was now ready to begin the ceremony. He notified his guards and the others that would need to be present at the occasion. He waited outside the door of the throne room, a black cape fitted over a red tunic. He took a deep breath as he marched in, the Kingsguard at his side. He took his seat on the Iron Throne. It was a cold, uncomfortable thing but his face showed no sign of his feelings. The coronation was quick. Maester Arran conducted it and then placed the crown his father had worn atop his head. He smiled as he realized what came next. The Lords of Westeros swearing fealty to him. This would be quite fun. Daeron was handed a list of the Lords who would be bowing the knee to show their house's respect. He shouted out the first name on the list, "Gwayne Tyrell!"</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister She smiled at her father as she approached and then stood at his side. Then when she saw John Stark, her smiled changed from dutiful to something more real. "I don't believe that we have truly met before, Lord Stark, but I know who you are. The last time that I saw you, I was still a child, but now I am a woman grown. My name is Khailey Lannister, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you properly." Before long, the coronation started and Khailey fell silent as she watched in utter boredom as the ceremony went by. She didn't have patience for things like this, but she made sure to keep a smile on her pretty face the whole time just as her father wanted her to. She had to remind herself to keep her poise at all times because she never knew who might be watching her.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John smiled at Khailey. "And it seems you already know of me," he said after she introduced herself. Before they could continue their conversation, Daeron and the Kingsguard entered, and the room fell silent. Daeron was coronated and soon, the swearing of fealty began. "John Stark!" John's name rang through the hall and he marched dutifully up to the front of Daeron where he took a knee and bowed his head. When he stood again, he said in a powerful voice, "The North swears it's fealty to you, Daeron Targaryen, the one true king." The rest of the ceremony passed quickly and soon the sun was descending from it's perch in the sky. The lords and ladies had time to rest before the feast and so John was on his balcony, his hand stroking his direwolf, Shiera's, head. The wolf had been brought up with his luggage and was waiting patiently when he had returned from the ceremony. "Shiera, Daeron has yet to come speak with me. Maybe this means I won't be named Hand of the King after all," John hoped aloud, the winds bringing the scent of the sea to his nose.</s>	<\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden Before their conversation had a chance to go any further, a hush fell over the crowd. A little ways from where Gwayne stood, Daeron was escorted into the Great Hall by the Kingsguard, their polished, white armour casting quite a nasty glare. Still, Gwayne knew better than to just stand there, gawking, and he bid a quick farewell to Jakob and Khailey. In just a few moments after the coronation, the lords and ladies of Westeros would be required to bend the knee, swearing fealty to their new King - even if it was just a needless formality. So, it was with no small degree of relief that the coronation itself passed by quickly. The trip from Highgarden had taken quite a bit out of him, and Gwayne would prefer retiring to his quarters as quickly as possible before the feast. But alas, this swearing of loyalty to the King was something else entirely - its priority far outweighing any need for rest. And so, Gwayne stepped forwards when his name was called, approaching the Iron Throne and taking a knee. "House Tyrell's loyalty to the Crown never wavers, your grace. We swear our fealty to the One True King." The rest of the ceremony passed by in a blur, and Gwayne nearly lost count of how many times the phrase 'the One True King' had been repeated. Only a few others had really caught his attention, one of them being the young Lord Stark. It was clear for all to see that he and the King were close. Perhaps a little too close for comfort. If John were to become Hand of the King, well, that would prove quite the inconvenience for House Tyrell, wouldn't it? Northerners always had such silly ideals - of honour, of courage - the last thing they needed was another war.</s>
<\|description\|>Age House Family Skills Weaknesses Weapon Title Personality Bio Other</s> <\|message\|>Adrienne Nymeros Martell Princess Adrienne Martell There was a sudden force from behind her, forcing her a few steps forward to balance herself. The wine sloshed in her cup, some spilling to the floor before she had a chance to right it, and people jumped back to avoid getting wet. The moment of chaos was small and almost immediately a servant had appeared to clean the spill. Turning to see the cause of it all she was faced with a man she did not know, but that was hardly a surprise. She spied the figure of the Twins though, and then she remembered his face from him swearing fealty. "Do not worry, my lord, the hall is busy and, well I am quite short." She said with a gentle smile, her words carrying the lilt of the Dornish accent. "I am Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, a pleasure to meet you." The Freys had never been of a concern to the Martells, partly due to the distance but mostly because the Freys had seemed more concerned with each other.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John began making his way down to the feast, Shiera at his side. He had spoken to Daeron only a few minutes ago. John would be the Hand. As much as he tried to make himself seem unworthy, Daeron disagreed. And what Daeron wanted he received. John entered the feast, Shiera padding along silently, gaining looks from the nobility that was unaccustomed to the pets that Ned Stark and his children had popularized in the North. "My boy!" John heard the shout from across the room and glanced up to see his uncle, Lord Jon Umber making his way over. He grinned and hugged the man, smelling the wine waft off of his figure. They discussed the new king for a few minutes before his uncle brought up the appointment of a Hand. "All the gold in the Seven Kingdoms that it's you boy," he said, gaining a halfhearted laugh from the Stark. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma was enjoying the feast immensely. Her cup was always filled and the food was beyond amazement. She was pleasantly surprised by the spectacle the Targaryens had produced. But it wouldn't matter to her in the end. She wanted the downfall of the Targaryens, much like the Lannisters, or so she heard. She'd be happy to work with the lions though, if it meant her name went down in history as the woman who slew the king. She made her way over to where the Dornish princess and the Frey lord were speaking, silently joining the conversation. It was part of her job to make rounds ad let everyone know that she was still their friend. The Baraetheons weren't exactly the king's favorite house. Any allies were useful, especially when there was grumbling of war.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Khailey Lannister Khailey was a bit stunned by the way that Lord Jakob had reacted. She brushed a loose lock of hair out of her face as she watched him leave. She then turned and made her way to her room, shutting the door behind her and slipping out of her dress before putting on a nightgown and sitting on her bed. She thought about his words. She wasn't scared of the Targaryens. Her father had already told her that he meant to someday make certain that she was queen and that her son would sit upon the Iron Throne. Then she wouldn't have to worry about anything, especially not listening to the gossiping of lesser women. Ser Vernan Lannister He hated feasts like these, especially when he had so many other things on his mind. Sitting at a small table in the corner of the room, which the servants had brought out to him because his bad leg made it hard for him to stand for too long, his eyes scanned the crowd like a lion would scan a herd of antelope, looking for the weakest one to pick off. He didn't trust this rabble. How could he? Many of them were still loyal to the Targaryens or too scared to admit that they weren't. Sitting at the table with him was his most trusted friend and ally, Ser Lothor Clegane. The man was an imposing bull of a man with a short, well-trimmed beard, dark eyes, and not a single hair on his head. He sipped his wine slowly and stared at the cup when he wasn't. This wasn't a man who enjoyed simple comforts. He was a warrior, and knew next to nothing else. Ser Vernan leaned back in his chair and sighed, hoping that this farce would be over soon so that he may leave. He felt that they should just get it over with and confirm everyone's suspicions that the Stark boy would be the new hand. Why waste all of their times? While watching the crowd, he noticed the Lord of the Crossing speaking with the Dornish Princess. He had seen the man speaking to his daughter earlier and wondered where she had gone off to. She better not have gone back to her room.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob tried to give a warm smile to his new Dornish acquaintance however his eyes were still quite dry and so the appearance was of an obviously fake smile, when in reality it was genuine. Running his hands over his face, Jakob chuckled at her mention of her own height. At least this was a lady who didn't take herself too seriously, much like young Khailey, and it was a nice change from most of the ladies that came from the Riverlands. As she introduced herself Jakob made a slight bow and then stood upright again, holding his spine slightly straighter than before. A natural reaction to anyone of a Great House. Reaching too one side Jakob plucked a new cup of wine from a platter and offered it too Adrienne. "Well Adrienne Martell, daughter of Prince Olyvar, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing. I don't suppose we'll ever have properly spoken. Dorn is practically a different country to the Riverlands. I apologise for my discrepancy earlier, I am in quite the rush. The Twins very rarely boasts a guest list quite like this and so if I wish to network, one must do it now. For example with a Dornish princess. How goes Dorn?" Just then another woman arrived, for Jakob he couldn't believe his luck, but then his mind returned to business and he looked the newcomer for a sigil. He then spotted the Stag and knew it was one of the last Baratheons. Jakob was openly surprised that any remained as he knew how much the Targaryens had lost to Robert over 2 centuries ago. "Evening, my lady. I did not think the Baratheons would want to be here. However it is always a pleasure. If you do not mind, I was just asking my young friend here about Dorn. Perhaps after you may tell us of the Stormlands?" With these two new parties Jakob's mind was spinning with possibilities and plans. With the conversation looking to take a turn that he wanted Jakob leaned over and asked an orderly to find and bring Ser Vernan Lannister. This may quickly become a conversation he wanted to be part of.</s> <\|message\|>Khailey Lannister Ser Vernan Lannister An orderly had told him that Lord Jakob Frey had asked to speak with him. Vernan struggled to his feet and made his way over to the Lord of the Crossing with Ser Lothor Clegane at his side. Vernan did not like to be summoned like some squire. Lord Jakob was lucky that he wished to speak with the man, otherwise he would never have come. Ser Vernan was a knight and soldier first and foremost, he didn't much care for all of this political nonsense. But he wasn't incompetent either, and knew how important that it was. He approached Lord Jakob and the two women that were with him, the Dornish Princess and Lady Gemma, the latter he had met before. "You wished to speak with me," Ser Vernan said to the Frey with an even tone that betrayed nothing about his distrust for all three of those present.</s> <\|message\|>Adrienne Nymeros Martell Princess Adrienne Martell She accepted the wine with thanks, taking a small sip to show her appreciation. She didn't fail to notice how the smile didn't reach his eyes; she was aware not everyone smiled easy but she was also aware it could be hiding more. For her part she kept a small smile, it was a day for celebration after all, or at least it should be. No doubt some were cursing the new king in the shadows. Before she could reply another woman approached them, and Adrienne spied the stag. Baratheon, a house of former glory. "My Lady." She said in recognition of her presence before answering Jakob. "A man who does not take every opportunity he can would be a foolish one indeed; you are forgiven, Jakob Frey. And Dorne is as it always has been, hot and dry though fairer smelling than here. We do not get many visitors so far south, so yours is among the many new faces I have seen today." The arrival of the Baratheon girl hadn't pleased Adrienne but she was not as great of a threat, not here and now. But the arrival of the seasoned Lanniser knight unnerved her more. His presence was intimidating as it was and the tone of his words made his feelings clear. In Dorne she would walk among the vipers with no fear, but now she found herself surrounded by beasts. These were no friends of hers. "I ought to find my father, he could be worried." She said, with the same gentle smile. "It has been a pleasure." And with that she turned to leave.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron was enjoying the feast immensely. His face was red with laughter and wine, having drank his fill while talking with an attractive young women of high born blood. Suddenly he spied his mother striding over to him, a look of disgust was visible only to those who knew her well. As good as his mother was at politics, she hated parties of this sort. She clasped a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "It is time to announce your decision," before walking off. He cleared his throat and said his goodbyes before walking up to the front of the room were he notified a servant to get the attention of the party goers. A deep gong rang through the room, the servant having rang a large brass cymbal to get the attention of the lords and ladies. The room grew silent, the only noise the heavy breathing of drunken men. "And now for the highlight of the evening, the Announcement of the Hand. My father always told me that you should trust your Hand more than you trust yourself. Well the person that I have chosen is most certainly the most trustworthy person I have ever met by far. I'd like to present to you all, the new Hand of the King and the most loyal man I've ever met, John Stark!" Daeron shouted throughout the room. Many guests cheered and turned to John who gave them curt nods while his direwolf sat next to him proudly as if she knew what her master now was. With that Daeron stepped down and his guests went back to eating, drinking, and gabbing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon "I'd love to, but I must warn you, the Stormlands aren't nearly as interesting as Dorne," Gemma said in response to Ser Jakob's request for a description of her homeland. Soon however, the well known Ser Vernan had joined their group. She smiled and said, "Hello Ser Vernan. Enjoying the feast I expect?" Inside however she was bursting with joy. She had heard that the Lannisters were in search of a war and she was in search of a new king. This could be a perfect time to ally with the lions. It had been done before. Hopefully now however they refrained from fucking their siblings. That was a tradition best left to the Targaryens. Just then the king decided to announce the Hand of the King as John Stark. No surprise there. The two had been inseparable for many years. A shame however. She'd met the Stark boy a few times and he seemed like a pleasant boy, a good warrior even if he was slightly inexperienced. It would be a shame if he got caught on the wrong side of the war. When Gemma turned back to her group she noticed that the Dornish princess had left. No matter. Gemma thought that the Frey and Lannister were he best bets at striking a deal anyways.</s>	<\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden Despite the endless chattering of everyone around him, Gwayne's thoughts were occupied elsewhere. The food on his plate had barely been touched, and idle small-talk was the last thing on his mind. In just a few moments, the King would announce who his Hand would be - the second most important event after the coronation. Hand of the King might not've been the most glamorous job in the Seven Kingdoms, but no one could deny the power that it bestowed upon its holder. And King Daeron was already surrounded with Tyrells, the odds of him getting chosen were high, right? Aunt Olenna and Lyonel must've did their best to put in a good word for him. Surely the King could see the wisdom behind choosing a politician instead of a warrior for Hand? Still, even with such comforting thoughts, Gwayne couldn't help but feel a sense of dread well up in him as he watched that Stark boy stride past him, accompanied by that hulking direwolf of his. Starks... Don't they know to leave their pets outside? But he knew better than anyone than to underestimate these Northerners. They had been the ones along with the Baratheons and the Lannisters to overthrow the Targaryens in centuries past. The War of the Usurper was the bread and butter of historical scriptures, and Gwayne had to wonder - would Daeron really give the position of Hand to one with the blood of traitors running through his veins? As King Daeron took his place at the front of the banquet, Gwayne watched on eagerly. If he became Hand, the Tyrells and their bannermen would be set. But in just a few short words, all those years of careful planning came crashing down into a heap of nothing. The Stark boy was Hand? This was... this was preposterous! The whole of Westeros knew how much Gwayne coveted the position, and he'd been meticulous in presenting himself that way. But it seemed like the King, above all else, valued loyalty. And apparently, loyalty was enough to make up for the many shortcomings the Stark boy had. Still, it was all he could do to smile and clap for the new Hand of the King. To seize power, he simply had to bide his time, and perhaps, add a few drops of oil to the fire. No doubt the Stark would stumble right into the heart of some political scandal, sooner or later, and that was all he would need to convince Daeron that the boy was unworthy of his position. For now, though, he decided to approach the King, have a little tête-à-tête with him in the guise of a congratulatory comment. It was an easy enough affair to weave through the crowd of rowdy lords and ladies who'd had a touch too much wine, and Gwayne soon found himself at Daeron's table. Shooting a quick, questioning glance at the Queen Mother, the gesture was barely noticeable as Gwayne quickly returned his gaze to Daeron, a smile on his lips. "I didn't have a chance to congratulate you, cousin - I'm sure you'll make a great king."</s>
<\|description\|>Age House Family Skills Weaknesses Weapon Title Personality Bio Other</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John was nervously sipping his wine and stroking Shiera's head when he was approached by his vassal, Lord Cullen Sunderland. The man greeted him solmenly, his head bowed in respect. John's spirits were raised at the sight of a fellow northerner. Cullen had been a good friend of John's father and was currently a god friend to John, even one of his most trusted advisers. "It's alright Cullen. You didn't miss much except for the announcement of the new Hand. Also known as the man you're staring at," John said, sighing before taking a swig of wine from his cup. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros Daeron smiled as his cousin, Gwayne, came up to him and offered his congratulations. He and his cousin were close but the age difference between them always kept them distanced. Daeron had known that Gwayne wanted the position he had just rewarded to John but he felt more trust for the Stark than his cousin. "I hope there are no hard feelings about the announcement I just made. It was quite a difficult decision but at the end of the day, I know John better than I know anyone. I can trust him to help me run a kingdom," Daeron said, his face flushed with intoxication. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lady Gemma Baraetheon of the Stormlands Gemma wasn't entirely surprised at Vernan's response to her plan. It was no secret that the lions hated the wolves but she still thought he could put that aside for power. No matter. The Frey had presented a good plan. If they could get the Martells behind them then they may have a shot at winning this war. "Alright Frey. Find allies, then a king. Sounds good. With that I bid you farewell. People might begin to think we're conspiring over here," Gemma said, flashing the knight a smile before drifting away.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen's eyes widened as he looked up in surprise. For John to be named Hand of the King meant he'd have to stay in King's Landing. A place Cullen knew was not for his Lord. This place was home to liars, plotters, and cowards. This was no place for a northman much less the Lord of Winterfell. Things were changing and not the way Cullen had hoped. "Congratulations my Lord. I assume this means you will be staying in King's Landing?, he asked. A serving girl came near with cups of wine but Cullen waived her away, "Forgive my boldness my lord but this place is not kind to men like us, the powers that rule here could make The Red Wedding look like nothing. With you here in King's Landing who will take charge of Winterfell?". Cullen made sure not to speak so loudly so as not to attract the attention of unwanted listeners. His hope right now was that he'd be able to convince John to step down from Hand of the King. The North needed John more than these southerners, besides the king could choose another Hand. The boy was sure to have a long list of people waiting to kiss the king's ass.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark Lord John Stark of Winterfell John chewed his lip nervously. Of course, John had thought of these things. He knew Cullen would much rather him be at home where he was safe. "Cullen, I know you don't want me here. Frankly, I'm terrified. I grew up here and still, I don't think I can take on this nest of vipers. But Daeron is my friend. And he's dealing with a realm of vipers. So if I am truly a Stark, I will help Daeron in any way I can until he proves himself unworthy of that help. I will keep the position for a while longer. I can always resign if it proves too much. My mother will rule the North in my stead. However I was hoping Cullen, that you would stay here with me. My household guard can only protect me to a certain degree. I need someone with my best interests at heart, someone who I trust with my life. I need another set of eyes and ears. I'd hope that you'd be willing to do that for me," John said, looking over at his vassal.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob returned to his own people once the conspiring was done, the Riverlords seemed to have slowed the drinking to a stop and a few gave Jakob a quiet nod as he walked past. Finding a table Jakob sat down and invited Tristan Tully over. "I see you spread the word quickly my friend, did any refuse?" Tristan thought for a moment and then shook his head. "No Jakob, a few minor banners did but once the more powerful families agreed they soon came on board. But people want to know what's up. SOme think you mean to kill them for some strange reason. I am trying to dispel that rumour but the fact remains that people don't trust you. You must have big news for them to even consider hearing past your first words." Jakob nodded and grabbed himself another drink, he might as well enjoy himself now, before making a decision. "If they cannot wait neither shall we. My room upstairs is big enough for the more notable of lords to join me. I grow weary of this party any way. I shall retire and there the lords, including yourself may join me." Tristan's eyes went slitted and he stared Jakob over. "Fine Jakob but your men stay with the other guards, and your sword stays where we can all see it." Jakob nodded his acceptance quickly, damn fools, before standing and making his way to his room. It was a short walk and by the time he was at his room some of the other lords were already there. Opening the door he allowed each man in and they took a position around the edge of the room. Checking the room over for any serving boys or maids Jakob then decided to speak. "Riverlords, over two centuries ago we joined the North in it's fight for independence. A 'King in the North' they would cheer. Not a king from, or for, the Riverlands. For that reason we were punished, forced to live under the thumb of the Baelishes, who tax us and tariff us. Not a family from the Riverlands, but one from kings landing." Jakob's rhetoric had improved since his ascent to Lordship. "Does King's Landing know how the Riverlands is run? Have they ever stood knee deep in the Trident? Or watched their loved ones disappear to the water upon their deaths? No to all of these questions! And yet still the king believes that we should be ruled by this family. No longer. We have an...opportunity. An opportunity for a number of changes, the Lannisters desire the throne, and as far as we should care they can have it. The Riverlands hasn't prospered under the Targaryens, nor has the Vale. I have been in contact with the Lannisters, for our support in whatever may come. The Baelishes will be gone, a new Overlord of the Riverlands will be chosen, and the Vale will receive a New Lord-Protector." There was a few muted claps from the Lords however most stood in silence for a moment. Then Tristan spoke up. "Jakob, what you speak of is treason, and we cannot abide that. Last time we spoke of this was the War of Five Kings and that ended up with the Baelishes. If we fail this time what other misfortune will befall us? How can you make this worth our while?" Tristan was already falling out and the Riverlord were falling away with him. "Because we cannot change the Baelishes or their oppression without fighting it. The king is happy for it to remain and so is everybody else who follows him. But I cannot expect you to do this alone, the Stormlands and Westerlands will also fight with us. Alongside this, I wouldn't expect commitment until allies are certain. We also are looking to bring in the Tyrells." With that the mood changed, the Tyrells were a real force to be reckoned with and with their support people were now interested, they saw a chance. "My lord, if you can assure the Tyrells then the Riverlands and the Vale will fight with you. If not, then you definitely will not have the Vale. And the Riverlands will not fully support you without them, though we may follow the Tullys if they were to join." And with that the lords begun to file out. It seemed the conversation was over, it hadn't gone entirely as Jakob had wanted but there was an agreement in place. With that Jakob made ready for bed. He would stay awake for any more meetings however he was not going to return to the party.</s>	<\|message\|>Age Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden "Oh, come now. There's nothing to worry about." Gwayne began, waving his hand in a gesture of dismissal - the very picture of benevolence. "If you think Lord Stark would make a good Hand, then I support your decision wholeheartedly." Ah, children and their naïveté. It seemed to him like the King no idea idea what consequences his actions would have - which he had to admit, was not very reassuring. Two reckless, foolhardy seventeen year-olds ruling all of Westeros? That sounded like a recipe for disaster, and worst of all, Daeron was blind to the error of his ways. Still, there was no point in pressing the issue, not yet anyway. Taking in the sight before him, Gwayne held little doubt that the King had already ingested far too much wine - wine from the Reach. It hadn't been easy to secure this much Arbor Gold from the Redwynes, and the Lord of Highgarden was once again reminded of the fact that his efforts to win the King's favour were all for naught. "If you'll excuse me, your grace. I have to be taking my leave, but for now, I hope you enjoy the feast. The responsibilities of a King are not to be laughed at." Gwayne bowed his head in a gesture of respect, before turning to leave. Almost instantly, that cordial, pleasant facade of his fell - slipping into one of quiet resolution. The snub tonight was no small matter, and with the Stark boy as Hand, there was no telling what kind of trouble he'd get the Seven Kingdoms into. Daeron might've thought John a good choice, but it was clear to everyone that he lacked the experience and political cunning to truly succeed. Maybe, just maybe, such a sentiment would be enough to sow discord amongst the lords and ladies, and draw them to his side. Surely, no one wanted the events from two centuries ago to happen again? The realm had nearly been ripped in half by the War of the Five Kings - an event worsened tenfold by the foolish bravado of knights and warriors. With people like these in power, it seemed like history was doomed to repeat himself. For now, though, all Gwayne could do was see how things unfolded, and perhaps, entertain the propositions thrown his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Vaz Varakko Age: 27 House:Targaryn Family: * Izzo Varakko was Vaz's father and a direct descendant of one of the Dothraki warriors that came with Daenarys Targaryen across The Narrow Sea. Izzo wanted a child who would carry on the Dothraki culture in Westeros as his father had done with him. Izzo died when Vaz was 18. * Jaide Blackwood was Vaz's mother and before that was a simple farm girl. Izzo had been traveling across Westeros when he discovered Jaide's family farm. At first Jaide's parents did not approve of him due to his ethnic background but eventually learned to love him. She died during childbirth. Skills: Training in horseback riding, hand to hand combat, sword wielding, and stealth. Weaknesses: Vaz is not a schemer. He does not have these long thought conspiracies. He leaves those to his employers and mostly improvises as he goes along. This leaves him open to manipulation if he does not see it at first. Weapons: The Varakko Family Arakh Title: None Personality: Vaz doesn't care much for political scheming and intrigue. He'd much prefer to simply remove a problem when it presents itself or seek out a potential one. As a mercenary he isn't bound to any oaths, and hates it when an employer thinks they can treat him however they like because they hired him. The highest bidder wins...most of the time. Other times he declines for his own reasons whether it be personal or simply him not being in the mood. That covers his work eithic, as for who he really is it can be said that Vaz is very reserved. He is not one to boast or look for attention. He simply wants to do the job, get paid, and enjoy the rewards. Bio: The only son of Izzo and Jaide, Vaz did never felt his mother's love. He only felt the strength of his father's will. Izzo trained Vaz in the ways of his people almost constantly. The relationship between the two of them was not of Father and son, instead it was mentor and student. This lack of compassion formed a man without compassion. At age 18 with the death of his father, Vaz abandoned his family's home and began his life as a sellsword. He did not care for his family's legacy, it was just stories from a long time ago. He was focusing on the now and that meant making his fortune, bedding women, and enjoying what life had to offer for those who sought out its pleasures. Other: When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die Cullen Sunderland Age: 34 House: Stark Family: * Jorah Sunderland(father) was a descendant of Eric Sunderland, a soldier in service to Robb Stark. Serving throughout the entire war until the Red Wedding where he died. As for Jorah himself he was a respected soldier in Lord Brandon's army and despite not being a general or officer. His renown later earned him a position as one of Lord Brandon's generals and he served faithfully with honor. * Sofina Sunderland(mother), formerly Sofina Harroway, was a handmaiden to the late Lady Maege Stark. She fell in love with Jorah despite her parents disapproval and were married. Jorah passed away a few years after the death of their youngest child leaving Cullen to provide for the family. Sofina passed away recently. * Evit was the second oldest in the family but died shortly after Jorah as a result of one of Cullen's endeavors. * Sister: Open Skills: Extensive training with one-handed weapons and horseback riding Weaknesses: Cullen's temper is arguably his worst trait. He is easy to anger and often Weapons: Title: The Dread Wolf Personality: Cullen's past has shaped him into a cold man. He almost always has a scowl on his face and seems to be in a perpetual state of anger. Despite his brutish demeanor Cullen is more than a man who sees everything as a nail to be hammered down. The warrior does know when the utilize more subtle actions. However this does not mean that Cullen is one to betray his allies, in fact it is quite the opposite. Whatever deed is deemed too dirty, low, or dishonorable by his superiors Cullen will gladly perform out of undying loyalty. Bio: As firstborn of the Sunderland family Cullen was always meant to be the head of the house once his father had passed. The boy was trained from a young age in swordplay so that in the event of a war he'd survive. Cullen was not only meant to be the eventual head of the family but also his father's successor as a general in John Stark's army. However all the preparation did not soften the blow of Jorah's death. Cullen was overwrought with grief and it set him down the path that would shape him to be the man he is today. Cullen did not take up the position of general immediately after his father's death. Instead he roamed the north, hunting bandits and other plagues on society. He saw the atrocities these men would do to the innocent and it made him a cynical man. However instead of giving up hope and becoming a drunk Cullen was inspired to serve The Warden of the North to the best of his abilities. Not to remove injustice for he knew that was impossible, no he would serve in order to maintain order in this chaotic and brutal world. Other: When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen Sunderland Cullen gave a sullen look before grinning slightly, "Your father would be proud, you know that? Puttin' friends and family first. As for me my Lord I'll follow you through the seven hells if you'd ask me". Cullen looked around and gave another rare smirk before adding, "For now though let's enjoy the night. For tomorrow you work as Hand begins" Cullen turned to the nearest serving girl and yelled, "You there! Is all you have this weak wine? Bring your strongest for my lord and I!" Vaz Varakko Listening in on the various conversations Vaz managed to hear a number of interesting topics of discussion. Topics he'd happily make use of tomorrow, as for now he wished to enjoy what little time he had here. There was a myriad of valuable items in the hall. Items that Vaz was sure these nobles would go crazy for if they realized they were gone, not that it bothered him anyway he'd already be out and on his way to the nearest buyer. Stepping through the crowd he managed to swipe quite a few things on his way to the door. "You'd think they'd keep a closer eye on these things..oh well too bad for them but fortunate for me", he smiled as he exited the Red Keep and strode on his way back to the tavern. Despite finding no employer he did manage to earn enough for a good meal and a few whores.</s> <\|message\|>John Stark The Next Morning Lord John Stark of Winterfell It had been a long night filled with drinking. John was currently draped across his bed, breathing rhythmically. A servant crept quietly into the room and roused the young lord, earning a curt nod and a thank you. John slowly got dressed, allowing the grogginess to creep away, waiting for the next early morning rousing. John had slept in the Tower of the Hand last night, as had most of his entourage. His mother was awaiting him in the dining room where a meal was awaiting him. Shiera was feasting by the window, looking up every now and again to watch him. He took a seat across from his mother, offering a smile. "John, your position as hand is both a blessing and a curse. The Tyrells won't like it. Many people won't. You're young, and they don't trust that. However you wield a lot of power now. I hope you'll use it wisely. I'll be off for Winterfell in a few hours. I know you'll do fine here," his mother said, smiling at him. John breathed in deeply before releasing his breath. "Mother, I'm worried that I won't be able to do this. Daeron is... he's..." John struggled to find the words. He knew them deep down, however he wasn't sure that he wanted to speak them. Finally he made a decision. "I'm worried Daeron won't be a good king," he said. His mother responded with pursed lips. She was thinking. Finally she spoke up. "Don't write Daeron's destiny before he has a chance to pick up the quill. You are the king's Hand. You make sure he doesn't turn the realm to ashes. I'm confident you can do that whether or not Daeron is a good king. John nodded as he stood, having finished his meal. He brushed himself off and Shiera padded over, ready to follow him around for the day. John thought about today's events. There would be a tournament later, a celebration of the coronation that would last for a few more days. John began to exit but turned to his mother before he did. "Please tell Cullen that I'm rousing the king and that he should meet me in Daeron's quarters should you see him. And please write when you get to Winterfell," he said. His mother smiled and nodded and he made his way towards Daeron's room. Lady Gemma Baraetheon Gemma had retired early the night before, not interested in waking up with a pounding headache that would follow her throughout the day. She prepared herself for the day, brushing her hair and dressing in one of her mother's old dresses. Gemma wished she would be allowed to participate in the tournament, however it was restricted to those of lowborn origin. While the crown had treated Baraetheons like shit for two centuries now, they were still of noble blood.Gemma began wandering the halls of the Red Keep, her blue dress flowing behind her as she looked for some entertainment until the tournament began.</s> <\|message\|>Lord Jakob Frey Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing Jakob awoke with a disgusting taste in his mouth and a pain in his neck. Looking down he saw that he had shifted in his sleep and knocked his pillows off, leaving himself with a kink in his neck. Standing his naked frame tensed and then shivered, before he yawned and then scratched himself. Walking to the side he pulled forward a brass bowl of water and a towel. Saturating the towel he then rung it out before wiping himself down. He was entered into the tourney that day and so was in no mood to properly clean himself. Instead he washed away the sweat and grime from the night before and then dressed in some loose fitting white linen. Walking down for an early breakfast Jakob sat down in the designated table for the Riverlords, he was down before the others and had the best of the food at his fingertips. Crispy bacon, watered wine and warm bread was all like a salvation to his parched mouth, enjoying every mouthful; he was almost sad to see some of the other lords arrive. Most just gave him a nod, he had earned some respect with the meeting last night, now he needed to show he could lead them. Finally finishing his food he made his way out onto the field of the tourney. His tent had been set up a few nights ago by retainers he had sent earlier, and his gear was being brought in as he sat and went through the days events with his page. He had hoped to see some other houses before he fell asleep however he was sure he would get the chance today. And hell if he could win this tourney, well he had always loved winning.</s>	<\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Cullen had awoken with the sun and was assessing the security of the Red Keep. The guards at the main entrance were on edge as they should. They were the first line of denfense for the King. It was the inner patrols he had a problem with, the men looked lazy, relaxed, apparently they believed their posts to be unnecessary as they took their patrols as seriously as an afternoon stroll. This would have to change and fast. "Guards! What in seven hells do you think you are doing?!", Cullen barked at a couple of guards on patrol by the gardens. They stood up in attention with haste, anyone with the gall to speak to them in that manner had to be of importance. "W-We were just on patrol, sire", one of the guards replied with a nervous look about him as he stared straight forward not daring to make eye contact. "You mean to tell me that that white excuse for a patrol was your average day of duty? If the two of you had as much discipline as you had energy to gossip then all of King's Landing could be guarded by you two alone!" "Apologies, mi'lord we did not mean-" "Oh so you did not deliberately mean to ignore your duties, you were just too incompetent to stay on task!", it appeared to Cullen he'd have to train these two all over again. "Your spears should not lean on your shoulder, they either are straight up or tilted forward to quickly meet an opponent. Your shield can never be hanging by your side it must always be in front of you to reduce the time it takes to bring it up to defend. When patrolling the two of you must constantly be checking the edges of your vision, you will see a direct attack but it is the ones from behind and the sides that will mean your end if not careful...well? Get to it!" The guards quickly corrected their errors and waited for Cullen's approval, once they had it the two guards quickly headed off, hoping to put as much space between themselves and The Dread Wolf. "...southerners", Cullen remarked before a courier came forward with a message. "Sire, Lord Stark requires your presence. He awaits at the King's chamber" "I'll head there now", Cullen didn't waste time getting to the King's chamber. Once there he met John outside the door and nodded before saying, "You sent for me, my Lord?"</s>
<\|description\|>Theo Age 20 Appearance: House: Connington Family: Father: Ronald Connington (deceased) Mother: Bethany Ryswell (deceased) Older Brother: Ron Connington (deceased) Younger Brother: Jon Connington is a little bit of an opposite to Theo, he's a great fighter using a battle axe but is quite dumb. He's 16 years old. Younger sister: Brienne Connington is a shy girl at the age of 12 Skills: Theo enjoys sword play and archery and usually can hold his own in a sword fight but he isn't really special at these skills. Theo is naturally gifted on horseback, probably coming from his mother's side, especially when jousting is involved and as already won a tourney. He's smart but isn't really interested in anything too academic. Weaknesses: Theo's main weakness is that he can be lazy at times, often putting work off until it's vital to do. Sometimes he can be stubborn when believes he is right, taking a lot of persuading to change his mind. Weapon: Title: The Lord of Griffins Roost and The Young Griffin Personality: This is actually Theo's best quality, he can make a friend out of almost anyone and his bannermen and the smallfolk that are from his lands love him already. He is easy going, will be cool headed when it's hectic, amazing at reading situations, has a good sense of honour and it takes a lot for him to get angry. History: Since The War of the Five Kings ended, the Connington family have become the second biggest family in the Stormlands from Jon Connington being at the side of the young Aegon as he ascended the throne marrying Daenerys. 200 years later Theo Connington is now the Lord of the household after his older brother was executed for treason after paying an assassin to murder his own Father. Before this happened Joseph was fostered by Lord Benjamin Tarth of Evenfall Hall, who knighted Theo. There were also four other boys who were fostered on the island along with him were he became good friends with all of them, along with Lord Benjamin's son and bastard. Jamie Storm was Theo's closest friend and travelled back to Griffins Roost were he became the captain of the guard. Theo didn't want to become a Lord especially at the age of 19. He wanted to travel the world before he would of had to get married to a small Lords daughter and become a Lord of that house. He mainly wanted to travel to the north to see the wall and his mother's side of the family. Also he hoped he could try and get a direwolf pup from a family in the north. He doesn't really have time for that now, being too busy sorting everything out in his lands after his Father's assassination. Since he moved back to The Griffins Roost, Theo has been in love with a handmaiden around the same age as him who looks after his sister and they have been seeing each other, but he knows he'll need to find an actual wife soon who comes from nobility like himself. For the past year his men have started to call him The Young Griffin. Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die."</s> <\|message\|>Theo Lord Theo Connington, The Lord of Griffin's Roost As Theo walked into the dining hall, for breakfast, were all the Stormland Lords had gathered. He seemed to notice that the Lords had split into two groups, the first group followed the Baratheon's and the others followed the Conningtons. Since the War of the Five Kings ended the Baratheon's had started to loose influence over the Stormlands and the power slowly started to build up for Theo and his family. Theo took a look around and then sauntered over to the table where his brother and captain sat eating, he took a seat next to his brother and slapped him on the shoulder, "Ready for your first ever tourney today little brother." Jon looked up from the table with his mouth filled with all sorts of food barked, "Not even sweating, will be a piece of cake." Food flying out of his mouth and landing all over the table. "Gods Jon finish your food before you speak, I swear you have the manners of a pig." Jamie Storm, the bastard of Evenfall Hall told Jon shaking his head. Theo started to chuckle as people overheard the conversation and started to laugh among themselves at Jon. The boy's face went as red as his hair. Taking a big gulp of wine from a flagon next to him, washing down the food he quietly replied, "You don't have to announce it to the room." Shrinking into his seat. "And yes I'm ready, I think I'll do rather well to be honest, I only had five drinks last night so my heads not pounding as much as it could of." Theo sighed at him. "Yes you're the regular God of restraint Jon, how did you ever manage to drink so little?" He stared at his brother for a second as he carried on to eat and then continued, "And don't eat too much as well, you don't want to end up throwing up if you get hit in the belly today, you'll never get that smell out of your helmet." Jon trying to bargain with his brother said, "Just let me finish this loaf please." "Jon that's your third loaf!" Jamie looked at him in shock. "Alright come on Jon lets go or Jamie can drag you kicking and screaming but I don't think all of these beautiful woman here will find that very manly of you." Theo stood back up grabbing a glass of wine and walked to the end of the table. His brother and captain walking behind, knowing his brother would not start complaining. As he reached the end he announced to everyone in the room, "Lords and Ladies I'm off to get ready for the tourney now. We will all have a drink together tonight when the tourney as finished. Anyone who is competing today good luck and let the warrior bring you courage." He smiled and lifted his glass into the air then took a sip, everyone did the same, with a few shouting good luck. "I'll see you all tonight." After this he turned around and headed for the door to get ready.</s> <\|message\|>Gemma Baraetheon Lord John Stark of Winterfell John stood, grinning at Daeron. The king had been dressed in an appropriate manner for the tourney, though it had taken some time. He had to convince Daeron that he couldn't participate, a fact that the king loathed. "What's the fun in being king if I can't join a god damned tourney," the young dragon had said. John then told him that being king wasn't fun, and that he should just put on his clothes. With Daeron ready, John marched him out the door, towards the tourney which was to begin soon. "Thank you Cullen for watching that door he said. I'll be seeing you at the tourney," the young lord said to his faithful vassal. As he and the king strode through the courtyard and towards the grounds, John finally felt that he might have a shot at this Hand business. The two took their seats at the top of the bleachers. While Daeron commented on who would be competing today, John was paying more attention to who was here. His mother had always told him that every Stark before him had trusted to much and looked too little. He was determined not to do that. He looked out over the crowd, looking for anyone who he thought was suspicious. He failed to realize that the vipers in King's Landing were far harder to spot. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lady Gemma Baraetheon of Storm's End Gemma had finished her walk through the palace and was soon found by her handmaiden, Jeyne. "The tourney is about to begin m'lady," said the girl. Jeyne was young, 17 at most, and very pretty, a trait rarely found in those of lesser blood. Gemma had met Jeyne during the last civil war in the Stormlands, a silly dispute in which a group of mercenaries rallied some lesser lords and attempted to take power from her family. Gemma had been wounded in a battle and been carried to a nearby farm by her men. There, Jeyne and her family had restored her to full health. As a gesture of thanks, Gemma had taken the girl in. As Gemma and Jeyne walked with the crowd, Gemma's blue dress flowing behind her, Gemma thought about the events of last night. The Freys and the Lannisters both wanted the king gone. She wanted her house restored to it's former glory. They had a common enemy, yet they had no right to wage war. Finding enemies of the king would be hard, at least enemies with any power. But the Martells may yet to be persuaded. She and Jeyne took their seats as the tourney began to start.</s> <\|message\|>Vaz Varakko Vaz Varrako The smell of sex and wine perforated the air of Vaz's tavern room. He awoke from his much needed slumber after last night to find his voluptuous friends still there. The three lovely ladies lay still asleep on him and on another. The jewels from the party last night were very much worth it, despite the fact he spent more of the money on whores than on food. "Excuse me ladies but I need to be getting ready for work", said as he gestured for the girls to leave. They scurried out leaving Vaz to acquire his effects and head out the door. Today was the day of the tourney, and since he couldn't take part in the melee Vaz figured now was as good a time as any to finally reveal himself to his future employer. That night in the Great Hall he had been listening very closely to the multitude of conversations within. Nobles wanting to kiss the ass of the king, others pouting over the king's choice of The Hand, but the conversation that interested him most was a plan to usurp the throne. Indeed Vaz knew that this was an endeavor not taken up by any random enemy of the throne. This was held by those with much power and with great power comes vast sums of gold. Gold that they would use to enploy individuals with skills capable of making their dreams of the throne reality. Fortunately for them Vaz was that sort of man and for a price he would make their dreams a reality...or not and simply run with the gold when things went south but he'd wait and see first. Arriving at the tourney he waited and watched for the conspirators he heard from the night before. At first he could see no one, too many faces in the crowd but then he spotted her. The Baraetheon girl, the one who was talking who Vaz believed to be Jakob Frey. Oh yes she had no love for the King, not after what his house did to the Baraetheons. Practically turned them into another House Frey and now the Baraetheons are another shit house after how far they've come. T'was a reality of this dangerous game they played and in truth the only winners were the ones who becomes king and the killers they hired who survived long enough. Vaz took a seat beside her and prepared to give the little speech he'd been practicing on hos way here. "I never liked the tourney. Well not ones like these, they never include freeriders. I bet if I was in there I'd win come out on top without a single scratch on me. That is after all what I'm best at, fighting and coming out on top. And for a woman of your...conspiring interests I could be a great asset to you...for a price. Vaz Varrako: sellsword, bodyguard, assassin, spy, and drinking partner at your service", Vaz was quite proud of himself. He didn't mess up at any point during that. If the girl was smart she'd hire him. Anyone who knew this information about her was dangerous, especially if the king were to overhear it.</s>	<\|message\|>Theo Lord Theo Connington of Griffin's Roost Sun rays pierced through the gaps in the tent were Theo stood in the centre getting ready for the upcoming tourney. Jon and Jamie sat off to the side. Theo's armour was basically on with his squire, Richard Kellington a skinny boy of twelve who was given to Theo to foster when he first became Lord, tying up the last strap. It was full plate armour with the main colour being a dark red and the joints and the laces being white, the two colours of his family. The helmet in the shape of a griffin was lying dormant on the table next to his gauntlets. "When can I have armour that looks like yours and when can I have my own squire? I can't be bothered to wait for you to get ready before I can get ready." Jon complained letting out a sigh and shuffling impatiently on his seat. "Seven hells Jon what is wrong with you today, stop acting like a child. Richards more mature that you and your twelve years his senior. Besides you've not even been knighted yet, I'll make you squire for Jamie if you don't stop complaining, you're lucky you're even competing today." Jamie burst out laughing at Theo's response, just from the shocked look of Jon. Richard let out a little giggle. "Please don't make me a squire, I want to compete." Jon shouted to Theo close to getting on his knees and begging. "Then shut up." Theo replied, as he let out a little laugh shaking his head at his brother, looking like he was close to breaking down. He turned back around moving his body about, testing his armour to see if it was fitted properly and that nothing was loose. "Good job Richard. Anyway if you do well today, I might find a smith in King's Landing who would be willing to make you a new suit of armour." "Really?" Jon stood up shouting the question, his eyes wide open with joy and a massive smile on his face. "Yes." Theo said smiling at his brother. "Only if you do well… and only if you start acting chivalrous, you're representing our house. I don't want people getting the wrong opinion of us if you're acting like a spoiled brat. You understand?" Theo told his brother with a firm look on his face. "Yes I understand." Jon said, trying to act serious but not being able to contain his excitement kept letting out a little smile. "Good. Now get ready. I'm going for a walk and having a look at the grounds." Theo told everyone in the room as he headed for the exit. "Do you need me to come with you my Lord?" Jamie asked before he left. "No I'll be fine on my own, look after him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble." Theo pointing at Jon. He nodded his head at everyone then left the tent. When he walked outside he realized how warm the day had gotten. He looked around to see his horse tied up to the side, Theo walked over to the massive war horse and started to stroke his ear. "You okay fella. Ready for today?" The horse let out a little whinny as Theo continued to scratch him behind the ear. His coat was a light grey with the odd patches of white. Theo then gave one final scratch and left. The ground keepers were doing their final preparations as Theo arrived at the tourney grounds. He walked over to a plank fence and rested his arms on it and started to think of the day to come, it's going to be a long day.</s>
<\|description\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Age: 17 Power/ Limitations: Alchemy The ancient metaphysical science/mystical art of manipulating and altering matter by using natural energy. This act is known as "Transmutation" and its sequence is usually described as: 1. Comprehension - Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within. 2. Deconstruction - Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. 3. Reconstruction - Continuing the flow of energy so as to reform the material into a new shape. The proper application of this craft requires not only a full understanding of chemistry and ancient alchemical theory, but also a sort of natural talent towards recognizing and manipulating the physical objects with energy, which require uncommon levels of intelligence and aptitude. It is a science and as such is subject to certain laws and limitations, all of which fall under the concept of Equivalent Exchange: "In order to obtain or create something, something of equal value must be lost or destroyed." In standard practice, Equivalent Exchange is separated into two parts:  The Law of Conservation of Mass, which states that energy and matter can neither be created from nothing nor destroyed to the point of elemental nonexistence. In other words, to create an object weighing one kilogram, at least one kilogram of material is necessary and destroying an object weighing one kilogram would reduce it to a set of parts, the sum of which would weigh one kilogram.  The Law of Natural Providence, which states that an object or material made of a particular substance or element can only be transmuted into another object with the same basic makeup and properties of that initial material. In other words, an object or material made mostly of water can only be transmuted into another object with the attributes of water. In order to begin an alchemical transmutation, a symbol called aTransmutation Circle is necessary. A Transmutation Circle can either be drawn on the spot when a transmutation is necessary (in chalk, pencil, ink, paint, blood or even traced in dirt) or permanently etched or inscribed beforehand, but without it, transmutation is generally impossible. Personality: Fairly sweet and gentle Kaya is friendly and always willing to help out when someone, friend or stranger needs help. Sometimes her soft heart and generous, trusting, often naive nature can mean others can easily take advantage of her. It rarely seems to lower her mood though and she's rarely seen being sad or down. She dislikes conflict and rarely uses her powers unless the situation calls for it and never against someone in a fight, even sometimes in sacrifice of defending herself. History: Both of Kaya's parents were heroes back in the day, her Mother having the ability to communicate with and control plants, whilst her father was an exceptionally powerful alchemist. However during a seemingly simply mission there was an accident and her mother lost her leg when it was crushed by a building. She retired opened a small florist. Her father remains an active hero and travels a lot, so he isn't home often. Having moved to the quieter suburbs from the big city after the accident the family was able to settle down and have a child. Kaya herself has grown up in the house she currently lives in and discovered alchemy at a very young age. Her father was not around often, but all of his research, notes and books were and as soon as she was able to read on her own the girl began studying them and her mother did nothing but encourage the natural gift she possessed. As a child she found herself often picked on for being a book worm, always studying alchemy and was often picked on. It was through those events however that she met Bryant, so it was never something she complained about. As it stands now she has developed none of the plant based powers her mother has, but according to her father she may surpass his power soon. Appearance: Fairly short in height and very slim in size; Kaya has long, waist length dark caramel brown hair and powerful butterfly blue eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya rolled her eyes and pointed a finger at him threateningly. "You better be." She warned again. It was mostly an empty threat. If he did get hurt she'd probably be more worried about him than mad. She'd be mad later when he was recovering. To his credit, Bryant was a very capable fighter. Careful wasn't exactly the word she'd use to describe his fighting style, but he was good enough that he could get himself out of the trouble he often got himself into. It didn't mean she didn't worry about him though, a lot. Kaya was willing to bet he'd taken a good few years off her lie with the amount of worrying he'd caused her. It just sucked that power practical wasn't optional. Grace refused to use her powers for combative purposes, so whenever they pitted her against other students it always felt a little unfair; especially since she'd explained to the teacher numerous times she wasn't going to fight. She wondered if maybe he just saw that as a challenge though and was trying to push her to the point where she just snapped and used her powers. It wouldn't work. She was too level-headed for that kind of nonsense. "Come on then," Grace said as she checked her watch. "We may as well head over to power theory, lunch is about to end anyway."</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant groaned. Power theory was boring. Useful yes but boring. He didn't like it, he didn't want to go to it, he'd rather take a nap somewhere instead of attend it. He hated how the teacher droned on and on about the different powers in the world and how they worked... for the thousandth time! "Do I have to go?" He whined "That teacher is senile! He's really starting to piss me off! Can't I just ditch this lesson and go take a nap on the roof or something?" He knew the answer already but he was hoping against hope that Kaya would let him ditch this useless class and go take a nap or try something he had just thought up... lightning kunai! They looked like knives but when they hit something they would exlode into bursts of electricity... now he just needed to see if it worked.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya smiled and gave him a slight shrug. "If that's what you want to do." She told him, probably not something he'd expect from her but she figured it was their last year, if he really didn't want to go she really didn't want to be that whiney friend who made him. Kaya doubted she could make him go if he didn't want to anyway. Personally she didn't agree with it being a core subject anyway, since for people like Bryant it really wasn't useful. He was never going to learn how to use his powers by sitting in a classroom listening to a teacher lecture. Similarly to how her powers were mostly theoretical application. The practical part was really quite easy once you did all the theory work. Hence why she usually opted out of power practical. It wasn't hard, people were usually more than eager to get in the ring and she was easily overlooked. "Go have your nap." She said with a smile. "I'll see you in practical." The girl then turned and began making her way down the hall. Perhaps this wasn't the best start to the year for them. If anything she was just worried about how he'd go in the end of year exam. Theoretical assessment of his powers had never been Bryant's strong suit.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant spent the next hour away from school... and came back with a burn on his right arm. He had been practising something new and, while it did work, he needed to refine it quite a bit more before using it in an everyday manner. He knew that Kaya was going to kill him but he didn't care... he learned something new buy skipping school. Maybe he should try it during the power practical class? As he made his way down the halls while wrapping his arm in bandages he saw Kaya and froze. This was going to hurt more then anything. She was not pleasant when she was pissed off... and this was one of the things that would most definitely piss her off. He just hoped that she would be merciful to him for the injury he had... but he doubted it very much. She would most likely try and hit him several times before healing him... and then hitting him some more. "Heeeeyyyy Kaya..." He said nervously "I learned something new while I was gone... it hurt but I learned something."</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Not a lot of new content was covered in Power Theory today. Kaya didn't learn anything note worthy, so she figured it was fine that Bryant hadn't attended. As class finished up she made her way to the gym and sat up on the bleachers, watching as the other students spoke amongst themselves before she opened up her book and began reading over it casually. "Heeeeyyyy Kaya..." She looked up sharply, a frown already on her face before she even saw the source. She knew that tone too well. Bryant only ever used that tone when he'd done something stupid and gotten himself hurt. She stood up, snapping her book closed as she marched over to him, hitting him with the closed book on the shoulder. "I don't care what you learnt you big dolt!" She snapped as she placed the book down and took his arm, being a lot gentler with his arm. Leading the boy over to the bleachers she sat down and took out her marker. "I have half a mind to leave your arm like this." She muttered in an annoyed tone. "Nap my ass." She quickly drew a circle on the bench between them, filling it with intricate patterns before placing her hands on the circle, causing it to glow gently. Pulling away the girl let out a small breath before giving him a small smile. "You're lucky I know you're fighting today, I would have left your arm the way it was otherwise, teach you a lesson." She informed him as she wiped the mark away.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryants face showed his regret. He knew she would react like this but it still made him depressed to make her angry at him. He wanted to tell her how he felt but he could never get up the courage to do so. He either chickened out or he said something that he hadn't meant to and made her laugh. "I'm sorry Kaya." He said sadly "I was going to take a nap when inspiration hit me. I figured out something and had to try it out." That wouldn't help him whatsoever. If anything it would probably make her madder. He fully deserved to have her not heal his injury sinc ehe had done it to himself... he could have handled the pain and it wasn't debilitating so he could leave it till he got home later. If he hadn't have had a fight... wait? "I'm fighting in class today?" Bryant asked "Who am I fighting against? When is my match?" This was a good piece of news! Maybe he would get to fight those two bullies from earlier! That would make his day! He had several things he wanted to show off to everyone... and maybe he could show Kaya what he had hurt himself trying.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya looked up curiously as Bryant as he began asking her about his fight and she reached out and placed a head on his forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" She asked with a curious look. "Did you hurt your head or something when you were practicing? You told me that you were supposed to be sparring with Cody today… remember?" Sometimes he really worried her. One day all that electricity really was going to damage his brain or his body and no one was going to be around to help him. What would happen if one day it discharged in his heart? Kaya didn't want to think about what life would be like if anything serious ever happened to him. "Maybe you should sit out today-" She began before the door to the gym bust open and a very muscular man walked in, carrying a clipboard. "Alright!" He shouted, causing Kaya to flinch. "Mr Drew, your usual Power Practical teacher retired last year. I'm your new teacher, my name is Mr Steele. Now I've been told sparring was planned today… I'm not sure how this really works, do you guys have a roster or something?"</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Excited to have a chance at fighting Bryant stood up. "We usually just have whoever wants to fight spar in the ring." He explained "Sometimes he would select someone to spar if there were no volunteers or if only a few people had been volunteering for the past few days. He often times would randomly select two people to fight... sometimes he'd have pairs partner up for a spar." Mr. Steele nodded as he looked over the roster. "So are there any volunteers?" He asked "I know its the first day but surely somebody would be interested in a spar!" Bryant immidiately raised his hand at the same time as the boy who shoved Kaya into the locker earlier did. "Good! Then Bryant North and Cody Sero will spar in the ring." The 'Ring' wa sa large room that could shift into almost any terrain imaginable so as to give the students experience in any terrain they may encounter. Today it shifted into the ruins of a city. Rubble strewn across pockmarked streets, burtn out cars, some cars were on fire, smoke filled the air and half destroyed walls filled the area. Bryant shook his hands in preparatin as Cody stood across from him with an angry scowl on his face. "Your going to pay for earlier North." He growled as he got into a boxers stance. Bryant wasn't paying attentinon, instead he was examining a pile of shattered concrete nearby. "Hey! Are you listening to me!?" Cody shouted. "Huh you say something?" Bryant asked. With a shout of rage Cody punched forward sending a focused concussive blast towards him. Bryant quickly leapt out of the way and retaliated by sending a bolt of lightnig which was also dodged. Bryant then ran forward dodging several more concussive blasts before raising his left hand when he was ten feet away. "Electromagnetic Murder!" He shouted as he swung down. A wave of electricity went out but Cody was able to dodge it just barely. Cody then dashed in and managed to fire a blast right into Bryants stomcah sending him flying back several feet and into the roof of a burnt out car.</s>	<\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya sat back contently as Bryant leapt at the chance to fight Cody. It was a boy thing. She understood that. Well at least she understood it was something boys liked. She doubted she'd ever fully understand what they saw in it. Then again she'd also seen a lot of the girls take to it too. Then again Kaya had always been very mature for her age. Bryant… not so much. He probably wasn't immature, just the right amount for their ages really. He was a typical guy and she loved him ust the way she was. Blinking for a few moments Kaya realised what she'd just thought and blushed deeply, pulling her book up to her face until she heard the entire student body give out a big 'ooooh' and she looked up to see Bryant flying through the air and landing on a car, causing her to wince slightly. "Come on Bryant." She whispered softly to herself, never having been one to get up on her feet and shout out. Nor was she ever one to condone violence, she'd still rather see her friend win rather than the guy who bullied her. "Cody! Kick his butt!" She glanced over to see Ashley on her feet shouting, jumping and clapping. Kaya really hoped Bryant didn't mind she wasn't as openly supportive of him. Still, he knew her and her distaste for these physical combat classes and he never seemed to mind. At least she hoped so. Cody, at least, seemed to have improved a lot over the holidays. He had certainly never been this closely matched to Bryant before.</s>
<\|description\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Age: 17 Power/ Limitations: Alchemy The ancient metaphysical science/mystical art of manipulating and altering matter by using natural energy. This act is known as "Transmutation" and its sequence is usually described as: 1. Comprehension - Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within. 2. Deconstruction - Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state so as to be easily reshaped into a new form. 3. Reconstruction - Continuing the flow of energy so as to reform the material into a new shape. The proper application of this craft requires not only a full understanding of chemistry and ancient alchemical theory, but also a sort of natural talent towards recognizing and manipulating the physical objects with energy, which require uncommon levels of intelligence and aptitude. It is a science and as such is subject to certain laws and limitations, all of which fall under the concept of Equivalent Exchange: "In order to obtain or create something, something of equal value must be lost or destroyed." In standard practice, Equivalent Exchange is separated into two parts:  The Law of Conservation of Mass, which states that energy and matter can neither be created from nothing nor destroyed to the point of elemental nonexistence. In other words, to create an object weighing one kilogram, at least one kilogram of material is necessary and destroying an object weighing one kilogram would reduce it to a set of parts, the sum of which would weigh one kilogram.  The Law of Natural Providence, which states that an object or material made of a particular substance or element can only be transmuted into another object with the same basic makeup and properties of that initial material. In other words, an object or material made mostly of water can only be transmuted into another object with the attributes of water. In order to begin an alchemical transmutation, a symbol called aTransmutation Circle is necessary. A Transmutation Circle can either be drawn on the spot when a transmutation is necessary (in chalk, pencil, ink, paint, blood or even traced in dirt) or permanently etched or inscribed beforehand, but without it, transmutation is generally impossible. Personality: Fairly sweet and gentle Kaya is friendly and always willing to help out when someone, friend or stranger needs help. Sometimes her soft heart and generous, trusting, often naive nature can mean others can easily take advantage of her. It rarely seems to lower her mood though and she's rarely seen being sad or down. She dislikes conflict and rarely uses her powers unless the situation calls for it and never against someone in a fight, even sometimes in sacrifice of defending herself. History: Both of Kaya's parents were heroes back in the day, her Mother having the ability to communicate with and control plants, whilst her father was an exceptionally powerful alchemist. However during a seemingly simply mission there was an accident and her mother lost her leg when it was crushed by a building. She retired opened a small florist. Her father remains an active hero and travels a lot, so he isn't home often. Having moved to the quieter suburbs from the big city after the accident the family was able to settle down and have a child. Kaya herself has grown up in the house she currently lives in and discovered alchemy at a very young age. Her father was not around often, but all of his research, notes and books were and as soon as she was able to read on her own the girl began studying them and her mother did nothing but encourage the natural gift she possessed. As a child she found herself often picked on for being a book worm, always studying alchemy and was often picked on. It was through those events however that she met Bryant, so it was never something she complained about. As it stands now she has developed none of the plant based powers her mother has, but according to her father she may surpass his power soon. Appearance: Fairly short in height and very slim in size; Kaya has long, waist length dark caramel brown hair and powerful butterfly blue eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Although Kaya tried to ignore the match as much as possible, pretend she wasn't interested and that it was stupid. Which it was. However her concern for Bryant was overwhelming as she heard the boys yelling and she ended up clutching her book to her chest as she watched. There was an instant, a fraction of a moment when she saw a look of pain cross Bryant's face, as well as a look of pride cross Cody's and her eyes fell to where his hand was and saw the strain on Bryant's arm. She'd spent enough time putting him back together to know his arm had been broken. "Stop the match!" She shouted as she stood up, however the class was rather riled up at this point so her shouts were drowned out by the plethora of screaming. Moving she attempted to make her way to the teacher. "He's been hurt!" She insisted, looking back to the match. He didn't look like he was in a lot of pain, but that was the way he worked. He had a very high pain tolerance. Eventually he managed to subdue Cody and the match ended, Kaya quickly hurried off towards Bryant, looking at him worriedly before she turned to look at Cody with a glare. "You really hurt him!" She accused angrily. "You knew what you were doing and you intentionally ignored the rules anyway." Cody simply scoffed and bumped Kaya as he passed. "Calm down. We all know you can put him back together again." He said as he went off to Ashley. Kaya frowned slightly before she turned her attention to Bryant, taking hold of his arm gently. "He shouldn't have done that." She said softly as she led him away from the training room to a place where she could heal him. "And you! What was that?! What is this?!" The girl demanded as she indicated to the burn mark on his arm. "Seriously if I did half the stuff you did you'd die of worry." She informed him as she began preparing to heal him. Putting the bones back together was actually the simplest part. Burns were actually the hard part. If Kaya got hurt nearly as much as Bryant did he'd never let her do anything either. "Sit still or you're gonna end up with things in places you don't want." She warned, an empty threat really. But it certainly made things easier for her.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant pouted childishly but didnt move. He knew he shouldn't have tried the Gigawatt Blades without practicing it some more but he wanted to show off. He was quite proud that he had managed to somehow solidify lightning into a slicing blade... well more like a burning blade but it was the same thing... sort of. He had gotten hurt much worse when trying new techniques before. "I'm sorry Kaya." He said calmly with no hint of pain in his voice "But I wanted to finish him in a way that wouldn't out him in the infirmary for the rest of the day. I know he deserves to be put in the infirmary for what he did but I'm better then he is and didn't want to stoop to his level." Truth be told he wanted to hurt the punk... badly. But he knew that Kaya would just yell at him even more. So he didn't. He had several ways to finish that fight without injuring himself but they woul have seriously injured Cody. "Alright!" Mr. Steele shouted after giving Cody detention "I will now select the next pair of fighters!" After a few seconds of looking over the roster he nodded. "Kaya Grant and Ashley Zell!" He announced "Front and center!" Bryant narrowed his eyes. If Ashley hurt Kaya like Cody hurt him... he may do something that would get him suspended.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya sighed loudly and rested her head on his shoulder once she'd done as much as she could. "You worry me so much sometimes." Sometimes it seemed like Bryant had no concern for his own safety whatsoever. She knew he did, and that he was usually very careful when he practiced… at least she hoped he was. But he didn't seem to care at all when he got hurt. He'd probably make a great hero one day if that was what he decided to do with his life. And honestly she could very easily see him being a hero. "Kaya Grant and Ashley Zell!" He announced "Front and center!" "What?" Looking up sharply her eyes narrowed for a moment and she turned to Ashley, seeing Cody saying something to her before she stood up and walked over to Mr. Steele. "Excuse me sir… with all due respect I've opted out of sparring since my first day here. I don't believe in using my powers against other people." There were a few other choice reasons she didn't use her powers, such as considering using them in a format like this to be a waste of time but she didn't want to insult the teacher. He seemed to have really been enjoying that last match, maybe too much in her opinion. Mr Steele looked at her and seemed… confused possibly, by her words but Kaya held a firm look. However he merely smiled at her and slapped her on the back. It was probably meant to be gentle, it wasn't. "Nonsense Grant. Sparring is a great way to learn new techniques; the practice will keep you alive one day in the field." Kaya was about to protest once more, stating that she had no intention to become a hero like most people here however someone took her by her arm and began leading her towards the training room. "Come on now Kaya, you don't want to fail the class now do you? They may make you repeat." Ashley said as the pair of girls made their way into the training room. Kaya stood there, her arms folded over her chest as she glared at the other girl. "I'm not going to fight you Ashley." The other girl simply shrugged slightly as she began circling Kaya, like a shark getting ready to go in for the kill. "Fine by me. It'll be that much easier to mop the floor with you." Her movements were quick, a sudden, lighting fast lash and Kaya barely had time to move out of the way as small arrows of ice headed straight for her. It seems Cody wasn't the only one who had been practicing over the holidays.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant seriously hoped that Kaya would at least try and defend herself. He was sure that she would get hurt pretty badly if she didn't. He knew she hated using her powers in most situations and he had never seen her use her powers offensively and only a few times defensively. He wondered exactly what she could do if she used them in a fight but doubted he would see anything. He moved closer to the sparring grounds so he could get a better view of what could happen and watched with an intense look. He was worried for his friend. He didn't know exactly what he would do if she got hurt but he was fairly certain it would end poorly for him and Ashley. He would probably end up suspended or expelled and Ashley may end up in the hospital. He just needed to keep calm.</s> <\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant As Kaya continued to dodge and avoid Ashley's attacks she was beginning to become aware that she was going to have to do something. The match wasn't going to end until one of the parties was considered incapacitated and that didn't sound overly pleasant to her. She wasn't going to hurt Ashley, that went without saying. But she could think of plenty of ways to incapacitate her. She just needed a few seconds. All her Alchemy relied on her having some kind of alchemic circle drawn and activating it. However things like that took time. If they were rushed then there was a chance it could backfire on her. Ashley probably knew this; she wasn't giving her much time to do anything. Small ice particles continued to be fired at her and Kaya continued to dodge as best she could. A few passed far too close for her liking, grazing her arms, legs and face and leaving small red marks as blood pooled to the surface. Taking a risk she quickly made her mark in the ground at her feet, they were in some weird, rocky dirt terrain so she was easily able to draw things without the need of a marker. It was quick, Kaya having done it with her foot as she moved around. Hopefully Ashley hadn't even noticed it. Bryant would probably recognise this circle. It was one she used to heal him, a kind of variant to her usual alchemy that acted very differently to the normal stuff and could be used in very unique ways. Moving with a lot more intent now she quickly rushed at Ashley, which seemed to catch the girl off guard and the two moved to a more close range fight, Kaya only lingered love enough to make her marks before retreating, Ashley seeming to prefer to fire at her from a distance rather than give chase. Once back at her original location she quickly placed her hands on the first mark, causing a small explosion right beside Ashley, sending her sprawling to the ground. Taking a moment Kaya took out a pen and quickly drew something down on her hand. As the other girl began her composure Kaya placed her hands on the ground, which began glowing and sparking before the earth around Ashley began moving and changing, growing around her to encase her in a kind of hardened dirt cocoon where only her head was visible. Looking back as she was declared winner Kaya simply stood and left the arena. This was about as stupid and pointless as she had expected it to be.</s> <\|message\|>Bryant North Bryant was glad that Kaya hadn't been hurt. He was also quite impressed a t what she had done to her opponent. It was very cool how she had trapped the girl in earth like that. And she didn't even seem to be trying very hard. What could she do if she actually tried to figth back? He bet she could be amazing. As she came closer he wondered if he should congratualte her. He knew she thought this was a waste of time and energy but she had done well. She could get mad at him in either situation and he wasn't sure what he should do. Eventually he decided that it would be better to congratulate her he smiled. "Hey Kaya. Good job out there." He said calmly "I know you don't like doing this kind of thing but you did well. Your plan was great and you pulled it off wonderfully. She never saw it coming." He meant every word he said. She knewhe wasn't the type to flatter someone and was quite truthful about his opinions.</s>	<\|message\|>Kaya (Kai-ah) Grant Kaya looked to Bryant as he congratulated her and she blushed slightly before shrugging. "Thanks." She said, deciding to just accept the compliment rather than try to dismiss it. She had done a good job, as stupid as she thought the exercise was. "I had an unfair advantage though. Ashley had never seen me use my powers. I've had years of watching her fight to know how she was going to act." She also knew how Cody fought and Bryant too but she'd never offered to give him any advice. He fought off instinct and feel. A methodical approach would just mess him up. As they made their way back to the benches she paused besides the teacher who had just instructed the next pair to get ready. "If you make me do that again I'll be lodging an official complaint." Kaya warned before she moved to sit down, wiping off the pen from the back of her hand. She had been lucky. Too many things could have worked against her fighting Ashley. As much as she had a plan, a strategy and was able to roughly predict the other girls movements there were so many things that could have disrupted her plan. It was nice to hear Bryant say she'd done a good job though, it didn't happen often.</s>
<\|description\|>Evan Finn Evan Finn "You might want to re-think that." Titles: Apprentice Scribe Social rank: Knight-born (technically a peasant I would guess) Job or societal position: courtly Scribe Age:20 Gender: Male Appearance: When Evan was younger, he was relentlessly bullied by his peers for having rather sharp, rodent like features, particularly with his pointed nose and smallish eyes. Most often, he would be called "Ratface" or some similarly charming appellation. To his pleasure, these features would grow less pronounced as he grew older, although not enough to shake the association with rodents. He has short unkempt hair, the color of which seemingly unable to decide between blond and light brown. His build is slight; taller than one might expect from initial descriptions. Personality: He is a fairly quiet young fellow, preferring to let others take the initiative in conversation and speaking only what he feels is necessary and only after some thought. He keeps to himself. Given how he grew up, he can be initially wary of people and holds a general disdain for physically imposing men. He'd rather avoid confrontations than try to get back at any aggressors, seeing as the amount of effort put into retaliating verbally or physically is simply not worth it. History: Simple enough, Evan is the only son of Sir Ilan Finn - a commoner turned guard turned captain of Winterhouse's guard, knighted for his distinguished service to Rikard Weade - and a maid in the keep's kitchen. When he was born, everybody expected Evan to take after his father, a stout man. But Ilan's child had been sickly, lighter than most babes when they were born. It would not be unexpected if Evan had died in infancy or even his childhood, with the harsh chill of the north. But he lived. His mother died of illness during a particularly harsh winter when Evan was barely 7. His father did his best to raise him alone, although admittedly Ilan could never bring himself to fully embrace what his weak son was. Although it was hardly Evan's fault, it was still a small shame for Ilan. His weak constitution as a boy ensured that he would never be a warrior, and rather than have him struggle with following his father's path Ilan had him placed under the care of the keep's Senior Scribe, Barnabas. Evan had no problems with the changes this brought about in his life. For one, it would mean the end of getting pushed around by the bigger boys and he would get to stay indoors. He came to greatly enjoy reading and learning. Under Barnabas' tutelage, he learned history, geography, politics, literature... In fact, his own level of education was almost on par with Rikard's children. He is set to take Barnabas' place, as the man was getting up there in the years, and his eyesight was starting to fail him. Given the nature of the Whiteland's masters, the position is somewhat superficial as the Weade preferred to take matters into their own hands, and that included letter writing, which would normally be a scribe's duty. As it was, Evan was mostly trained in record-keeping and occasionally preserving manuscripts and maps by copying them. Skills: Reading & writing, with a natural instinct for picking on subtleties and implications Dreams and fears: Once upon a time, Evan might have held dreams of becoming a knight known in all the lands for his prowess in combat and chivalrous nature. He has outgrown such desires for the most part. Now, he holds little ambition. As long as there is a warm fireplace, food at the table, and no prospect of violence, he is content. Thereby, no happiness would be gained by losing his comforts for any extended period of time. Favored equipment: Quill pens, ink and parchment. But most importantly, a sharp mind. Extra: Nothing to put here, really</s> <\|message\|>Joren Volkov Joren Volkov was a man fond of frowning, and often found himself frowning for one reason or another at any given time of the day. He grimaced in the mornings as he limped around his chambers, every step sending a jolt of pain through his leg -- the mornings were always the worst. By noon on even a bad day, Joren liked to think, he could outrun any other cripple in the Whitelands. In the mornings, though, he was invariably reduced to a slow shuffle on a good day or a cane on a bad one. As the years had passed, more bad days had started to come than good ones. He found himself frowning again by midday, drilling the paltry guard that had been left to garrison the castle since the late Duke had marched off. Mostly they were boys who had never left the village or fought someone with a body that wasn't made of straw, and Joren's frown would grow deeper as the men grew more tired. By the afternoon he would call off training and the guardsmen would go off to patrol -- or, increasingly, to drink in the village and chat with servants in the halls. Joren would continue frowning throughout the various council meetings and court sessions that he was able to attend, and that frown grew ever deeper on the day that the boy regent called the lords to him. It was a necessary formality, of course, but still one that might have been better off saved for when the new Duke, Joakim's brother Gregar, finally found the time to come back to his seat. A sixteen-year-old regent without a hair on his chin did little to inspire confidence in one's vassals. Regardless the day passed, and lords began to pour into the keep. Among those was an envoy of Joren's own family, some distant cousin or another, from whom Joren learned that his children were growing up well at home. He had often considered bringing them to the Wintershouse -- or perhaps even retiring from his position and going to them -- but the boy regent was in need of good guidance now if he ever would be, and so it was Joren's duty to stay. It was also his duty to keep one of his trademark frowns from becoming too apparent when Joakim had announced the army marching into the Whitelands, and Joren found himself even more taxed when the boy declared that he would be travelling to free a captured knight himself -- and that Joren would be accompanying him. It had been years since he had left the keep, to be completely honest, and he hadn't sat a horse in a good thirty years, with good reason. Regardless, he could hardly disobey, especially when Joakim had already managed to point out his leg and his horse issues in a single remark. And so Joren nodded in silence and resigned himself to a long trip on horseback to manage a garrison of unfamiliar soldiers who owed him no loyalty. With any luck the horse would fall to the right if it fell, and Lord Perris would not circle around to take the Wintershouse while everyone but the coin-counters and the drunken guardsmen were gone. After the meeting Joren met with his garrison, chose someone he was reasonably certain that he could trust to manage the guard, and then went off to see about finding a sturdy horse. One low to the ground, perhaps.</s> <\|message\|>Galen Gallatin Argos of Plios considered himself to be a religious man. He was, after all, a prominent priest of the church of the true faith and known throughout the Whitelands as a seer of good nature and true virtue. Still, in his many years at the helm of his various flocks Argos had come to find that religion and politics tended to mesh quite readily. He'd served as the personal advisor and spiritual councilor to a variety of nobles both high and low and found even more so now that he was getting on in age that his services were always in demand. Everyone wanted to know that their immortal soul would reach the afterlife, everyone wanted to know what their fortunes would be on earth. It was in this capacity as spiritual advisor that he'd been summoned to the capital of the Whitelands under mysterious orders. The note he'd received had contained a rather generous donation to the priest's sometimes affluent flock and promised there would be no shortage of work in that area in the near future. Furthermore the message had also contained some. . . suggestions as to the nature of his upcoming sermons. There really wasn't anything uncouth about changing the topic of his lectures and so, after some thought, Argos agreed. What would it hurt to preach a little fire and brimstone? In the few days since he'd gotten there the priest had spent his time worming his way into the courts and hearts of the various militaristic kinds. His reputation was not overwhelming but never-the-less his name was still recognized and many were willing to give a little coin to hear what words he had to say. In all cases he stuck to his previously set topic: the dangers of earthly authority, specifically authority which could be wielded by those who were incompetent or untrained in its use. Understandably this whole situation had instantly put him on the outs with the ducal court but really, that was just as well with Argos. His mysterious employer was continuing to send him bags of gold and so Argo was just as happy to continue flapping his lips. When Joakim and the ducal entourage prepared to depart that same employer made sure Argos had a writ of sanction by a higher religious authority to observe, report, and give council on the actions under-taken but the young liege-lord. It simply wouldn't do to have a proper young noble travel about without real religious overview? What would become of his morals? More than that if Joakim declined he risked the support of his barons by appearing a godless heathen. And so, as the journey began Argos kept yapping and Jaokim's just recently built-up position began eroding.</s>	<\|message\|>Evan Finn Tension hung heavily in air ever since word had reached them of Lord Rikard's death. It was also unlikely to dissipate soon, so mused Evan Finn, the informal Master Scribe. This was a most delicate time for the Whitelands, and especially for the young Weade Joakim. Already multiple parties were openly moving to take advantage of the current instability, The regent had reacted well enough, and Evan felt a small sense of admiration for the boy he himself was only a few winters senior. Joakim had acted quickly. Maybe not with as much surety as the Weade were known for, but it was sufficient for now. That didn't mean he was placing all his faith in the boy. Evan hoped Gregar arrived sooner rather later. It seemed as though they barely had time to mourn for Duke Rikard, although the formal ceremonies for that would probably arrive when the heir to the seat of Winterhouse, Gregar, returned. Evan had no news of his father, who had been among those accompanying Rikard. "The world stops for no one." Evan muttered to himself as he set about collecting the various relevant ledger books of the keep with the help of another apprentice scribe. Technically, he was still an apprentice himself. But dear old Barnabas had suffered some sort of fit and was currently bedridden. He had been in the towers when the first messenger crow arrived. It remained to be seen whether he would be well enough to continue his duties. "You say something, Finn?" called an older scribe from across the small room. "Nothing, Fletcher. Prepare the record books from last year in case the Marquis needs them. You'll be his errand boy when he arrives." Evan gathered the books in a small stack and bound a leather belt around all of them. He left the work to the other scribe. He had only seen the Marquis of Urik a few times in the past, and quite frankly, Evan didn't like the man. There was a saying about the Gallatins in the Whitelands - 'Everybody in the courts know what the Gallatins are thinking.' Even if Galen hadn't been born into that particular family, Evan didn't think his opinion would change. The man just irked him. Something in his countenance, the way he dressed... Winter's breath, he was no noble but as a northerner he felt no man should be that proud to dress that extravagantly! More and more it seemed to Evan that the northern breed was dying out with the way some of these nobles acted. As great apprehension he felt at thinking a man like Galen Gallatin was the one being put in charge of Wintershouse. it was not his place to speak out against it. After all, he was just a mere scribe. But somebody really should have. Setting aside his misgivings, he had a messenger sent to the marquis to inform his of his new position and had the servants told to call for him when he arrived. In the meantime, Evan had other work to do. He settled himself in the Master Scribe's study, and laid a thick, heavy tome on the main writing table. The book was rather simply titled, Historie of the Most Noble Weade Family. He set aside another table for his personal journal and gathered various other books and letters, another table for a lamp, before gathering his writing paraphernalia. The feel of the pen in his hand relaxed the scribe, and he spent a long while in contemplation before opening the tome to the latest blank page before carefully writing. 54th year of Passing, 21st of October -Scibe Evan Finn The land is strife with many ongoing conflicts waged in the name of His Royal Majesty King Etwine of Borhilon. The Ironhills, under the dominion of His Majesty and governed by Duke Perris of Harrighfield, saw conflict over the rights of ownership to a particular mine. Negotiations failed to hold, with the result that King Etwine issued an invitation to battle for the possession of the mines. His Grace, Duke Rikard Weade, Rikard the Just responded to the summons of his liege and brought with him twoscore of his own men, including his son and heir Gregar, joined by other nobles under his vassalage and their levies. Alas, Rikard fell in battle, leaving the Whitelands under the temporary rule of his thirdborn son, Joakim Weade. Rumors are abound in the land of Lord Perris' bullish use of power. Many suspect this conflict is merely a stepping stone to secure a greater hold over the land of Borhilon, darker rumors tell of ambitions for the throne. This is a turbulent time for the Weades, as Lord Perris makes a claim to Winterhouse's seat, affirming the idea of Lord Perris' hunger for more power. Lord Regent Joakim called a meet at the Winstershouse, whereupon various nobles swore their fealty to the heir apparent, Gregar. The following noblemen pledged their service and loyalty to the new Duke Weade... The room remained in silence, but for the flickering of the lamplight and the scratching sound of pen upon paper. Evan Finn went studiously about his task. History was unfolding.</s>
<\|description\|>Second East Common Tongue (as there's so many..) Ja'Kata JA-cath-TA - Hello, good day. Kla ul Kla-Yul - A firey spice similar to saffron Jhun'k'ai JeHUN-KI - The native name for the Second East Hassilia Ha-ss-Ill-E-ya - Mountain Beast</s> <\|message\|>Second East Rhoynar felt the putrid stench of charred flesh reach the nostrils of his memory, flexing against some of the oldest memories he could recall. Streets barricaded and cities closed to those infected with even a hint of the sickness that had spread like wildfire across the Second East and the land they stood in. His earliest memories of travelling in their slave cavalcade from one trading post to another, gathering hundreds of gold coins as they went, were haunted by the faces of those he hadn't even hoped to see. Skin stretched across bone, yellow and decaying. His memories showed him the sites of forlorn corpses, each with a thick yellow ooze pouring from their eyes and ears. The smell had been enough to choke on, thick and demanding in the back of the throat. There had once been a slave in their caravan caught with the plague, only to bring the death to all of those around them. Setting fire to thirty souls over one sign of the debilitating illness had been more than enough warning to a young knight and potential future house lord; the latter was now certain with death of his elder brother some years ago. His eyes moved from the lost village back to Illinfer. "How did it reach the mountains?" He asked sharply, somehow expecting his companion to have all the answers despite how unlikely that was. If the illness was still on the move within their home, it wouldn't be long until some trader brought it to Astipor. He dreaded to think of the consequences. Thousands of people and boats sailing between themselves and the trade hub Olas in the Second East. The Knight was protective of their home on the boarder. Most of its citizens were like him, barely any were native to the capital and its lands; most had sailed over at the thought of escaping the harsher life of the East. They were a sanctuary of an entirely different culture and in fifty years the city had changed entirely. Its size would have rivaled the capital now yet its architecture was changing. New buildings rose slowly, each a mile different from the older buildings within the city. It was a different world the further East you went. Rhoynar pushed his heels into the side of his mount and followed Illinfer along the road. They would have been a strange sight amongst the night of the countryside but time was of the essence and no doubt they'd stay in Astipor until he'd settled the bubbling paranoia he held in his stomach. It was an easy ride, despite its rural route. Forest paths, stone roads and muddy trails would lead them to the city, all at around a day's journey. If they kept up a relatively quick pace, they'd perhaps make it by mid-afternoon however no horse would deal with that journey distance without pause.</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith The warrior answered with a shrug before she darted off. Epona would manage a few hours but Ilinfer wasn't thinking of pushing her horse that hard. Sure enough she slowed her down after they had left the village far behind them and manoeuvred her horse to also slow down Rhoynars in the process. Riding directly next to each other, almost touching knees, Ilinfer smiled. "It's a terrible plague, but I think our healers will find a cure. They were close last time . . . This time they'll be motivated since they know of the consequences." The plague had been dismissed as illness of the poor and already sickly in the past. Until it had broken out in the entire country. It was then that the research had started for a cure. The guild had had a close watch on it's people. Many had died, also amongst the guild members. They had been cleansed in Ardebits fire so their souls could move on to another realm in peace. The northern woman inclined her head. "There is a forest up the road. Within is a clearing where we can make camp. It shouldn't be that far now. I suggest we let the horses rest there before we continue." The night had fallen upon the country, the sunset had been hidden by clouds, darkness falling suddenly until all that illuminated the world was the thin moon in the sky and the stars twinkling between the shadows of wispy clouds. Ilinfer thought back to when she had been at the clearing last. It had been on the journey home from a job well done in the south of the country. Her husband had been amongst the men escorting her back to the north. Back then they hadn't been married yet, but oh so in love! They had sat by the fire, drinking and singing, shyly holding hands amongst their comrades. Those had been merry days! A smile lingered on her lips as the memory of her early days as a warrior of the guild came back so lively as though it had been just yesterday. The sound of rustling leaves snapped her back to attention and made her turn her head in the direction it had come from. Her hand rested uopn her sword, muscles tensed in case of an ambush. Alongside the road there were low bushes and a tree every few miles. A lot had been cut down to make the main trade route leading from the north over Astipor and Eleusis to the south passable for big carriages. The road was mostly made of trampled earth and cobble stones around the cities. Here the hooves thuds were dampened by the dirt. A rabbit left the bush, darting in the low grass until it disappeared into the darkness. She relaxed her body a little, not letting her hand slip from her sword, though. Something had scared that rabbit from it's hiding and she was hoping it had been a fox . . . She gave Rhoynar a long hard look, a short nod and then jerked her head forward, indicating that they should continue with haste. It wouldn't be wise for bandits to attack them since they would easily be fought back. They should try to reach Astipor unharmed, however, since injuries would slow them down immensely.</s> <\|message\|>Second East The idea of the plague returning was a little too uncomfortable, yet Rhoynar forced himself onwards with haste. He had a duty and it was disappearing back towards his family. They didn't need the money he'd been offered. They needed to get out if what his friend had told him was true. They had an army but not one that was directly loyal to them. No man that bought his army from another man could say his troops were loyal. It troubled him.. Knowing that things weren't always going to be the same. He knew the ride ahead would give him plenty of time to think, not to mention the journey over the ocean. It wasn't a quick journey, but the salty air would give him the space to think. No matter what troubled him, the harsh and wild breeze of the sea had seemed to help. There had been a balcony in Astipor that looked directly out into the blue. He'd spent many a troubled evening losing himself in the breeze, as his father had too. It was quieter there, peaceful. Rhoynar was thankful when the clearly Illifer spoke about pulled closer. He needed the rest. They both did. His legs ached from the ride, thighs sore and tense. He dismounted and let his feet drop into the mud below, squishing instantly. Looking about he was thankful for the various spots of dry mud; at least they would have somewhere to sit. He turned his attention about, making note of what appeared to be an overused firepit made from stones, sticks, and shrubs from the surrounding foliage. It looked unused for some time, although he was no tracker. He could tell the difference between sand and a desert road but not on this country. It made feeling out of place a little worse. He gave a short sigh and continued to look about the clearing, waiting to see the tell-tale signs of life. Yet he saw nothing, no indication they would be suddenly joined. His attention turned as soon as his companion's did. One hand immediately dropped to his waist, gripping the hand of his sword with a tense grip. They didn't need a fight, no matter whether man or beast. He stepped carefully back towards his horse, his mind split between whatever was afoot and maintaining his balance in the wet mud. He reached the reigns of his horse and held them tightly, ready to mount as soon as he needed. His talent lied in mounted combat more than it did on foot, although with a sword the advantage was on the ground; pass him a spear however and his foe was a dead man. Brown eyes watched the hedgerow and waited, eyes darting between trees and into the darkness. He couldn't hear a thing to suggest humans were around. He turned his eyes to Illifer as she looked his way and silently agreed. Lifting one foot, he pulled himself into the saddle and pushed his horse forwards. He pulled his arm away from his body, fully revealing his sword. He wanted to be prepared, no matter what.</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith Ilinfer watched as Rhoynar mounted his horse and let his sword show. Then her eyes went back over the bushes. Someone was watching them. Just as she was about to charge forward to distract the potential enemy so that the knight could flee a whistle broke the silence of the dark night surrounding them. Two hands emerged from the bush. Ilinfer had her sword in her hand and her eyes trained on whoever had chosen to show themselves. "Let me deal with this." She said in a rather commanding tone, briefly looking to the knight before refocusing on the man that now stood in front of his former hiding place. The man was tall and had sunken cheeks, pale skin and even paler hair. He looked like someone who had experienced battles and had grown tired of them, giving himself up. Ilinfer squinted in the dark that was only illuminated by the stars and a thin sickle of moon. The man lifted his head and stretched out a hand towards her. He mumbled a few words and fire lit from his fingers, licking at his skin without burning him. Ilinfer had seen this power before. It was one of the few magic spells they taught warriors within the fire guild. She gasped in surprise as her eyes fell upon his face. She caught herself and breathed in deeply. Could it possibly be that she would meet her husbands best friend at the place they used to rest at so often? Now that the flickering flames illuminated the clearing the northern woman noticed that he was alone. It seemed rather odd for him to be alone and not with a smaller group or a companion. She also failed to see the guild pendant dangling on his chest. However she was wrapped in the sight, remembering the sad event when they had last met. It had been a funeral. She remembered the day as if it were yesterday: The cool last summer breeze dancing with her hair, a babe on her arm, softly sleeping, people in black, mourning, weeping. And the thick scent of rosemary and sage in the air, lulling them all in comfort as they said their farewell. It had been over a year ago. She'd heard that the man had lost himself and quit working as a warrior. The guilt had eaten him, she had been told, it had torn him apart. While these thoughts were crowding her mind she held her sword steady trained on the man whose hand was a living torch. Except for her surprised gasp she was her calm and assertive self. Her muscles were tense, ready to pounce if he should move. As a warning she spoke in a low and threatening voice: "Don't come any closer, Darren. I can't trust you right now." She wanted to say something soothing, something that would let him know she didn't blame him for what had happened - but now was not the time nor the place and she knew how dangerous a man could be when he thought he had nothing left to loose.</s>	<\|message\|>Second East Rhoynar held his sword tightly, regardless of Illinfer's previous comment. The blade was much longer than most, thinner too. It seemed to form a point much different to that of a normal blade. Swords like that existed beyond the Second East, used on the battlefields and on horseback. They were more inclined for throwing that cleaving like western blades. Rhoynar twisted his grip a little, more than ready to throw the thing if he needed to. It had always took Westerners off guard.. Throwing a blade instead of swinging it. Although, missing was a costly mistake and not one to make in combat with more than one opponent, not unless stealing another weapon was easy. The knight held his horse steady with one arm, glancing between the bush and his companion. The more time he spent with her, the more mysteries she seemed to carry. Here he was thinking she was easy to read and simple. Seeing two hands appear from the lingering shadows quickly made Rhoynar uncomfortable. The man looked armed and instantly set alarm bells off. It seemed far too much like an ambush... The woods and this time of day, it was prime real estate. The knight shifted his horse, altering his position to aid whatever the world wanted to throw at them. Today wasn't the day he was going to die. His attention turned back to the man when his palm sparked up like some sort of- it was clearly obvious the man knew magic. The situation made Rhoynar feel even more uneasy, like a sailor on a starless night. He turned his eyes to the man and pulled his mount alongside Illinfer's. Unless a bunch of others jumped from the shadows, two horseback riders should have been enough to sway any desires to attack the man had. Rhoynar kept his attention on the shadows, slowly becoming aware of their solitude. Moving his eyes back down, he pulled on the reins of his horse, giving way for the beast to slam its hooves on the ground before the man. It was clear the man's discomfort in their situation. He wasn't aware of the two's prior meeting until she spoke his name. Immediately Rhoynar turned back to Illinfer with an expression of confusion and misunderstanding. He pulled his horse's reins again and turned the beast to the side. "State your business." Rhoynar spat, joining in on the confusion and paranoia. "State your business." His voice rung out like a hammer hitting hot steel. The twang of his accent wasn't so clear anymore but it lingered in the air like their own distrust. The stranger seemed to be taking slow steps forward, despite Illinfer's blade. Rhoynar quickly lifting his own, holding it's tip beneath his chin. "Come any closer and I will slice the head of your neck." He spat, pressing the metal into the skin of the man before them both.</s>
<\|description\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith Age: 28 Race: Human Profession: Warrior Weapoms: Sword, Bow and arrow Special abilities: Circulus ignis praesidio (engl.: protective circle of fire) For those encircled and protected the flames are cold, for the enimies it sears the skin. It is about 7 inches high and can be drawn around up to three people. Aureola ignis (engl.: halo of fire) This spell strengthens Ilinfer so that she can strike faster and harder – being blessed by the goddess of fire Ardebit</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith Out in the hallway soft footfalls echoed from the stone walls, announcing the arrival of a third party. Weather scarred boots halted in front of the wooden door through which the muffled sound of two male voices could be heard. One of them seemed to be foreign to the capital, judging by the melody in his voice. Although the words spoken didn't carry beyond the room the voices could be identified. Surely one of them would be the lord Illyn Grey who had called upon the fire-guild for a fighter to protect his merchandise. The guild was known for accommodating blacksmiths, jewellers and warriors throughout the country. There were rumours about the latter possessing the ability to conjure fire – a gift granted to the bravest by the goddess Ardebit, patron of the guild. It wasn't uncommon for the higher folk to hire from the guild. For the special nature of this mission the community had chosen the former apprentice of the famous Shirtal. He had made a name for himself by battling alongside the king almost a decade ago. Now it was the turn of the next generation to prove their worth and loyalty. This particular warrior had ridden all the way from the village of Raki to the capital in half a day – the short notice preventing an earlier arrival. A knock sounded as the fighter rapped upon the door. The maid hurried to open it and beyond the wood a woman came into sight. She was a slender female with cool features yet warm steel coloured eyes. She was dressed in heavy boots that had seen better days, leather trousers and a leather vest that seemed to be covering a linen blouse. Her cape still hung from her shoulders it's hem dark as if it had been freed of mud just shortly. The other people in the room could get the impression that she had just sprang off her horse: Her cheeks were flushed and a curl of black hair tingled on her cheek. The woman entered the chamber and bowed deeply towards the men. In a clear voice that carried the vowel-emphasizing accent of the northern folk she spoke: "Ilinfer Blacksmith at your service, my lord. I was sent by Briavel, second of the council of Ardebit. He sends me on behalf of the fire-guild." After she had finished speaking she straightened her back and produced a scroll from under her cape. A attentive viewer could have noticed the sword, that hang from her belt and was visible for just a second as the folds of her cape shifted with her movement. Waiting for further instructions she stood there, scroll in her hands, eyes on the older man who was fairly dressed as she would expect a lord to be.</s> <\|message\|>Ser Rhoynar Daeron The old man lifted his cup to his lips, drinking the wine with a confidence that would unnerve some. His eyes stayed put on Rhoynar as the man admired the wealth of the room. The younger knight stopped on a object made a pure gold. It stood atop an old book, covered in writing he had not seen for decades. "It's-" The old man started before his 'friend' continued. "The hand of Elia." Ser Illyn watched him more cautiously as the foreigner edged closer to the artifact, a look of concern visible in his eyes. "I saw drawings of it as a child, once in Meerai." The City of Dreams. "The City of Thieves, yes. I hadn't expected your family to venture over across the desert." Ser Illyn commented. The man held his head high, eyes staring down the black haired knight. "My father took us when he traveled to buy an army." Rhoynar smiled and turned his eyes back to the Lord before him. "He used that army to take the keep at Astipor." "And what a glorious battle that was." "I don't need your approval, my lord. I'm here because you asked me to be. No one knows that desert like my people. You can't expect a soul to cross it without a guide." Rhoynar span at the sound of the door opening once again. The two men waited for only the briefest moment before the face of a young women fell before them both. Rhoynar extended the courtesy and bowed in return, unlike the man behind him. Ser Illyn remained completely stationary, two blue eyes scaling the girl from head to toe. She would do. It wasn't at all as he was expecting but it would have to do. He didn't have time to wait. He waved the girl inside and waved his maid out. The young girl darted out the door as if her life depended on it. "You're here for one reason. You were both told one thousand deniers for the safe return of what I want. If one of you dies, the other does not get their half." His eyes moved to Rhoynar as if judging his family's potential roots. The man would deny this, of course, his family was noble- now. "You will both go to Niska, beyond the Second East and bring back this." The man pulled open a book older than himself and turned the pages to face them. "This crown is worth more than this kingdom and both of your lives. I suspect six months will be enough. I will pay for your ship across the ocean. One hundred deniers should be enough." He produced a small leather pouch and placed it on the table. The coins inside bounced against each other, producing the jingle that all men felt compelled by.</s> <\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith The cold gestures and arrogant eyes of the old man upon her face made her clench her teeth together to prevent herself from barking at him. Except for the brief twitch in her jaw nothing showed from her inner brawl. With a nod she acknowledged the knight who turned out to be her companion for the next six months. The words of the lord sounded very harsh and Ilinfer had to think of the reputation of the guild. She truly didn't understand why this horrible person had to be so harsh. Whatever, the world was harsh, so why shouldn't the people be. The warrior listened carefully as he explained their objective. The pouch hit the tables surface with the typical jingle. Somehow it sounded like screams to Ilinfer. Conscious of what still had to be done she unrolled the scroll in her hands, offering the contract to the lord. It was custom to sign a contract with the guild, just to insure that the person fulfilling the mission would get their money in the end. Of course the lord would know this, had he surely called upon the guild before. The woman then retreated, turned to the knight with a nod and a fleeting smile. Then she took up position next to the door, crossing her arms across her chest and waiting until they would finally embark. She was itching for a fight. Mayhap she would start a small brawl in the next tavern after indulging in some beer or warm mead. With any luck she would be singing and dancing drunk with the crew of some ship . . . that was, if they allowed women on board. Sailors were very peculiar in that way. Hopefully the knight would just take the money and they could be on their way and gone. The fighter didn't mingle well with nobles and didn't understand their world full of intrigues and power. With a sigh that almost didn't register she stroked a curl behind her ear, tucking it in with all the other stray strands of raven black. An earring glinted as it caught the light – a small ring placed at the top of her left ear. A glance would suffice to recognize it as black steel.</s> <\|message\|>Second East Rhoynar glanced over the pages of the book, its bindings weak and it's pages frayed. The entire item produced a think and dusty smell, one that would give any man reason to cough. The Nymerian smiled and picked up the small bag, tossing up in front of him. He bowed his head in the slightest and turned on his heels after the women he'd be sharing the road with. "Six months, Daeron. Six months." Ser Illyn commented. His voice stern and tall, matching his height and stature. In the mind's of the King's council members, he was a threat. The Greys were rich, powerful and to be feared. They were a striking family, each tall and thin, with eyes as blue as a crisp winter morning. It was a family trait they all seemed to share. It wasn't uncommon to share a feature with the rest of the family. The King and his brothers all seemed thickly set and broad shouldered, unlike the Wurms of the West with their thick red hair. The council in the castle feared war. In each of the holds across the Kingdom, the rumour of the Grey army seemed all too true. Yet in the East, things were calm. The people of Nymeria were as calm and as relaxed as they always had been in their holds made from thick stone the colour of the sun. Each made with bricks that glowed against the landscape. Rhoynar wrapped the gold pouch to his belt and walked towards the door. He passed a faint smile to the girl and continued onwards as if they had all the time in the world. The old man shut the door behind them both, closing the secrets of the Grey house off from the rest of the world once more. With a brisk pace, the man set off out into a world that didn't care for politics or lords. Outside in the streets the people cared for homes, food and love. Not the games those inside would play. Of course they were a fantasy for all, but nothing more than simply that. Rhoynar stayed silent whilst they were travelling away from Lord Illyn's room. He didn't need a spy watching him across the Second East. Once he set foot into the gardens that bathed the front of the grand castle, he managed a word or two. "By the looks of things, you could use a rest." He smiled, turning to look at her. "We've a long road ahead of us and I can guarantee the summer will get worse the further East we go."</s>	<\|message\|>Ilinfer Blacksmith The knight took the pouch and passed by her with the slightest smile upon his lips. She followed him. A knight and a warrior. A noble and a commoner. This promised to get interesting. Ilinfer followed the man through the hallways draped with carpets, paintings and statues. All the wealth on display could have easily fed the whole capital throughout an entire winter. The blacksmiths daughter couldn't understand the complex world of the higher society. Then again, she didn't have to. It helped her feed her family - she didn't need any other reason for accepting work. The noble was silent the entire time. He just strode on, closely followed by Ilinfer who chose not to start a conversation. Sure enough they reached the gardens and the man found his voice again. The warrior liked the sound of the foreign accent. She had to smile at his words. "We should leave as soon as possible. I don't need rest." And she would really like to know what gave him the impression. The colour had faded from her cheeks, leaving her skin fair. She had ridden farer in a day than today. "There should be ships leaving for the east soon. I should go to the harbour and inquire about our passage." Was he smiling at her? The fighters brow twitched while she commanded it to stay put as she didn't want to cock a brow at a knight - let alone one she would be spending the next six months with. She stepped up beside him. "I am sure we can depart soon?" Her eyes were fixed on a rose as she spoke so quietly only the person next to her could have heard. It was as if she were talking more to herself than to him. She crossed her arms again, revealing the hilt of her sword as the cape parted. The mild air danced through the garden in a slight breeze. Summer hadn't really arrived yet but soon would be. Flowers bloomed in carefully groomed beds and pots, thickening the air with their sweet scents. It was a small Paradise I midst of the city surrounding the thick walls that sheltered the keep.</s>