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3,000	65	37	2,129	3,308	Himika was preparing to start something new when Laurent suddenly burst into the room. Jumping nearly out of her skin at the sound, her head flew to the door and she stared with wide eyes at the girl as she walked into the room. The two didn't say anything for a long moment as Laurent looked around the place as if she were just seeing it clean for the first time. Her eyes went to the commission wall and her eyebrows raised, surprised at the number of them. Eventually she walked over to Himika and placed a hand on her shoulder, though still she said nothing. Looking up at the other girl for a long moment, her eyes started to fill with tears. "I... I just..." "I already know what you're doing. It's not like you to hide away when everyone else is happy and having a good time. Don't blame yourself for this. It's not your fault and you know it." she said, her hand squeezing Himika's shoulder briefly. "But-" "Ah ah, no buts. I'm not asking you to forget or not be sad about it. I'm telling] you to accept it. We can't afford to stop and lose our wits now, got it?" she was told. Blinking and wiping away her tears, Himika nodded and smiled after a moment. It was classic Laurent to comfort her without getting to mushy about things or making her feel awkward. Placing her hand atop Laurent's, Himika found her voice. "Well, did you need anything?" "Yes actually. I... we, need you. There's a meeting going on. Get your things ready and get there as soon as possible." she said, removing her hand and walking towards the door. After a few quick swipes, she sent the location via PM. Lowering her head, Himika looked around the room. "I think I would be of a lot more use here rather than up there." she said honestly, at the moment she was doubting herself. Doubting if she was even needed on the front lines. Laurent just shrugged. "Maybe." she said, turning back to the door and leaving. Sighing and lowering her hammer, Himika hugged herself and started to walk around the room. The essence of her friend was still here and she was comforted and saddened by it. Opening her menu, she would change out of her smithing equipment and into her fighting equipment. Adjusting the armor slightly, she walked to the door and left, heading up and out of the guild hall, slipping past anyone who may have wanted to speak to her. When she was outside and away from others, she opened her menu, looked at the meeting location and used a teleport crystal to get there. When she appeared in the meeting room, she saw the Guild Leader and nodded to him, along with some other people she knew as she walked forward towards the others. Her left hand rested on the hilt of her sword, and her shoes made the lightest tapping sound on the floor. She noticed everyone was suddenly looking at her, growing silent at her entrance and turned as red as her hair. "S-s-sorry I'm late! I hope I didn't interrupt." she said, half running to stand by Mez and trying to resist the urge to slink behind him out of sight.	Name: Sara Torres In game name: Nadie Age: 18 Gender: Female Brief history: It could be said that Sara pretty much grew up by herself. In her earlier life, this was a more literal in that she rarely formed friendships with other children at schools, and was often left alone at home with her sister while her parents worked. Growing up without any true primary groups has had a significant effect on Sara’s development and ability to connect with other people and groups. Throughout her teenage years, her social life improved and she gained friends, but inside she still had troubles understanding and feeling accepted in friend groups. She often used video games and books as a form of escapism, and the NerveGear was no different. It later proved to be much, much different when she and many other players found themselves stuck in a new game: Sword Art Online. Brief Personality: For a majority of her life, Sara has always been the weird girl who was left by herself. Having to deal with isolation for as much as she had, her emotional and social growth is somewhat stunted. She believes she is the only person she can truly rely on, and trusting others does not come easy to her. While she has made strides recently in learning how to socialize and act around others, she is still introverted and quiet by habit and struggles with coming out of her shell, both mentally and in the form of a mask she wears in-game to hide her face. Under the former, she’s still pretty strange, but in a kind of charming way. For the most part, she’s polite and cordial, but with a hot temper, as well as incredibly intelligent, making her capable of learning and analyzing complex subjects and situations very quickly. Unfortunately, sometimes her intelligence and lack of understanding how other people feel can cause her to be condescending to others who do not understand things the way she does. Overall, even though it can be hidden under a measure of self doubt, Sara is an ambitious young woman, and passionate about the things that matter most to her. Appearance: Armor : Cloth armor, including a hooded cloak and a mask that hides her face. Weapon of Choice: Broken Sword Skill set: One-Handed Straight Sword, Light Metal Equipment, Parry, Unique Skill: Fade: A passive skill that significantly reduces Nadie’s presence in the game, in the form of aggro. However, this effect not only applies to NPC’s/monsters, but even to other players, making her almost unnoticeable. The skill does not make her actually invisible, only making her less likely to draw attention. While it is entirely possible for her to be seen by other players, to her benefit, most players often do not. While imperfect, the skill is especially effective, and with Nadie’s silence, she can become practically nonexistent and traverse most environments completely unseen. Approach: Nadie combines the stealthiness of Fade with rushdown fighting and shock tactics drawn from her own aggressive personality.
3,001	65	38	784	1,231	Laurent Laurent kept her focus on that new and very formal looking new guild. She noticed that the other guild leaders were being taken into another room in the back, leaving all the solo players and guild members in a meeting with all of the second in commands leading the field boss meeting. This left Neon colossus in an awkward position, having members late didn't matter as they still weren't the last to show up. "I uh, Pterro. I think that woman over there is calling for you." She gestured to a woman holding a door open that Asuna for some reason didn't go into. A man broke from this new guild and went into the room, Heathcliff. The other guild leaders followed suit, including Pterrophos. "Ok, let's uh... Maya, could you lead us in? It's kinda your job and stuff to make us look all scary and stuff for these meetings. Everyone walk in two lines side by side? Maya take center front, Mez and Kharn take the first row, then the rest of us just, I dunno stand behind them and glare like Maya. The bitchier the better!" She said shoving Maya and Pterrophos foreword. The guild lined up nicely, but Laurent was too busy trying to look bitchy (which wasn't normal for her, normally she just had her resting bitch face to do that for her.) to notice her guild members bitchy faces. The crowd sort of parted due to Maya's presence and obviously superior bitch face being able to part a crowd of high level warriors. They took their seats and Laurent looked at the empty leader seat that most guilds had a second in command occupying. "We uh, we need someone to sit there and I don't know fighting as well as you guys..." She looked to the others anxiously. She was nervous that her guild was going to be the center of unwanted attention. "So uh, someone needs to sit there. NOT IT!" She shouted. And waited until the rest caught on and said it too. Mez was the last to say it. "MEZ! HA! Go represent us!" She said trying to shove the obviously stronger Mez to the forefront of the meeting room. Pterrophos "Uh, yeah listen to Laurent, I apparently have an important meeting!" He said wrapping his arms around Mez and Kharn's shoulders. "Maya these boys don't look near pretty enough. I thought I told you to do that ahahahaha!" He chuckled before being shoved foreword by his loving secretary. He weaved his way to the stage in the middle of the meeting hall and into the back room where the woman (who in reality was a solo player he had never met before) was gesturing to. Inside he saw all of the guild leaders.. And Heathcliff, dressed in armor that matched the new guild that was lead by Asuna. "So uh, I'm assuming we need -" He was cut off by Heathcliff. "The Knights of the Blood will be taking the lead guild position now that the Army has given up the position." He spoke with such power and calmness. Of course nobody agreed with this decision, as everyone there also wanted that position and a guild that was JUST formed had no right to it in the first place. "I'm willing to duel anyone for the position. I'm sure we're all the best warriors in our guilds, correct? We'll represent ourselves!" He glared at Pterrophos who openly admitted to not being the best warrior in the guild. Everyone drew their weapons that they kept sheathed while Pterro stumbled through menus to get his Rapier out. Immediately, Heathcliff challenged the leader of the DID, the strongest contender to himself. He dispatched of her with relative ease, calling up the other leaders one by one taking them out leaving just Pterrophos. "Uh, hey man. You know how uh, strong and CUNNING I am right? I don't think this duel is absolutely necessary!" He let out, ready to lose but jokingly trying to get him to just quit. The duel request was sent quickly, mid sentence though and was mindlessly accepted. He flicked his rapier knocking Heathliff's sword away with relative ease, but his shield made it near impossible to hit his opponent. Eventually he must have slipped because he attempted a parry but seemed to have moved his rapier perfectly around the man's sword that cut his arm off, which proceeded to dissipate in front of him. It manage to do enough damage in one hit to sever the limb digitally. Pterro let out a yell and collapsed to his knees. It would be a bit, perhaps five minutes until it would regenerate so he wasn't too worried but it hurt like a bitch. "Asshole... But yeah yeah, you win. What's our move Supreme glorious leader Kim Jong Heathcliff?" He chuckled, and Heathcliff chucked a bit as well before getting a bit more serious. "I'll leave that to our second in commands outside. They were left in charge to handle the meeting." With that said, a look of terror crossed Pterrophos' face. He had no second in command and couldn't imagine what was going to happen. Was someone stepping up? Was his guild going unrepresented? He tried to grab his face with his stump arm and just mimed the position awkwardly.	Hey Ex, can we make mini CS sheets for the NPC guild members? There's an awful lot of them! That's uh, that's the best idea ever, I'll make the sheets simple, gimme a sec Edit: Here it is! I'll put all of them in the main ooc post! Username: Real name: (optional) Age: (optional) Gender: Appearance: Relationships Notable facts: (what have they done that makes them special?)
3,002	65	39	1,949	2,861	With a crouch, she leapt up to grab both of Attania's arms by the wrist and pulled herself up with the sheer force of her abdominals, swinging her legs around the tree branch Attania sat on. Beneath her, missing her by a sneeze length, the hybrid mini-boss charged past and into the brush once more. Panting, She dislodged her legs, and then let go of Attania to drop to the ground. Her eyes were focused on the bushes that moved, keeping an eye on the boar's location. "Attania," She called his attention, once again materializing her blade into her hand. "Listen to me. What I want you to do is lure the boss into something. It's fast, not smart. I know it's dangerous but you'll be okay if you move on my command..." She looked at a sturdy looking tree. "There... go stand there... and dive to the side when he's coming at you. Once he's stunned, I'll attack it with a skill set."	Username: Virtri Real name: Rika Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships: Virtuoso = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Mez = Secret crush Notable facts: -Always a loyal and fierce combatant for the Guild -Known for her intensity and 'Tsundere' nature -Frequently hovers around Repageroy, a bit of a groupie for him --------------------------------------------------------------------- Username: Virtuoso Real name: Tetsu Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships Virtri = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Divinity = Friend Notable facts: -Self appointed 'Guild Mascot' -Audaciously funny, knows how to lift spirits of others when they're down -Her buster sword is pretty powerful and she wields it well despite the size -If there's a brawl you'll be sure to find her nearby cheering for the underdog or in it herself
3,003	65	40	1,194	861	Collab between Kalas & Experiment The woman, who had taken all of the leaders into the back room, shut the door tightly and walked back towards the middle of the hall, where a map was lain out on a table. There was a part of the map circled in red, labeled to be the location of the first field boss of floor 26. "Here, in this clearing, is what we think to be the location of the next field boss. We don't know what it is, since the scout teams that reported back to us haven't gotten very close." She turned to face Mez. "Aside from your guild, all scouts have reported back in. Your's, however, have not yet return. Where are they?" She asked in a condescending manner. Mez had barely reached the designated chair he'd been forced to occupy when the woman, who seemed to be the organizer of the meeting, addressed him with a question regarding Attania and Durdansa's whereabouts. They were two of the Guild's scouts that had yet to return from their run. A fact that troubled Mez, seeing as Durdansa was the Guild's most experienced scout. If she hadn't returned or tried to contact anyone, it likely meant that she was either in trouble or had discovered something important. Realising the position he'd been forced into, Mez had to make a quick decision and respond in a way that wouldn't shed Neon Colossus in a bad light. After all, not knowing where exactly your scouts were whilst trying to vie for the position of leading guild on the frontlines would do them no favors. He refused to answer her straight away, making a conscious effort to remove his over-sized greatsword from his back and driving it into the ground next to his, newly-given, chair in silence before seating himself upon it and making himself comfortable. Just because she'd organised the meeting, that didn't mean he answered to her. There were looks of confusion from some of the other Second-In-Commands but there were also looks of amusement, they knew exactly what Mez was doing; Sending a message to everyone else that Neon Colossus would not be walked over by anyone. "Our scouts..." He began. "...Have not returned due to a discovery they have made whilst on their scouting run." He lied. However, he managed to keep his face straight, staring directly at the Organizer as he spoke. The room stayed silent after he finished and the Organizer seemed to quickly mull over the information she'd been given. She didn't seem impressed with his answer and was about to ask another question before Mez cut her off. "Details of their discovery, however, are scarce at best. Communications have been dark for the past hour, indicating that they may have run into trouble. Rest assured, though, that our Head of Recon; Durdansa, is operating in the field and has more experience than almost any other scout on the frontlines." He let that information sink in. Mentioning Durdansa's name had been an excellent decision it seems, seeing as she'd provided solid information on the most recent Floor Boss that had saved countless lives. Mez smiled inwardly. 'So this is what is feels like, eh Pterro?' Laurent was proud of Mez for holding down the situation but now she tugged on his armor to try and grab his attention. The Organizer had shown the map to everyone and it had showed the place that Durdansa and Attania had been running around in for the past hour. A look of horror crept over her face. "Mez. MEZ!" She whispered, trying not to be loud. "Mez that spot on the map... that's where Durdansa and Attania have been for the past hour." But he was far too interested in the rest of the room. Suddenly, a wave of panic washed over her and she couldn't contain herself. Laurent stood up from her seat. "Mez, what do we do? Oh my god, that's where they are! In that circle on the map! They can't beat a field boss on their own! Oh God, where's Pterro...Oh no! MEZ DO SOMETHING!" She screamed, causing a scene. The Organizer whipped her head around as she turned back to look at Laurent after being interrupted by her outburst. She sneered before looking to towards Mez, who remained perfectly still. "Is there a problem, sir?" She began slowly walking over, hands on her hips. The rest of the room had gone quiet, some shocked at her sudden panic attack. As the Organizer neared, Laurent slowly shrunk back into her seat. The woman bent down to glare at Laurent, tears filled her eyes from the thought that another of her guild mates might die. "Or do we need to escort you outside? Hmm?" She said, treating Laurent as if she was a mere child. Mez was distracted from his thoughts by a sudden outburst from Laurent, Pterrophos' assistant. He turned in his seat to face her as the young girl's rising wails began to cause a scene. Acting quickly, Mez stood from his seat as the interrogatory Organizer set her gaze upon Laurent. His movement caught the immediate attention of the woman, causing her to take a step back. "I'd appreciate it if you left me to deal with my guild members, thank you." He said, crouching down in front of the Pterro's aide to calm her. "It'll be okay, Laurent, I promise. Durdansa knows what she's doing. She's been in stickier situations before." He placed his hands over her's as he spoke. His softened voice gently soothing her emotional outcry. Once he was sure the girl had been calmed, he stood just as quick as before and spun to face the Organizer. "Like I said earlier, our Head of Recon is still operating in the field. Her location has recently been revealed to be near that marked area on the map. I can assure you, if she has found anything, she will be taking the utmost professional measures to ensure the safety of our other scout and herself in order to eventually relay important information back to us." He paused, before directing his next sentence to the entire meeting. "So, we can either wait here, patiently, for more information? Or we can organize strike squads to surround the marked area until we can reestablish communications with Durdansa?" The doors in the back of the hall almost burst open and the guild leaders all walked out in a small crowd. Pterro waved his freshly-gained stump at his guild mates, ignoring the fact they were obviously in trouble for something. "Hey guys, what's been happening out here?" He asked. Laurent was just starting to calm down after Mez' kind words but seeing her leader without a hand brought more shock to her. She was frozen in place. No words processed in her mind, there was just too much going on for her and just stared into space. Pterro looked awkwardly at her. "Uh, Laurent? Mez? What's happening?"	Real Name: Rin Kanesaka Avatar Name: Mez Age: 20 Gender: Male Type: Swordsman Beta-Tester: Yes Personality: Mez is a staunch leader and devoted warrior. He fights for every good cause but holds no time for trivial matters. Although he may come across to others as extremely serious, he does have a softer side. Sharing a joke within a group or attempting to console close friends is generally proof of this. He is extremely courageous but doesn't allow his pride to get in the way when it comes to fighting. He knows when to retreat and when to press the attack. When it is time to rally together, Mez's voice can usually be heard above most of the others, leading a charge towards his enemies. Brief Real Life Background: In the real world, Rin is a hardcore gamer. His brother, Reivard, is one of the top MMO players in Japan and his parents own a successful Computer Electronics company; NTTF Gaming, that sells high-end computer peripherals and software. They also sponsor a number of eSport tournaments across the globe and were one of the top 5 distributors of the Nerve-Gear Headsets. Rin has never wanted for any game in his life, his whole school life was dedicated to business management and gaming, so that he may eventually take over the family business. In the meantime, however, Rin dedicated himself to surpassing his brother, who had already carved his career in the gaming industry and had outgrown the need to take on the company. With the advent of virtual technology, Rin was determined to outshine his older sibling and prove to his parents that, for once, he was the better gamer. But alas, Reivard never joined SAO. His career had taken an unexpected turn towards Hollywood, where he would star in an upcoming movie remake of the successful 1995 film, Hackers. Rin didn't yet know any of this news about his brother and dived into SAO with eagerness, ready to prove he was the best. Skills: - Two-Handed Greatsword - One-Handed Shortsword - Light Leather Equipment - Agility - Cooking Unique Skill Ghoul's Grin: This Unique Skill affects all weapons held by Mez. This skill allows him to instantly equip any weapon within his inventory immediately during battle, even mid-swing. He uses this predominantly in conjunction with his Greatsword; Judgement and his Shortsword; Retribution. Switching between these two weapons grants him a temporary boost for a maximum of 15 seconds during battle. (1 post) - Judgement to Retribution grants a 20% speed boost. - Retribution to Judgement grants a 20% strength boost. Equipment - Judgement - Retribution - Light Leather Armour (Shown in image above) Theme Two Steps From Hell - Atlas
3,004	65	41	2,129	3,308	Himika didn't bother trying to look 'bitchy' as some others suggested would be a good idea, though she wasn't sure if she had that expression in her repertoire. She stayed out of the way as the Guild Leaders moved off and went into a separate room, leaving the rest of them to talk about the next move the guilds were going to play. She only half tuned in to the meeting. Paying attention to what she needed to and zoning out at the parts that were less serious. Everyone seemed to be getting along despite some past differences. It was kind of admiriable that people would come together like this and try to solve the problem of this death game. Even Laurent's outburst and Mez's trying to calm her was the only moment of surprise that happened really. Himika wouldn't lie though, she was just as worried for her guild mates as Laurent was, and she felt for them. Sooner than expected, the Guild Leaders started to leave the room one by one. Many of them looking disappointed and mumbling about something she couldn't quite hear. When Pterro came out, her brown eyes widened when she saw the state of him, missing part of his arm. "What the hell?!" Himika said aloud, rushing over to him. Her face had turned red as people stared and raised their eyebrows at her, but she just ignore them. "Wha-what happened?" "Oh hoho, it's uh. It's nothing much. It'll respawn or whatever in a few minutes. Also we uh.. We're not the head guild guys. We dueled for it and we all know how that goes..." He moved his arm up to rub the back of his head and just kinda flung the stump around his neck and ear. "Heathcliff won, and kinda by a lot." "You dueled for position of Head Guild?" she said, sounding stunned. When she heard that Heathcliff had one, it was a bit less surprising."That is an unfair way to judge which guild would be best for the job and he knows it. Let me guess, it was his idea?" she said, crossing her arms angrily. Himika knew what game the bastard was playing. Pterro chuckled before switching into a sarcastic tone. 'No of course it was I who suggested it! The champion of Aincrad!" He attempted to unsheath his rapier but again, just waved his handless arm over it's handle. "And what could we say, that's how these things get handled in Aincrad. You fight and when you win you get your way."Her nails pressed into her palms as she squeezed her hands into fists. "I want to fight him." she said, more in a tone that was asking permission. She glared at the door of the room the bastard was still hiding behind and looked back to Pterro for an answer. Pterrophos looked to Himika and opened his mouth but a voice carried over his. "Then let us fight." It said. Heathcliff had walked out from the room and now stood behind Pterro, ready to fight. Himika glared at him, moving to stand between him and her Guild Leader, placing her left hand on her sword. "Did you really think we would all just sit by while you try to flaunt your power over the other guilds? Who in the hell says the Leader must be the strongest player in a guild? A proper leader takes their time and ensures the strength of his followers over his own, putting them first. Something you clearly didn't think about. The Lead Guild should be chosen by a fight? Fine. Then I'll fight you and claim that title for my guild!" she said, not intimidated by him in the slightest. Okay she was, but she wasn't going to show it in front of all these people who were staring at her. It was like she had a third eye or something. Had no one really stood up to him before? Seemed it was a rare sight and her speaking to him drew surprised gasps from the people in the room. Stepping past him, the man simply let out a 'Hmph' and followed behind her, a scowl on his face as he probably had no one speak to him like that before. When the two entered the large room, some others fell in to watch. Looking around the room, it didn't seem like a big space but it would do. Without saying much, Heathcliff opened his menu and sent her a Duel Request. Himika tapped a few buttons on her side, selecting 'Half Loss Mode' as the requirements. She noticed him getting his things ready for the fight right when she pushed confirm to start the countdown. More people started to peek in and move to line the walls around them, some muttering that Himika was stupid to take him on. A pout forming on her face, she dismissed them. They just don't know what I am capable of. she thought, ignoring the mumbles of disaprovement she was getting. Like hell she was going to let this guy step all over her Leader and her Guild. Drawing her Ebony Warblade, Himika took position, raising the sword up and pointing it towards Heathcliff who had his shield facing her, his sword pointed to the ground at his side. Widening her stance, she started a glare off with the man as the timer took forever to wind down. Finally at ten seconds, Heathcliff spoke. "Impressive sword... I admire your resolve to fight me even knowing you will lose. Should you impress me, I might be willing to invite you to my guild after this is over." "I respectfully decline." she said. As soon as the timer hit zero and the duel started Himika ran forward, moving at her top speed and coming at the man like a blur, using her Rage Spike skill to pull her forward towards him. Narrowing his eyes, Heathcliff easily blocked the move by bringing his shield forward and countering by swinging his sword towards her left side. Flipping her sword, she easily blocked it, though the force of it made her stumble and slide to the right. Jumping backwards quickly, she readied herself as he charged at her, bringing his shield up as he was about to ram her with it. Knowing that would only make her stronger, Himika allowed him to hit her, though playing it off like she was surprised he had charged her. As she was thrown backwards, she gritted her teeth, quickly rolling to the side and running forward again. She used her sword and slashed at him as fast as she could, surprised at the durability of his shield. Hopping backwards as he made a swing towards her, she began to use her pattern of attack and flee to keep him off of her. It was working, and three minutes into the match, the integrity of his shield had gone down by nearly half. She could tell as her blows to his shield had started taking effect on his HP. Still in the green, Himika grinned at him as he looked frustrated. He was no where near as fast as she was, really only enough to keep her from attacking from behind as well as keeping his shield up and protecting himself. Thinking of him like a boss, she wondered how she could manage to get past his incredible defenses. At the rate she was going, her sword would break before she got anywhere close to piercing his shield. Though the pattern of hit and run was working and keeping him on his toes, she wasn't strong enough to do any significant damage. The timer continued to tick as the two stared eachother down for a long moment. Her right hand clenching in a fist again, she would think of something. She had her speed as an advantage and she could use that to somehow get a hit into him. Running forward again the two erupted into a full on clash with swords. Himika sent a barrage of attacks at him, where as he was simply trying to block and get in a hit or two, which she denied by doing a backflip away from him. Hearing him growl in frustration and charge forward, Himika knelt as she landed on her feet, activating Rage Spike and keeping her body low until he brought a swing down over her head. "I've got you now!" she said, raising her left hand as it guided her forward towards his right arm. The sword was coming down over her, but she would be faster than his attack, her aim was to slice his arm clean off at the shoulder. She just needed a few more inches! Suddenly, time around her seemed to pause, and her eyes widened as it felt like her speed was sapped from her all in one moment. Her sword kept moving towards his arm at a slow motion, and from the corner of her eye, she saw his shield coming forward, raising up to protect the arm she was aimed at. What?! What is this!? she thought as his shield was moving faster than the rest of her. She was shocked as the shield was sucessfully placed between the tip of her sword and his arm, when suddenly time went back to normal and her attack was deflected off the thing, making her turn to the right and get her shoulder bumped painfully against the shield. Spinning around, her back rested on the shield for a moment as she narrowly dodged the swing from his sword. Bringing up her own as she completed the turn, she was facing his left side, shield still moved to protect his right arm, she lowered her sword as fast as she could, letting out a yell as she did, her sword coming down on the arm that held the shield and cutting it clean off at the elbow. Hearing him grunt in pain and twist around, she had no time to react or move away as he drove his sword forward and into her stomach. Gasping at the pain herself, she watched as both of their health bars fell into yellow, with hers going farther and landing into red. His had just barely made it to yellow and she sighed in relif as the duel was pronounced ended and with a Draw. Heathcliff ripped his sword free from her abdomen and she winced, moving forward and stumbling onto him with the motion. He held her steady, dropping his own sword and gripping her shoulder to keep her upright. Himika started shaking as she was relieved the duel had ended and he didn't accidently Crit her with the last move. When she was right on her feet, she stepped away from him and they both watched as his arm dissipated. "Well at least that was payback for what you did to Pterro." she said, panting heavily and slowly opening her menu, trying to find a health potion to take. Why was everything so hard to do in the red zone? "I hope you know this doesn't mean your guild will be at the lead here." Heathcliff stated, annoyance in his voice as he opened his menu and put away his sword and shield before getting his own potion. "You would have had to beat me for that." he said. Himika just glared at him, at least she had made her point. But what the hell was with that shield of his? "That's fine. Good game." she said, sighing as her anger faded. She shrugged and took the potion herself, watching with relif as he HP went back into the green. "Well if we're done here, lets get back to the problem at hand." Heathcliff said, nodding at her before reaching out. Himika took his hand and shook it before thinking, and that was the end of it. Himika dropped her head when he walked past her. Running a hand through her hair, she was dissapointed she couldn't have put her guild at the top. Again she started to critique her fighting, knowing she'd have to apologize to Pterro for screwing things up for them.	Name: Sara Torres In game name: Nadie Age: 18 Gender: Female Brief history: It could be said that Sara pretty much grew up by herself. In her earlier life, this was a more literal in that she rarely formed friendships with other children at schools, and was often left alone at home with her sister while her parents worked. Growing up without any true primary groups has had a significant effect on Sara’s development and ability to connect with other people and groups. Throughout her teenage years, her social life improved and she gained friends, but inside she still had troubles understanding and feeling accepted in friend groups. She often used video games and books as a form of escapism, and the NerveGear was no different. It later proved to be much, much different when she and many other players found themselves stuck in a new game: Sword Art Online. Brief Personality: For a majority of her life, Sara has always been the weird girl who was left by herself. Having to deal with isolation for as much as she had, her emotional and social growth is somewhat stunted. She believes she is the only person she can truly rely on, and trusting others does not come easy to her. While she has made strides recently in learning how to socialize and act around others, she is still introverted and quiet by habit and struggles with coming out of her shell, both mentally and in the form of a mask she wears in-game to hide her face. Under the former, she’s still pretty strange, but in a kind of charming way. For the most part, she’s polite and cordial, but with a hot temper, as well as incredibly intelligent, making her capable of learning and analyzing complex subjects and situations very quickly. Unfortunately, sometimes her intelligence and lack of understanding how other people feel can cause her to be condescending to others who do not understand things the way she does. Overall, even though it can be hidden under a measure of self doubt, Sara is an ambitious young woman, and passionate about the things that matter most to her. Appearance: Armor : Cloth armor, including a hooded cloak and a mask that hides her face. Weapon of Choice: Broken Sword Skill set: One-Handed Straight Sword, Light Metal Equipment, Parry, Unique Skill: Fade: A passive skill that significantly reduces Nadie’s presence in the game, in the form of aggro. However, this effect not only applies to NPC’s/monsters, but even to other players, making her almost unnoticeable. The skill does not make her actually invisible, only making her less likely to draw attention. While it is entirely possible for her to be seen by other players, to her benefit, most players often do not. While imperfect, the skill is especially effective, and with Nadie’s silence, she can become practically nonexistent and traverse most environments completely unseen. Approach: Nadie combines the stealthiness of Fade with rushdown fighting and shock tactics drawn from her own aggressive personality.
3,005	65	42	2,265	18,290	A man, quietly, in the shadows, leaned against a wall of a sort. As the others bickered and squabbled amonst themselves, he smirked as a few got cocky and challenged heathcliff to a duel, pfft, fools.. he thought to himself. During the last duel, a female, apparently dueling for what seemed like a leader of a guild, who lost the duel beforehand, showed of some very impressive skills. Her tactics seemed flawless, and he took note of how she let the shield hit her to use it to her advantage. After she took a blow, the match was ended in a draw. To him, this was unheard of. He was shocked to see that she was actually that close to beating him. Shortly after the said duel, he brought himself to get off the wall, and speak with this woman. " I'm rather surprised a pretty girl could keep on her toes with a man like heathcliff. I can respect that. Those were some pretty good moves, though. I've never seen anyone get that close." As he walked up to this young woman he also took note of her rather attractive appearance, and chuckled to himself. "I'm sure after leveling up a few more times, and honing your skills, you might actually be able to beat him. The name's Kuromi, but you can call me, Rome." He extends his arm for a handshake, as he awaits her reply.	Name: Kurama Nomitaru In game name: Kuromi Nickname: Rome Age:19 Gender: male Brief history: March 20th, 2004: At midnight, during a dark and heavy rain, at a local hospital in a village in Japan. Kurama Nomitaru the First was born. His family, the wealthiest of the town, but still lower middle class, had a decent home and two vehicles with which to get home and to work with, and they had a dog named Jenga, because he loved knocking things over. Jenga and Kurama were the best friends a man and dog could be, until around the age of 13, Jenga was hit by a man with a Yamaha superbike , when Jenga when to get its Frisbee that Kurama had accidentally thrown into the neighbor across the street's yard. They held a small funeral in the backyard for the dog, and Kuri blamed himself for the next few years for the death of his beloved friend.. Until, of course, someone new came along. In his fifteen year of existence, he met a young girl name Nara, with whom, he became best friends with, and two years later, lovers. At the age of eighteen, he enlisted in the military, and began basic training, much against his girlfriend Nara's request. He felt he needed to do something important in his life, so he joined the military. During his first and only tour, he was sent to the middle East to help train their troops against the ISIS forces. Unfortunately, on patrol one night, they were atacked, and his whole squad was murdered in front of his eyes. Shortly after that, his girlfriend passed away from cancer, that she had developed several weeks before and hadnt found out that he was even diagnosed until two weeks ago. Three weeks later, he was sent back to America, where he earned a few medals, and was given honorable discharge. Be returned home a day later, where his family gladly greeted him, and helped him through his painful memories of that fateful day. Three months later, be received a copy of SAO in the mail, one he much less didn't remember buying in the first place. As it turns out, his family wanted to give him a something to distract him from the thoughts of what happened, so his dad purchased a copy in his name for him. Brief Personality: warm, kind hearted soul, with a will to lead, but occasionally has flashbacks of his past experiences, which haunt him. Appearance: Armor : Mako Warlord: Weapon of Choice: Sword of Honor (Shortsword) Skill set: - Tactician: Allows him to expertly plan attacks on visible enemies with his current party. Group Effort: Increase each teammates attack and defense abilities by 5% Sunbeam: An ability that allows him to target an enemy and land one direct hit with heavy damage. Unique Skill: -Incredible Focus: Allows him to focus on on specific enemy, and land 5-8 consecutive blows (at his current level) on said enemy, dealing average damage for each direct hit. This will raise by one strike ever other time he levels up. Approach: Very much so depends on the enemy. He is a tactician, a well trained one at that. Theme Song: Defeated - Breaking Benjamin
3,006	65	43	2,045	703	Attania stared at Durdansa for a second or so before slowly dropping down from the tree branch, staring at her as he landed, nodding once more. "Got it," He stated, grinning for a slight second -- something out of character for him -- as he took off over to the spot Durdansa had pointed to, standing just right in front of a rather large tree, waiting for Durdansa's signal as he clutched his dagger with his right hand. He stared at Durdansa, and then slowly shifted his head over to the bush where the boar had run off into. He would be lying if he had said he wasn't nervous. If he didn't react fast enough to Durdansa's call, the boar would run into him. If Durdansa didn't react fast enough to the boar running out to kill him, Attania would die. If the boar just didn't even go for him, Durdansa might even die if she didn't react fast enough. Needless to say, the stakes were high.	Age: 17 Gender: Male Born in a small village in Japan, Taiki was raised by his aunt after his father had turned him away because of Taiki's mother having complications during his birth. For half of his life, he was raised in a rural village by both his aunt and uncle until at the age of nine, his father returned for him and brought him back to the city. There, Taiki was sent to a private academy to catch up on his education (since his aunt and uncle didn't exactly teach him a whole lot in the village except for farming) and to make friends his own age. Taiki, although a rather quiet boy, was able to find friends of his own. Friends who accepted him, friends who liked him, friends who wanted to be around him. Taiki cherished his friends, and would do various activities with them such as club sports. One day, after waiting in line with his friends at a store for days on end, Taiki rushed home to play a game, a game that he and his friends were excited for. A game known as Sword Art Online. Taiki is a quiet boy who is rather soft spoken. He isn't exactly a leader, but more or less a follower. He would often be with his friends and loved ones until the end of days rather than be alone. Taiki stands at around 5'8 and is rather slender. He has long, dark brown hair for a boy and has brown eyes. Once in the game, Taiki and his friends formed a party together and began to actually play the game, with each one of them choosing a weapon to their liking. Taiki himself chose a curved blade (a scimitar) to fight with until eventually, he unlocked the Katana skill. When the situation of being stuck in the game arose, Taiki's friends were quick to act to the situation that had just developed. The four of them -- Taiki included -- stuck together at nearly all times, and on more than one occasion, saved each other from near death situation such as when Taiki was nearly murdered in cold blood in an alleyway. The four had each others' back and wanted nothing more but to get out of the game and return to their normal lives -- although, they did confess that they preferred this over their lives. Of course, this small little group did not last for long. Over the course of the game, his friends began to die off. Whether it be due to small mistakes that led to their death or dying due to PKers, eventually, in a dungeon with others, after a rather large scale fight where Taiki's katana broke in the middle of the fight, Taiki's friend died after succumbing to his wounds. For the first time, Taiki was finally alone. Feeling guilty for his friend's death -- which was caused when Taiki's friend shielded Taiki from a monster's attack when Taiki's katana broke -- Taiki began to wander around in the game with his broken katana and a dagger that he had looted off of a mob. Armor: Leather armor with plate armor covering vital parts of his body. Weapon of Choice: Katana Current Equipment: Dagger, Broken Katana & Sheath, Leather & Plate Armor (Low Durability) Skill Set: Parry, Light Metal Equipment, Meditation Unique SKill Muramasa's Blessing Attania is able to wield any Katana with ease, regardless of durability. Attania gains a flat 10% bonus to damage whenever he wields a Katana, and a flat 20% bonus to damage whenever he wields a unique Katana. Approach: Head on Theme SongCurrent Equipment Broken Katana Dagger Leather Armor with Plate
3,007	65	44	379	1,852	To say Khârn was pissed would have been a gross understatement. These..children wish to squabble about who leads...why does it matter? They believe themselves to be capable of leading...They let them, all I can say is good luck, our lives,or death are at the mercy... A failure rest squarely on their shoulders...Besides at worst I would gladly kill them if they are incompetent he thought as he slowly squeezed his hands open and closed, cracking his hands as he squeezes shut. I have no time for these childish spats...besides it has been shown we are not strong enough to tell them anything he thought as he looked at Himika and Pterro. He didn't blame them our feel any negative feelings towards them. If the guild master did suggest the duels then he truly didn't know his own skill, but likely he some how was forced to duel. The stump that was Pterro's arm ...must have hurt he thought as he shifted his position. "Lets hurry this up" he muttered softly to himself If our scouts die... because of this meeting...May your gods have mercy because I will not he thought as he gently started to tap his fingers.	Name: Alexander “Alex” Hayashi In game name: Khârn the bloodied Age: 23 Gender: Male Brief history: Alexander was born in San Francisco California. The son of a career Navy man and a Nurse. Alex is the Eldest of three children, his Eva mother and two siblings lived in a small apartment in the mission district. Growing up Alex very rarely saw his father, and as time went on he grew to hate his father due to what he felt that his father had abandoned the family. Because of this he grew angry at school would start fights, he would hang out with bad people and would be an all around good for nothing. Though out it all Alexander's troubles was his mother, Eva the daughter of an immigrant and the young mother of three. She had met Alexander's father Benjamin while they both attended high school in San Francisco. At the age of seven Alex was sent to live with his father in Japan after he had been kicked out his fourth high school. After several years with his father and both trying to work through their problems they finally reached an understanding. The key for this break through being his father teaching His son how to fight properly, and spending family time together. Prior to starting to play SAO he worked as a martial arts assistant instructor. Brief Personality: Khârn is a very friendly person most of the time, preferring to help his friends out and sparring in his free time with those who may not be as experienced as him in fighting. From time to time he will offer advice and counsel to player who may have issues. For example he helps younger players who miss their lives outside of the game. Along with helping players in his guild cope, he runs PVP matches to settle issues in a non lethal environment under his careful watch. While he is friendly and nice most of the time He hates being told what to do by people outside of his guild. When at the front lines he refuses to follow anyone outside his guild and any who try tend to later regretting it. As a warrior he believes in the concepts of glory,honor,brotherhood. Appearance: Armor: Weapon of Choice: Two handed sword Skill set: Heavy metal equipment, Battle healing Unique Skill: Blood Rage (While in Combat he gains health& stamina from each kill. Once combat ends his health is halved for a period of time.) Approach: berserker Theme Song: Two steps from hell- To glory
3,008	65	45	1,194	861	Mez watched unflinchingly at the scene that unfolded in front of him. Firstly, Pterrophos, his guild leader, emerged from the back room missing an arm. Then, before he could even think to act, Himika initiated a duel with Heathcliff to seemingly get revenge for the loss of Pterro's arm. Or at least that's what it looked like. As the battle between the pair went on, he studied both of their movements. More so Heathcliff's than Himika - after all he'd seen her fight many opponents on previous occasions. This opponent, however, was different. Heathcliff was a player that had seemingly just appeared on the frontlines, with his bossiness and his bravado to follow. In a matter of months, he'd worked his way up the ranks of whatever guild he joined and now there he was, the leader of a fancy new guild with the Frontline's poster girl as his second in command. Mez felt his pulse quicken as Himika was sure to land a finishing blow. But something happened that he didn't quite understand. Heathcliff's shield seemed to move of it's own accord. Somehow, he'd managed to block Himika's attack which looked dead certain to land. He furrowed his brow, replaying those last few seconds in his mind. There was certainly something odd about it but he couldn't tell what. His mind was brought back to the fight when Himika's next attack actually hit this time, severing Heathcliff's arm at the elbow. A few gasps from the room as well as some quiet cheers. Though they were quickly silenced as Heathcliff spun and drove his sword into Himika's abdomen. He instantly felt his heart skip a beat for a brief second and a minor urge to reach for his blade but Mez managed to stay perfectly calm. Then the duel was over, that's when Mez glanced over to Khârn. His expression was almost thunderous, as if he could murder by simply glaring at you. He was angry at the current events that were taking place. Not many others could have learned this from a glance but Khârn had been his battle-brother for a long time, Mez had witnessed his every emotion each time they stood together in battle. Realizing that the attention for his ultimatum had been lost due to the reappearance of the guild leaders, Mez decided that he needed to act fast in order to discover exactly what had happened to Attania and Durdansa. It was then that Mez moved. And he did so which such suddenness that people around him turned their heads quickly to see just what he was doing. He shot up from the throne-like chair and immediately reached for his weapon; Judgement. Whispers shuffled around the crowd, no doubt wondering whether he was going to challenge Heathcliff next. But Mez had no intentions of fighting. Khârn's anger was not misplaced, the focus had deviated from the true reason why they were here and they were wasting precious time. Still, he said nothing as he slowly raised his greatsword above his head, one-handed, then re-sheathed it upon his back. Every step taking him closer to where Himika and Heathcliff stood. From afar, it looked as if Mez were glaring directly at the man who had just lost part of his arm and impaled his guild mate, but in reality Mez was looking past Heathcliff and towards his guild leader Pterro. By now Mez was within striking distance of neatly-armoured warrior, but he simply strode right past him. Not even acknowledging him with a glace, despite Heathcliff looking slightly concerned and attempting to make eye-contact. More whispers as Mez continued to walk until he stood face to face with Pterrophos. "Pterro, we have reason to believe that Attania and Durdansa have found something in regards to the floor boss. Their last known location coincides with the suspected location of the boss which has been marked on the map. I suggest we move now, Durdansa can handle herself but Attania, Ghesh's protege? There's no telling how he'll be. Especially with him losing Ghesh merely hours ago."	Real Name: Rin Kanesaka Avatar Name: Mez Age: 20 Gender: Male Type: Swordsman Beta-Tester: Yes Personality: Mez is a staunch leader and devoted warrior. He fights for every good cause but holds no time for trivial matters. Although he may come across to others as extremely serious, he does have a softer side. Sharing a joke within a group or attempting to console close friends is generally proof of this. He is extremely courageous but doesn't allow his pride to get in the way when it comes to fighting. He knows when to retreat and when to press the attack. When it is time to rally together, Mez's voice can usually be heard above most of the others, leading a charge towards his enemies. Brief Real Life Background: In the real world, Rin is a hardcore gamer. His brother, Reivard, is one of the top MMO players in Japan and his parents own a successful Computer Electronics company; NTTF Gaming, that sells high-end computer peripherals and software. They also sponsor a number of eSport tournaments across the globe and were one of the top 5 distributors of the Nerve-Gear Headsets. Rin has never wanted for any game in his life, his whole school life was dedicated to business management and gaming, so that he may eventually take over the family business. In the meantime, however, Rin dedicated himself to surpassing his brother, who had already carved his career in the gaming industry and had outgrown the need to take on the company. With the advent of virtual technology, Rin was determined to outshine his older sibling and prove to his parents that, for once, he was the better gamer. But alas, Reivard never joined SAO. His career had taken an unexpected turn towards Hollywood, where he would star in an upcoming movie remake of the successful 1995 film, Hackers. Rin didn't yet know any of this news about his brother and dived into SAO with eagerness, ready to prove he was the best. Skills: - Two-Handed Greatsword - One-Handed Shortsword - Light Leather Equipment - Agility - Cooking Unique Skill Ghoul's Grin: This Unique Skill affects all weapons held by Mez. This skill allows him to instantly equip any weapon within his inventory immediately during battle, even mid-swing. He uses this predominantly in conjunction with his Greatsword; Judgement and his Shortsword; Retribution. Switching between these two weapons grants him a temporary boost for a maximum of 15 seconds during battle. (1 post) - Judgement to Retribution grants a 20% speed boost. - Retribution to Judgement grants a 20% strength boost. Equipment - Judgement - Retribution - Light Leather Armour (Shown in image above) Theme Two Steps From Hell - Atlas
3,009	65	46	1,949	2,861	Taking a deep breath, Durdansa got into a stance that showed she was ready for action as she crouched in the shadow of a tree. For a moment, everything was silent. Her breath was consistent, controlled, and most of all prepared. The shrubbery where the boss was shuffles again, causing her grip to tighten on her ceremonial blade. Then the beast emerged, the rhino-boar letting out a squeal as it charged straight for Attania, its cloven feet hitting the ground hard and the swords jingling as each step went over the other. The beast got close quickly to the young boy, and just as it was a few feet close to him, Durdansa cried out while simultaneously bursting from the shadows, preparing to unleash a sword skill. "Now, dodge right!!!"	Username: Virtri Real name: Rika Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships: Virtuoso = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Mez = Secret crush Notable facts: -Always a loyal and fierce combatant for the Guild -Known for her intensity and 'Tsundere' nature -Frequently hovers around Repageroy, a bit of a groupie for him --------------------------------------------------------------------- Username: Virtuoso Real name: Tetsu Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships Virtri = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Divinity = Friend Notable facts: -Self appointed 'Guild Mascot' -Audaciously funny, knows how to lift spirits of others when they're down -Her buster sword is pretty powerful and she wields it well despite the size -If there's a brawl you'll be sure to find her nearby cheering for the underdog or in it herself
3,010	65	47	2,045	703	Nadie quietly fiddled with her fingers as the guild leaders left to another room, including her own leader Pterrophos, leaving their deputies to represent them. But the chair for Neon Colossus remained empty, causing Laurent to begin to panic slightly. When she shouted “Not it!”, she quickly realized what was going on and internally panicked as well. The others began shouting the same thing, and whoever did not would become the de facto second in command for Neon Colossus. Could Nadie fulfill such a position? She would have to represent the rest of the guild while Pterrophos meeted with the other leaders. Suddenly before she could have been the last one she managed to softly squeak: “N-Not it!” It was Mez who ended up becoming the second in command, and the Organizer asked him about the status of the guild’s scout team. What was Nadie thinking? She couldn’t be a leader. Mez appeared to pull an explanation for their absent scouts out of his ass, something she likely would not have been able to do. Laurent began to panic again when their location was revealed on the map, but Mez again improvised a response concerning the scouts. All appeared to be well, until suddenly the guild leaders came back, and Pterrophos was without one of his arms. Nadie froze in shock at the sight and gripped the handle of her sword in it’s scabbard. He soon explained that he had dueled for them to become Head Guild and lost. Why would they decide the position that way? Such a method appeared glaringly ineffective and more of a way for a guild leader, likely Heathcliff given it appeared to be his idea, to assert authority and power over the other leaders. Almost immediately, the girl Nadie saw earlier had stepped up to fight Heathcliff. Ultimately, while she did not win the duel, she had managed to repay the loss of Pterrophos’s arm by amputating Heathcliff’s. A small smile grew under Nadie’s mask at the view of his new stump, and the meeting continued.	Age: 17 Gender: Male Born in a small village in Japan, Taiki was raised by his aunt after his father had turned him away because of Taiki's mother having complications during his birth. For half of his life, he was raised in a rural village by both his aunt and uncle until at the age of nine, his father returned for him and brought him back to the city. There, Taiki was sent to a private academy to catch up on his education (since his aunt and uncle didn't exactly teach him a whole lot in the village except for farming) and to make friends his own age. Taiki, although a rather quiet boy, was able to find friends of his own. Friends who accepted him, friends who liked him, friends who wanted to be around him. Taiki cherished his friends, and would do various activities with them such as club sports. One day, after waiting in line with his friends at a store for days on end, Taiki rushed home to play a game, a game that he and his friends were excited for. A game known as Sword Art Online. Taiki is a quiet boy who is rather soft spoken. He isn't exactly a leader, but more or less a follower. He would often be with his friends and loved ones until the end of days rather than be alone. Taiki stands at around 5'8 and is rather slender. He has long, dark brown hair for a boy and has brown eyes. Once in the game, Taiki and his friends formed a party together and began to actually play the game, with each one of them choosing a weapon to their liking. Taiki himself chose a curved blade (a scimitar) to fight with until eventually, he unlocked the Katana skill. When the situation of being stuck in the game arose, Taiki's friends were quick to act to the situation that had just developed. The four of them -- Taiki included -- stuck together at nearly all times, and on more than one occasion, saved each other from near death situation such as when Taiki was nearly murdered in cold blood in an alleyway. The four had each others' back and wanted nothing more but to get out of the game and return to their normal lives -- although, they did confess that they preferred this over their lives. Of course, this small little group did not last for long. Over the course of the game, his friends began to die off. Whether it be due to small mistakes that led to their death or dying due to PKers, eventually, in a dungeon with others, after a rather large scale fight where Taiki's katana broke in the middle of the fight, Taiki's friend died after succumbing to his wounds. For the first time, Taiki was finally alone. Feeling guilty for his friend's death -- which was caused when Taiki's friend shielded Taiki from a monster's attack when Taiki's katana broke -- Taiki began to wander around in the game with his broken katana and a dagger that he had looted off of a mob. Armor: Leather armor with plate armor covering vital parts of his body. Weapon of Choice: Katana Current Equipment: Dagger, Broken Katana & Sheath, Leather & Plate Armor (Low Durability) Skill Set: Parry, Light Metal Equipment, Meditation Unique SKill Muramasa's Blessing Attania is able to wield any Katana with ease, regardless of durability. Attania gains a flat 10% bonus to damage whenever he wields a Katana, and a flat 20% bonus to damage whenever he wields a unique Katana. Approach: Head on Theme SongCurrent Equipment Broken Katana Dagger Leather Armor with Plate
3,011	65	48	450	421	Not me, boy. Was the first thing to pop out of Divinity's mouth when they were all trying to figure out who was going to represent Neon Colossus in the guild meeting, and she quickly stepped away from anyone's reach so as to avoid being chosen. Of course, Mez was. Good ol' Mez. Good for hiding behind on the battlefield while being attacked by bosses. At least that was something, right? The Queen lightly patted his shoulder when he pulled the lie about the scouts out of his ass, but her chill was very quickly torn apart by several things happening in succession. When the woman leading the meeting spoke to Laurent, Divinity became hostile almost automatically. "Hey, you watch your mouth, woman. There are a handful of people who I'll allow to look at and speak to my guild members like that, and a good seventy-five percent of them are me." She drew her short sword quickly, pointing it toward the Organizer but backed off to allow Mez to deal with it in it's completion. Then the almighty guild idiot returned with half his arm cut off and Heathcliff looking smug as fucking ever as the other guild leaders dispersed while grumbling and mumbling. Of course things didn't go as planned. Divinity rolled her eyes at Heathcliff, then immediately trained her eyes on the guild blacksmith who decided to challenge him. "Get him, girl! Make him-" After saying the beginning part of that sentence, Divinity let out a pretty... graphic, string of swears that shouldn't be recounted at any time or place. They stopped a good way into the battle, as she watched Himika use strategy to her advantage. She was so surprised that she actually started a quiet cheer along with others in the room, only for her enthusiasm to be curb-stomped when Heathcliff pulled a win out of his ass. Deciding that the lives of her guild members were more important, she reminded herself to send a nasty message. "So, uh. Why ya'll sitting around like a bunch of pussies? Are we at the Pussy Olympics? Or the Pussy Limp-dicks, if you will?" She opened up her map. "Me, personally, I'm going to go save our guild members. If you'd join me, that'd be great." She ran out of the door with that, not waiting for anyone to retort or to follow her.	Name: Maya Divine In game name: Queen Divinity Age: 17 Gender: Female Brief history: Maya grew up in what one would typically consider "The Ghetto." Often sitting in her house by herself, as her parents were out working to keep their house and her brother was often out god knows where doing things that Maya herself didn't particlarly care to know. Due to this, she became a recluse and typically skipped school during the day to play games at a friend's house. Her parents, after finally finding out about this, decided that it'd be best to cut her off from this person. Unfortunately for her parents, this just told Maya that she needed to be smarter about it. She sneaked away from her house one night, and broke into a store not too far from her house with the help of her brother who had his own reasons for wanting to. Around the time that she did, there was a game that was getting a lot of buzz called Sword Art Online. As she scouted around the back of the store for the really good, high end PCs, she found a couple copies of the game and decided to swipe one. What happened when she got home is easy to predict. Brief Personality: In one word? Odd. She has a very sick sense of humor that tends to make people not acquainted with her uncomfortable. The only people she really tends to mesh with are her guild members, and she tends to mess around with the less powerful ones in jest. When it comes to the actual consequences of the game and death, she becomes highly serious and remorseful. But these are very rare occasions. Armor : Cloth rogue armor, good for speed and being quiet. Weapon of Choice: Two daggers, and a hidden shortsword for emergencies. Skill set: Acrobatics, Parkour, Trap Making, and Quick Rolling. Unique Skill: Misdirection, Maya moves so quickly that it looks like more than one of her are attacking at the same time. This amount of speed allows her to essentially create speed clones that feel like the real thing and attack like the real thing. Her current limit on how many she can make is 4. Approach: Whatever suits the situation, typically very speed oriented battling.
3,012	65	49	784	1,231	Pterrophos "Himika no he-" She shoved past him. "Well this should be good." He spun on his heels and walked backwards taking a seat next to Laurent and behind Mez. He wrapped his handless arm around her trying to comfort her. "Kharn, I know that look. Let it go man, we have bigger problems. if what Mez says is true, we need to get going soon and..." He didn't finish before Queen Divinity spoke up and stormed out. "Well, uh, Thanks queen!" he said standing up from his chair. I'm in no condition to lead at the moment so... I'm sorry Laurent but you need to replace me for this fight." He smiled and swiped through a menu equipping an ax and handing it to the girl. "Just listen to Mez and you'll be fine." Pterro had only seen Laurent fight once, and she was good but nowhere near his own skill level, even as bad as he was. Hopefully she could do fine with Mez and Kharn controlling the battlefield. He got out of his seat and looked back up, seeing Himika shaking hands with a disarmed Heathcliff disarmed (ha). He must have missed the whole fight, but he could pretend he watched it by judging the reactions of others. There was a new man talking to Himika, whom he approached first while sending a message to Repageroy. The message told the man to gather anyone he wanted and head to Durdansa's location and to expect a fight and possible loot. He reached the man and cleared his throat. "Listen, you want to get with her, go prove yourself big guy ok?" He said smacking the man's butt. He pointed his stump to Mez and said "That guy is gonna be the judge, follow him." He continued to Himika, on his way barking an order to Mez. "I hope you'll be joining Divinity, otherwise I might just fire you, Mez." His voice got quieter. "Himika, that was fuckin' sweet, I want ot go high-five Heathcliff though, he seems like someone that would HATE that you know?" He chuckled. "You better hurry up, Mez is probably going to rush out any second, don't want to miss the chance at a boss drop right?" He did his best to raise an eyebrow but failed missreably and went with a wink instead. Laurent Laurent sat in shock as her leader walked over so calmly and wrapped his handless arm around her expecting it to comfort her. "I.. who, what." All of her answers were being swiftly provided by Himika challenging Heathcliff, and the ensuing hatred she had seemed to flow from her into the blacksmith as well. She was focused on the fight trying to ignore Pterrophos next to her until he handed her ax to her and told her to fight. Something she hadn't down in god knows how long. "But Pterro, I.. I want to stay with you I can't just go out and fight!" She stood up in protest but he just waved her off. "Divinity tell him I-" She turned to see the queen running out the door ready to kill the field boss. She ran to Mez. "Sir, uh, what are m orders?" She swiped through her inventory and found her old, but still effective armor and equipped it. The plate male made her body a lot less feminine looking but it did it's job. She did a practice swing with her ax and tested a few pre-positions for her sword skills she hadn't used in so long, cancelling them all before unleashing an attack on her new leader for the time being, Mez. She was slow and timid about all of her test swings, she hadn't held that ax in a long time, almost since well Pterrophos brought her into the guild. She was worried about him more than focused on the fight but the march or charge over would hopefully clear her head. Maybe she could take out her anger at him picking fights he couldn't win on this boss, whatever it was.	Hey Ex, can we make mini CS sheets for the NPC guild members? There's an awful lot of them! That's uh, that's the best idea ever, I'll make the sheets simple, gimme a sec Edit: Here it is! I'll put all of them in the main ooc post! Username: Real name: (optional) Age: (optional) Gender: Appearance: Relationships Notable facts: (what have they done that makes them special?)
3,013	65	50	1,949	2,861	Durdansa continued running to the boar and started doing sword skills at its downed form immediately, getting in a good few slashes before she noticed that Attania was near the boar. She didn't pay much attention to the smaller boy at first, keeping her concentration up on what she was doing. Her unique skill, 'Blood lust,' was handy in this case. The more she was able to hit the boss, the more damage it started taking. She felt a grin spread on her face just as a sword skill finished with a dramatic slash... Out of the corner of her eye she saw the mini-boss's eyes open and turn its head to look... directly at Attania. Her eyes twitched to its backside, where the swords quivered like porcupine quills. She'd played video games many times in her life, she knew exactly what this meant. "Attania, get down!" She dove to the ground herself just a little too late as the hybrid got up and bristled the swords on its back before shooting them out like arrows in every direction, causing her to take a few hits as the swords sliced her leg, shoulder and back. Luckily, none of the hits had been lethal. She looked up to see the hybrid shake itself off from its stunned state and rush back into the brush with a squeal. Groaning, Durdansa rose up and looked to wherever Attania was, panting. "Are you alright?"	Username: Virtri Real name: Rika Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships: Virtuoso = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Mez = Secret crush Notable facts: -Always a loyal and fierce combatant for the Guild -Known for her intensity and 'Tsundere' nature -Frequently hovers around Repageroy, a bit of a groupie for him --------------------------------------------------------------------- Username: Virtuoso Real name: Tetsu Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships Virtri = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Divinity = Friend Notable facts: -Self appointed 'Guild Mascot' -Audaciously funny, knows how to lift spirits of others when they're down -Her buster sword is pretty powerful and she wields it well despite the size -If there's a brawl you'll be sure to find her nearby cheering for the underdog or in it herself
3,014	65	51	2,129	3,308	Himika hardly had enough time to take a few moments breath before she was approached by someone she didn't recognize. A tall guy with handsome features and really nice hair. She was actually taken a back by how good looking he was. It brought an involuntairy blush to his face. Then he ruined everything by opening his goddamned mouth. "I'm rather surprised a pretty girl could keep on her toes with a man like Heathcliff. I can respect that. Those were some pretty good moves, though. I've never seen anyone get that close." The half assed comment made Himika's mood turn foul, and turning away from him, she would sheath her sword. "I'm sure after leveling up a few more times, and honing your skills, you might actually be able to beat him. The name's Kuromi, but you can call me, Rome." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, noticing he had a hand extended out towards her. Turning her head to look at him, she raised her brow. Did he really think he was going to get a nice hello from her after that comment he pulled? As if. "Rome huh? Let me tell you one thing." she said in a low voice, stepping over to him and keeping her voice down to not disturb anyone. "If you're implying that a girl can't hold her ground like a man can, you really need to rethink that idea." she said, raising her arm and pointing past him, she pointed to Asuna, arguably the strongest female rapier user in the game. "Don't assume my goal after this will be to beat him. After this meeting is over, I wont ever think of that man again, or whatever kind of cheat he uses in combat." she said, referring to the thing Heathcliff had done with his shield. "My goal is to make get this game cleared, so don't think you need to tell me I need to hone my skills. Afterall..." Taking a few steps until she was standing at his side, she patted his shoulder. "I'm still leagues better than anyone here." she gave him a smirk and and removed her hand. Walking past him, she didn't allow him a chance to speak or say anything else to her. She didn't care what he had to say. All she cared about now was the safety of her guild mates, and according to some things that were said, two in particular were in trouble. She went over to Mez and Pterro, and as soon as she was about to apologize for her behavior, Pterro turned to her and started talking in his abnormally loud voice, causing her to cringe in surprise. "Himika, that was fuckin' sweet, I want to go high-five Heathcliff though, he seems like someone that would HATE that you know?" He chuckled and she smirked, giggling as well. "You better hurry up, Mez is probably going to rush out any second, don't want to miss the chance at a boss drop right?" He did his best to raise an eyebrow but failed miserably and went with a wink instead. This cased Himika to turn about as red as her hair and she was flustered for a moment. "I uh... um. Uh... no I suppose I don't want to miss that. And uh... I wanted to say that I..." her voice trailed off and she looked at him for a long time. Tell him... tell him Himika... just tell him how you feel. That you love him! she thought to herself. Smiling again, she made a fist though her blush didn't fade. "Pterro... we'll find them. And.. I'll protect Laurent for you, with my life." she said, rather than what she wanted to. Nodding once, she looked at Mez and then Laurent. 'I'm going after Divinity!" she said before turning and running out the door. Attania and Durdansa were out there and their lives were in danger. Hell... it would be on Himika's shoulders for wasting time if one of them... Died.	Name: Sara Torres In game name: Nadie Age: 18 Gender: Female Brief history: It could be said that Sara pretty much grew up by herself. In her earlier life, this was a more literal in that she rarely formed friendships with other children at schools, and was often left alone at home with her sister while her parents worked. Growing up without any true primary groups has had a significant effect on Sara’s development and ability to connect with other people and groups. Throughout her teenage years, her social life improved and she gained friends, but inside she still had troubles understanding and feeling accepted in friend groups. She often used video games and books as a form of escapism, and the NerveGear was no different. It later proved to be much, much different when she and many other players found themselves stuck in a new game: Sword Art Online. Brief Personality: For a majority of her life, Sara has always been the weird girl who was left by herself. Having to deal with isolation for as much as she had, her emotional and social growth is somewhat stunted. She believes she is the only person she can truly rely on, and trusting others does not come easy to her. While she has made strides recently in learning how to socialize and act around others, she is still introverted and quiet by habit and struggles with coming out of her shell, both mentally and in the form of a mask she wears in-game to hide her face. Under the former, she’s still pretty strange, but in a kind of charming way. For the most part, she’s polite and cordial, but with a hot temper, as well as incredibly intelligent, making her capable of learning and analyzing complex subjects and situations very quickly. Unfortunately, sometimes her intelligence and lack of understanding how other people feel can cause her to be condescending to others who do not understand things the way she does. Overall, even though it can be hidden under a measure of self doubt, Sara is an ambitious young woman, and passionate about the things that matter most to her. Appearance: Armor : Cloth armor, including a hooded cloak and a mask that hides her face. Weapon of Choice: Broken Sword Skill set: One-Handed Straight Sword, Light Metal Equipment, Parry, Unique Skill: Fade: A passive skill that significantly reduces Nadie’s presence in the game, in the form of aggro. However, this effect not only applies to NPC’s/monsters, but even to other players, making her almost unnoticeable. The skill does not make her actually invisible, only making her less likely to draw attention. While it is entirely possible for her to be seen by other players, to her benefit, most players often do not. While imperfect, the skill is especially effective, and with Nadie’s silence, she can become practically nonexistent and traverse most environments completely unseen. Approach: Nadie combines the stealthiness of Fade with rushdown fighting and shock tactics drawn from her own aggressive personality.
3,015	65	52	2,045	703	I'm alright! Attania shouted out as he stood up, thinking to himself that he had been lucky and that none of the swords that flew out of its back, thinking that all of them had just narrowly missed him. He was unaware that a sword had shot out, flying towards his shoulder only to merely fly past his shoulder, leaving a rather small cut behind on him, causing an orange gash to show on his shoulder. "Are you okay?!" He shouted out, moving his head slowly to look towards her only to be interrupted by the sound of a boar snorting. His head shot back over to the boar, only to see it scraping one of its hind legs on the ground, preparing to charge once more. The boar roared before taking off into a rather fast charge, charging towards him. Attania quickly dove out of the way, but was just slightly too slow. The boar's head managed to nick Attania's leg just slightly, but still painful nonetheless. As the boar charged into the bush, Attania tumbled as he hit the ground, letting out a grunt before finally stopping. Slowly, Attania stood up, dagger still in hand before turning to Durdansa almost as if nothing had happen -- even though the boy himself was in a bit of pain. "Have you tried contacting anyone in the guild yet?!"	Age: 17 Gender: Male Born in a small village in Japan, Taiki was raised by his aunt after his father had turned him away because of Taiki's mother having complications during his birth. For half of his life, he was raised in a rural village by both his aunt and uncle until at the age of nine, his father returned for him and brought him back to the city. There, Taiki was sent to a private academy to catch up on his education (since his aunt and uncle didn't exactly teach him a whole lot in the village except for farming) and to make friends his own age. Taiki, although a rather quiet boy, was able to find friends of his own. Friends who accepted him, friends who liked him, friends who wanted to be around him. Taiki cherished his friends, and would do various activities with them such as club sports. One day, after waiting in line with his friends at a store for days on end, Taiki rushed home to play a game, a game that he and his friends were excited for. A game known as Sword Art Online. Taiki is a quiet boy who is rather soft spoken. He isn't exactly a leader, but more or less a follower. He would often be with his friends and loved ones until the end of days rather than be alone. Taiki stands at around 5'8 and is rather slender. He has long, dark brown hair for a boy and has brown eyes. Once in the game, Taiki and his friends formed a party together and began to actually play the game, with each one of them choosing a weapon to their liking. Taiki himself chose a curved blade (a scimitar) to fight with until eventually, he unlocked the Katana skill. When the situation of being stuck in the game arose, Taiki's friends were quick to act to the situation that had just developed. The four of them -- Taiki included -- stuck together at nearly all times, and on more than one occasion, saved each other from near death situation such as when Taiki was nearly murdered in cold blood in an alleyway. The four had each others' back and wanted nothing more but to get out of the game and return to their normal lives -- although, they did confess that they preferred this over their lives. Of course, this small little group did not last for long. Over the course of the game, his friends began to die off. Whether it be due to small mistakes that led to their death or dying due to PKers, eventually, in a dungeon with others, after a rather large scale fight where Taiki's katana broke in the middle of the fight, Taiki's friend died after succumbing to his wounds. For the first time, Taiki was finally alone. Feeling guilty for his friend's death -- which was caused when Taiki's friend shielded Taiki from a monster's attack when Taiki's katana broke -- Taiki began to wander around in the game with his broken katana and a dagger that he had looted off of a mob. Armor: Leather armor with plate armor covering vital parts of his body. Weapon of Choice: Katana Current Equipment: Dagger, Broken Katana & Sheath, Leather & Plate Armor (Low Durability) Skill Set: Parry, Light Metal Equipment, Meditation Unique SKill Muramasa's Blessing Attania is able to wield any Katana with ease, regardless of durability. Attania gains a flat 10% bonus to damage whenever he wields a Katana, and a flat 20% bonus to damage whenever he wields a unique Katana. Approach: Head on Theme SongCurrent Equipment Broken Katana Dagger Leather Armor with Plate
3,016	65	53	1,949	2,861	As Attania spoke, Durdansa's hands were already moving as quickly as possible on the text menu. "Pterrophos, We are in contact with a mini-boss in a field. Send help immediately. -DURDANSA" Satisfied, she pressed send and quickly swiped through her menu to find a health potion. She drank down half, wincing at the pain in her back until it healed smoothly. She ran over to Attania and opened her menu to give him the rest. "Hang onto this," She explained, her eyes narrowed in concentration as her eyes flicked around the bushes in paranoia, waiting for the hybrid to show its ugly face again. "Get into position again... We may not be able to wait for the others." Her sword materialized in her hand as she fled to the shadows, waiting for it to show again. "And take cover when it's starting to get up!"	Username: Virtri Real name: Rika Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships: Virtuoso = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Mez = Secret crush Notable facts: -Always a loyal and fierce combatant for the Guild -Known for her intensity and 'Tsundere' nature -Frequently hovers around Repageroy, a bit of a groupie for him --------------------------------------------------------------------- Username: Virtuoso Real name: Tetsu Utsume Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Relationships Virtri = Twin Sister Repageroy = Senpai Pterophos = Colleague Divinity = Friend Notable facts: -Self appointed 'Guild Mascot' -Audaciously funny, knows how to lift spirits of others when they're down -Her buster sword is pretty powerful and she wields it well despite the size -If there's a brawl you'll be sure to find her nearby cheering for the underdog or in it herself
3,017	65	54	1,194	861	Sir, uh, what are my orders? After Pterrophos had left him in charge of the rescue mission, Laurent had approached Mez to inquire her next move. "Well.." He began, watching Himika leave the meeting room shortly after Divinity. "We're moving out!" He stated, raising his voice so that the others could hear. He noticed a few of them turn to face him now, even Heathcliff had turned his gaze in his direction. "This is a free invitation towards any other guild here, if you wish to join us. But Neon Colossus will be taking the lead on this. Those are our members out there and, thus, it is our responsibility to see that they're safe. If there are any of you who disagree or would do anything to jeopardize the lives of our members, I urge to you to raise your hand so that I can respectfully dismember it for you." He looked directly at Heathcliff, ignoring the quiet whispering of the others. "Well then, Colossus on me. We're headed to that location!" He pointed towards the map that lay on the table. A red circle denoting the suspected location of the floor boss. He then turned back to Laurent. "I want exact coordinates of that location and the fastest route to get there, including portals. Once you've established that, relay it in a guild-wide message and pass it on to representatives of any of the other guilds who will be joining us. After that, find me someone who's good at battlefield analysis. I'm gonna need an extra pair of eyes if we're gonna be fighting in the field." With that, Mez began to head for the exit, striding past Heathcliff once again but still refusing to acknowledge him.	Real Name: Rin Kanesaka Avatar Name: Mez Age: 20 Gender: Male Type: Swordsman Beta-Tester: Yes Personality: Mez is a staunch leader and devoted warrior. He fights for every good cause but holds no time for trivial matters. Although he may come across to others as extremely serious, he does have a softer side. Sharing a joke within a group or attempting to console close friends is generally proof of this. He is extremely courageous but doesn't allow his pride to get in the way when it comes to fighting. He knows when to retreat and when to press the attack. When it is time to rally together, Mez's voice can usually be heard above most of the others, leading a charge towards his enemies. Brief Real Life Background: In the real world, Rin is a hardcore gamer. His brother, Reivard, is one of the top MMO players in Japan and his parents own a successful Computer Electronics company; NTTF Gaming, that sells high-end computer peripherals and software. They also sponsor a number of eSport tournaments across the globe and were one of the top 5 distributors of the Nerve-Gear Headsets. Rin has never wanted for any game in his life, his whole school life was dedicated to business management and gaming, so that he may eventually take over the family business. In the meantime, however, Rin dedicated himself to surpassing his brother, who had already carved his career in the gaming industry and had outgrown the need to take on the company. With the advent of virtual technology, Rin was determined to outshine his older sibling and prove to his parents that, for once, he was the better gamer. But alas, Reivard never joined SAO. His career had taken an unexpected turn towards Hollywood, where he would star in an upcoming movie remake of the successful 1995 film, Hackers. Rin didn't yet know any of this news about his brother and dived into SAO with eagerness, ready to prove he was the best. Skills: - Two-Handed Greatsword - One-Handed Shortsword - Light Leather Equipment - Agility - Cooking Unique Skill Ghoul's Grin: This Unique Skill affects all weapons held by Mez. This skill allows him to instantly equip any weapon within his inventory immediately during battle, even mid-swing. He uses this predominantly in conjunction with his Greatsword; Judgement and his Shortsword; Retribution. Switching between these two weapons grants him a temporary boost for a maximum of 15 seconds during battle. (1 post) - Judgement to Retribution grants a 20% speed boost. - Retribution to Judgement grants a 20% strength boost. Equipment - Judgement - Retribution - Light Leather Armour (Shown in image above) Theme Two Steps From Hell - Atlas
3,018	65	55	2,045	703	Got it, Attania said, scrolling through his inventory quickly after receiving the potion, nodding to himself after seeing that it was there. Satisfied with himself, he stared over to the bush the boar had charged into, seeing it rustle slightly. As he waited, his dagger in his hand, his fist clenched on it, his eyes wandered momentarily over to the tree right beside the bush, observing how the blades had stuck itself into the tree. Not only were the trees covered in blades, the ground had blades scattered about -- albeit not as much as there were stuck in the trees. He sighed before his eyes moved over to the bush. There was a slight feeling of worrying creeping on him, stuck on his shoulder as the grip on his dagger became much more fierce with every passing second. He wondered if his guild mates had noticed both Durdansa and him gone. ... Well, they probably only noticed Durdansa gone, He said in his head with a rather depressing tone. He didn't really have any friends in the guild. His eyes shifted over to Durdansa only momentarily, wondering if he could call her his friend -- although probably not.	Age: 17 Gender: Male Born in a small village in Japan, Taiki was raised by his aunt after his father had turned him away because of Taiki's mother having complications during his birth. For half of his life, he was raised in a rural village by both his aunt and uncle until at the age of nine, his father returned for him and brought him back to the city. There, Taiki was sent to a private academy to catch up on his education (since his aunt and uncle didn't exactly teach him a whole lot in the village except for farming) and to make friends his own age. Taiki, although a rather quiet boy, was able to find friends of his own. Friends who accepted him, friends who liked him, friends who wanted to be around him. Taiki cherished his friends, and would do various activities with them such as club sports. One day, after waiting in line with his friends at a store for days on end, Taiki rushed home to play a game, a game that he and his friends were excited for. A game known as Sword Art Online. Taiki is a quiet boy who is rather soft spoken. He isn't exactly a leader, but more or less a follower. He would often be with his friends and loved ones until the end of days rather than be alone. Taiki stands at around 5'8 and is rather slender. He has long, dark brown hair for a boy and has brown eyes. Once in the game, Taiki and his friends formed a party together and began to actually play the game, with each one of them choosing a weapon to their liking. Taiki himself chose a curved blade (a scimitar) to fight with until eventually, he unlocked the Katana skill. When the situation of being stuck in the game arose, Taiki's friends were quick to act to the situation that had just developed. The four of them -- Taiki included -- stuck together at nearly all times, and on more than one occasion, saved each other from near death situation such as when Taiki was nearly murdered in cold blood in an alleyway. The four had each others' back and wanted nothing more but to get out of the game and return to their normal lives -- although, they did confess that they preferred this over their lives. Of course, this small little group did not last for long. Over the course of the game, his friends began to die off. Whether it be due to small mistakes that led to their death or dying due to PKers, eventually, in a dungeon with others, after a rather large scale fight where Taiki's katana broke in the middle of the fight, Taiki's friend died after succumbing to his wounds. For the first time, Taiki was finally alone. Feeling guilty for his friend's death -- which was caused when Taiki's friend shielded Taiki from a monster's attack when Taiki's katana broke -- Taiki began to wander around in the game with his broken katana and a dagger that he had looted off of a mob. Armor: Leather armor with plate armor covering vital parts of his body. Weapon of Choice: Katana Current Equipment: Dagger, Broken Katana & Sheath, Leather & Plate Armor (Low Durability) Skill Set: Parry, Light Metal Equipment, Meditation Unique SKill Muramasa's Blessing Attania is able to wield any Katana with ease, regardless of durability. Attania gains a flat 10% bonus to damage whenever he wields a Katana, and a flat 20% bonus to damage whenever he wields a unique Katana. Approach: Head on Theme SongCurrent Equipment Broken Katana Dagger Leather Armor with Plate
3,019	65	56	1,276	109	Damnit! Koji cursed under his breath. He had just gotten away from that, that thing, when some newbie just strolled into the clearing like a happy little girl on a casual walk in the park and waved at him. She might as well of just told the monster "Hey that kid you're hunting is in the brush over there!" Well at least she has guts Koji thought attempting to calm himself down, before he did something that would put his cursor in the red. After all she was willing to fight the beast with a broken sword, or was it a large, oddly shaped dagger he wondered. He guessed it didn't really matter and decided to draw his own weapon and walk into the clearing completely blowing his cover. Koji wasn't sure what made him want to help this girl. Was it the simple, but friendly gesture she had given? Or maybe it was just the bravery she had shown by preparing to fight a monster with a broken sword that made him want to fight. He wasn't sure but her looks definitely didn't hurt her case he thought, admiring her features while he unsheathed his spear, which some might think is broken like the girl's judging by the cut on the tip. Even though thinking that would be your last and most agonizing mistake since the cut on the edge gives it an extra sharp and extra painful point. The bush the monster was in started ruffling like crazy when finally it appeared. An extremely tiny bunny!!! Koji charged at it and viciously stabbed at it. The bunny died in one blow and Koji's face suddenly looked like a tomato when he realized he just brutally murdered a bunny. The girl laughed at him until suddenly all the sounds of the forest disappeared as a cool breeze settled and cheesy, Legend Of Zelda like boss music started playing when a giant Rancor came out.	Name: Koji Yamashiru In game name: xX_KoJ2YaMi8_Xx (He mostly goes by his real name haha) Age: 17 Gender: Male Brief history: Born to a wealthy family, Koji was never told no by his parents when it came to money, although they were the exact opposite when it came to discipline. Koji's parents always let him do whatever he wanted and then they would just bail him out, (only literally once) when he got in trouble. They were also very lenient with money. His parents allowed him to spend their money on whatever or whoever he wanted,(not in a sexual way haha). So this led to him buying a group of friends that acted as his entourage. This entourage inflated his ego out of the sky and into space. They expected him to act almost as their “leader” and made him get a strong personality. So this made him do stupid and crazy stunts that gave him the adrenaline to always act crazy and eventually helped develop him into the charismatic jokester he is today. Until one day. The Yamashiru family lost their money in a fraud case after the police investigated a case of about drugs that Koji had purchased. Koji's parents blamed him since they thought the law would've never looked into them if he hadn't been so stupid and had that many run-in with the police. Then they sent him away to live on the streets. Here his ego got deflated back down to Earth and he learned that to not get jumped or mugged he had to get in with the thugs and gangs by joking around with them all the time and being an overall nice guy, which deep inside he truly was. This also factored in to his humorous personality. Finally he actually joined a gang, where they robbed a house that Koji found SAO and a virtual reality headset in. Brief Personality: Koji is almost always joking, but in more of a sarcastic way than a goofy childish way. This came from his brief time on the the streets, although he still has his moments when he acts like the stupid, carefree, playboy that he used to be. If you didn't know him would never be able to tell that Koji used to have money, but you also wouldn't be able tell that he doesn't have any money right now. You would probably just assume he's naturally charismatic and is sarcastic, as a result of living in a common household with a sarcastic family. Koji is almost never serious sense he's extremely confident about his abilities in SAO. Although he still prefers fighting in groups sense he loves the members of his guild. Appearance: Koji stands at 6'0 and 150 pounds with flat black hair that spikes up in the front. He is skinny although he's definitely not lanky or scrawny. Koji is attractive but not anywhere near as much as he thinks he is. Armor : Red Leather Armor under a Black Cloak of Agility. Weapon of Choice: A black spear with red leather wrapped around the middle and a cut in the middle of the tip making it even more lethal. Skill set: Hunting, Leather Equipment, Acceleration, and Two Handed Weapons Unique Skill: Lighting Strike- Koji quickly accelerates, looking like he teleported and hits his opponent dealing 3% more damage than normal. Almost no one can dodge this move, although it takes away a decent amount of Koji's health so he only uses it as a killing blow when necessary. Approach: Quick and Innovative
3,020	66	0	894	493	Come to the Pre-Tournament! For all you thrill seekers out there, this is the tournament to show if you SHOULD go to the annual tourny! The winner gets a huge prize of 500 zeni! You're no weakling, be there! BE THEEERE!" shouted the many advertisers who travelled across a small area of land. It had been a few days since they had gone on their advertising, and today was the day the mini tournament started. Not many showed up, enough for a small audience, and in fighters, only around twelve people, and as now was time to start, the people hosting had to go through. "Welcome one welcome all!" shouted the announcer as he began to look into his note book of the fighters. AN alien creature or two, a human, a makyan. And then around six other humans... "Alright.. The first match up... AHem.. V..Vanina! And... Gregory Tim!" he said, awaiting them to step into the arena. ((this is the meet up point friends, all's falls can do and stuff))	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,021	66	1	500	812	Kota was among the audience that sat around the ring, waiting for the fight to begin. He had been participating in watching the Tournaments for a while now and this had been his fourth one! The excitement built within him, whether if it was because it had been against his fathers wishes or if he enjoyed them did not matter, only that the fight was about to begin. Forcing himself to a better seat, Kota quickly rushed down the stair cases to the very edge of the side-bleachers, watching with his up most attention on the fighters that were coming out. They were warriors, yet they lived every day lives like most people. That brought his hopes up...maybe, he too could be a part of the Tournament, and win the Zeni award! He could feel it in his heart that one day, he would become a fighter of awesome power, just like the very ones that he was watching. But now was not the time to be hoping and wishing. Now was the time to be watching. All eyes gathered on the ring, Kota's watching closest the most of all.	Name: Kota Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Half-Saiyan Fighting Style: None as of yet. Abilities: None as of yet. Appearance: Biography: Born on Earth under a Human father and Saiyan mother, Kota was lucky to be born with a mix of the two races. Unfortunately, at a young age, his mother had ran out on both him and his father, preferring a life of a mercenary and warrior than a housewife. Due to this background, Kota was never taught how to fight at a young age. Instead, his father raised him to become a respected member of society, like most Humans. Ever since, he has only been to school, but lately has been flunking because of a feeling inside of him...the Saiyan's need for combat has driven him away from his schoolwork. Watching the legendary Mr. Satan and many other combatants in Tournaments has only fueled his desire for combat, the Saiyan side winning in his struggle. He now seeks a master to teach him martial arts...much to his fathers warnings.
3,022	66	2	1,498	871	Vanina looked up from her magazine with a surprised look in her eyes. “Oh, I’m up already?” She had hoped that she had more time to ingest more information about this planet and its inhabitants, and maybe even pick up on their fighting techniques to give an edge in the tournament. She thought back to the night before, waking up inside a crashed space pod with no chance of making it back. It was fortunate that the creatures living here weren’t very threatening, not like the humongous giga beasts that roamed the surface of Vanassia. But when she learned of a fighting tournament offering local currency, it seemed like the best bet for survival. The foreign woman rose to a standing position, walking up to her opponent who had already taken his position in the ring. The man was of average height with well-toned muscle covering his body, and seemed rather confused with what he was seeing. “Oi, is this some sort of joke? You think you can scare me with that costume?” Quite befuddled herself, Vanina scratched the back of her head with one set of arms and stretched with the other. “You mean my armor? This is no costume friend, it’s some of the best equipment in the galaxy! Although I wouldn’t expect primitives like yourself to know that.” Realizing that all of Vanina’s arms were in fact real, Gregory went bug eyed, taken aback by this bizarre display. Before he had time to come up with a witty rebuttal, the announcer started the match, and the two started to size the other up in a stare down. Within the next moments each fighter had taken their stance. Gregory decided to make the first move, and delivered a flurry of punches. Vanina was able to juke and jive around some while also taking away the force of some by guarding with her arms. When an opening appeared the alien delivered a double right hook, one punch landing on Mr. Tim’s jaw and the other on his chest. They would trade blows for a while, but for every hit Gregory would get in, Vanina would be able to double it. “It’s a sloberknocker folks! Punch after punch! Blow for blow! And this strange woman in the ring seems to be pulling ahead!” Feeling in his gut that the match would end soon, Gregory lunged forward in a last ditch effort for victory, and fearing defeat, Vanina did the same. The two collided in a power struggle, and after a test of might, Mr. Tim fell to the ground stuck in a grapple hold. It only took around a minute of punches to the face for Gregory to tap out, signaling the announcer to call the match. “Winner, Vanina!” Satisfied with her victory, she gave a bow to the stands, and retreated back to her own seat, watching intently for the next round.	Name: Vanina Age: 62 Gender: Female Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren’t natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death. Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms. Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human. Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina’s attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots. Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia’s capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she’d rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…
3,023	66	3	1,174	263	Excitement grew in Jinshi's bowels as he peered at his surroundings in the prep room, although the contestant count was only 12 the stances and warm up techniques he observed some from some of them both surprised and amazed him. Jinshi's short bout of journeys leading to this place were quite clam and frankly boring, the Makyan felt a new burst of eagerness and excitement at the very prospect of battling some of those who graced his view now. To his right he spotted a giant of a man with a round stomach lifting weights bigger than some small adults, another contestant a women to his left struck the air with an unusual and swift technique Jinshi had never seen the likes of before. Hearing a small crowd of cheers, Jinshi followed the source to a stone fighting ring, it's smooth grey surface complimented by the various ornament statues that decorated the facility hosting this small tournament. Finding a comfortable view point, Jinshi watched as the first fight went under way, as the crowd cheered Jinshi analysed every movement and technique used to the best of his ability hoping to see what he could learn. Although the match went for some time, it seemed clear to Jinshi who'd be the winner, the unusual looking person announced as Vanina not only had the advantage of an extra set of arms, it was clear she was trained in a unique technique to use them too! As the fight rolled on Jinshi only became more and more excited, he hoped his opponent is a strong one but most of all, he hoped to learn something that'd make him stronger, win or lose! When the match came to an end the pale orange skinned Makyan cheered with the crowd from his position on the tall wall separating the preparation area for the fighters and the ring. Growing up Jinshi always loved watching the tournaments on T.V. but regardless of the fact that this wasn't near as big as the annual tournament, watching the event in person was an experience on a different level!	Name: Jinshi Kyori Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Makyan Fighting Style: Martial Arts, Jinshi focus' on brutal and efficient melee attacks to ware down foes as well as attempts to put them off balance for brutal grapples and throws. Preferring to use Ki blasts as a strategic force rather than a violent one. Abilities: Jinshi is only capable of basic flight and a simple, weak Ki blast. Appearance: The picture bellow is only an example of Jinshi's basic features as a Makyan. His hair is similar as in the picture, only it's Jet black in colour and his skin tone is a fleshy orange he stands at roughly 6 foot tall and he wears human clothing. Biography: Jinshi is a Makyan raised by humans on Earth, his years as one of 'the odd ones out' in society has produced a stoic and calm nature in the young man who prefers to spend his time training his martial arts rather than mingle with the hustle and bustle of traditional human life. Jinshi is very thankful to his human parents for their care but has since moved away from them seeking to expand and master his martial arts. Jinshi is not a competative person but he gets excited as the prospect of someone stronger than him being out there, he's a dedicated trainer but by no means a stick in the mud, he enjoys relaxing and having a joke or two.
3,024	66	4	894	493	The announcer, awaking from his daze and tiredness, having watched and narrated the intense right, continued on with his work. "That was one beast of a lady folks! And trust me I know beasts, meet my in law!" he shouted into the mic. Hearing the sound of what seemed like a jet or something dashing around the arena, he put it off as just that, a jet. "Alright! Next up!" shouted the announced stopping and looking down at his notes... "Er.. Seji! Versus! Kaptain Kaaaage!" the announcer shouted quite loudly, Hearing the last name. He seemed almost famous, though he'd never heard of any person. Regardless, the fight was about to begin! Meanwhile, half of a kilometer from the arena, Dreyar had just finished doing quick sweeps around the around the arena, from the sky, before landing beside Mel and Manetta. "There's this weird chick with four arms, but everybody else looks normal I guess. I mean besides this one makyo I think I saw. The announce-" he would've continued speaking, had Mel not cut in with a loud "Shut it kid." then turning to Manetta. "Easy right? In and out grab the cash and whatnot?" she said, awaiting a response. The blue Namekian sat still, his eyes closed, as he felt up the people of the arenas powers. "Hem... It should be easy, perhaps slight amounts of retaliation.." Manetta said, beginning to walk to the edge of the arena, keeping from boosting his power at all, as it could possibly spook somebody within the arena. "Yeah! Bustin heads! Gettin cash! This w-" once again, the boy was cut off by Mel, who was in the middle of wrapping her hand in cloth and chords. "Can you just shut the hell up for two seconds?" quite aggrevated by Dreyar's constant talking. "Fine.." he said.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,025	66	5	500	812	The fight amazed Kota more than anything. An alien with four arms, a brutal battle, and a climatic end! This was everything Kota could have hoped for! Looking around, he began to get a devilish idea in his mind. Walking out of the crowd, Kota would look for the Fighters waiting area, hoping to find a way in so that he could talk to the contestants. It was when he noticed some of the fighters leaving a building that he found the waiting area and sneaked inside. The contestants caught his eyes with wonder, his eyes watching them with much respect and love. There, much to his joy, was the four armed lady that won the competition! Quickly, he approached her as calmly as he could, and poked her shoulder. "E-Excuse me? You are Vanina, correct? I'm a huge fan of you and your fight! It was awesome!" He said, smiling nervously. Honestly, this was his first time talking to a Tournament fighter, and he was filled with excitement and nervousness. His face began to glow a very light red hue, with a big goofy grin forming on his face, as he held his hands together in order to contain his joy.	Name: Kota Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Half-Saiyan Fighting Style: None as of yet. Abilities: None as of yet. Appearance: Biography: Born on Earth under a Human father and Saiyan mother, Kota was lucky to be born with a mix of the two races. Unfortunately, at a young age, his mother had ran out on both him and his father, preferring a life of a mercenary and warrior than a housewife. Due to this background, Kota was never taught how to fight at a young age. Instead, his father raised him to become a respected member of society, like most Humans. Ever since, he has only been to school, but lately has been flunking because of a feeling inside of him...the Saiyan's need for combat has driven him away from his schoolwork. Watching the legendary Mr. Satan and many other combatants in Tournaments has only fueled his desire for combat, the Saiyan side winning in his struggle. He now seeks a master to teach him martial arts...much to his fathers warnings.
3,026	66	6	1,498	871	Vanina turned to the boy who had tapped her shoulder. He gave off a certain wonderlust that only a child could bare, and so it seemed rather unlikely that he was another contestant. She looked to him rather suspiciously, it could be a façade that Kota was putting on in order to seem unthreatening if he was in fact fighting, but this was all speculation at this point. At face value he appeared to genuinely be interested in Vanina and her bout. “A… fan? It was nothing really. Just a simple strategy to outlast your opponent and outperform. A battle of attrition as it were. I learned all about combat and fighting stratagem back home, and having not only the power, but also the intellect will give you an advantage that could push one to victory.”	Name: Vanina Age: 62 Gender: Female Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren’t natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death. Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms. Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human. Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina’s attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots. Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia’s capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she’d rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…
3,027	66	7	894	493	Seji watched the events unfold around him, seemingly bored. He seemed deep in thought. He looked up once to see Vanina's ffight, but then looked down. He preoccupied with something or another, some seemingly important thing. Soon, his own battle began, and he stepped into the ring. He casted a glance at the crowd. Not a lot of people. Good. Crowds made him nervous. Never knew who might be watching. Seji looked at his opponent. The man wore Sun Glasses, and was very well cut. He wore a pair of ridiculous basket ball shorts. "You're about to get Kaged!" The man said, to the cheers of those watching. "I rather think I won't." The battle begun, and Seji waited as his foe approached. After a moment, Kage closed the gap and swung his fist. It bounced off of Kage, a bit of blue energy materializing to defend him, leaving the mage unharmed. Kage threw more punches, undeterred, and Seji put a single hand forward. "Zinthos," Seji finished. Kage suddenly flew up, rapidly. Seji then yawned, took a step forward, and said a quick phrase. He raised his left hand, just as Kage fell. The man crashed into the shield, grunting in pain from the fall. "Jotunka." A burst of fire flew up, ejecting Kage into the sky again. Seji took a step back, maintaining the the shield above him. The shield lanced out as Kage fell again, knocking the man upward and aeay. He seemed to fly, slamming into the grass outside the arena. "Easy money." He shrugged and got off the battle arena, returning to the other fighters.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,028	66	8	971	1,757	Android 12 looked over the contestants. There was the four-armed alien, the magician, the...er.....fan? A Makyan, and some random fighters to and fro. He quickly scanned the boy, the fact that he had a tail was unusual. Was he a.....? 12 searched his data banks. He might be a Saiyan. Well, in any case, he wasn't a fighter. He scanned the magician, and determined his strength wasn't in his fists or body. It was his magic. He might be able to counter that, and any energy that was used against him would be nice. Also, he had an advantage. He couldn't get tired. While his enemy was worn down, potentially from being drained, 12 would possibly be stronger than at the start. That would be nice.	Name: Android 12 (Not made by the RRA or Gero or that stuff, just an Android.) Age: Awake: 0, Physical: 12 Gender: Male Race: Android Fighting Style: Balanced, can absorb blasts, and energy from just touching them. Abilities: Basic things like ki blasts and energy waves, energy absorption. Can also take excess energy and give it to someone else, but this can shut him down if too much is transferred. Can detect and track energy signals and run diagnostics. Appearance: 12 has a gray sleek metal body, eyes with red pupils that can detect or track energy signatures and run diagnostics on things, people, machines, etc. He wears a navy blue T-shirt and dark red sweatpants. He also has a dirty gray baseball cap that he found on the floor, and he wears it because he has no hair. Biography/Personality: 12 was the last of his creator and was specially designed as a fighting machine, able to get stronger by absorbing energy from his enemies. He does not have the mindset of a killer, but does not hesitate to fight. He is generally friendly and enjoys meeting new people....provided they aren't gigantic jerks. He was programmed almost completely, but a small bit of code was corrupted and he sometimes says somewhat scary and frightening things which contradicts his normal personality.
3,029	66	9	1,234	1,040	This was by far the one of the odder 'lesser' tournaments Yoyo had ever been to. Going to these sort of events, or hustling idiots in street fights and bars, was the primary way she had been funding her travels about the world and keeping her belly full. While she was confident in her abilities to win lager more lucrative tourneys she was sort of trying to keep a low profile. Family wasn't exactly fond of the idea of her running off to be a wondering martial artist. They hadn't been super fond of the idea of her taking up the family martial arts to begin with. She didn't want to put her name out there, else her father or grandfather may show up to drag her home. Why they could continue to treat her with kid and not like the proper warrior she was. Anyhow, back to her initial thought. The participant in this tourney were definitely not the normal fair by any stretch. Sure the occasional actual player or odd ball or two had been at the other competitions she had participated in. But for there to be this many odd balls, people showing signs of being above the average martial artist ( or the combination there of ) was highly unusually. She may actually have to take these fights half seriously if she wanted to take home that prize cash. She really needed some zeni in her pocket, another she didn't want to spend the evening nickel and dimeing thugs in arm wrestling contests at a bar or back alley brawls. A wolfish green spread across her fetchers. Then again, it would be nice to have a challenge again. She began to take deep cleansing breaths and focus on the burning fire of the Ki inside of her. She had her own tricks up her sleeve. With an almost predatory smile, she turned bright eyes to the ring to observe the matches remaining before hers with intense interest.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,030	66	10	500	812	Aiden listened to her and stood there in silence. Was that really all it took? Just outlasting your opponent? It sounded almost too easy. Then again, he had never been in an actual fight before, so he had no room to really think like that. Either way, he was excited to talk to her. "Yeah, I'm a huge fan. Uhm...if you don't mind, I was wondering where you learned how to fight, hehe. I never really learned how and I've always been interested." He sounded nervous, obvious by the blush growing on his face. He was honestly embarrassed with telling her that he was weak, especially since she was a fighter. Of course, he still paid attention to the fights, since they grabbed him so easily. In his mind, he began to wonder what kind of fighting he could practice. Would he be using quick and precise strikes or wide and powerful hits? His mind was beginning to go blank with wonder.	Name: Kota Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Half-Saiyan Fighting Style: None as of yet. Abilities: None as of yet. Appearance: Biography: Born on Earth under a Human father and Saiyan mother, Kota was lucky to be born with a mix of the two races. Unfortunately, at a young age, his mother had ran out on both him and his father, preferring a life of a mercenary and warrior than a housewife. Due to this background, Kota was never taught how to fight at a young age. Instead, his father raised him to become a respected member of society, like most Humans. Ever since, he has only been to school, but lately has been flunking because of a feeling inside of him...the Saiyan's need for combat has driven him away from his schoolwork. Watching the legendary Mr. Satan and many other combatants in Tournaments has only fueled his desire for combat, the Saiyan side winning in his struggle. He now seeks a master to teach him martial arts...much to his fathers warnings.
3,031	66	11	1,498	871	Vanina smirked, this behavior from young people was quite common to her. She had many a tale of children parading around the soldiers of the Galactic Army while on leave. Most would find them annoying, but Vanina took it as an opportunity to bolster their spirits and presenting the opportunity for recruitment if they so wished to do so down the line. In the lad's case, he looked old enough to begin training in one of the many boot camps; if Vanina was his age, she would have been moving to Li-Ren. “Well, when I was just a child on my home-world I moved to the combat city of Li-Ren. Power in that metropolis is only gained by proving that you can match it, meaning that if you wanted something, you had to dual someone for it. I was able to learn the basics of fighting just by watching the many battles that went on in the streets, and what I didn’t know was beaten into me every time I made a mistake. Eventually I found a master that I trained under to refine my hand to hand skills, and he even taught me a thing or two about using these…” Like instinct, Vanina pulled two very large knives that were sheathed on her back. These serrated blades gleamed brightly in the light, and gave the dark blue metal that it was made from a certain radiance and regality. “These are knives made by a very talented smithy named Vanamra. He was brave enough to venture to the surface in order to obtain the Dedronite it took to make these, and he was smart enough to get past the Giga Beasts that plague our open landscapes. These blades are good enough to kill anything that moves, if inserted in the right organ…” The woman before the boy had seemingly slipped herself into a trance as she twisted and turned the knife in her grip, studying it like one would a book for an exam. It only came to her now that she might have gone a bit overboard with her explanations, and quickly snapped out of what had come over her. Quickly returning the Dedronite blades back to their respective homes, Vanina finished her spiel with one final remark. “After many years in Li-Ren I decided to travel the galaxy and join the PTO’s Galactic Army. I received more training under them, both physically and mentally. You know, combat tactics and the like.”	Name: Vanina Age: 62 Gender: Female Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren’t natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death. Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms. Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human. Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina’s attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots. Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia’s capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she’d rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…
3,032	66	12	2,638	1,519	He had watched the matches so far but it was clear his mind was elsewhere until the very moment the announcer called his name. Daishin moved from the corner he had been standing in and made his way to the arena. The monochrome hared teen didn't hear his opponents name but quite frankly he didn't care for anything other than winning the tournament and getting back to his search. He wasn't entirely confident in his fighting skills but he had been sure a small competition like this one would be a cinch. But now...there were some strange fighters here and they weren't pushovers. "Heh...strange huh? I guess I can't say I'm all that normal now either..." He muttered into his scarf as he stepped into the arena. 'The Tornado' was waiting for him flexing for the crowd and throwing punches around showing off how fast he was. He noticed his opponent step into the square and laughed. "Really, I'm supposed to fight this upstart? He looks like his voice will crack when I hit him! Hahaha!" Daishin just looked at him or rather through him. Tornado wasn't even registering the cocky man. As far as he was concerned he was just another obstacle trying to slow him down. "Are you really that confident? Let's see if you can hit me." The markings on Daishin's face began to glow and his eyes became almost as incandescent. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, now that out fighters have gotten their banter out of the let's begin! Ready, FIGHT!" Tornado started to charge towards Daishin only to stop dead after two steps. Right now he was the only one seeing it but the huge winged presence looming behind his young opponent was daunting. "You're all talk!" When Tornado came back to his senses Daishin was already closing in. This kids fast! But such a forward attack ain't gonna work on The Tornado! The Tornado wasn't an amateur and threw a punch as Daishin moved in. A perfect counter...or so he thought. Daishin was prepared having lured him into a wide and heavy punch increasing his speed just a bit more to move past the swing and under, bringing his knee hard to Tornado's stomach causing him to fold over with strained gasp cut short by a sharp pain in his back as Daishin drove his elbow into it and sent him to the ground. "I-Incredible! With a devastating combination Daishin has taken the with out of The Tornado! I don't think he's getting up after that one folks!" Daishin was sure he could beat this guy but he wasn't cocky and knew that Tornado wasn't done just yet. "Oh! Looks like The Tornado is still in it!" Just as Daishin thought Tornado stood holding his stomach with an angry sneer. "Alright kid I underestimated you but now you're in for it! Now you got The Tornado spinning!" Tornado started to work some fancy foot work and soon he was spinning wildly, almost exactly like a tornado. "So this is why you call yourself Tornado?" Daishin inquired as he took his stance. Tornado laughed as he spun. "You like it? Using this specific movement of my feet I can spin and have full control of my body! Now you won't even be able to touch me but this time I'll definitely hit you!" His voice warped by the spinning Tornado started to throw rapid punches creating a tornado of fists. "Amazing! The Tornado is pulling out his trump card. What will young Daishin do now!?" Daishin smirked. "I'll admit it's not a bad technique. It'd be hard for most to get past your wall of attacks..." Suddenly he dashed forward and hopped up finding footing within the tornado on one of the fists and using it to jump up even higher, above the whirling barrage. "But I'm not most and I know that eye of the any storm is safe!" Flipping, Daishin dropped down through the middle of the twister and bringing his heel in contact with Tornado's collar bone. Tornado's spinning instantly stopped. Daishin vaulted back off of Tornado's shoulder and was ready to charge forward to end it. When he looked up after landing he saw a fist inches from his face. His eyes widened. Tornado had ignored the pain of his cracked collar bone and rushed to try to and land at least one hit on Daishin. At that moment Daishin hadn't fully gained his balance after landing and had no time to block. "Heh...strange huh? I guess I can't say I'm all that normal now either..." Daishin opened his mouth and all Tornado could hear was a roaring before he felt himself being hit by a wall of pressure, sending him flying out of the ring. Daishin was left in the square panting slightly yet completely still just as the crowd was. "U-Uh, ring out! The Tornado loses! Daishin is the winner!" As the crowd started to cheer Daishing walked over to Tornado. "What the hell was that?" He groaned. "Hey, sorry if I came off as arrogant. You really surprised me with that last attack. It was fun." Tornado looked up to see Daishin offering him a hand though looking away bashfully. Tornado smiled and took the offer. "You're not so bad kid. Though since you beat me you better win this thing." Daishin just nodded and they shook hands. "Look at that folks. How's that for sportsmanship!" Daishin went back into the waiting and sunk down one of the bench's. I already had to rely on that...I'm still not ready to face that person.	Name: Daishin Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Half human/Half dragonoid - Dragonoids are an alien race similar to the Saiyans in the sense that they are a warrior race. While they're lust for battle is tame compared to the Saiyans they are a formidable race. As their name suggests they are a people that possess the properties of dragons having tough partially scaled skin, are able to endure extreme temperatures, and let out earth shattering roars. Dragonoids bodies heal faster than most given that they properly rest so a week of recovery for a nomal human is 2-3 days for a Dragonoid. While they can live comfortably in high temperatures, in low temps their movements become hindered as well as their ability to react. Despite this they are very fierce and were able to fend off an invasion of the Saiyans long ago. Fighting Style: Daishin is an fierce fighter combining speed and ingenuity to create openings in his opponents defenses and strike with quick punishing blows. Despite having no former training his instincts for battle are without match. Abilities: Dragon's Wrath - When Dragonoids fight the markings on their faces begin to flash creating a sense of overwhelming pressure in their opponents as they look at it which can cause them to doubt and hesitate in their actions. Dragon's Roar - All Dragonoids possess the ability to emit powerful roars. However, each Dragonoids roar has a distinct effect e.g. fire breath. When Dragonoids first develop this ability it starts as just a pressure blast then evolves and gains powers specific to to individual. Daishin's has yet to evolve. Appearance: Biography: Daishin lived a quiet life with his mother and father in a small mountain village. His father was a Dragonoid though he never revealed this to his son. Or at least he never had a chance. One day his father began to act strangely, he was anxious and most of all scared. Daishin's mother was out shopping so his father only had time to grab him and fly him elsewhere before returning to the house to confront what he knew was coming. By the time Daishin made it back to the village he found his home burning to the ground and his father lying in front, deceased. In his anguish he let out his first sorrow filled roar. After some consoling and calming down from the other villagers he asked about his mother but none of them could attest to her whereabouts or even if she was still alive. Daishin made his decision then: he would go out and find his mother then find the one who killed his father. That was a year and a half ago. Even though he hasn't found any trace of his mother or the his father's killer. As the other villagers described it his father fought with the killer while protecting the village which was ultimately what cost him his life. Daishin never knew his father had ever thrown a punch let alone knew martial arts. Which is why he's decided to enter the latest tournament hoping to learn something about the killer and use the prize money to help in his search for his mother.
3,033	66	13	894	493	Seji examined the fighters around him. This was certainly an odd collection. The four armed woman, the Makyan, the dragonoid boy. There was also a young boy that Seji could feel some powerful energies coming from. He seemed to have more locked away power than any of them, except perhaps the dragonoid. In truth, it was hard to really get a read on people's potential, even for a Mage. Seji was mostly disturbed by the android. The obviously artificial life form sent shivers down his spine, as it reminded him of Her. Seji shook such thoughts away, and watched Daishin's fight. The dragonoid impressed him with his skill, power and sportsmanship. Seji noticed the burst of energy from the boy's mouth, and smirked under his hat. After the fight, he approached Daishin. "I've met few Dragonoids. One of my greatest teachers was one of your people," he said quietly, "Though I fear I might be a disappointment to him now. I am Seji, the Ethereal Sage." He offered a gloved hand to shake.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,034	66	14	1,174	263	Jinshi shifted his frame to the ring as he looked around at the crowd eyeing him, he was excited that his match was finally up but he felt somewhat vulnerable standing there in the ring. As he peered back at where he had walked from, he kept in mind how eagerly he analyzed the other fighters and how he made mental note of certain techniques. "Okay, I'll only show what I need to!" The Makyan whispered to himself as he watched his opponent enter the stone ring. Sampson towered over Jinshi both in weight and width, the huge figure was one Jinshi had observed earlier training with massive weights. As Sampson waved at and engaged the crowd Jinshi did some last minute stretches before cracking his knuckles under his thumb one by one. "Makyan huh? I wonder what you'll look like when I crush you into a pancake!" Sampson grinned. This was odd, was it normal for fighters to engage one another like this before a fight? Jinshi stood quite puzzled before humouring the giant with a response of his own. "Well then, I hope you don't eat me big boy!" Jinshi said patting his own stomach with a laugh. A sour look grew on Sampson's face as the comment registered in the giants mind, "I'm going to make you eat those words Makyan!" Sampson responded with a growl. "That's good, it looks like you've already had your fill!" Jinshi responded aptly. 'This is pretty fun! Jinshi thought to himself with a smile. His only response was an angry grunt from the sour faced Sampson. "LET THE MATCH ... BEEEEGIN!" The announcer shouted charismatically. In an instant Sampson charged at Jinshi with anger in his eyes, clutching his meaty fists Sampson bought his arms down in an arcing smash, Jinshi deftly dodged the slow attack without even taking his stance. Adorning a somewhat disappointed face Jinshi looked over his opponent as he took his fighting stance and motioned Sampson to come at him with one hand. An enraged Sampson charged at Jinshi with his arms wide open, hoping to prevent any escape from the Makyan, however, Jinshi had another idea in mind as he dived feet first into Sampson's charging shin. The impact resonated with a loud 'thud' as Sampson tumbled forward grabbing his shin in pain, luckily the man's immense size prevent him from sliding off of the ring onto the grass, though that did not seem to register to Sampson just yet as the giant held his shin in pain. Hoping to capitalize on his advantage Jinshi charged at Sampson as he started to collect himself and return to his feet, the Makyan leapt into a powerful drop kick as he sent the huge man tumbling off the ring and into the soft grass bellow. The crowd delivered a swift cheer as Jinshi picked himself up and brushed the dust off his clothes. "What a quick match folks! All thanks to this rounds winner, JINSHI!" The announcer echoed as the crowd cheered. An ecstatic Jinshi waved back at the crowd around him as he thought to himself, "I had to use hardly any of my techniques!"	Name: Jinshi Kyori Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Makyan Fighting Style: Martial Arts, Jinshi focus' on brutal and efficient melee attacks to ware down foes as well as attempts to put them off balance for brutal grapples and throws. Preferring to use Ki blasts as a strategic force rather than a violent one. Abilities: Jinshi is only capable of basic flight and a simple, weak Ki blast. Appearance: The picture bellow is only an example of Jinshi's basic features as a Makyan. His hair is similar as in the picture, only it's Jet black in colour and his skin tone is a fleshy orange he stands at roughly 6 foot tall and he wears human clothing. Biography: Jinshi is a Makyan raised by humans on Earth, his years as one of 'the odd ones out' in society has produced a stoic and calm nature in the young man who prefers to spend his time training his martial arts rather than mingle with the hustle and bustle of traditional human life. Jinshi is very thankful to his human parents for their care but has since moved away from them seeking to expand and master his martial arts. Jinshi is not a competative person but he gets excited as the prospect of someone stronger than him being out there, he's a dedicated trainer but by no means a stick in the mud, he enjoys relaxing and having a joke or two.
3,035	66	15	2,454	659	Before the events of the tournament --------------- Gelato produced a beaming expression of happiness, his huge lumbering albino form slowly approached the area where the tournament was being held, a slight rumble echoing with each stomp he made, causing him to catch many human(and otherwise) gazes, which seemed obvious, after all, not only was he tall and bulky, but his colour was an odd white and pink pigment, making the dragon out to look rather strange. However with the weather perfect for combat, clean skies and not even the slightest inch of rainfall, The Giras proudly wagged his tail, fixing the mini top hat upon his head, there was no way he was going to let the staring and childish laughing of a select few around him bother him. He had pre-registered for the tournament by chance, after meeting with one of the registers the night before, and without even questioning what the reward was going to be, the huge dinosaur like creature, merely excited to test his strength against many strong, powerful opponents signed up without even thinking about it, and now was approaching to finally show off what he could do. Turning around yet another corner, the Giras started to think to himself out loud, wiping his brow, having been walking for several hours since this morning to reach the tournament. "Y- you'd think they would tell you were it was...! Come on, it's a big tournament, r-right? Wait..." Gelato frowned comically, as he stared behind him, on instinct, his wings flickered and flapped, Gelato having totally forgot about using his wings to find the tournament, he wasted no time lifting his hulking form off the streets, shooting upward into the sky to find the tournament. Gelato surveyed the land around him, sniffing in the air and trying to use his eyes to find the tournament himself, his senses saw him make landing next to a location where a small tournament was being held, and to his surprise, he found the man who registered him standing outside! How odd he pondered, before he landed, patting the man quickly on the shoulder, which made him swirl around in surprise, yelping also at the surprised heavy pat. "W- what a- oh! Oh! You're the fighter who wanted to register yesterday right? Well congratulations!" Gelato raised his left eye muscle, as one would raise an eyebrow, obviously concerned and curious as to his shy, cowardly mannerisms, however, it might have just been how he normally behaved. As to not seem rude, Gelato refused to question him about it , deciding to talk about the tournament, and as he spoke, he put a hand on his chin, proceeding with a pondering expression. "Thanks I guess.. But where on earth it the tournament? And what are you doing here at this tiny place? Shouldn't we be heading to the real tournament?" The short human suddenly grew as white as the colour of his own body, and in unison vibrated faster than he's ever seen a person tremble, his mouth twitched, his vision grew wide eyed as he swallowed in haste, as if attempting to swallow some sort of fear, though Gelato was curious as to why, he couldn't have been afraid of himself could he? But before he could speak, the short man finally worked up the courage to say something himself. "Ahaha.. well.. that's just it... This IS the tournament...!" A comic yet menacing silenced quickly filled the air, the Giras blinking for several moments, puzzled, confused and slightly furious as to the words that came out of the registerer's mouth, steam flared out of Gelato's snout, causing his human "friend" to surprisingly shift to an even whiter shade! Props to the human, he could have gone into business as a living colour changer based on this technique! Though Gelato had no idea whatsoever as to the true reason, all he could think about was the sheer dissapointment, but instead of lashing out and unleashing a roar of anger like one would expect a giras to do, his words came out low and defeated, with a hint of begging(in a "Aww, come on!" tone). "What?! Are you kidding me?! I thought you said this would be a grand tournament with tons of fighters and a bajillion Zeni...!" The human proceeded to take two steps back, but like a copycat, the Giras stepped forward toward him, the giras' wings flopped down, his tail crashed and sulked along the stonefloor. Whilst Gelato moved toward the human, he immediately spoke up, h olding his hands out defensively. "You wishfully misinterpreted that! I said read the advertisement, but you just signed and stormed away knocking down five tables on your way out of the Inn! C- come on, you'll still join though right? I hear some great competition is going to be here..!" Gelato flared his nostrils, folding his arms and turned his head away from the human, clearly upset whilst also angry like a child would be, speaking like a brat who didn't get a toy, while his tail slammed down, cracking the stone below him. "Grr... F- fine... I'l join but only because I want to test my fighting skills! ... Also there's going to be food here right?" "W- well uhm..." Gelato immediately shot him a menacing, slow and aggressive glare, a slight growl escaping muzzle, causing the human to immediately change his tone of voice while he spoke up. Which was just as well, Gelato tries to be a nice guy, but if push comes to shove, if small bad occurrences happen one after another, then the nice guy goes away and bad things tent to happen. "I- I mean s- sure! I'l try and get something for everyone! T- the fighters tent is right there! Feel free to go in and enjoy yourself! I'm sure we'll get a fight for you in no time at all" As if it was all just a facade, Gelatos' expression suddenly changed to a wide merry smile, expressing this with a respectful nod, the pterodactyl beast's tail lifted while swaying in joy once more, while he proudly stomped toward the fighters tent, heading inside. Gelato soon found a spot in the tent where nobody would disturb him as he immediately sat down and yawned, rubbing his eyes a little tiredly with all the walking and flying worked up not only his hunger but his fatigue, though he was sure they'd be able to find him, even if he was covered which is why he proceeded to take some of the cloth off a piece of the tent, ripping it open and carving a blanket from it, he smiled while draping it over his whole body, leaving only a small sample of his tail visible, Gelato proceeding to rest and relax, to recover for the fight. ----------------- Present time at the tournament. ----------------- Several hours had passed since he napped, over that time other tournament fighters had fought, gelato had yet to be called up to fight himself as proven by his natural wake. Gelato threw the piece of tent off himself, a long, loud, lethargic yawn got the attention of a few fighters in the tent area once the massive dinosaur stood, scratching his sides. Gelato felt great after such a nap, helping to improve his senses whilst helping him gain back some of the energy he lost during his time finding the mini tournament. However there was only one problem, and that was displayed by the sound of his rotund stomach producing a whine of hunger, the dinosaurs desire for food became his goal for the meantime, as his loud stomps echoed, getting louder as he approached what appeared to be the multi-armed woman Vanina with a monkey tailed humanoid named Kota. Interrupting their conversation not only because of his size... or his growling gut or his tremoring stomps, but also by speaking up, as he stood behind Kota, looking down at both of them, though he showed no sign of malevolence, and in fact looked a little shy. "Excuse me... Uh... Is there any food being given out yet? I just woke up so... I'm a little hungry...! That and I may or may not have forgot to make any food myself so... Heh... Sorry...! Oh! The names Gelato! Uh... nice to make your acquaintance."	Name: Gelato Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Giras (( Hey, i figured it would be a nice choice xp since it is a canon race and nobody picked it, plus i think they're totaly underrated xp )) Fighting Style: A mix between professional wrestling and the fictional Mishima Style Fighting Karate. Abilities: Enhanced physical strength: Improved strength over regular human beings. Merry-go-round gum: a regular ability which all giras possess is to produce a sticky and durable gum like substance named merry go round gum which can be used to tie and bind opponents, making them vulnerable to assault and can only be broken via ones strength own strength or an incredibly powerful blast of ki such as via a kamehameha. Flight: Using a set of wings, Gelato is able to fly, lacking the ability to fly using ki yet. Appearance: Gelato takes the standard shape of a bulky slightly rotund Giras, and supports a set of small spiked horns along his wrists and neck. along with a standard horn upon his snout. His main colour scheme is also radically different from a regular Giras, suffering from Albinism which gives his frontal body colour a pure white pigment (rather than green), but does not suffer from having a red eye colour, and instead possesses dark brown chocolate coloured eyes, his back colour, instead of being a dark blue is instead a lightish pink, his claws are also a bright light yellow colour. When not in a fight, Gelato wears a miniature tiny black tophat upon his head and a chefs jacket around his chest area, which only covers his chest, due to size issues. Biography: Normally all Giras are raised in their tribe and live among each other till the end of their days, however as an egg, Gelato was carried off by predators and was going to end up being killed off before he was born, it was only lucky that hunters, seeking to get a big meal were able to stop his egg from being devoured, and was unintentionally saved as the hunters also, along with taking the beasts carcass, took the eggs to cook as well. Had he been a second too late, he might have ended up served on a plate, as he unconsciously struggled in his own egg before being ready, surprising the human hunters as Gelato broke from his egg, alive and well. The humans turned out to luckily not be sadistic monsters, and didn't kill Gelato, instead deciding to raise him, which unintentionally became a problem during the Giras' early life, due to his tendency to be picked on for his albinism, and his uncontrollable tantrums from being pushed around, causing Gelato to lash out violently at others. It came to a point where he would have to be schooled by a tutor, which proved to be a costly decision, and so, under the noses of his parents, secretly brawled illegally, stole and took dangerous jobs as a teenager to pay for the tutoring himself, feeling guilty for what his father and mother would have to go through. The constant fighting, and jobs helped to pay for his learning, and also helped improve himself as a fighter, however it wouldn't take long for his parents to find out about his fighting habits, but luckily not his thievery. Gelato was forbidden from fighting claiming it promoted his violent tendencies, however this would only see him lash out more, until a certain man approached him, Leonardo Valentine, A professional fighter and trainer, interested in teaching self defence, having never seen a Giras before, he claimed it would not only be beneficial to Gelato, but a challenge for himself to train the beast, being able to persuade his parents that this would help to improve his strength, make him stronger and help him release any pent up anger brewing within him. After enough persuading which took days to go through, his parents gave up at saying no, and allowed him to train with Valentine, helping to train him in the use of Professional Wrestling techniques and foreign unforeseen quick and powerful fighting moves Gelato had never seen before. To make a long story short, Gelato studied with Leonardo and continued his learning studies at the same time, helping to improve and enhance his fighting prowess, and make him a better fighter, with each loss, he would get closer to improving himself, and that was all the determination the Giras would need, taking in skills from his parents as well such as cooking, and maintaining himself, he was able to be taught in all the correct places, and left his home two years later to follow Valentine and continue his training at age 22, becoming more independent as a result. With more improvements having come, and hearing about the new tournament coming up, Gelato couldn't hold himself back from wanting to compete, it would be a great way for him to get stronger, whether he wins or loses, though he wouldn't mind wining, but that would depend on his opponents power... What would be waiting for him would be a mystery.
3,036	66	16	894	493	The announcer had, with the start of the tourney, been lazily sitting upon his chair, yawning and waiting for something to happen. Though, as of now, with the many battles that had gone over the iron ground where the battles took place. It began with the four armed lady Vanina, and had come to a battle with a David and Goliath like pairing. It was beginning to really get the announcer, who's name tag stated "JAMES" in all capital letters, stirring up, and jumpy. A large smile was plastered on James' face as he read the next card. "Yoyo Zhao Ji! Versus! Dave Power!" he said enthusiastically into his microphone, before falling back into his chair, awaiting the two to step into the arena in front of him. He knew he'd likely be shooting back up into the air any minute now, and needed to give himself a quick rest in between. Meanwhile, Manetta and his small team equipped themselves with long dark robes to hide their face and body. Chances are, people who often attended tournaments, would know who they were. Even Dreyar shut up for this part, as they had finally arrived at the spot. Paying the small entry fee for people watching the tournament, a light 18 Zeni, they strolled in, sitting down on one of the car away seats in the back. They did not speak, they rarely moved, for now they watched over the place, planning for when to jump in and begin their little heist.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,037	66	17	1,234	1,040	With a almost frighteningly animal like growl of eagerness, Yoyo ran forward when her name was called. She was in center of the ring practically before her opponents name had been finished being said. She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feat, as light as air and more than ready to get started. She continued to wait for her opponent to enter the ring. And she waited...and waited, and waited. A good five minutes passed at there was no movement from any of the entrances form the wing. She gave the Announcer a confused look and he looked back at her just as unaware of what the hold up was. He stood up from the seat, retrieving the microphone and the tournament notes; making sure he had read the right name or looking to see if there had been any last minute back outs. Sure enough the roster still said 'Yoyo V Power'. He cleared his throat into microphone and said "Uh, Powers? Mr Dave Powers? Your needed at the ring." "Hold your horses!" came a rather petulant sounding voice. Yoyo looked to the ring entrance that the voice and came from and did not see the competitor entering from it, rather few young men running out and became to quickly scramble around the ring setting up various forms of equipment. Each of them wore a black T-shirt that said 'Team POWER'. She stopped her enthusiastic bouncing, and stared at the commotion with her head tilted and a puzzled look on her face. in another minute or two lights were blinking and dancing along the stage, some stock intro rock music was playing over speakers and a smoke machine was filling up the entrances to the arena. A voice came on over the newly set up speakers "He is strong as a mountain, he is a unyielding as the sea, he is as pure as gold. Introducing, the handsome, the masculine, the un-equaled daaaAAAAAVEEEE POWEEEEEEEEEER!" As the name rang out from the speakers a man emerged from the smoky entrance. He was of a significant height, A good head over Yoyo who was about 5'10'' her self. He had very classically handsome features, a square cleft jaw, well defined cheek bones, ect. As if someone had made the most generic looking man ever out of the various parts of male magazine models. Dressed in a gaudy glittery shirt with matching pants, each with rather long tassels fluttering from the legs and sleeves. His long blond hair flowed behind him as he walked up to the arena, stopping every few steps to pose at the audience, who stared back in awed befuddlement. The only clapping or cheering to be heard was from his group of 'team power' workers. He disdained the steps into the ring and did a jumping front flip forward up to the arena proper...only to have his foot catch on the tassels of the pants making him slip and fall on his ass. He bit down on a yelp of pain and mumbled a few quick curse words to himself before scrambling back to his feet and posing as if nothing had happened. He then began to pose and shout out a letter that he vaguely looked like he was posing as. "P-O-W-E-R! POWER POWER POWER!" A few flairs went off from the equipment set up on the last 'power' and all the music and lights shut off to a dead silent audience with the clapping and whistling of Dave Powers cronies the only noise. "Uh...right..." the announcer said quietly "Let the Match BEGIN!" Yoyo was particularly dumb struck by both the display and the poor luck she had with getting some show-boating buffoon as her opponent. He noted her face and smirked "Star struck are we little lady? Who can blame you, Not everyone can handle the POWER!" he struck another pose. "This torment is the first stepping stone to my glory. Soon after working my way up the ranks of tournaments and becoming a super star, you'll look at this day as a privilege that you could face such a paragon of manly beauty and talent." Yoyo simple couldn't find the words to express her complete disgust with this excuse of a combatant. She ground her teeth and felt her anger rising as the dipstick went on. "Tell you what, since I'd rather not have the bruises of a little lady like you on my consciences, how about you go ahead and forfeit this match and I won't have to hurt you. I'll throw in an autograph and a free power T shirt." He pulled said t out of seemingly nowhere and tossed it at her. That was Yoyo Zhao Ji's tipping point. She snarled and slashed her hand at the T, faint light dancing around her finger tips as she did. The garment exploded into shreds that fluttered to the ground. "I can't believe with all the interesting talent I've seen around this tourney I get to fight the clown." Power's face turned red with embarrassment and rage. "No one disrespects the Power Shirt!" He cried rushing forward and began a flurry of blows at Yoyo. She dodged and blocked them all with relatively minimal effort it would seem, her one counter blows flying back. Every strike she sent was aimed at his head though they all seemed to miss. After a few more minutes of that exchange the broke apart. Taking a few steps back from one another. "Now do you understand my POWER?!?" Dave said. "I won't defeated by just some little girl!" Yoyo rolled her eyes and held up one of her hands, In the open palm was a long lock of his hair. He blinked and shortly after he looked about the stage and saw locks of his hair were everywhere. He brought his hands to his head to find that his once glorious do was ragged patch work of furious lengths and rough cuts. Even some completely bald spots could be felt beneath his fingers. All those 'missed' hand strikes Yoyo had employed had been her using her tigers claws technique to destroy the mans hair. "There." she said letting the long blond hair fall between her fingers to the ground "A hair due fitting for a clown." The man cried out in rage and dashed forward. Yoyo, far swifter than the man, leaped forward and delivered a duel handed palm strike in the manes stomach that stopped him dead in his tracks. He gasped in air with a shocked sound of pain before simply collapsing on the ground. One ten count later and Yoyo was officially victorious. "What a bad joke." she grumbled flexing her fingers still glittering with light from her tiger claws technique, she swiped them at the stand holding up one of the man's speakers with slip as if cut with a sword and collapsed to the ground. She shook out her hand afterward as the light faded from her fingers "Well, at least next round is bound to be far more interesting than that was."	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,038	66	18	894	493	James was curled back in his seat chuckling, as he had just watched Mr. Power do his thing. Though it was quite off that somebody managed to get into the intercomms. He'd need to figure that out for sure. "Anyways! Now that our good buddy Mr. Power is down, time for another fight! Android 12! Versus! B-Bug-Boy!" he shouted, stuttering on the last name. What an odd stage name. It's likely be a good fight, however, especially with what appeared to be an Android stage name. All odd.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,039	66	19	971	1,757	12 heard his name called and stood up from against the wall. His opponent had an....odd name, to say the least. 12 walked to one edge of the arena, and his opponent emerged......a man in a bug costume. The odd person yelled out "Ha! Just because you painted yourself gray and called yourself an android, you think you can defeat me! You're going down!" 12 just stood there, assessing his combat strength. It seemed that all the people who weren't complete weirdos were the ones who were actually strong. The announcer yelled out, raising his hands in the air, "Let the match.........BEEEGGIINNNNN!!!" Bug-Boy rushed at the android, punching him square in the chest, before recoiling in pain. "OWWOWWWOWOWOWWW! That was like punching a steel wall!" 12 grabbed him by his sore hand and threw him into the ground, before draining his energy from both his arms. Bug-Boy broke out, and before he could gain some distance 12 slammed his fist into the felt-coated stomach, and he clutched his stomach before falling over and passing out from the pain. After a ten-count, 12 was the victor and slowly walked back into the contestant area. "What a bunch of weirdos." He muttered to himself.	Name: Android 12 (Not made by the RRA or Gero or that stuff, just an Android.) Age: Awake: 0, Physical: 12 Gender: Male Race: Android Fighting Style: Balanced, can absorb blasts, and energy from just touching them. Abilities: Basic things like ki blasts and energy waves, energy absorption. Can also take excess energy and give it to someone else, but this can shut him down if too much is transferred. Can detect and track energy signals and run diagnostics. Appearance: 12 has a gray sleek metal body, eyes with red pupils that can detect or track energy signatures and run diagnostics on things, people, machines, etc. He wears a navy blue T-shirt and dark red sweatpants. He also has a dirty gray baseball cap that he found on the floor, and he wears it because he has no hair. Biography/Personality: 12 was the last of his creator and was specially designed as a fighting machine, able to get stronger by absorbing energy from his enemies. He does not have the mindset of a killer, but does not hesitate to fight. He is generally friendly and enjoys meeting new people....provided they aren't gigantic jerks. He was programmed almost completely, but a small bit of code was corrupted and he sometimes says somewhat scary and frightening things which contradicts his normal personality.
3,040	66	20	500	812	The story of the Galactic Army was quite awe inspiring. Though, he was never really one for military talk, since that wasn't what interested him the most out of her story, but rather how she had been brought up to combat. He sat down, staring at her as she continued on with her story, which seemed almost like an eternity to him, really. He began to wonder if learning how to fight was not as easy at it seemed, but the next fight would quickly erase the thought from him almost as soon as he started to think about it. Quickly, he sat down, and watched it...but there was a problem that he did not realize: He was sitting in the fighters area. When the announcer called the name of the contestants, it set quite a chill down his spin. Strange names, but he loved it! Kota then sat up in his seat, watching the two contestants enter the stage like an optimistic child, his eyes shining with joy. He then began to ponder if the these type of fighters could ever take on the mighty World Champion, Hercule. Nah, there was no way! He was the strongest in the universe! Suddenly, Kota was met by a strange being behind him, asking for food. Kota was honestly frightened at first, but it seemed the figure was more scared than he was. He smiled and pulled out a capsule. "Um, not that I know of...but here. It's a capsule that contains lunch, kind of. They're like pills that can sate your hunger. Not sure if this will help you, but it can try." He smiled, offering it up.	Name: Kota Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Half-Saiyan Fighting Style: None as of yet. Abilities: None as of yet. Appearance: Biography: Born on Earth under a Human father and Saiyan mother, Kota was lucky to be born with a mix of the two races. Unfortunately, at a young age, his mother had ran out on both him and his father, preferring a life of a mercenary and warrior than a housewife. Due to this background, Kota was never taught how to fight at a young age. Instead, his father raised him to become a respected member of society, like most Humans. Ever since, he has only been to school, but lately has been flunking because of a feeling inside of him...the Saiyan's need for combat has driven him away from his schoolwork. Watching the legendary Mr. Satan and many other combatants in Tournaments has only fueled his desire for combat, the Saiyan side winning in his struggle. He now seeks a master to teach him martial arts...much to his fathers warnings.
3,041	66	21	2,454	659	Gelato's eyes widened somewhat as the monkey tailed Kota took out a tiny little capsule, surprised he was going to simply hand over his lunch like that to him? Who knew people were so kind! The huge pterodactyl like albino dinosaur started to blush, causing a bright pink pigment to caress his rounded cheeks before he used two his his sharp claws to carefully take the capsule from the boys hand carefully, as to not hurt him. "Huh? You're just handing this over? Really? Wont you be hungry too though? Well... I don't know what to say other than thank you, i guess! I'l put it to good use! Never took a capsule before... Here's hoping they taste good!" With glee the large dinosaur extended its maw as wide as it could possibly manage, despite the capsule only being pill sized, he slowly dropped it into his mouth, hoping it would help him savour the taste of his magical capsule food device. However upon dropping into his fanged maw, closing it instantaniously afterward, the dinosaurs face twisted, the capsule didn't taste like food at all, it tasted like plastic and medicine mixed into one, a putrid taste which sickened him the longer he kept its taste inside his mouth, and with regret he swallowed it, grimacing comically from the experience. "The disgusting taste of a capsule will never overcome the taste of a 8 course meal, that's for sure!" He thought to himself. However to make the small human like Kota happy, Gelato tried his best to give a big smile, hesitantly speaking, trying to make the boy feel accomplished, forcing the words out of his mouth, while at the same time, his large potbelly growled louder than before. "M- mmm! That... was... so tasty...! It... was really nice! And so filling too...! Thanks so much...! Oh Kami, why did he eat the capsule...? Now he was even hungrier than before. "the capsules, they do nothing!" he continuously thought to himself, before standing over Kota, contemplating on what to do, he thought once more... "I mean... Eating another person is bad... But... no! That is a bad Gelato! No eating innocent people! We don't need to be reminded about the amputee leg incident, do we? Good!" All Gelato could do now was try to talk to forget about the hunger which made itself painfully obvious, hoping it would go away with time. "So... Human? Are you a contestant as well?"	Name: Gelato Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Giras (( Hey, i figured it would be a nice choice xp since it is a canon race and nobody picked it, plus i think they're totaly underrated xp )) Fighting Style: A mix between professional wrestling and the fictional Mishima Style Fighting Karate. Abilities: Enhanced physical strength: Improved strength over regular human beings. Merry-go-round gum: a regular ability which all giras possess is to produce a sticky and durable gum like substance named merry go round gum which can be used to tie and bind opponents, making them vulnerable to assault and can only be broken via ones strength own strength or an incredibly powerful blast of ki such as via a kamehameha. Flight: Using a set of wings, Gelato is able to fly, lacking the ability to fly using ki yet. Appearance: Gelato takes the standard shape of a bulky slightly rotund Giras, and supports a set of small spiked horns along his wrists and neck. along with a standard horn upon his snout. His main colour scheme is also radically different from a regular Giras, suffering from Albinism which gives his frontal body colour a pure white pigment (rather than green), but does not suffer from having a red eye colour, and instead possesses dark brown chocolate coloured eyes, his back colour, instead of being a dark blue is instead a lightish pink, his claws are also a bright light yellow colour. When not in a fight, Gelato wears a miniature tiny black tophat upon his head and a chefs jacket around his chest area, which only covers his chest, due to size issues. Biography: Normally all Giras are raised in their tribe and live among each other till the end of their days, however as an egg, Gelato was carried off by predators and was going to end up being killed off before he was born, it was only lucky that hunters, seeking to get a big meal were able to stop his egg from being devoured, and was unintentionally saved as the hunters also, along with taking the beasts carcass, took the eggs to cook as well. Had he been a second too late, he might have ended up served on a plate, as he unconsciously struggled in his own egg before being ready, surprising the human hunters as Gelato broke from his egg, alive and well. The humans turned out to luckily not be sadistic monsters, and didn't kill Gelato, instead deciding to raise him, which unintentionally became a problem during the Giras' early life, due to his tendency to be picked on for his albinism, and his uncontrollable tantrums from being pushed around, causing Gelato to lash out violently at others. It came to a point where he would have to be schooled by a tutor, which proved to be a costly decision, and so, under the noses of his parents, secretly brawled illegally, stole and took dangerous jobs as a teenager to pay for the tutoring himself, feeling guilty for what his father and mother would have to go through. The constant fighting, and jobs helped to pay for his learning, and also helped improve himself as a fighter, however it wouldn't take long for his parents to find out about his fighting habits, but luckily not his thievery. Gelato was forbidden from fighting claiming it promoted his violent tendencies, however this would only see him lash out more, until a certain man approached him, Leonardo Valentine, A professional fighter and trainer, interested in teaching self defence, having never seen a Giras before, he claimed it would not only be beneficial to Gelato, but a challenge for himself to train the beast, being able to persuade his parents that this would help to improve his strength, make him stronger and help him release any pent up anger brewing within him. After enough persuading which took days to go through, his parents gave up at saying no, and allowed him to train with Valentine, helping to train him in the use of Professional Wrestling techniques and foreign unforeseen quick and powerful fighting moves Gelato had never seen before. To make a long story short, Gelato studied with Leonardo and continued his learning studies at the same time, helping to improve and enhance his fighting prowess, and make him a better fighter, with each loss, he would get closer to improving himself, and that was all the determination the Giras would need, taking in skills from his parents as well such as cooking, and maintaining himself, he was able to be taught in all the correct places, and left his home two years later to follow Valentine and continue his training at age 22, becoming more independent as a result. With more improvements having come, and hearing about the new tournament coming up, Gelato couldn't hold himself back from wanting to compete, it would be a great way for him to get stronger, whether he wins or loses, though he wouldn't mind wining, but that would depend on his opponents power... What would be waiting for him would be a mystery.
3,042	66	22	1,633	2,323	In a decently large city, atop one of the many skyscrapers stands a lone figure, the light of the sun gleams off it's form as it overlooks the city. Maximus, an android made to defend humanity, watches the civilians on the street far below, as well as the rest of the people in the city by sensing their energy signatures. Maximus looks to his right as he notices slight fluctuations in the low power levels that populate the city, from that direction the faint sound of police sirens can be barely heard over the wind, this adds to Maximus's suspicions. Slowly, his feet lift off from the roof and less than a second later he blasted off towards the disturbance he sensed moments before. As he nears the location of the sirens, the sound of gunfire fills the air as well as shouting, when Maximus comes into view of the scene he spots a flipped over suburban, taking cover behind it are four masked individuals with firearms, that were freely opening fire on any policeman in sight, besides that there are two police cars that have been shot multiple times in attempts to shoot the officers taking cover behind them. Maximus having quickly put the situation together in his head floated down to the ground in between the offenders and the officers, and for a moment, besides the sirens blaring it got relatively quiet, something about Maximus's appearance had momentarily surprised the offenders and the officers, the way his head was tilted down slightly towards the offenders gave them the feeling that his somewhat expressionless face was glaring at them, it unnerved them, but not for long. One of the offenders leveled a handgun at Maximus, aiming directly for his chest while glaring at the robotic like being that landed between them and the police. . "Hey freak!, what do you think your doing looking at us like that, do you have a death wish?!" The gunman exclaimed which led to the other offenders to level their weapons at Maximus as well, though he showed no fear as they did so, from behind Maximus one of the police officers had become agitated by this armored strangers actions and wouldn't let it stand. "hey what are you stupid? what the hell were you thinking landing in the middle of a gun fight?! your fancy armor isn't going to protect you against bullets!! get out of here!!!" The officer exclaimed as she peeked over the cover of her damaged police car, though as if he never heard her, Maximus kept staring at the criminals who were becoming increasingly agitated by this guy's attitude. Then a low toned droning robotic voice came from Maximus. . "offenders... cease and desist at once... otherwise your punishment will be severe" He said to them as he closed his hands into fists, lowering his head ever so slightly making him appear quite intimidating, the criminals seemed taken aback from his demand, mostly because of how he sounded when he spoke, the rest of it being of his demand, it was outrageous and entirely unacceptable, this guy had to learn a hard lesson about what messing with them meant. As if the same thought was telepathically thought at the same time, all four gunmen opened fire, and Maximus stood his ground. The bullets firing from the guns sped towards their target and each was looking like it was going to hit Maximus, and they did, the sound of bullets zipping around after ricocheting off Maximus's armored body filled the air, the police took cover behind there vehicles while the criminals continued to fire carelessly. "you are endangering possible bystanders, stand dow-" Maximus tried to say before the distant sound of a cry of pain reached him, just as the criminals stopped firing they went to reload, but were stopped as they stared at the armored being they just emptied their clips into, his armor wasn't even dented, let alone had any marks on it from the gunfire. . "what the hell's that armor made of?!" One of the criminals exclaimed and he quickly reloaded, the others didn't bother to answer while they were fumbling with the ammo magazines they were trying to put into their weapons. Maximus turned his head to his left in the direction the cry of pain came from, a young teenager who was watching the scene from what she believed to be a safe distance had been hit in her left leg by a ricocheting bullet and was now on the ground, holding her leg in pain. Slowly Maximus looked back to the criminals, his fists clenching tighter in what one could assume was anger, as the criminals finished reloading they took aim. "it doesn't matter what that armor's made of, everything has a breaking point!" The leader of the criminals exclaimed as he glared at the armored being in front of them, who had begun to hover off the ground. Before the criminals had a chance to pull their triggers Maximus flew towards them as fast as he could, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, in a blind panic the criminals opened fire, and one by one the guns shattered in half, stopping the gunfire from continuing. The criminals stood in fear as the seven foot tall armored being glared down at them, they dropped the remains of their firearms as they all took a few short steps back. . "I gave you a warning, and you willingly didn't heed it, now you will face retribution" Maximus droned towards the Criminals who were frozen in fear, except for the leader who had to get in the last word. . "f-fck yo-" Was all the leader of the criminals could say before he realised the an armored fist had buried itself into his torso, a look of agony mixed with shock took over his expression of anger as the fist was quickly pulled away, the leader took a few steps back while holding his stomach in pain before he passed out and fell to the ground. The other criminals barely had time to realise what had happened before they found themselves also passed out from pain, Maximus stood in the middle of the passed out criminals, looking down to them before he turned and began walking away. The police officers who had been watching this whole time were awestruck for a moment at what just happened, but quickly coming to their senses they moved out from the cover of their vehicles and approached the knocked out criminals, putting cuffs on them without hesitation. While the male officer started to move the knocked out criminals to the police cars with relative ease, the female officer had turned to look at the armored being walking away, she jogged over to the being and called out to get his attention. . "hey big guy!" Maximus had stopped walking and looked toward the officer, assuming she meant him. "I don't know who you are, but thank you, you really helped us out of a tough situation" She said with an honest smile, to which Maximus nodded in reply before he turned to walk away again. The officer felt a little insulted, she at least expected this stranger to say something. "hey, where are you going?" She asked him, when she looked a little past him she noticed the injured teenager who was attempting to stop the bullet wound on her leg from bleeding, a look of worry grew on the officer. . "she requires medical attention" Maximus stated as he kneeled down to the girl who looked at him with uncertainty, he gently picked her up in a bridal style carry, one hand firmly clamped over the bullet wound to stop the bleeding, the teenager cringed with a slight cry of pain. "I will bring her to the nearest hospital for treatment" . "hey wait!, before you go, who are you?" The officer asked, obviously she was a little more concerned about the injured teen, but she wanted to be able to tell the other officers about what happened. . "I am Maximus" Maximus stated clearly before be took to the air with a flicker of his silver aura, the teenager yelped as she held on tight to Maximus's neck, her eye's clenched shut. In less than a minute Maximus had spotted a hospital and without hesitation he flew towards it, some citizens had caught the glint of light coming off the armored being's body from their peripheral vision and looked to it, as they watched Maximus landed with a gentle thud with the teen in his arms who had slowly opened her eye's, a look of relief grew on her as she seen herself being carried inside the medical building. Maximus's appearance had caught the eye of a few medical staff members, as the tall armored being carried the girl through the lobby he approached one the nurses who looked like they weren't busy with anything at the moment. His loud heavy footsteps got the nurses attention, when the nurse turned around he was shocked to say the least at the sight before him, but before the nurse could say anything Maximus spoke. "this young woman requires medal attention, she has a bullet wound in her left leg" He informed the nurse, who had looked to the girl in Maximus's arms, fortunately there was a gurney nearby, which Maximus took the initiative and gently placed the girl down on it, he looked to the nurse who had informed a nearby doctor, they looked like they were preparing to go to work on the girls leg immediately, Maximus looked to the teen reassuringly. "you're going to be okay, keep pressure on your injury until told otherwise" The teen nodded with a smile, as Maximus let go of the bullet wound the girl firmly grabbed hold of it, cringing again as she kept pressure on it, Maximus then made his way out of the hospital, a few nurses and doctors passing him to aid the teen he had brought in, with that done he left the building and took flight shortly after, during the flight he looked to the hand he used to stop the girls bleeding, his armored hand had become covered with the red liquid, he stared at it for a moment, then with a slight flare of his aura the blood was blown clean off his hand. Once again he found himself standing atop a skyscraper looking down below, though protecting the people from everyday felonies did bring him some form of fulfilment, it was in a way, boring. He thought to himself that his creators had went slightly overboard in his creation, to make him this powerful if he was meant to deal with petty criminals that couldn't even harm him was a little more than overkill. While he was thinking this though something caught his attention, he looked off in the distance to where he was reading multiple higher than average power levels gathering together, now this could be interesting he thought to himself. Maximus hovered up off the roof of the skyscraper and with a flicker of his silver aura he blasted off in the direction his scanner picked up the power levels, it was quite some distance away so he funneled his energy into the boosters on his back, the boosters lit up with power as energy was funneled through them, greatly increasing his speed, easily breaking the sound barrier as he sped through the sky towards the location of the power levels. minutes before the tournament began* Maximus sped through the air, closing in on the tournament area without knowing, some civilians were just minding their own business when suddenly they ducked as a sonic boom shook the ground, they looked up to see if they could spot what they assumed to be a jet flying overhead, but they had no luck spotting whatever it was as Maximus sped off. Seconds later Maximus slowed down and descended to the ground, landing with a heavy thud on the sidewalk, drawing a few stares from some people passing by. Maximus looked around and began walking in the direction of the tournament, following the power levels he sensed earlier, when he arrived at the tournament entrance he looked up at the sign, reading it to himself before looking to the person standing at the entrance, not thinking to much on it he decided to walk on in, but before he could do so the person who was looking at a clipboard and writing something down stopped him. "sorry sir, the viewing stand entrance is over there, this is the competitor entrance" The staff member said to Maximus without looking up from what he was doing, Maximus looked over to the other entrance where people were still flooding in to get their seats, he then looked to the staff member again. Noticing the person who approached him hadn't left yet, the staff member looked up and was slightly taken aback from the sight in front of him. . "I desire to enter the event" Maximus droned to the staff member who seemed conflicted. . "o-oh, right, um I'm afraid your just a little late, the tournament's about to begin, and even if you weren't late, I don't know if you haven't heard but... wearing that much armor is kind of against the rules..." The staff member regretfully informed the seven foot tall armored being in front of him, the staff member would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly intimidated, Maximus looked down to his chest and then his right hand and closed it into a fist. "h-hey, those are the rules I didn't make them!" The Staff member pleaded as he raised his arms defensively and closed his eye's when he seen Maximus close his armored hand into a fist. Maximus then lowered his arm and looked to the staff member . "I am not wearing armor..." Maximus droned the staff member, who lowered his arms and opened his eye's with a confused expression. . "what do you mean?" The staff member asked in a curious tone, but before he could get an answer he felt a hand clasp his left shoulder, another staff member with a smile had walked up to him. . "aw come on, let the guy enter, haven't you seen what we already allowed in? a girl with four arms, a guy dressed up as a wizard, and a guy who painted himself to look like he was made of metal" The other staff member said with in lighthearted tone. . The fist staff member looked to the second before looking to Maximus. "w-well, even if we were to let him in the tournament has already begun" As if on cue the crowd began to cheer as the announcer began to announce the first fight. "and if he was to enter who would he fight in the first rounds, he'd be the odd one out" The staff member explained to the second staff member who looked puzzled, then a deep voice called out to them in an powerful tone. . "Well, worry no more!" A six foot tall, white skinned, buff muscled man wearing no shirt, blue pants, dark brown shoes, with only a small curl of light brown hair above the center of his forehead, chiselled features, light green/grey-ish eye's, and a thick light brown mustache that curled slightly at the ends approached. Maximus and the two staff members looked back to the man who was wearing a smug grin under his mustache. "Sorry for being late, but now I, Arnold Lenard Strong-Arm! have arrived!" Then he struck a pose and flexed his muscles, one could swear there was sparkles shining around him when he did so, the two staff member's eye's twitched slightly while Maximus just tilted his head a little. "I've come to join the tournament, I was held up by something, and I feared that I was too late and that I would be the odd one out, but I happened to have overheard your conversation, and my hopes were revived!" Strong-Arm exclaimed intensely as he struck another pose and flexed. The first staff member stared for a few minutes but then chuckled nervously. . "o-okay, um, I guess you can just head on in to the waiting room eh-heh-heh..." Strong-Arm nodded and entered the competitor entrance, as Maximus went to follow Strong-Arm the staff member's stopped him once more. "before you go, you have to tell us your name, so the announcer knows what to say when your up" . "I am designated as Maximus" He said to them in his droned tone of voice, the second staff member nodded with a smile and went off to inform the announcer while the first staff member wrote both Maximus's and Strong-Arm's names down on the clipboard and allowed Maximus to enter. Maximus walked calmly towards the waiting room, and surprisingly quietly as well, to those who weren't paying close attention to their surroundings, specifically the back entrance a few moments after Arnold Lenard Strong-Arm entered the waiting room for the fighters while the a fight was going on they would have been completely oblivious to Maximus's presence as he quietly entered the room and stood still just to the left of the entrance of the waiting room, waiting for his turn to fight.	Name: Maximus Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Android Personality: he doesn't like to talk much, but he's a good guy, he's loyal to those he see's as allies, and show's little mercy to his enemies. Fighting Style: Maximus has no preference as to what he uses in combat, whatever seems to work better is what he goes with, be it blasting his opponents from afar, or facing them in close combat, he has a database filled with most known arts of hand to hand combat. Aura/Ki Color: Silver Abilities: Energy/Ki Sensing: he can scan energy signatures from others from a great distance depending on how powerful they are. Flight: using his energy he can fly, if he funnels his energy through the boosters on his back he can fly even faster. Energy Blasts/Beams: he can fire normal sized blasts or beams of energy from his hands. Heightened Strength, Speed, Stamina, Endurance and Durability: being an Android, Maximus is far stronger than a regular human could ever hope to be, from being able to lift heavy steel cargo creates easily, run faster than most racing land vehicles and do so for a long time without stopping, to being tough enough to take on a barrage of gunfire without even flinching, and being able to take a hit and keep on going. Regeneration: microscopic self reproducing nanobots that reside inside Maximus's body repair him if he's ever seriously injured, regardless of the type of injury, but each type of injury takes different amounts of time to repair, small cuts in his armor take seconds, large gashes take minutes, a whole limb would take anywhere from half an hour to hours, and if he was ever blown to smithereens it could take anywhere from a few days to weeks, the nanobots in a way act as Maximus's "blood" that glows light blue, they course though his mechanical body on standby in case they are needed, any "blood" lost would be replaced by the nanobots making more "blood" he stands at seven feet tall Biography: Maximus was a little project a secret organisation put together, with the realisation that there are beings on earth with extraordinary strength and powers, they knew that if ever an incident arose with one of these beings that local law enforcement, let alone the military was going to stand little to no chance, so they began to funnel their funds into Maximus, a guardian of humanity, their solution to these powerful beings, it took many years of trail and error, but soon enough the pieces began coming together, and eventually Maximus was made, he went though many tests of physical strength, speed, and endurance that would have easily killed an athletic human being, other tests were done, but in the end their guardian had been made, and what made him different from the other machines they had tried to make in place of him was that not only could he learn and adapt, but he could become stronger over time, after testing was done and his creators with proud of their work, they set him loose upon the world, trusting him to do what they hade made him for. Other: Being an Android has some benefits, besides not feeling pain, he doesn't give off an energy signature, he doesn't need to breath like some living beings, thus allowing him to fight under water or in the vacuum of space, another thing to note is that he is resistant to various environments like extreme heat and freezing cold. Theme -
3,043	66	23	894	493	James, now getting into this, stood up from behind his table, and walked nearer the arena. Microphone above his head, he pointed it down to his face and spoke into it. "NNNEXT UP!" he said, shouting at near his loudest so far. "GE-LA-TOOOO!" he said, looking around trying to spot the man or woman who took that name. "VERSUS" He added, getting ready for the next name. "Sniiide NAPALM!" he finished, backpedaling to his desk, rolling over the table as he touched it, sitting into his chair. He was getting good at the arena talking thing, and if anything he could make at least a little money off this. Across the building, at the top of the seating area, three cloaked figures began to speak. "What are we waiting for..." spoke a certain Mel, her hand, with many cords and clothe wrappings, pulled close to her chest to hide it. The chain leg made a loud clinking noise when she moved it, so she made sure to keep still. "Aren't we waiting for the fights to ge-" yet, again, the boy was cut off, and to this he grunted, his face scrunching up with a light anger. "We are waiting to see everybody at their best.. If they go full power, that is.. Then once we know what we're up against, Mel remains here, I circle around to the opposite side of the area, and you walk between us, still remaining at the top of the seating area, and keeping yourself hidden. Then we can move on them.." he said, making sure they knew the plan through and through. With that they nodded in unison, no more questions coming up about the situation.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,044	66	24	2,454	659	Upon hearing his name, Gelato suddenly turned away from Kota to look toward the fighting arena, his name had been called out, it was his time, finally to fight, though he couldn't help but feel worried, as his stomach growled the longer he stood still. Gelato let out a chuckle, taking the black mini top hat off his head, the dinosaur taking off his white chef like suitjacket at the same time, before comically dropping them into kota's hands with a large smirk, the albino white and light pink scaled Giras spoke up. "Looks like that's me! Hey, be a good sport and hold these for me, would you? Don't forget to cheer! Going to need all the moral support I can get when I go fight this little guy!" With that, Gelato flexed, building up his confidence before he stomped into the arena, listening to the cheers of the crowd wanting a entertaining match made him happy, he could give the crowd what they wanted, and not only that but build up a fanbase, small sure, but some fans would be better than none, at least! Gelato roared, causing a trembling echo to boom from his maw, which only sought to excite the watching small crowd further, and after pleasing the watching collective of different viewers, Gelato grinned, turning his head toward who appeared to be Napalm, a strong looking individual, with what appeared to be gloves coated entirely in some sort of tarish liquid, but before Gelato could question him, the man punched both fists together, igniting both of his gloves ENTIRELY in flames, which like moths of a flame, pun intended, made the crowd roar in anticipation. "So... Cha happen to me my opponent, eh fatty? Nothin' but an' overgrown, t-bone steak! I'l knock ya' out inna couple o' moves and chunk ya' procine ass outta the ring fasta' than ya' can rush to a' all ya' can eat, buffet! Kekekekeke~!" Gelato frowned, and poked his pot bellied stomach, tilting his head at the mans interesting speech and at his words, wondering if he was trying to insult him or if he was saying something completely different, but instead of waiting, the huge dinosaur spoke up, smiling cheerfully. "Uh... c- come again? I didn't catch what you said...! Could you repeat some of that? I- if it wouldn't be too much to ask, ofcourse!" Napalm grimaced at Gelato, causing the well maintained, fire fisted man to clench his fists tight, yelling at the top of his lungs so that even Gelato would be able to hear him, ready to charge at the giras with all his strength, insulting the Giras as to try and make him lose his guard. "Grr... I SAID YER' A FAT, FLIPPING FOOL YA' DUMBASS DISTENDED DINO!" To napalms surprise, Gelato was able to hear what he said, but hearing it was not what bothered him, Gelato's expression busted into a massive smile, as if the insult thrown at him was actually complimentary! A thin blush pushed past the Giras' slightly round cheeks, stuttering with his words as he spoke, wings flapping in shyness, and in a rather odd fashion, his huge tail flapped around to the front, which Gelato hugged, feeling embarrassed from what he perceived to be a friendly remark. "Aww~! You mean it? You're not just saying that? Nobodies ever been so friendly to me outright before!" Napalms mouth opened agape, dumbfounded at the actions and words of what Gelato had to say, but the only noise to come out of his mouth was a muffled plethora of confused mumblings followed by a single noise. "EEEEEH?!" Gelato controlled himself, whilst letting his tail go, before getting into a battle ready stance, the ring under him cracking from the weight of his large form. Gelato proudly smirked. "But I'm not going to go easy on you just because you complimented me! So get ready to defend yourself, okay, Napalm?!" Napalm could only scream in sheer rage before firing off ahead toward Gelato, flames coating his gloves he quickly appeared in close combat with his foe, without skipping a breathe, Napalm fired a punch toward his enemies stomach, however, Gelato wasn't so quick as to simply allow a free hit to be dealt, and so immediately pushed his arms out into a defencive block, easily taking the firey punch to the arms, his strong bones and thick scales able to easily reduce the damage he would have recieved were he a little more flimsy. Gelato then in a surprising turn gripped napalms wrists by twisting his large clawed hands, holding him at his mercy. "Sorry about this...!" He apologetically spoke, before the massive Giras reared his head back and send it straight into napalms face with the driving force of a massive ton hammer, the connection made broke Napalms nose in the process, causing him to let out a grimacing grunt, unable to fall due to still being in Gelato's grip. Mercifully, Gelato let his foe fall, but before he could hit the ground, Gelato smirked, he knew Napalm wouldn't be out of the count so soon, something quick and easy? No, he knew he was being tricked, and to counter act, Gelato raised a leg up and drove it down, intent on stomping on his foe. Napalm had seen it coming, and before he could deal significant damage, the quick fire fisted male rolled out of the way, backflipping onto his feet on as moments notice, before delivering a punch straight into Gelato's gut area, only to find his fist rebounding effortlessly off it. "Gah, fine, If I can't go for the front, I'l head for your back!" Strafing to the left, Napalm laughed and proceeded to go for the Giras' blindside, however before his fist could make contact, Napalm felt a sudden heavy weight slam into his side, As Gelato's tail smashed into him, knocking the oblivious human onto his stomach. "You know uh... I have a tail right? Big one? Pretty heavy! But hey, nice try! But I need to move onto the next round so...!" Gelato nonchalantly walked over to his opponent and lifted him up by his legs, roaring, he started to spin his human foe around like a toy in a childs hands, twirling and twirling him around several times until suddenly letting go with a powerful shout, and as he threw his foe, he launched straight into the air, before falling back down at twice the speed he was launched. With the crowd cheering, Gelato decided to make the finishing blow, charging up strength in his fist, ready to strike as he let out one focused pummelling strike, which as the human was about to land connected, sending Napalm by the force of the dinosaurs fist hurdling out of the arena, causing Gelato to become the victor from ring out. Gelato proudly drummed his plump abdomen whilst he flexed victoriously, roaring once more for the crowd before walking off back to the fighters section, grinning at Kota, hoping he enjoyed the fight, while taking his stuff off his hands, wearing them again. "What did you think? Pretty cool, right?" Before he could get an answer however, Gelatos stomach grumbled once more like it was on a timer, which made the Giras clutch it in comical agony. "B- but m- maybe we should go look for something more edible though...! I'm famished...!"	Name: Gelato Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Giras (( Hey, i figured it would be a nice choice xp since it is a canon race and nobody picked it, plus i think they're totaly underrated xp )) Fighting Style: A mix between professional wrestling and the fictional Mishima Style Fighting Karate. Abilities: Enhanced physical strength: Improved strength over regular human beings. Merry-go-round gum: a regular ability which all giras possess is to produce a sticky and durable gum like substance named merry go round gum which can be used to tie and bind opponents, making them vulnerable to assault and can only be broken via ones strength own strength or an incredibly powerful blast of ki such as via a kamehameha. Flight: Using a set of wings, Gelato is able to fly, lacking the ability to fly using ki yet. Appearance: Gelato takes the standard shape of a bulky slightly rotund Giras, and supports a set of small spiked horns along his wrists and neck. along with a standard horn upon his snout. His main colour scheme is also radically different from a regular Giras, suffering from Albinism which gives his frontal body colour a pure white pigment (rather than green), but does not suffer from having a red eye colour, and instead possesses dark brown chocolate coloured eyes, his back colour, instead of being a dark blue is instead a lightish pink, his claws are also a bright light yellow colour. When not in a fight, Gelato wears a miniature tiny black tophat upon his head and a chefs jacket around his chest area, which only covers his chest, due to size issues. Biography: Normally all Giras are raised in their tribe and live among each other till the end of their days, however as an egg, Gelato was carried off by predators and was going to end up being killed off before he was born, it was only lucky that hunters, seeking to get a big meal were able to stop his egg from being devoured, and was unintentionally saved as the hunters also, along with taking the beasts carcass, took the eggs to cook as well. Had he been a second too late, he might have ended up served on a plate, as he unconsciously struggled in his own egg before being ready, surprising the human hunters as Gelato broke from his egg, alive and well. The humans turned out to luckily not be sadistic monsters, and didn't kill Gelato, instead deciding to raise him, which unintentionally became a problem during the Giras' early life, due to his tendency to be picked on for his albinism, and his uncontrollable tantrums from being pushed around, causing Gelato to lash out violently at others. It came to a point where he would have to be schooled by a tutor, which proved to be a costly decision, and so, under the noses of his parents, secretly brawled illegally, stole and took dangerous jobs as a teenager to pay for the tutoring himself, feeling guilty for what his father and mother would have to go through. The constant fighting, and jobs helped to pay for his learning, and also helped improve himself as a fighter, however it wouldn't take long for his parents to find out about his fighting habits, but luckily not his thievery. Gelato was forbidden from fighting claiming it promoted his violent tendencies, however this would only see him lash out more, until a certain man approached him, Leonardo Valentine, A professional fighter and trainer, interested in teaching self defence, having never seen a Giras before, he claimed it would not only be beneficial to Gelato, but a challenge for himself to train the beast, being able to persuade his parents that this would help to improve his strength, make him stronger and help him release any pent up anger brewing within him. After enough persuading which took days to go through, his parents gave up at saying no, and allowed him to train with Valentine, helping to train him in the use of Professional Wrestling techniques and foreign unforeseen quick and powerful fighting moves Gelato had never seen before. To make a long story short, Gelato studied with Leonardo and continued his learning studies at the same time, helping to improve and enhance his fighting prowess, and make him a better fighter, with each loss, he would get closer to improving himself, and that was all the determination the Giras would need, taking in skills from his parents as well such as cooking, and maintaining himself, he was able to be taught in all the correct places, and left his home two years later to follow Valentine and continue his training at age 22, becoming more independent as a result. With more improvements having come, and hearing about the new tournament coming up, Gelato couldn't hold himself back from wanting to compete, it would be a great way for him to get stronger, whether he wins or loses, though he wouldn't mind wining, but that would depend on his opponents power... What would be waiting for him would be a mystery.
3,045	66	25	894	493	Alright everybody! Time to make things BIG! said James, growing nearer the tournament ring. "You've seen everybody fight! Now let's s-" he was cut off however, at the sound of a pitter patter of feet, and a single shout. "WAIT WAIT WAIT!" was screamed from the mouth of a scrawny man who had just been given the news. "There's two new guys here.." they said, as they came up to James. "Well they're late they c... Ah whatever, bring em in.." he said, the scrawny man handing him a paper and waddling away. "Sorry for the delay everybody! And now! For the final fight of the beginning few! Maximuuuus! VERSUS! Arnold Lenard Strong-Arm?" he said, his voice trailing off at the end. He would shame his head, hand hands in the air as he waited for both opponents to step into the ring. He was quite ready for things to get more heated, and despite all the fun is was having, it was taking longer than he first thought it would. No matter, the possible yield in cash from this tourney would be grand, he was sure of it.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,046	66	26	2,638	1,519	Daishin ran his hand through his hand with a sigh. Resorting to his roar so early in the competition was the last thing he wanted to do. His opponent wasn't the most challenging he could have faced but he didn't account for his tenacity and let his guard down. If that was the person I'm looking for I'd probably be dead, roar or no roar... The thought made him grip the bench beneath him causing it to splinter. Watching the subsequent matches he knew if he had to use the roar so early then he had his work cut out for him. All the competitors were skilled in their own right. Maybe none more so than the girl who gave her opponent a hair cut in front of the crowd. Watching her--the precision in her technique, her speed--Daishin fought using his instinct but how far could that get him against an foe like her. The more he dwelled on it the more his desire to find out grew. This thirst for battle was something he never knew until he left out on his search. His thoughts were interrupted by the fighter in the pointed hat. Daishin didn't register what Seji had said at first. Despite his show of sportsmanship earlier he wasn't here to make small talk with the competition. "Sorry if I seem rude but I'd rather not-wait what did you say!?" Daishin jumped to his feet staring intently at the man before him.	Name: Daishin Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Half human/Half dragonoid - Dragonoids are an alien race similar to the Saiyans in the sense that they are a warrior race. While they're lust for battle is tame compared to the Saiyans they are a formidable race. As their name suggests they are a people that possess the properties of dragons having tough partially scaled skin, are able to endure extreme temperatures, and let out earth shattering roars. Dragonoids bodies heal faster than most given that they properly rest so a week of recovery for a nomal human is 2-3 days for a Dragonoid. While they can live comfortably in high temperatures, in low temps their movements become hindered as well as their ability to react. Despite this they are very fierce and were able to fend off an invasion of the Saiyans long ago. Fighting Style: Daishin is an fierce fighter combining speed and ingenuity to create openings in his opponents defenses and strike with quick punishing blows. Despite having no former training his instincts for battle are without match. Abilities: Dragon's Wrath - When Dragonoids fight the markings on their faces begin to flash creating a sense of overwhelming pressure in their opponents as they look at it which can cause them to doubt and hesitate in their actions. Dragon's Roar - All Dragonoids possess the ability to emit powerful roars. However, each Dragonoids roar has a distinct effect e.g. fire breath. When Dragonoids first develop this ability it starts as just a pressure blast then evolves and gains powers specific to to individual. Daishin's has yet to evolve. Appearance: Biography: Daishin lived a quiet life with his mother and father in a small mountain village. His father was a Dragonoid though he never revealed this to his son. Or at least he never had a chance. One day his father began to act strangely, he was anxious and most of all scared. Daishin's mother was out shopping so his father only had time to grab him and fly him elsewhere before returning to the house to confront what he knew was coming. By the time Daishin made it back to the village he found his home burning to the ground and his father lying in front, deceased. In his anguish he let out his first sorrow filled roar. After some consoling and calming down from the other villagers he asked about his mother but none of them could attest to her whereabouts or even if she was still alive. Daishin made his decision then: he would go out and find his mother then find the one who killed his father. That was a year and a half ago. Even though he hasn't found any trace of his mother or the his father's killer. As the other villagers described it his father fought with the killer while protecting the village which was ultimately what cost him his life. Daishin never knew his father had ever thrown a punch let alone knew martial arts. Which is why he's decided to enter the latest tournament hoping to learn something about the killer and use the prize money to help in his search for his mother.
3,047	66	27	1,633	2,323	Strong-Arm looks up slightly when he heard his named was called, a confidant smile under his mustache as he walked towards the door leading to the ring. Sometime during the last round apparently Strong-Arm had put on a blue buttoned shirt with long sleeves, though no one seemed to notice. (Entrance Theme: ) As Strong-Arm entered into view of the crowd they began to cheer, a prideful smile on him as he walked up the steps to the ring, he looked to the crowd, yet again it seemed like sparkles were floating around his head, which only made the cheering intensify. It would seem as if Strong-Arm was known around these parts as most of the crowd chanted his name. While Strong-Arm was keeping the crowds attention, Maximus had begun to calmly walk towards the door leading to the ring, his heavy footfalls making a thudding sound as he passed the other competitors. (Entrance Theme: ) When Maximus came into view, the crowd noticeably quieted down as they took in the sight of the robotic like armored being, some people whispered amongst themselves whereas the other's who were still cheering for Strong-Arm began to tell him to beat down the armored man. Even though most of the crowds attitude had changed Strong-Arm didn't look fazed as he watched Maximus walk onto the ring, coming to a stop next to himself almost two meters apart, Strong-Arm had to look up slightly to look into what he believed to be Maximus's eye's. ( ) "I'll have you know that even though you wear that armor that will not protect you from me" Strong-Arm boasted confidently as he pointed his right index finger to Maximus before pointing his thumb to himself, causing Maximus to tilt his head ever so slightly. "I, Arnold Lenard Strong-Arm!" He exclaimed as he took off his shirt and threw it out of the ring, before he flexed his bulky muscles in a few poses. "The Strong-Arm family line have been known around these parts for generations! our fighting technique is legendary! from a young age we were trained to punch through wooden planks, then stone slabs, and finally through sheet metal, on the end of these strong arms are Iron Fists that will make scrap metal of that armor or yours!" Strong-Arm declared valiantly with a large smile under his mustache which caused the crowd to cheer loudly, if Maximus could smirk he would be doing so right now. Maximus nodded understandingly to Strong-Arm and held his right hand out to Strong-Arm. Arnold stared at the armored being holding out it's hand to him for a few seconds before taking it in his own before they shook hands. With that done Maximus turned around and walked a few steps away before taking his position, turning once again to face his opponent, it appeared the Strong-Arm had done the same, but whereas Strong-Arm had dropped into a fighting stance, Maximus had remained standing up strait with his arms to his sides. Maximus knew that this fight wasn't going to be fair for Strong-Arm, he had a read on the mans power level and though it was definitely higher than the average power level around the planet it was nowhere near Maximus's level, so to be nice to the guy, Maximus greatly lowered his energy levels so he wouldn't knock Strong-Arm out with one hit. A Gong sounded and the Battle began. (Battle Theme: ) Strong-Arm charged forward with a look of intense focus before he jumped into the air, bringing his right arm back while doing so, when his jump reached it's apex and he began to descend towards Maximus he brought his right arm forward with his hand clutched in a fist aimed right for Maximus's head. Having ample time to estimate his movement Maximus quickly sidestepped Strong-Arm's attack at the last second, Strong-Arm's fist slammed into the ground with a loud whack, cracking the stone tiled floor slightly. While most would have cringed at this Strong-Arm looked unfazed as he quickly recovered and jumped back from Maximus, his knuckles seemed slightly swollen but that was all. Maximus slowly closed his hands into fists and he slipped into a defensive boxer stance, tilting his head down slightly, Strong-Arm smiled as he repositioned himself, taking his own stance that seemed to mirror Maximus's. This time the two both charged at each other, the crowd was a mix of focusing on the fight and cheering on Strong-Arm as he and the armored being fought. Maximus ducked under a left swing from Strong-Arm, then he ducked under another before jumping back two meters, his sight locked onto his opponent, then he charged forward, Strong-Arm threw a pre-emptive right jab but Maximus ducked under it before delivering a right hand palm strike to Strong-Arm's chest, the impact knocked the wind from him as he was sent flying back a few meters before landing on the hard stone tiled flooring of the ring. Maximus eased up his stance as he watched Strong-Arm get to his feet, a faint bruise forming on his chest where he was struck. "impressive, even with that armor you're able to move quickly and strike with incredible force..." Strong-Arm said before he dropped back into his fighting stance. "but that speed and force will quickly diminish as this fight continues, because no matter how much protection that armor gives you it'll only weigh you down in the end!" Strong-Arm exclaimed as he broke into a sprint towards his opponent, Maximus went to sidestep his opponents charge but didn't expect Strong-Arm to be expecting him to sidestep him, thus leading to Maximus getting hit with a left shoulder charge that hit with full force, the attack knocked him back a few steps and in those few steps Strong-Arm quickly closed the distance. As Maximus began to regain is footing Strong-Arm began his assault, a right jab hit Maximus square in his face that knocked his head back slightly as a metal clang rang out, as his head came forward after the hit another metal clang rang out as he was hit again by a left cross jarring his head to the right, another clang sounded through the air as right hook slammed into the side of Maximus's head making his head jerk to the left as he was forced to step back with each hit on him bringing him closer to the edge of the ring. Strong-Arm's attack wasn't over as he got in close and hit with a left uppercut that was quickly followed by a right uppercut jarring Maximus's head up twice in a row, knocking him back further, when it seemed that Maximus was finally going to regain his balance Strong-Arm closed in and bashed his head against Maximus's head making him back up more until he was just at the edge of the ring, Strong-Arm couldn't help but grin as he readied for the final blow. "you're finished!" Strong-Arm declared as he brought down an overhand right punch to knock Maximus out of the ring, only for his right hand to be caught in the armored grasp of Maximus's left hand. ( ) Strong-Arm's eye's widened in shock as Maximus slowly looked into his eye's, the crowd who was cheering loudly had went silent as they watched. "what?! how is this possible?!, I put all my strength behind that punch, I had you on the ropes, you were going down!" Strong-Arm said in an astounded tone as his arm was slowly pushed back in an iron grip as Maximus stood to his full height of seven feet tall, looking down on his bewildered opponent. . "There is more to me, than meets the eye..." Maximus droned in his robotic tone before he lifted Strong-Arm off the ground with his left hand that was still holding onto Strong-arm's right hand, Strong-Arm struggled as hard as he could to get free but to no avail, Maximus turned around and held Strong-Arm over the edge of the ring, knowing what Maximus intended to do he held onto Maximus's arm with his left hand, but doing so wouldn't help as Maximus sent a left kick into Strong-Arm's stomach which sent him flying onto the ground below with a thud. Maximus had won the match, the crowd was silent for a few moments before the broke into cheering, Strong-Arm coughed a few times from the kick before he sat up and looked up to the looming armored being looking down at him. Before he could say something he seen an armored hand being extended to him, Strong-Arm slowly smiled as he took the hand before he was pulled back up into the ring. Strong-Arm had begun dusting himself off before he noticed that his stomach and chest was bruised from where he was kicked where the palm strike hand landed, his knuckles were bruised and bleeding, his left shoulder was bruised and swollen then he felt that blood was trailing down the side of his head from where he had headbutt Maximus, but besides that he was fine, but what bothered him was that he didn't even leave a dent in Maximus's armor. . "you fought well and with skill, but you must tell me, what is your armor made of?" Strong-Arm asked with genuine curiosity, to answer this Maximus had turned away from Strong-Arm and looked over his right shoulder back to him. . "I am not wearing armor..." Maximus droned to Strong-Arm before looking ahead as be made his way off the ring and back into the waiting room with the other competitors as Strong-Arm made his way to leave the tournament to receive some medical treatment for his injuries which he would later find out were fractured knuckles, ribs, left shoudler and a slightly fractured skull. Maximus wordlessly passed by the other competitors as he went to his previous position by the back entrance of the fighters waiting room.	Name: Maximus Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Android Personality: he doesn't like to talk much, but he's a good guy, he's loyal to those he see's as allies, and show's little mercy to his enemies. Fighting Style: Maximus has no preference as to what he uses in combat, whatever seems to work better is what he goes with, be it blasting his opponents from afar, or facing them in close combat, he has a database filled with most known arts of hand to hand combat. Aura/Ki Color: Silver Abilities: Energy/Ki Sensing: he can scan energy signatures from others from a great distance depending on how powerful they are. Flight: using his energy he can fly, if he funnels his energy through the boosters on his back he can fly even faster. Energy Blasts/Beams: he can fire normal sized blasts or beams of energy from his hands. Heightened Strength, Speed, Stamina, Endurance and Durability: being an Android, Maximus is far stronger than a regular human could ever hope to be, from being able to lift heavy steel cargo creates easily, run faster than most racing land vehicles and do so for a long time without stopping, to being tough enough to take on a barrage of gunfire without even flinching, and being able to take a hit and keep on going. Regeneration: microscopic self reproducing nanobots that reside inside Maximus's body repair him if he's ever seriously injured, regardless of the type of injury, but each type of injury takes different amounts of time to repair, small cuts in his armor take seconds, large gashes take minutes, a whole limb would take anywhere from half an hour to hours, and if he was ever blown to smithereens it could take anywhere from a few days to weeks, the nanobots in a way act as Maximus's "blood" that glows light blue, they course though his mechanical body on standby in case they are needed, any "blood" lost would be replaced by the nanobots making more "blood" he stands at seven feet tall Biography: Maximus was a little project a secret organisation put together, with the realisation that there are beings on earth with extraordinary strength and powers, they knew that if ever an incident arose with one of these beings that local law enforcement, let alone the military was going to stand little to no chance, so they began to funnel their funds into Maximus, a guardian of humanity, their solution to these powerful beings, it took many years of trail and error, but soon enough the pieces began coming together, and eventually Maximus was made, he went though many tests of physical strength, speed, and endurance that would have easily killed an athletic human being, other tests were done, but in the end their guardian had been made, and what made him different from the other machines they had tried to make in place of him was that not only could he learn and adapt, but he could become stronger over time, after testing was done and his creators with proud of their work, they set him loose upon the world, trusting him to do what they hade made him for. Other: Being an Android has some benefits, besides not feeling pain, he doesn't give off an energy signature, he doesn't need to breath like some living beings, thus allowing him to fight under water or in the vacuum of space, another thing to note is that he is resistant to various environments like extreme heat and freezing cold. Theme -
3,048	66	28	894	493	James once again walked to the edge of the arena, hands in the air, microphone in hand. "From the strongest to the weakest you've seen it all folks! Now it's time for you're strongest to meet the strongest! Ji-" suddenly he cross up, beginning to tremble with fear, looking up at the stands. Moments after the first fight had ended, a certain Namekian made the call. With that, he dashed across the stands, and his lackey, Dreyar, went half way. With a nod to another, they ripped their cloaks from their body. The namekian smiled a toothy grin, as he began to leap down the chairs, landing just at the bottom. Near the arena. So followed Dreyar and Mel. With every jump from Mel, a hefty KLING! Clunk! Clank! echoed out quickly gaining the announcers attention. "B-Duh-Ah-EVERYBODY! Make your way to the exit immediat-" he tried to speak, but he was cut off by a swift jab to his gut from Mel, who closed the gap between them in record time, despite her chained leg and banded arm. James spat drool just as he began to collapse. Dreyar, seeing this as a time to shine, took flight, making a quick rush over the arena, snatching the microphone as they fell. "Thanks for the money! And the quick show too!" he said, just as the announcer was hoisted over Mel's arm, and thrown into the arena, the fall giving off a loud THUNK and a squeal of pain from the man. Not wasting any time, Dreyar dropped the microphone, and with one arm, grabbed Mel, the only none flying person in their group. Manetta grabbed her other, handed arm, and as fast as they entered, they were up and flying off in moments, prize money in hand. The whole ordeal couldn't have taken much more than three minutes. Quickly, many people began to floor the exit, security at the front gate pushing last to see exactly what was happening. The scrawny man, who had before told about the new contestants picked up the microphone. He was in a panic, and was sweating quite badly. This could ruin his business! And they took the prize money, the contestants could sue or worse! "U-uh! Everybody! Remain calms! If you were one of the winners in the current tourney, pl-please.. This message is for you!" he shouted, running a hand through his hair, eyeing the security as they made sure the original announcer was still alright. He then took a long deep breaths, his breathing echoing through the speakers, causing his eyes to widen. "Er-uh! If you can uh... Help uh, get back the prize money from those people and uh.. Maybe turn them into the police or something well.. There's a prize in it for you! Including the stolen zeni!" he said beginning to shout. Making himself fully clear, he finished off with a few final words. "J-James and I would appreciate it if you put a stop to them... Once and for all..." with that, he dropped the microphone rushing down to the spot where James had been heaved. He was facing up, the security guards keeping him up. He was bleeding from the fall, and was quite banged up, but he could survive. People however, continued to rush the edit, many shouts being Bullard all across the area. The stands now left empty, with only small groups of people lingering in the area. The attack left many in a daze, but once the group had flown off, it became a small stampede for a short amount of time. Now however, was a time for reaction. Everybody heard the small man. Everybody knew what to do. Especially one man, who seemed to be whispering to himself, "P-O-W-E-R." And pretending to punch the air.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,049	66	29	1,633	2,323	While inside the waiting room Maximus was once again waiting for his turn to fight another opponent, but then something happened, his scanners picked up three new energy signatures approaching the tournament and they were close. He tilted his head up to look out the widows to the ring, he noticed the announcer begin to start the next rounds when suddenly he stopped talking and began to tremble. This caught Maximus's attention, but he remained still as he assumed the reason being was that the energy signature's his scanners picked up were the cause of the announcers fear. Maximus was correct, just after the announcer began to tell the viewers to leave the three beings his scanners picked up had dashed across the stands and made their way to the ring towards the announcer. One of the three closed in on the announcer before he even had time to react and was hit with a jab to his gut making him reel in pain. Seeing this made Maximus clench his hands into fists, more so when he watched the announcer get thrown into the ring and landing on the stone tiles, they would pay for doing so, Maximus promised that. Although this was happening Maximus didn't bother to rush out the entrance to the ring to try and come to the announcers aid, having estimated that the likelihood of the other fighters doing so as well, instead he waited for the three offenders to take their leave, and then he left out the exit he was standing beside calmly. He didn't wait to hear the staff member from before pick up the microphone and ask for help, nor did he have any interest in a reward, he wanted justice to be served, and he would deliver it. With a faint flicker of Maximus's silver aura he slowly hovered into the air, looked in the direction the offenders energy signatures went, and began to fly after them, when he was a decent height in the air he funneled energy into his boosters on his back, they glowed brightly before he blasted off in pursuit of the offenders, shattering the sound barrier while doing do. The sonic boom Maximus created shook the ground making some of the fleeing citizens cower and duck their heads, and disturbed the birds resting in the tree's nearby.	Name: Maximus Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Android Personality: he doesn't like to talk much, but he's a good guy, he's loyal to those he see's as allies, and show's little mercy to his enemies. Fighting Style: Maximus has no preference as to what he uses in combat, whatever seems to work better is what he goes with, be it blasting his opponents from afar, or facing them in close combat, he has a database filled with most known arts of hand to hand combat. Aura/Ki Color: Silver Abilities: Energy/Ki Sensing: he can scan energy signatures from others from a great distance depending on how powerful they are. Flight: using his energy he can fly, if he funnels his energy through the boosters on his back he can fly even faster. Energy Blasts/Beams: he can fire normal sized blasts or beams of energy from his hands. Heightened Strength, Speed, Stamina, Endurance and Durability: being an Android, Maximus is far stronger than a regular human could ever hope to be, from being able to lift heavy steel cargo creates easily, run faster than most racing land vehicles and do so for a long time without stopping, to being tough enough to take on a barrage of gunfire without even flinching, and being able to take a hit and keep on going. Regeneration: microscopic self reproducing nanobots that reside inside Maximus's body repair him if he's ever seriously injured, regardless of the type of injury, but each type of injury takes different amounts of time to repair, small cuts in his armor take seconds, large gashes take minutes, a whole limb would take anywhere from half an hour to hours, and if he was ever blown to smithereens it could take anywhere from a few days to weeks, the nanobots in a way act as Maximus's "blood" that glows light blue, they course though his mechanical body on standby in case they are needed, any "blood" lost would be replaced by the nanobots making more "blood" he stands at seven feet tall Biography: Maximus was a little project a secret organisation put together, with the realisation that there are beings on earth with extraordinary strength and powers, they knew that if ever an incident arose with one of these beings that local law enforcement, let alone the military was going to stand little to no chance, so they began to funnel their funds into Maximus, a guardian of humanity, their solution to these powerful beings, it took many years of trail and error, but soon enough the pieces began coming together, and eventually Maximus was made, he went though many tests of physical strength, speed, and endurance that would have easily killed an athletic human being, other tests were done, but in the end their guardian had been made, and what made him different from the other machines they had tried to make in place of him was that not only could he learn and adapt, but he could become stronger over time, after testing was done and his creators with proud of their work, they set him loose upon the world, trusting him to do what they hade made him for. Other: Being an Android has some benefits, besides not feeling pain, he doesn't give off an energy signature, he doesn't need to breath like some living beings, thus allowing him to fight under water or in the vacuum of space, another thing to note is that he is resistant to various environments like extreme heat and freezing cold. Theme -
3,050	66	30	1,633	2,323	Seji chuckled. "Is the surprise coming from me knowing anout dragonoids, one of my past teachers being one, or my titles as the Ethereal Sage? I doubt it's the latter, as I am by no means the greatest sage alive." Seji seemed amused by the dragonoid's emotional display. Before the conversation could continue, the namekian and his companions showed up and raised hell. They were in and out before anyone could really respond. Seji waited, before hearing the offer for money. "Well...that's The only encouragement I need." Seji whispered a few arcane syllables, before his cloak seemed to rip open to accommodate a pair of huge leathery wings that sprouted from his back. "I bid you, adieu, Dragonoid. We'll have to talk more later, I'm curious about you." He flapped upward, before taking off in the direction of the energy sognatures. He expected he would eb able to get there first and defeat them with his magic before anyone else got there. However, a moment later Seji heard a sonic boom, and turned his head to see a metallic man flying past. Seji whistled in appreciation of the obviously powerful android, and did his best to keep up. "Mind if I hitch a ride!?" He yelled to Maximus, beating his wings furiously in a failed attempt to keep up, "We'd work better together!"	Name: Maximus Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Android Personality: he doesn't like to talk much, but he's a good guy, he's loyal to those he see's as allies, and show's little mercy to his enemies. Fighting Style: Maximus has no preference as to what he uses in combat, whatever seems to work better is what he goes with, be it blasting his opponents from afar, or facing them in close combat, he has a database filled with most known arts of hand to hand combat. Aura/Ki Color: Silver Abilities: Energy/Ki Sensing: he can scan energy signatures from others from a great distance depending on how powerful they are. Flight: using his energy he can fly, if he funnels his energy through the boosters on his back he can fly even faster. Energy Blasts/Beams: he can fire normal sized blasts or beams of energy from his hands. Heightened Strength, Speed, Stamina, Endurance and Durability: being an Android, Maximus is far stronger than a regular human could ever hope to be, from being able to lift heavy steel cargo creates easily, run faster than most racing land vehicles and do so for a long time without stopping, to being tough enough to take on a barrage of gunfire without even flinching, and being able to take a hit and keep on going. Regeneration: microscopic self reproducing nanobots that reside inside Maximus's body repair him if he's ever seriously injured, regardless of the type of injury, but each type of injury takes different amounts of time to repair, small cuts in his armor take seconds, large gashes take minutes, a whole limb would take anywhere from half an hour to hours, and if he was ever blown to smithereens it could take anywhere from a few days to weeks, the nanobots in a way act as Maximus's "blood" that glows light blue, they course though his mechanical body on standby in case they are needed, any "blood" lost would be replaced by the nanobots making more "blood" he stands at seven feet tall Biography: Maximus was a little project a secret organisation put together, with the realisation that there are beings on earth with extraordinary strength and powers, they knew that if ever an incident arose with one of these beings that local law enforcement, let alone the military was going to stand little to no chance, so they began to funnel their funds into Maximus, a guardian of humanity, their solution to these powerful beings, it took many years of trail and error, but soon enough the pieces began coming together, and eventually Maximus was made, he went though many tests of physical strength, speed, and endurance that would have easily killed an athletic human being, other tests were done, but in the end their guardian had been made, and what made him different from the other machines they had tried to make in place of him was that not only could he learn and adapt, but he could become stronger over time, after testing was done and his creators with proud of their work, they set him loose upon the world, trusting him to do what they hade made him for. Other: Being an Android has some benefits, besides not feeling pain, he doesn't give off an energy signature, he doesn't need to breath like some living beings, thus allowing him to fight under water or in the vacuum of space, another thing to note is that he is resistant to various environments like extreme heat and freezing cold. Theme -
3,051	66	31	1,498	871	Vanina’s eyes went wide at the sight of Kota’s tail. “You’re… Saiyan?!” She would be unable to question him more due to the ensuing theft. Her mouth went agape at the sight of the flying foes; you had to be a particularly powerful being to know how to fly, and two of them would be a problem. She had no choice but to chase after them, because with no money Vanina wouldn’t be able to eat tonight. Turning to Kota and the other contestants, Vanina motioned for them to follow. “Come, we must stop the Namekian and his allies!” She’d then rush into a swift run after the thieves, watching as Maximus and Seji disappeared into the distance. “Damn, I hope they leave something for the rest of us…”	Name: Vanina Age: 62 Gender: Female Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren’t natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death. Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms. Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human. Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina’s attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots. Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia’s capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she’d rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…
3,052	66	32	1,234	1,040	Everything happened so fast. Yoyo was waiting eagerly for the announcement of the next fight, fingers crossed it was her and someone interesting. Like that large robot-looking dude, or either of the reptilian beings, or perhaps that unique 6 armed woman (she wondered if she was simply born with the six arms, or was she perhaps using some form of the 'Four Witches Technique'...or even some other shape changing technique, while rare they weren't un heard of. She had studied form-shifting skills while back at home but only in scrolls rather than training. She had wanted to learn some of her schools form altering skills but her father and grand father kept telling her 'she simply wasn't ready nor suited for such techniques' stubborn old goats ) And while lost in this train of thought ting odd seeming bandits leapt from the crowed, exuding a sense of power, skill, and confidence told her instincts they weren't like the weakling show off she had fought earlier. The next thing she knew they were flying off. With the money. With HER money. She stammered in stunned inaction for a moment as a few of the other tournament goers took up the hunt after the villains. She felt her temper flair and her blood boil as the audacity of those brigands taking her meal tickit filled her mind. With a focus of effort she activated her 'Tigers leap' skill, and with a jump that seemed to onlookers to take the same effort as a simply skip she bounded up into the air and clear out of the arena. She landed on outside, on some poor civilian fleeing the screen, but without so much as a 'sorry' she bounded off again ( and she was fairly sure as she bounded off the person they grunted the word 'POWER' in pain ). Now she was focusing her jump to have maximum forward velocity so it was as if she was running along the ground with each bound taking amazing amounts of distance. She wasn't exactly closing fast on the villians but she could see them and was not losing ground. "I'll teach you to steal from a Tiger!" She called in fury.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,053	66	33	1,174	263	Seji watched the machine blast off. He sighed internally, flapping his wings slower to conserve energy. "Well, shit." He looked down below to see one woman leaping to keep up. She was doing a damn good job too. He winced when he saw her crash land on poor, poor Mr. Power, whose humorous cry of "Power!" did not lesson the harsh reality of his injury. Seji still chuckled anyways. Seji looked at the slowly shrinking silhouette of Maximus. He hoped that the robot wasn't able to handle it all before Seji arrived. Seji had need of that prize money, and besides that, the chance to interview a Namekian was a rare one. Plus, he had sensed a lot of raw ki energy coming off of the other male. Seji wondered if perhaps this individual might be a fellow Ki Mystic. If not, then he would be easily dealt with with a few spells.	Name: Jinshi Kyori Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Makyan Fighting Style: Martial Arts, Jinshi focus' on brutal and efficient melee attacks to ware down foes as well as attempts to put them off balance for brutal grapples and throws. Preferring to use Ki blasts as a strategic force rather than a violent one. Abilities: Jinshi is only capable of basic flight and a simple, weak Ki blast. Appearance: The picture bellow is only an example of Jinshi's basic features as a Makyan. His hair is similar as in the picture, only it's Jet black in colour and his skin tone is a fleshy orange he stands at roughly 6 foot tall and he wears human clothing. Biography: Jinshi is a Makyan raised by humans on Earth, his years as one of 'the odd ones out' in society has produced a stoic and calm nature in the young man who prefers to spend his time training his martial arts rather than mingle with the hustle and bustle of traditional human life. Jinshi is very thankful to his human parents for their care but has since moved away from them seeking to expand and master his martial arts. Jinshi is not a competative person but he gets excited as the prospect of someone stronger than him being out there, he's a dedicated trainer but by no means a stick in the mud, he enjoys relaxing and having a joke or two.
3,054	66	34	894	493	The trio would, having got the upper hand, he quite a while away. Though they weren't moving fast, as Mel was quite heavy. Suddenly they'd hear a loud booming in the distance. Dreyar shook lightly, and the three powered to the ground. "They're following us! We need to get ready for a fight!" the youngest one, Dreyar, would shout, in quite a distressed mood, as he paced back and forth. "Yes yes, I understand. Get ready, would you?" the namekian said, glancing at both of his lackeys. They nodded to him, then to one another, before turning around. Mel would stand behind the boy, then Dreyar would begin to lightly charge his ki. Nothing big, no, just a light gathering of his abilities. The moment he saw one of the men or women show up, he would throw off a flurry of ki blasts at them. Hopefully he would be able to down them, but even if he didn't, he could easily get Mel and Manetta to help down them. "Alright kid, I'll trust you this once." said Mel, giving him a pat on the shoulder, walking a few steps back, awaiting patiently a target. "Try not to mess up." she would add. Now all that needed to be done was to wait for the sap to run into their little scheme, and considering they were people in the middle of chasing them, chances are, it would work pretty alright. Meanwhile, back at the tournament grounds, the final citizens had cleared the area, all that was left we're a few guards and the scrawny man, rushing around the place trying to fix things up. With that, he was also trying desperately to juggle the phone calls of a few angry onlookers. Seeing the few people rush off to regain the items, he'd pause for a moment, a small grin on his face, and a few nods. Maybe these guys could put the thieves down, then they wouldn't need to worry about this happening anymore.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,055	66	35	1,633	2,323	As Maximus approached the offenders his scanners told him that they stopped moving, his best guess is that they either somehow knew he was coming and were preparing for battle, or they had stopped to examine how much they stole. Maximus clenched his fists as he continued forward, determined to bring retribution to the offenders for what they had done. Maximus continued his flight until the energy readings of the three offenders were a few dozen meters in front of him, he stopped flying forward and landed with a clank before he began to walk towards them, his vision zoomed in until he got a clear image of all three offenders, two humans, male and female, and a green skinned being who looked human. After he thought through what he wanted to do, he believed that he should try to speak with them first, to see if this could be settled without conflict, but he was ready to fight if it turned out like that. Maximus slowly and calmly walked towards the offenders with both arms to his side, unless he was stopped from doing so, when he would get within speaking distance he would attempt to say. "You three have caused harm to the innocent and have stolen... return what has been taken and your punishment will be lessened..." he would drone to them in his robotic tone as he would slightly tilt his head down in what could be guessed as a glare as his hands would clench into fists. He would continue to approach them until he was only a few meters away.	Name: Maximus Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Android Personality: he doesn't like to talk much, but he's a good guy, he's loyal to those he see's as allies, and show's little mercy to his enemies. Fighting Style: Maximus has no preference as to what he uses in combat, whatever seems to work better is what he goes with, be it blasting his opponents from afar, or facing them in close combat, he has a database filled with most known arts of hand to hand combat. Aura/Ki Color: Silver Abilities: Energy/Ki Sensing: he can scan energy signatures from others from a great distance depending on how powerful they are. Flight: using his energy he can fly, if he funnels his energy through the boosters on his back he can fly even faster. Energy Blasts/Beams: he can fire normal sized blasts or beams of energy from his hands. Heightened Strength, Speed, Stamina, Endurance and Durability: being an Android, Maximus is far stronger than a regular human could ever hope to be, from being able to lift heavy steel cargo creates easily, run faster than most racing land vehicles and do so for a long time without stopping, to being tough enough to take on a barrage of gunfire without even flinching, and being able to take a hit and keep on going. Regeneration: microscopic self reproducing nanobots that reside inside Maximus's body repair him if he's ever seriously injured, regardless of the type of injury, but each type of injury takes different amounts of time to repair, small cuts in his armor take seconds, large gashes take minutes, a whole limb would take anywhere from half an hour to hours, and if he was ever blown to smithereens it could take anywhere from a few days to weeks, the nanobots in a way act as Maximus's "blood" that glows light blue, they course though his mechanical body on standby in case they are needed, any "blood" lost would be replaced by the nanobots making more "blood" he stands at seven feet tall Biography: Maximus was a little project a secret organisation put together, with the realisation that there are beings on earth with extraordinary strength and powers, they knew that if ever an incident arose with one of these beings that local law enforcement, let alone the military was going to stand little to no chance, so they began to funnel their funds into Maximus, a guardian of humanity, their solution to these powerful beings, it took many years of trail and error, but soon enough the pieces began coming together, and eventually Maximus was made, he went though many tests of physical strength, speed, and endurance that would have easily killed an athletic human being, other tests were done, but in the end their guardian had been made, and what made him different from the other machines they had tried to make in place of him was that not only could he learn and adapt, but he could become stronger over time, after testing was done and his creators with proud of their work, they set him loose upon the world, trusting him to do what they hade made him for. Other: Being an Android has some benefits, besides not feeling pain, he doesn't give off an energy signature, he doesn't need to breath like some living beings, thus allowing him to fight under water or in the vacuum of space, another thing to note is that he is resistant to various environments like extreme heat and freezing cold. Theme -
3,056	66	36	894	493	Dreyar had been watching quite closely, and the fact that he allowed anybody to get that close caused him to holy up. "ACK! Oh alright! he shouted, beginning to lay into the Android with ki blast after ki blast, causing the grass beneath them to be signed greatly, and hopefully the Android as well. Mel would turn, looking towards the line where the city seemed to just begin.. They generally made the arenas a fair amount of distance from the town, for just in case reasons. "Are we leavin 'em?!" she shouted to Manetta, only to receive a shake of his head. "Oh GOOD LORD!" she shouted tapping the boys shoulder, he would heave a few times, falling backwards to rest, Manetta grabbing him by the his coat's collar. "Behind me" he would say, pulling a small blade from a scabbard on his leg, he wouldn't engage anything quite yet, as he was sure Mel could handle the situation. Mel was about to get into a fight, as the blasts had finally cleared, and she had made her charge towards the opponent. Her chained leg seemed to move quite gracefully despite the heavy weight upon it, and her covered hand was far behind her, as she got ready to strike the machine in any way possible. This was her meal money, and damn it if she lost her meal money.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,057	66	37	1,633	2,323	As Maximus was about to speak, if he had eye's they would have widened as he observed multiple energy blasts being sent towards him from the human male. As the blasts closed in he raised his arms in a "X" to defend himself as the volley of ki blasts slammed into the ground around him, causing the ground to become scorched. A couple of ki blasts slammed into Maximus as he defended himself, with each hit the force of the blast pushed him back, but he held his ground, his metal arms were steaming slightly as the volley finished, leaving a cloud of dust from the other blasts that missed. Maximus lowered his defense as he looked through the dust cloud that was created, his scanners locking onto the three offenders. "so be it, you leave me no choice..." Maximus droned as he prepared to engage in battle, as the dust cleared Maximus observed that the female was charging at him, he would do the same. Maximus broke into a sprint, kicking up the dirt behind him as he sped forward, as he was running towards the girl running at him, silver electricity began to jump around his right hand. His intention was when he got close enough to the girl he would attempted to jump over her with a flip and fire a charged up energy blast at her back to either stun her or knock her down, either way if it worked he would follow through by charging at her and unleash a barrage of punches and kicks into her while she was stunned, or fire a volley of energy blasts at her while she was knocked down.	Name: Maximus Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Android Personality: he doesn't like to talk much, but he's a good guy, he's loyal to those he see's as allies, and show's little mercy to his enemies. Fighting Style: Maximus has no preference as to what he uses in combat, whatever seems to work better is what he goes with, be it blasting his opponents from afar, or facing them in close combat, he has a database filled with most known arts of hand to hand combat. Aura/Ki Color: Silver Abilities: Energy/Ki Sensing: he can scan energy signatures from others from a great distance depending on how powerful they are. Flight: using his energy he can fly, if he funnels his energy through the boosters on his back he can fly even faster. Energy Blasts/Beams: he can fire normal sized blasts or beams of energy from his hands. Heightened Strength, Speed, Stamina, Endurance and Durability: being an Android, Maximus is far stronger than a regular human could ever hope to be, from being able to lift heavy steel cargo creates easily, run faster than most racing land vehicles and do so for a long time without stopping, to being tough enough to take on a barrage of gunfire without even flinching, and being able to take a hit and keep on going. Regeneration: microscopic self reproducing nanobots that reside inside Maximus's body repair him if he's ever seriously injured, regardless of the type of injury, but each type of injury takes different amounts of time to repair, small cuts in his armor take seconds, large gashes take minutes, a whole limb would take anywhere from half an hour to hours, and if he was ever blown to smithereens it could take anywhere from a few days to weeks, the nanobots in a way act as Maximus's "blood" that glows light blue, they course though his mechanical body on standby in case they are needed, any "blood" lost would be replaced by the nanobots making more "blood" he stands at seven feet tall Biography: Maximus was a little project a secret organisation put together, with the realisation that there are beings on earth with extraordinary strength and powers, they knew that if ever an incident arose with one of these beings that local law enforcement, let alone the military was going to stand little to no chance, so they began to funnel their funds into Maximus, a guardian of humanity, their solution to these powerful beings, it took many years of trail and error, but soon enough the pieces began coming together, and eventually Maximus was made, he went though many tests of physical strength, speed, and endurance that would have easily killed an athletic human being, other tests were done, but in the end their guardian had been made, and what made him different from the other machines they had tried to make in place of him was that not only could he learn and adapt, but he could become stronger over time, after testing was done and his creators with proud of their work, they set him loose upon the world, trusting him to do what they hade made him for. Other: Being an Android has some benefits, besides not feeling pain, he doesn't give off an energy signature, he doesn't need to breath like some living beings, thus allowing him to fight under water or in the vacuum of space, another thing to note is that he is resistant to various environments like extreme heat and freezing cold. Theme -
3,058	66	38	1,498	871	Vanina gritted her teeth when she finally reached the battleground. There was no way she’s be shown up by a bunch of two bit brigands. Pulling her knives from her back, she charged up to the alien being with her blades raised to slash them down on him. After that, flurry upon flurry of slashes and punches were thrown, albeit at the sake of her own guard. “You waste your time, slug! It’s a shame you must disgrace your warrior people by stooping to petty theft. Maybe I’ll request we erase your home-world from the galaxy once I get off this rock? Then there won’t be any of you left!”	Name: Vanina Age: 62 Gender: Female Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren’t natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death. Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms. Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human. Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina’s attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots. Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia’s capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she’d rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…
3,059	66	39	894	493	Seji watched the fight from above, cursing the fact that he wasn't first on the scene. He saw the initial volley of keyblasts, and frowned when he saw how exhausted the ki user who attacked Maximus was. "Hmm..." he considered his options. The ki user would likely rejoin the fight. Their attention was mostly focused on the large, metal robot that was Maximus. Seji also saw the multi-armed woman charging the namekian. The robot appeared to be getting ready to engage the chained woman, so Seji decided that he ought to steal the show from them. Seji raised his hand, chanting ancient syllables, before aiming his open palm at the ki user. Electricity crackled, and Seji began to let himself drop, wings folding up and disappearing. In free fall, he completed his spell. Lightning fell from the sky, streaking past Seji as he fell. It slammed toward the ki user, hopefully hitting him. Seji himself fell towards the ki user only a moment afterwards, manifesting a Shield spell below him to absorb the impact and to slam into the ki user.	Name:Seji Age:23 Gender:Male Race:Human Fighting Style: Ki Mystic Seji uses a mystical art that harnesses ki via intellect rather than physical training. He is actually no stronger than an average human, but is capable of weaving spells in order to defend himself. As a result, he has a wide variety of abilities and a lot of fire power. However, it takes time to properly use magic, and once you get past his defenses he is just a man. Plus, every spell has a set effect. This means that he had to research new spells to do new things. Also, stronger spells take a huge toll on his body, and his body is not strong enough to take the strain as proper martial artists could. Abilities:(separated by category) Basic Arcanum - Simple, quick and easy to cast magic. Blasting: A spell which ignites the air in front of the user, compresses it, and launches it forward. In other words, it launches a fireball that explodes on impact. Equivalent to a ki blast. Blast Ray: As blasting, but turned into an energy beam of fire. Shielding: Produces a round, circular shield in front of the user. This spell can, in base form, take a few blows before breaking. This shield must be maintained or it will fall apart. Cold Blasting: As blasting, but freezes the air instead, thus forming an invisible blast of ice that chills an enemy. Telekineses: Moves things. Unlike the innate telekineses that some species have, this requires an incantation, so it takes a few seconds to actually use. The larger the object, the longer the incantation. This is limited by Seji's mental strength, so he can't just rip goes in half like a mary sue ki lunatic. Barrier: Seji manifests his ki outside his body, giving himself a barrier to protect himself. This means he can take more damage, at the cost of ki. This ki barrier is relatively inefficient, and uses more ki than a shield would. Arcanum Corpus-Magic affecting the body directly Flesh Blasting: A spell which twists a target's flesh and blood, causing excrutiating pain, though little actual damage. Is delivered via a red, misty projectile. Flesh Warp: Transforms a target temporarily, allowing them to be better adapted to a situation. Seji usually uses this to give himself wings, as he is as of yet unable to fly without wings. Flesh Mend: Knits flesh back together and heals it. Long incantation, takes a lot of energy. Flesh Fueling: Burns blood or other organic material to produce ki. Can use the flesh and blood of others. Requires touch, and a long incantation to use on others, however. Very dangerous for user. Arcanum Psyche- Magic affecting the mind. Mind Blasting: Sends a wave of mental energy to overload an opponents mind. Causes no damage, but is very effective at disabling a foe. Emote: Adjusts someone's emotions. Does not change their intentions or personality. So an angry villain would just calm down for a bit and still do villainous stuff. Arcanum Umbral -Shadow magic, focused on producing images and making reality seem different than it is. Mirror Image: Produces illusory copies of an object. Copies explode under a single solid strike. Images can be touched. Image Crafting: Crafts an image. Image is purely visual and cannot be touched. Image fades quickly. Requires a slightly long incantation. Shadow Crafting: Produces a "real image", capable of being touched. Disipates as easily as a mirror image, but can strike at full strength. Melding: Renders a target invisible as long as they don't move. Arcanum Exitium- Heavy duty destructive magic. Tend to have long incantations. Lightning Bolt: A spell which displaces electrical charge on an opponent. After a few moments, this results in a lance of electrical energy. In other words, Seji launches a lightning bolt. This is like a strong, ultra fast ki blast. Takes a few moments to charge, however. Shattering: After an incantation, strikes or touches an object, sending waves of energy through it. This energy can be directed through the object. This causes the object to begin to break apart. Seji mostly uses this to shake the ground to unbalance ground based foes. Biography: Seji's past is wrapped in mystery. All that is known about him is that he travels the earth, seeking new knowledge. He never stays on one place long, and seems uneasy if he does. His unconventional use of ki is something of a mystery, though he claims he could teach others to do the same.
3,060	66	40	1,633	2,323	As Maximus continued to attack Mel he was honestly impressed she managed to recover from the blast and was able to stop herself from being assaulted by his barrage of punches and kicks. He heard her speak to him as she began to raise her arms in defense, as she began dishing out heavy blows with her fists Maximus blocked them. He waited for an opening, when he thought he had one he lunged to strike her with a left jab to her head, but she had evaded it and her chained leg slammed down into the crook of his neck, a loud metal impact ringing out as it landed, the physical blow didn't seem to do much damage to Maximus's hull besides denting it, a minor injury that could be easily repaired. Though Maximus may have looked stunned from the blow he was actually registering an energy spike from behind him, Maximus took an estimated guess that the energy reading was coming from the male who had attacked him earlier, as the energy signature was lowering Maximus lost interest, then he quickly grabbed hold of Mel's leg that was in the crook of his neck with a crushing iron grip as he looked into her eyes, while doing so, in his free hand silver electricity began to jump around it. "This is not a Game..." Maximus droned to her in a somewhat menacing tone before he spun around, quickly swinging Mel through the air by her leg and throwing her towards the energy signature which he believed to be Dreyar, a second after he threw Mel he thrust the hand he had charged energy in forward and fired a silver energy blast after Mel. After doing so Maximus's body began to emit a low electrical humming sound as silver electricity began jumping around his body while he held a strong stance.	Name: Maximus Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Android Personality: he doesn't like to talk much, but he's a good guy, he's loyal to those he see's as allies, and show's little mercy to his enemies. Fighting Style: Maximus has no preference as to what he uses in combat, whatever seems to work better is what he goes with, be it blasting his opponents from afar, or facing them in close combat, he has a database filled with most known arts of hand to hand combat. Aura/Ki Color: Silver Abilities: Energy/Ki Sensing: he can scan energy signatures from others from a great distance depending on how powerful they are. Flight: using his energy he can fly, if he funnels his energy through the boosters on his back he can fly even faster. Energy Blasts/Beams: he can fire normal sized blasts or beams of energy from his hands. Heightened Strength, Speed, Stamina, Endurance and Durability: being an Android, Maximus is far stronger than a regular human could ever hope to be, from being able to lift heavy steel cargo creates easily, run faster than most racing land vehicles and do so for a long time without stopping, to being tough enough to take on a barrage of gunfire without even flinching, and being able to take a hit and keep on going. Regeneration: microscopic self reproducing nanobots that reside inside Maximus's body repair him if he's ever seriously injured, regardless of the type of injury, but each type of injury takes different amounts of time to repair, small cuts in his armor take seconds, large gashes take minutes, a whole limb would take anywhere from half an hour to hours, and if he was ever blown to smithereens it could take anywhere from a few days to weeks, the nanobots in a way act as Maximus's "blood" that glows light blue, they course though his mechanical body on standby in case they are needed, any "blood" lost would be replaced by the nanobots making more "blood" he stands at seven feet tall Biography: Maximus was a little project a secret organisation put together, with the realisation that there are beings on earth with extraordinary strength and powers, they knew that if ever an incident arose with one of these beings that local law enforcement, let alone the military was going to stand little to no chance, so they began to funnel their funds into Maximus, a guardian of humanity, their solution to these powerful beings, it took many years of trail and error, but soon enough the pieces began coming together, and eventually Maximus was made, he went though many tests of physical strength, speed, and endurance that would have easily killed an athletic human being, other tests were done, but in the end their guardian had been made, and what made him different from the other machines they had tried to make in place of him was that not only could he learn and adapt, but he could become stronger over time, after testing was done and his creators with proud of their work, they set him loose upon the world, trusting him to do what they hade made him for. Other: Being an Android has some benefits, besides not feeling pain, he doesn't give off an energy signature, he doesn't need to breath like some living beings, thus allowing him to fight under water or in the vacuum of space, another thing to note is that he is resistant to various environments like extreme heat and freezing cold. Theme -
3,061	66	41	1,498	871	“Yes, and you’re trying to flatter me with complements!” She crossed her blades in an X to block his blow, the metallic weapons coming to a halt. “But it won’t work!” With her lower arms, Vanina would grab Manetta and attempt a powerslam in order to get him into a vulnerable position on the ground. With any luck she’d be able to disarm the Namekian or even get him in a chokehold that could incapacitate him.	Name: Vanina Age: 62 Gender: Female Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren’t natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death. Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms. Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human. Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina’s attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots. Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia’s capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she’d rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…
3,062	66	42	2,638	1,519	Seji crashed into the ground, kicking up dust everywhere. His sillhouette stood, chanting with energy, fire rising around him. Then, the first ki blast hit, slamming into his shoulder. He spun into the air, smoke trailing off his vaporized arm, before the second one hit, ripping through his back. Seji laid there dead. Before another one appeared behind Dreyar, gasping for breath as he finished a spell. A red most of energy flowed quickly towards Dreyar. If the ki user failed to dodge the blast, it would cause excruciating pain. It wouldn't actually damage Dreyar, but it would hurt heavily. (To clarify, Seji was protected from the first blast by his Barrier spell, and dodged the second one. He used illusions to make it look like he was hit, and uses the smoke to sneak behind Dreyar and use Melding, before attacking with flesh blast. Seji is basically a dnd combo wizard.)	Name: Daishin Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Half human/Half dragonoid - Dragonoids are an alien race similar to the Saiyans in the sense that they are a warrior race. While they're lust for battle is tame compared to the Saiyans they are a formidable race. As their name suggests they are a people that possess the properties of dragons having tough partially scaled skin, are able to endure extreme temperatures, and let out earth shattering roars. Dragonoids bodies heal faster than most given that they properly rest so a week of recovery for a nomal human is 2-3 days for a Dragonoid. While they can live comfortably in high temperatures, in low temps their movements become hindered as well as their ability to react. Despite this they are very fierce and were able to fend off an invasion of the Saiyans long ago. Fighting Style: Daishin is an fierce fighter combining speed and ingenuity to create openings in his opponents defenses and strike with quick punishing blows. Despite having no former training his instincts for battle are without match. Abilities: Dragon's Wrath - When Dragonoids fight the markings on their faces begin to flash creating a sense of overwhelming pressure in their opponents as they look at it which can cause them to doubt and hesitate in their actions. Dragon's Roar - All Dragonoids possess the ability to emit powerful roars. However, each Dragonoids roar has a distinct effect e.g. fire breath. When Dragonoids first develop this ability it starts as just a pressure blast then evolves and gains powers specific to to individual. Daishin's has yet to evolve. Appearance: Biography: Daishin lived a quiet life with his mother and father in a small mountain village. His father was a Dragonoid though he never revealed this to his son. Or at least he never had a chance. One day his father began to act strangely, he was anxious and most of all scared. Daishin's mother was out shopping so his father only had time to grab him and fly him elsewhere before returning to the house to confront what he knew was coming. By the time Daishin made it back to the village he found his home burning to the ground and his father lying in front, deceased. In his anguish he let out his first sorrow filled roar. After some consoling and calming down from the other villagers he asked about his mother but none of them could attest to her whereabouts or even if she was still alive. Daishin made his decision then: he would go out and find his mother then find the one who killed his father. That was a year and a half ago. Even though he hasn't found any trace of his mother or the his father's killer. As the other villagers described it his father fought with the killer while protecting the village which was ultimately what cost him his life. Daishin never knew his father had ever thrown a punch let alone knew martial arts. Which is why he's decided to enter the latest tournament hoping to learn something about the killer and use the prize money to help in his search for his mother.
3,063	66	43	1,174	263	Not entirely adverse to the hitch hikers presence, Jinshi sped off in the direction of the other fighters. It was clear the motorcycle needed to be fixed by the vehicles loud churning. It wasn't long before his destination come into view, Jinshi pushed his vehicle harder when he noticed people were fighting. A trail of thick dust following the harbouring slide of Jinshi's capsule 9 cycle sliding to a stop not far from the battle. He leapt off his motorcycle and assessed the scene before him, for lack of a better word things seemed, chaotic. Robot boy seemed to be holding his own and Jinshi wasn't even going to try and begin to comprehend the mages witchery, instead he focused on the Namekian fighting with the four armed alien. His imposing figure and stance seemed to belie a certain knowledge and skill, or so Jinshi assumed by the way he moved and fought. However, it was clear the four armed alien wasn't one to be trifled with either. Jinshi shifting to position, waiting for an opening.	Name: Jinshi Kyori Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Makyan Fighting Style: Martial Arts, Jinshi focus' on brutal and efficient melee attacks to ware down foes as well as attempts to put them off balance for brutal grapples and throws. Preferring to use Ki blasts as a strategic force rather than a violent one. Abilities: Jinshi is only capable of basic flight and a simple, weak Ki blast. Appearance: The picture bellow is only an example of Jinshi's basic features as a Makyan. His hair is similar as in the picture, only it's Jet black in colour and his skin tone is a fleshy orange he stands at roughly 6 foot tall and he wears human clothing. Biography: Jinshi is a Makyan raised by humans on Earth, his years as one of 'the odd ones out' in society has produced a stoic and calm nature in the young man who prefers to spend his time training his martial arts rather than mingle with the hustle and bustle of traditional human life. Jinshi is very thankful to his human parents for their care but has since moved away from them seeking to expand and master his martial arts. Jinshi is not a competative person but he gets excited as the prospect of someone stronger than him being out there, he's a dedicated trainer but by no means a stick in the mud, he enjoys relaxing and having a joke or two.
3,064	67	0	1,357	144	PHANTOM CREW A rush of sensations hit you as you awaken from a deep sleep. As you slowly come to your senses, you realize you seem to be in a cryo pod that is slowly defrosting. After a moment, the door slowly glides open and you feel the straps that once held you in place recede into the pod. Feeling slowly comes back to your extremities, a dull orange glow hits your eyes and a soft buzz permeates the air around you. The odorless recycled air typical of most spaceships hits your nose as you finally begin breathing on your own. Examining yourself, you find that your wearing a form fitting once piece jumpsuit covering everything but your head and hands. Once out of the pod you find yourself in a small circular room with four other pods, similar to the one you were in, lining the perimeter. The walls and floors seem to be made of a dark metal. The only light in the room comes from a single bulb in the center of the ceiling, and it seems to be running on emergency power. In the center of the room is a light brown colored table with piles of clothing sitting on it. Each pile appears to correspond to a pod, and on inspection it's revealed that they are the cloths each of you originally wore. Unfortunately, none of your weapons or other gear is in sight. After a time, as you change and greet each other, you hear a click come from an unknown source. The soft buzzing you heard before is drowned out by a much louder buzz, which you eventually realize is feedback. The speaker system seems to have turned on. The loud buzz finally subsides and a deep mechanical voice begins speaking. "Hello and welcome aboard. If you would all please make your way to the bridge, I can debrief you and we can begin our first mission. Thank you." With that quick message you hear another click and the original soft buzz returns. Along the wall, in between two of the pods a door opens and presents a long dimly lit hallway made of the same material as the room you are currently in. At the end of the hall you can see a four way intersection however only one of the other halls appears to be lit. This presumably leads to the bridge.	Name: Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence aka ANDI Race: Artificial Intelligence Gender: Sounds masculine Age: Unknown Char. Type/Role: Shipboard computer and navigator Appearance: You've seen one of his camera's, or 'eyes' in the ceilings. They're dark glass domes. He has data cores somewhere on the ship. Skills/Abilities: Navigation, ship operation, likely other unknown abilities. Personality: You've just met him.
3,065	67	1	641	893	The pod's doors slowly slid open and a girl tumbled out. She landed on her hands and knees in front of the pod, head pounding, limbs numb, and memories gone. She had been in deep freeze, artificially induced cryogenic sleep. She was entirely unsure how long it had been, under what conditions she had gone into the pod, where she was. In fact she was unsure of just about everything except for a few basic truths: She knew her name was Rain Causwell, she knew that she was the best damn pilot in the universe, she knew that she had held onto a wealth of tech knowledge, she knew they had some sort of job to do, and she knew that she needed her jacket. Rain reluctantly rose from the floor, glancing around. The room was filled with several pods similar to hers, four to be exact, and out of those pods came other people. She glanced at the table in front of her, clothes piled on top of it, the brown leather jacket which she craved along with them. She picked up the pile and laid each garment out in front of her. Jacket, a white t-shirt, jeans, boots, and her glasses. She wore glasses? It would appear so. She didn't take off the jumpsuit before she dressed- she wasn't about to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers, especially since they were all men. Instead she put her clothes on over the suit, first tugging the jeans up along her legs. They fit tight, accentuating her body and choking off her legs with the layer of suit beneath her. She'd make due. Next she shimmied the t-shirt over her torso, then pulled the jacket over her. She didn't zip it up. Finally she placed her feet in the brown boots that came with the pile of clothes, then pulled the glasses over her face. She was wearing three layers- if she wasn't within the cold hull of a spaceship she'd be very hot. For now she was satisfied with her attire, and finally she shifted her attention to the group awakening and changing along side her. She donned a warm and open smile, glancing at the faces of each. She was aware of the fact that she was the only female among them, a slight disappointment- groups of men with a single women occasionally would come at odds, but hopefully these men were smarter then that. She examined each- one a rugged and though looking man, whom she placed in his late thirties. The next was athletic looking, around the same age as the first but not quite as gruff. Next was a bearded man whom she would guess to be in his late twenties, although his facial hair may been throwing her off. Finally, there was an older man with grayed hair and a grayed beard to match. Sixties? Hard to say. Out of all of them she felt that she was inclined to trust the old man most- perhaps a foolish instinct, but he looked somewhat grandfatherly, and age tends to temper people's personalities. The others she couldn't really speak for, for she had avoided the inclination to make a snap judgement about them based on their appearance. She was still wearing her smile all this time. She cleared her throat, preparing to speak, "Well. I'm not, uh, entirely sure why we're here but we should probably introduce ourselves in case we're... here long? Wherever here is. I'm Rain. Er, that is to say, my name is Rain, I believe. Not that I'm, y'know, 'rain'. Rain Causwell. I think that's my name at least, I don't remember a whole lot." A strand of hair fell in front of her face, and she blew it out of the way. Her smile weakened a little with nervousness as she spoke, but it recouped it's strength. Her head was still pounding and she was acutely aware of the fact that that was not a great introduction, but she gave a little wave at the group as she finished speaking. She would wait for the others to introduce themselves or leave, and then speak. She cleared her throat again, pointing down the lit hallway, "Well, I'm just going to, uh, go that way, since that seems to be the way to go." Striding down the hall towards the bridge.	Gender Female Age 28 Role Pilot, Mechanic, Hacker, General Tech Expert Appearance Rain isn't a particularly imposing figure- quite the opposite in fact, standing a little below average at 5'2". Se has a slim frame, with little notable muscle mass or fat, but she carries himself confidently to compensate. Her skin is a pale white- she's typically cooped up in a cockpit, so she doesn't get a whole lot of sun. Her face is plain, not notably pretty, made unique by a generous sprinkling of freckles that gives her a girlish appearance. His hair is auburn, falling messily over her forehead and tumbling down to to the top of her back. Her hair tends to get in the way while working so while on-duty it's typically kept in a neat ponytail. Her smile is one of the few features that makes her stand out- straight and wide with no crooked teeth, seemingly perpetually placed on her face. This combined with her eyes, a striking and deep green often likened to a forest, save her otherwise plain appearance appearance. On the subject of her eyes Rain requires glasses to read clearly, or text tends to blur together. Rain's overall a pretty girl, more of a girl next door pretty then supermodel pretty, but she gets by alright. After all, it's what's on the inside that counts, right? Skills/Abilities Rain likes boasts that she's the best pilot in the universe, and while the truth behind this statement is certainly uncertain she is undoubtedly a very highly skilled pilot, and is certainly counted among the very best. She could probably at one time have boasted many accomplishments in the field of space battle, but has forgotten that along with everything else. Despite her lack of memory she's incredibly confident in her skills and the one you want in the cockpit in a tough situation. Besides her skills as a pilot she's a highly competent engineer. She knows how to fix her ships as well as she knows how to fly them. Her engineering skills of course don't apply only to ships- she's handy with tools and is very knowledgeable when it comes to mechanics. She can fix almost anything with the right tools, assuming it isn't completely destroyed, and displays high knowledge of cutting edge technologies. Besides her skills in mechanics she's also a highly skilled hacker and programmer, able to break into most systems. However her skills with technology is offset by her complete hopelessness in martial skill. She's almost barely passing with a pistol and probably couldn't even think to look at any sort of bigger gun. She's clumsy in a fist fight and even clumsier in a gunfight. Rain's help should not be counted on in a combat situation, and she's like to need protecting. Personality Rain is an easy girl to get along with. She's very easygoing, friendly, and charismatic. She's quick to crack a joke and is a master of sarcasm. Sometimes this friendliness can be seen as excessive by those who's personalities don't quite meld with hers, and her refusal to act seriously can be grating. Her smile rarely fades and she's an eternal optimist, refusing to let the bad things overtake her. To her friends she's loyal, and to those who don't like her she's forgiving. She has problems approaching situations objectively and tends to let her first gut emotion guide her, which sometimes lands her in trouble. Despite her goofy exterior Rain is very smart- she is a highly skilled engineer and hacker after all, and such skills don't come without a great degree of intelligence. During the rare instances where Rain does get serious she is capable of great focus and will work hard to achieve what she has set her mind to, although that rarely happens. Gear Rain posses a fully equipped tool box with everything she would need for her work. From wrenches to more advanced tools such as plasma cutters and welders. She also carries a small pistol, something easily concealable that she doesn't like to take out unless she has to. She posses an advanced PDA that can find most publicly accessible information on the fly, and not so public information if she can hack into the right database. It also allows her to interface with most computer systems, although it's distinct from Robert's Profiler in that it doesn't do the work for her- it allows her to connect to systems, but she needs to manually operate and hack them. As for her attire she almost always wears her brown leather jacket. She feels it has some sentimental value, but obviously the memories aren't there. It doesn't have any special qualities besides keeping the cold off.
3,066	67	2	729	2,152	Jericho Cross Jericho stumbled out of the pod, grunting as he landed on his feet, the scentless smell of recycled air assaulting his nose while he quickly took gauge of his surroundings, and himself. Other pods, including other people recovering from their stasis, five including his own, were in the room. The table had clothes, his own being with reach while the others were not, and the only light was emergency powered, far as he could tell. He himself was wearing a damn ugly jumpsuit, and his head hurt something fierce. Right, his memory was wiped, he could tell that much from the complete lack of recollection of anything earlier than waking up in the pod. No, he could remember a thing or two. He was Jericho Cross, bounty hunter, and his actual gear and weapon wasn't on the table. Smart, don't give the disorentatited and possibly pissed mind wiped passengers arms so quickly. Was it smart? Something told him it was smart, internally, so he listened to that feeling while he took gauge of his fellow passangers. Not an impressive looking bunch, for the most part, and he grabbed his clothes, a tank top replacing his breastplate and his coat thankfully there, while doing so. The slacks were a bit more snug than he felt was comfortable, but he wasn't going to waste time ditching the jumpsuit until he had time in privacy. He would also have to examine himself for scars, injuries, anything that might indicate hints to his past. Next came the tank top, which he remembered was worn under his breastplate for his own good. Chaffing, maybe? Regardless, it mostly hid the ugly as sin jumpsuit now, and tugging on his coat and boots pretty much completely made it vanish. No armor, he remembered there was supposed to be armor, but he reckoned that would come later once they figured out what the hell was going on. Speaking of they, his thoughts turned to the assembled group. Token women of the group, slim, short, and pale. Probably a pilot or spacer of some sort, looked like she didn't get much sun either way. Looked young, perhaps mid to late twenties? Not terribly imposing, either, so his thoughts quickly moved on. Next two were fairly average looking guys, some hard jawed kid, probably a glass jaw (figuratively speaking), and the other had some scruffy beard. He pegged those two around late thirties, and middish twenties, respectively. There was the old guy then, white haired, and probably one of the more dangerous men in this room. Sixties to seventies would be his guess there, and he jammed his hands in his pockets, finished analyzing each person for now, since no one had acted. The woman started babbling first, not very impressively either, but Jericho didn't concern himself much with it. Rain Causwell, a name to the pale face. She seemed to be waiting for a response of sorts, and the bounty hunter shrugged and spoke, his voice gruff, both from not having spoken in who knows how long, and seemed to be a natural state of tone. "Jericho Cross, far as I remember it. Figure there is work to be done, so let's get this over with." Jericho, unlike miss Causwell, did not bother waiting much at all after the doors opened and the mention of heading to the bridge for answers was made. Good, he needed those right now. He also needed his gear, which he remembered having at some point, and really wanted right now. Answers first, then gear, then deal with whatever reason they were out...wherever they were right now. He would take the lead, by virtue of not waiting, following the path towards what he figured would likely be the bridge. And then, whoever this phantom speaker was, better have some answers. Not remembering shit out of a stasis pod didn't do much good for his temper.	Name: Jericho Cross Gender: Male Age: 37 Char. Type/Role: Bounty Hunter Appearance: Skills/Abilities: Rather unsurprisingly, Jericho is a dead accurate shot with his highly tooled pistol, something that probably saved the man's life more times than he could have counted. Most weapons, in general, have crossed into his use at one point or another, and he has a rather impressive grasp on combat and tactics, beyond being able to pick up most weapons and make use of them rather readily. Outside of a fight, Jericho is a natural tracker of both sentient and nonsentient species, especially those that he has crossed paths with before. He is also an armorer, capable of maintaining most weapons and armors, since there isn't much time for him to rely on others to patch his gear. Outside of walking, or running, most complicated vehicles are outside of his range of skills, and pray to whatever god you believe in he isn't the only hands available to patch someone up, since it will likely not end well for them. Unless he is burning a wound shut with a smoking barrel anything more complicated than that is answered by hard boozing and a hardy constitution. Needless to say, most medical professionals hate him. Personality: Jericho Cross is a wary individual, who trusts slowly and is even quicker to abandon any hard earned trust he might have had in someone or something, only willing to usually trust what his own two eyes see, and what his gun can do for him. Jericho does not joke and takes a situation deadly serious, and often times either ignores jokes going over his head, or completely fails to register they were jokes to begin with. Jericho keeps a tight lock on his feelings, and as such typically has a real hard time interacting with people outside dragging them to be turned in for his payment. Needless to say, he isn't very popular. As such, he often drinks, heavily, when off duty, to the point that most of his paycheck, that isn't towards maintaining gear, is towards booze, often times drinking his meals rather than eating them. Get him drunk enough and he'll reach some semblance of an approachable human being, right up until he smashes the empty bottle over someone's head. So not really approachable at all, he hid a lot under this exterior but since he can't remember what now, thanks to the memory wipe, he tends to get angry when its brought up, or violent if drunk when its brought up. But he can be relied on in a bad situation to be himself, untrusting and ready to act to see a job done. Gear: - Custom Revolver: Jericho's pride and joy is a massive caliber handcannon, which utilizes various ammunition types for varying jobs, all of which can be loaded in the blink of an eye, such is the bounty hunter's experience with the gun. The two most common being an armor piercing, for hard targets, and hollow point for softer, less hardy targets. He also carries a Less than Lethal round that, barring shots to the vital organs or head, usually wont kill. Usually. More exotic ammo exists, but Jericho rarely carries them unless he knows he'll need it. The revolver also has a laser sight and small optic, although the optic sees dubious amount of use since Jericho often fires via the still intact iron sights. - Body Armor: Jericho maintains several lines of personal defence, the first and most obvious is not being where the rounds are. As such, his equipment is deceptively light weight for its strength, but only really covers the vitals in hardplate. The first physical line is his old duster, fitted with a ballistic weave as well as cushioned in the right spots to alleviate blunt force. His most obvious defense is the thick composite breastplate, which is composed of several materials to interweave into a more effective defense than any of them alone would provide. It is also the heaviest part and is in no way, shape, or form concealable, and is, like any armor, hardly proof against everything. But it covers the most common bases, coated with energy diffusing outer layer and the rest a series of composite layers designed to hold up to varying degrees of small arm calibers. - Tracking Devices and wrist mounted PDA: Tiny, less than a square inch in size, devices that Jericho can plant or even throw onto escaping targets, which then allows Jericho to track them with his specialized PDA. They have limited range and battery life, and the PDA itself is otherwise average and unassuming beyond the tracking mechanic, unequipped for any sort of hacking or specialized work beyond the program loaded to indicate location of a tracker.
3,067	67	3	2,015	780	With a grunt and click from his knee, Ben hauled himself out of the pod. Damn things he mentally griped, they might keep you alive but they sure as hell don't keep you comfy. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, feeling a familiar set of pops and cracks as joints woke up and moved for the first time in... how long? How long had he been in the pod? Ben couldn't remember getting into the damn thing or agreeing to let anyone knock him out. So how long had he been frozen? A quick sweeping glance of the room didn't reveal any obvious time keeping devices, just a four piles of clothes and four other pods. There's always the old fashioned way he thought, running a hand across his beard and head. If he'd been in the pod a long time, he would likely have a very different amount of hair than last time he looked in a mirror. His cursory examination lead him to believe he'd been frozen for not too long, given that his beard and hair felt familiar. Of course, someone might have thawed me out temporarily and given me a shave. Or am I just paranoid? With a grunt, he concluded there was no sure way to know how long he'd been out, nor where he was. What did know was that he wasn't wearing this pod suit any longer than he had to. He stepped forward and sorted quickly through the pile of clothes in front of his pod. His normal gear, a nondescript black jumpsuit, fingerless gloves, some necessaries and a pair of well maintained black shoes. But none of the little hold outs he liked to have with him, just in case. Someone or perhaps several someones had very carefully gone through his clothes and removed them, even the little knife stored in the heel of his left boot. On the one hand, anyone that confiscates your weapons is unlikely to be your friend. On the other, they could always have shot him while he was in the pod so whoever took his stuff probably didn't want him dead. Small comfort. As he rifled through his pile, he noticed a girl clamber from her pod, pull on some clothes from the pile and then introduce herself. Seems harmless enough he thought after giving her a once over. Before he could respond, another person stumbled into view. This one looked a lot more familiar to Ben, in a way. The man wasn't familiar, the face wasn't known to him but the stance, the body type and the slight growl in his voice all spoke to Ben. Definitely a fighter, possibly a bounty hunter? he thought as the man suited up. Moves like he's used to the weight of a gun on his hip and paces like a caged tiger. The other two didn't seem to have emerged from their pods yet. Ben shrugged. This wasn't the first time he'd awoken with no damn clue where he was or how he'd got there. True, it was normally a lot easier to guess, due to a thumping headache, but he'd be damned if he'd look unsure in front of any youngster a quarter of his age. Nodding to the two in front of him, he said "Name's Ben, some calls me Old Ben, now look away if you're the shy retiring type or don't want to know me a whole lot better." With that, he started to struggle out of the pod suit. Working his arms and chest out, he revealed hard, wiry muscles beneath skin that looked like it could tell a whole omnibus of stories. Scars, burns and strange marks jostled for position with long forgotten marks of the wind and weather. Eventually he got the suit off and pulled on his own, much softer gear. Lacing up the boots, he stood up and stretched again. "Ya ain't really awake until you're dressed, I always say" he said, to signal to the others they could look back without seeing something they might regret later. Just then, a mechanical voice spoke, telling them to head to the bridge. The second one to emerge, Jericho Cross, strode away with the air of one about to hit something and the girl trailed after him. "No time like the present" grunted Ben, walking after them.	Gender: Male. Age: Older than you, kid. Role: Pointman, urban tracker, bargainer. Appearance: Skills/Abilities: Old Ben has spent almost his entire life as a mercenary of one sort or another. He's fought for rebel causes and then for the establishment crushing them. He's protected the interests of big business before helping rob them with a band of crooks. And if there's biome that old Ben has never fought in, they must have invented it yesterday. Throughout most of his career, Ben has fulfilled the role of pointman, the first member of any team to enter the killzone and the one with the lowest life expectancy. So as good as Ben is with his rifle, handgun and knife, his main talent is the one he's practised most; he's extremely good at not dying. He's really gotten into the habit of being a live, in fact, and doesn't intend to start dying at his time of life. That's always been something other people did. Ben's great experience comes in useful in all sorts of ways; he knows which models of guns are reliable, who to buy them from, which jobs will be busts and which ones will pay out more. He can usually tell when someone's trying to play him, cheat him or sell him supplies at an inflated price. Ben's prior dealings with most traders mean that if they see him coming, they immeadiately begin packing the best stuff they have into a bag, put on a big smile and hope he'll pay without telling the other customers what things should really cost in the stall. Ben's final talent is in tracking, but not out in the bush. He has friends in low places, has Ben, and he can almost always call upon them for favours or information. Anyone running away from him better make sure that no one and nothing sees them do it, because the walls have ears and mouths. Mouths that talk to Old Ben. Personality: Like many people of a more senior age, Ben doesn't take kindly to fools or time wasters. He's seen enough of them in his life and doesn't particularly feel the need to talk to any more, especially not now his luck is probably running dry. So those that don't get to the point or don't know what the point is get a short shrift from Ben. Those who know their mind and aren't afraid to speak it, however, should get along just fine with him. When something is up, you can be sure Ben will tell you, whether you like it or not. Maybe you're not cooking the stew quite right, maybe you missed a spot while cleaning your rifle, he'll let you know. And he expects the same from others, as long as the criticism is constructive. Ben believes in telling people when they've gone wrong and hopes others will do the same for him. He can be a little grumpy, a little cantankerous but only when he's not on a job. Without a purpose, Ben feels aimless and frustrated. With something to focus on, he tends to be gruffly cheerful if a little pushy. While on a job, Ben constantly pushes the other members of the team to make sure they're on alert and doing all they can to make sure the job succeeds, even if he's not leading the team. Success leads to life, he sometimes says, and he doesn't intend to die just yet. Gear: To be added
3,068	67	4	1,813	471	With a step forward Robert exited his pod as the door opened for it, releasing the gas within the chamber out and dripping to the floor coating his feet as he exited. His body shivered as the gas that caressed his body fell to the floor, looking at the black skin tight suit that he was wearing which offered little for the cold as the thin material held snug around his body. He noticed that his dark skinsuit was different from the other who had awoken suggesting that perhaps this was his own? Either way, the skinsuit and the cold was not his only worries as the throbbing pain which was smacking his head was getting annoying, with the pain capable of making anyone wince in surprise as the numbing cold began to disappear. Looking to both his left are right were other people who also exited out of their own pods and a door which was the only exit for them to leave through. But before he got ahead of himself, there was a table in front of them all that contained piles of clothes which he assumed were for him and the others respectively. A good amount having been already taken and given to their respected owners leaving whatever was Robert one of the few articles of clothing left to retrieve. Shifting through the belongings in the pile, a few of the clothes resonated or at least felt similar in a way that indicated what was his... and not some strangers. Deciding since introductions will be harder to do latter, this unusual moment will have to do since he best time seems like now. "So I guess this is as formal of a greeting we are giving to each other then? I'm Robert and I guess we are stuck together for now but if you don't mind, can you turn around? I don't mind if you look but just a warning in advance" He said as he began working his way through the clothes on the table. His black skin tight suit that he had on was distractingly tight on his skin but with the addition of a pair of dark pants and a t-shirt to cover himself up, he wasn't as exposed like before. Picking up the remaining pieces of clothing, the ones he chosed just seemed to fit as he pulled a sweater over his t-shirt and put on a comfortable and sleek trench coat. Feeling the unique padding inside the coat as he handled it within his hands, and the intricate pockets within it as well. Once he was finished putting on his shoes, he looked at the remainder of the clothing which was for the last person to exit the pod but he felt like he was missing something that was his. Perhaps something to cover his face but he wasn't sure why or what reason he wanted a bandana to cover his face but he simply had a feeling that something important was missing from him. Wracking his brain for answers which it didn't have, he sighed as another sharp sting of pain shot through him, making him grunt silently. Between the pain in his head and trying to figure who he was along with where he is at the moment, is a problematic situation as he barely remembered himself. If he was he reviewed his memories correctly, 'I am Robert Minsky, age 38 who was born from some back street plant from what I remember and I am a mercenary... Okay, so I'd don't recall seeing anything on the table as my weapons and... Oh crap- Profiler! Who in the hell took it?' Sighing as Robert remembered what he was forgetting in his possession, was the Profiler his most valued tool and in a sense life's work. Shaking his head even more annoyed now that he remembered this part of himself, he looked up at the girl who introduced herself as 'Rain Causwell', observing her briefly before another character introduced himself as 'Jericho Cross' and then finally 'Ben' or 'Old Ben'. Watching the newly awoken trio head out, he followed them along as it was the best idea after the mechanical voice told them to proceed to the bridge.	Name: "My name is Robert Minsky, I guess this is as formal of a greeting we are receiving?" Gender: "If you want to check down there, I wouldn't mind but I can confirm myself that I'm a guy" Age: "I believed that I am.... 38? At least I think so before I was given the wipe..." Char. Type/Role: "Someone needed a place to be scoutted and it's been done. Intel has been gather, so why am I here?" Appearance: Examination was taken before subject's consciousness: Robert from a medical standpoint possesses a muscular and broad body frame with a height of 5'11" and a weight of 174 lbs. Having a developed muscular frame, suggests that Robert is an athletic person who has time to condition his body whether intentionally or not. Objectively these combinations of traits allowing for a more intimidating figure as it is assumed that his frame is quite large. Having mostly tanned skin on his body which suggests sun exposure from traveling around, and once before having a paler skin tone before exposure. Possessing a strong jawline which defines his face, which in social terms is charming combining other facial features such as his dark brown hair tapered and held in style by some kind of product of sorts and his light brown eyes. Along with a beard which can be classified as a Balbo style with a thin streak connecting to his sideburns, outlining his jawline even more, giving him perhaps a good looking smile if not a good face to look at then. Skills/Abilities: Reason for hiring recruiting such a man like Robert: His versatility is not limited to just physical scouting as he is capable of remotely hacking cameras, computers and other pieces of technology with his device called: Profiler. Capable of tapping into the system through any open device and manipulate whatever is connect to the system, along with being able to observe anything that goes within it and tap into both audio and video logs as well. Anything that is connected to the system that Robert is hacked into can be manipulated through the Profiler, but requires time to cool down once a three major commands are sent as it is the maximum which he can do before being detected in the system. Despite this, he is always making sure to keep his device updated as it is needed to not only break into the system but make sure his presence is undetected. Outside of his device, he is a one trick pony in the technology category. Outside of Profiler, Robert is required to be an agile person who will need to think fast on his feet for any situation that comes at him. His job requires discretion as he is refrained from doing anything too bold or attention grabbing for this is reconnaissance that he is doing. Keeping his head down low and making sure to blend into the crowd is all part of the job, as he takes a great deal of time observing where he is moving in order to avoid the greatest chance of failure. In more bolder attempts to gather information, he makes use of his charm and wits to 'interview' people about whatever he has on his list of things to do or flirt around with his target. It is a risky job, but the better the cover that he creates, the better chance that he gets on retriving information that he will like better. If observation from afar or even investigation from social interaction is possible, Robert is fully capable of going stealth mode and inflitrating places. Using his technological skills to cover his missing bases, he manages to evade most problems thrown his way and get what he needs so he can get out. To whatever Robert can't take out with wits or guile, he is trainned in combat to ensure survival in dire situations where combat cannot be avoided. He is trained and capable of using a silenced pistol which he carries on him in case his stealth isn't working out the best for him in the situation, it offers him more options but with a fair price of a sharp spike in noise. Outside of range combat, Robert is also trained to take down opponents using melee and incapacitate or kill them if needed as hand-to-hand combat is much more silent than any gun. But, none of this needs to be done if Robert plays his cards right and doesn't get detected. Personality: Robert is an open and outgoing guy, having his eyes on the people of the party and taking notes on those who seems interesting to him. He is a calculating person who is full of charm as he learns about the people who are around him by studying their actions and conversations. Learning to meld himself into a form which will more likely create cohesion with the environment he is in, his behavior for this comes from the strong survival instincts he has. Who always is in the possession of having a constant and ever-changing personality, the only remotely solid piece of his character which carries on is his charisma which he pools off in one way or another. Keeping his true thoughts locked away in a safe far behind the mask that he has created for the situation, Robert is truly a secretive individual once you realize this. However, adapting to life out in space with no permanent place to call home Robert knows better that it is better to attract allies using honey rather than vinegar. Being quite a flirtatious individual, seducing is one of his ways of doing things along with it as a form of having dangerous entertainment for him. It not only serves Robert as a game for boredom but method of escaping sticky situations as well. Doing things that he wouldn't have thought of doing a long time ago, he has mostly lost a good chunk of his inhibition since then and will likely try anything. Being quite the obnoxious and fun loving person he is, he likes engaging in uncomfortable situation with people which can embarrass them or do something unpredictable. Despite this, his charismatic nature makes Robert generally a great guy to socialize with and have fun outing or night and is a person who isn't afraid to make advances if he feels like it. Notable Gear: Robert has everything that he owns mostly on him, having his silenced pistol equipped and concealed most of the time on his waist as he goes throughout the galaxy. The gun itself is easily hidden within his trench coat, allowing him to easily stash things but at the same time with a ballistic weaving improves his defense at firearms as well. Robert also swears he has another trench coat for more colder weather, but doesn't know or remember what has happened to it. despite his hiccup, with his pistol comes with his baton which can be basically folded into the handle for storage anywhere on his body, with it capable of having an electric charge when turned on. Among the few other possession that Robert has on his person is Profiler, a device which rivals the technology of this generation and can be considered on the edge of next gen. It is a machine capable of doing almost anything once connected to a system, its reach almost unlimited but how many moves it has at a time is quite limited. Discretion is key to the use of Profiler but if needed... lets just say mayhem can be cause if the situation calls for it.
3,069	67	5	1,665	1,416	Ozmond Oz decided that being unfrozen was not a pleasant experience. He gasped for cold, stale, air, wincing at the light as his pod opened with a hiss. He tumbled down from the upright pod, sitting on his knees as he caught his breath. He took a precursory glance around him and found that he wasn’t alone. Another man, about his height but significantly more muscled. Before he could feel too self-conscious, he came to the conclusion that he had the better beard. A woman, who he easily had eight or so inches on. She was smiling, which he found interesting considering the situation. Another man, who he immediately decided he was afraid of. The man had a hard face, and gave off a vibe that said “do not fuck with me.” Oz was only too happy to oblige. The final person in the room, an older man who was somehow scarier than the last. He had steely eyes, and a beard that Ozmond had to concede was better than his own. They began introducing themselves. Robert, Rain, Jericho, Ben. It only felt right to add his own name to the list. Before he could, people started dressing. He suddenly realized they were all wearing skin tight black body suits. Some years ago, he may have been distracted by the tightness of their garb, but years of doctoring had killed that. He watched, realizing that everyone was putting on their clothes over the body suits. He decided to do the same. He donned the thin, long-sleeve thermal shirt and the heavy A-MOS pants. The A-MOS jacket came next, and he buttoned it up, feeling more comfortable with its familiar weight. He slid into the boots last, deciding to attach the helmet and goggles to his belt, since it appears as though they weren’t in combat. He stopped suddenly. How did he know what an A-MOS was? He couldn’t remember ever wearing one, but it felt familiar. He panicked silently, realizing he could remember little, excluding his name. There must have been a memory wipe of some sort. Yes, that sounded right. He realized that the woman, Rain, was beginning to walk away and decided to speak. ”Ozmond. Ozmond McGregor. Though almost everyone I’ve ever known calls me Oz. I-I’m a, uh, m-medic, I think.” He began to remember a bit more. He knew he had been an army medic, a fact that suddenly made him aware of the fact that his pistol was gone. He couldn’t remember what army he had fought for, though. He shook his head, deciding to follow the lights towards what he assumed to be the bridge. Everything would probably be explained there, right?	Name: Ozmond “Oz” McGregor Gender: Male Age: 23 Char. Type/Role: Medic Appearance: Oz is 5’ 11” and 146 pounds. He’s slim and lean, but not muscled. He has light brown hair and beard that makes him look significantly older than he actually is. He has an unreadable face and pale green eyes. When not working, he tends to dress more formally than is required. When working, he wears his standard uniform. Skills/Abilities: Sidearm Training: “Rifles? Too much kick to them. Give me a pistol and I can put some decent shots down-range” Extensive Medical Knowledge: “My parents were army medics, I grew up reading medical textbooks.” Exceptional Cook: ”I should’ve been a chef, really. Not as much life-saving, but so much more money.” Archimedes PDP M3: A common pistol with plentiful ammo, high accuracy, and moderate stopping power. Abrams Medical Operations Suit (MOS): Lovingly referred to as the "Moss" by users, the A-MOS can be found in some form in almost every Hospital, Infirmary, or Doctor's Office. The combat version of the suit (see Uniform) worn by Oz is very lightly armored, not enough to stop bullets, but enough to slow them to a non-fatal velocity. It has a holster for the PDP on its left side, as well as a pair of Medical Analysis Goggles. The "Mags" can, given about three minutes, display the vitals of any one patient that Oz observes. Medical Supplies: Fairly run-of-the-mill medical supplies. Synthetic medicated bandages, antibiotics, a field surgery kit, and three syringes of Adamerol, an emergency coagulant and painkiller combo, useful for high-risk situations in which the wounded are needed to fight. Personality: Oz has a reputation for being fairly mild-mannered. While he’s not quiet in his opinions, he does know when to keep quiet. He’s exceptionally intelligent, but never had to speak out loud very much most of his life. He has a slight stutter, but his words are carefully chosen. He has a good sense of humor and doesn’t take himself too seriously, making him good at making friends.
3,070	67	6	1,357	144	THE BRIDGE As you enter into what you presume to be the bridge, you find yourself in an area easily three times the size of the cryo-stasis room and made of the same dark metal as it. At the front of the room, straight across from the doorway, is a large window glaring out into the dark void of space. Along the walls of the room are several consoles with various ship readings flashing across their screens. In the center of the room is a large circular console with five chairs around it. On the console, in front of each seat, is a small personal display and in the center of the console is what appears to be a large holo-projector. In the center of the ceiling you can see a weird orb shaped object that you get the uncomfortable feeling is watching your movements. As you enter the room and begin looking around you hear the speaker system turn itself back on. "Thank you for coming to the Bridge as I requested. With you all here, we can begin introductions and briefings. I am the shipboard Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence, or ANDI for short. You are aboard a light cruiser called The Phantom, commissioned by and registered to ." A pause as ANDI seems to check himself before continuing. "I apologize for those errors, but it appears many of my memory cores were wiped the last time we docked. As I was saying though, you are aboard the Phantom. This ship was built with state of the art stealth and navigation systems, and mid tier defense and weapons systems. It was also built to be as hands free as possible. Except for my data core and the ship core, all systems are built into the ship itself and maintained by microbots within the structure. As such, there is plenty of time for training and relaxation by the crew, yourselves, during travel and little need for maintenance." As you come farther into the room, the holo-projector starts up and projects the image of a small, blocky shaped space station. "In terms of the current mission, we are currently 1 AU away from our mission target, the COFTA Research Space Station Beta Omega Epsilon located just outside COFTA space. Your mission is to board the station, transmit all data cores to me, retrieve any physical research, and destroy the station. Use of deadly force has been permitted for this mission, and anything not relevant to the mission is free to take. At sublight speeds, we should be docking at the station within three hours. Feel free to visit your rooms, communicate with me, relax, and explore the ship. I can be contacted from any room by speaking out and saying my name. All personal items can be found in your rooms." Finishing his debriefing, ANDI turns the speaker off. At the front of the bridge, the window darkens and is replaced by a map of the ship, split into two levels, with each room labeled. Looking behind you, you also see the lights have turned on in the rest of the hallways. Upper Floor/Main Deck Lower Floor NOTES: A.L. = Airlock (1, 2, or 3). This is also marked by the grey squares. Ele. = Elevator. Goes between each floor. Main. = Maintenance	Name: Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence aka ANDI Race: Artificial Intelligence Gender: Sounds masculine Age: Unknown Char. Type/Role: Shipboard computer and navigator Appearance: You've seen one of his camera's, or 'eyes' in the ceilings. They're dark glass domes. He has data cores somewhere on the ship. Skills/Abilities: Navigation, ship operation, likely other unknown abilities. Personality: You've just met him.
3,071	67	7	641	893	The bridge was an odd room with a notable lack of a pilot's seat. Rain began pacing around the room, examining the consoles and displays. As she did a mechanical voice began to speak, introducing itself as ANDI. AI? Microbots? Stealth? We're working for someone with very deep pockets. Rain was slightly disheartened to hear that the ship's maintenance and piloting was automated. It didn't sit right with her. She would need to look into taking control of it for herself. She didn't trust the AI with a human task. Although theoretically the AI would've flown the ship flawlessly, there were key differences between an AI pilot and a Human pilot that made Humans better suited for the task. The prime example being the fact that the AI flew the ship like it was a textbook. There was no creativity, no ingenuity, and that didn't agree with Rain. Although her pride probably accounted for a larger part of the mistrust. But for now there were other things to do. She looked at the assembled group, "Well, I'm going to go to my room... and then I'm going to go check out maintenance, so come get me if I'm needed for anything... by the by, I'm a pilot. The very best," She spoke her next sentence lowly so the AI hopefully wouldn't catch it, "Better then a damned robot." She resumed speaking at a normal tone, "I'm also a mechanic, engineer, hacker, er... general genius." She said with a short laugh. She was, of course, still smiling. "Well... see ya later, I guess." She turned away, heading to her room with a wave. It was a fairly spacious room. Unusual fare for space- most ships have their crew packed like sardines, efficient use of space was a big deal. Evidently not as important for the Phantom. She looked it over, and her heart dropped. So that's how it is, huh? She was distressed because this room was without a shadow of a doubt her design. That very fact had many implications, the most important being that she agreed to this. Did she want to forget? Why? She would need to find answers. For now she examined her room. The most prominent piece was her bed- it wasn't some luxurious queen sized affair. It was a simple twin bed. She wasn't planning on sharing it with anyone. Beside it was a nightstand, a lamp and an alarm clock placed upon it. A small closet sat in the corner, packed with her clothing, a mirror making up the door of the closet. Along the side of the room was its second most prominent feature- a workbench, equipped with a multitude of tools, drawers filled with transistors, resistors, capacitors, an army of parts. She would have some fun with it. Lying on the workbench was her toolkit, her pistol, her PDA, and a belt equipped with spots to carry her gear. She would put it on after she finished looking over the room. On the opposite wall was a desk, on which a state of the art computer sat, attached to an unnecessary amount of monitors. In the back was a bathroom- shower, toilet, everything she would need. For now she would shed the skintight jumpsuit, finally able to feel comfortable in her clothes without it. She picked up the belt on the table, putting it on. She attached her PDA to it, then placed the gun into the holster. It wasn't really her gun, she knew that much. Her grip on it was clumsy and she didn't want to use it, but she recalled that someone had made her carry it in her past. She left the toolkit for now- too big and cumbersome to carry around casually. She left her room, taking the elevator down to the lower level. Although maintenance wasn't technically required she still felt it was her job to take a look. As she strode through the storage area she spoke aloud, hoping the AI would answer. "So, uh ANDI, I have a couple of questions... well, first, uh, is there anything you can tell me about me that I wouldn't know? Accounting for the memory wipe, that is. Secondly, not that I don't trust, uh, you," She didn't trust it, "Is there any possibility of me taking manual control of the ship? I don't really like the whole autopilot thing, I'd rather fly myself." As she finished speaking she opened the door to maintenance, taking in the ship's cores.	Gender Female Age 28 Role Pilot, Mechanic, Hacker, General Tech Expert Appearance Rain isn't a particularly imposing figure- quite the opposite in fact, standing a little below average at 5'2". Se has a slim frame, with little notable muscle mass or fat, but she carries himself confidently to compensate. Her skin is a pale white- she's typically cooped up in a cockpit, so she doesn't get a whole lot of sun. Her face is plain, not notably pretty, made unique by a generous sprinkling of freckles that gives her a girlish appearance. His hair is auburn, falling messily over her forehead and tumbling down to to the top of her back. Her hair tends to get in the way while working so while on-duty it's typically kept in a neat ponytail. Her smile is one of the few features that makes her stand out- straight and wide with no crooked teeth, seemingly perpetually placed on her face. This combined with her eyes, a striking and deep green often likened to a forest, save her otherwise plain appearance appearance. On the subject of her eyes Rain requires glasses to read clearly, or text tends to blur together. Rain's overall a pretty girl, more of a girl next door pretty then supermodel pretty, but she gets by alright. After all, it's what's on the inside that counts, right? Skills/Abilities Rain likes boasts that she's the best pilot in the universe, and while the truth behind this statement is certainly uncertain she is undoubtedly a very highly skilled pilot, and is certainly counted among the very best. She could probably at one time have boasted many accomplishments in the field of space battle, but has forgotten that along with everything else. Despite her lack of memory she's incredibly confident in her skills and the one you want in the cockpit in a tough situation. Besides her skills as a pilot she's a highly competent engineer. She knows how to fix her ships as well as she knows how to fly them. Her engineering skills of course don't apply only to ships- she's handy with tools and is very knowledgeable when it comes to mechanics. She can fix almost anything with the right tools, assuming it isn't completely destroyed, and displays high knowledge of cutting edge technologies. Besides her skills in mechanics she's also a highly skilled hacker and programmer, able to break into most systems. However her skills with technology is offset by her complete hopelessness in martial skill. She's almost barely passing with a pistol and probably couldn't even think to look at any sort of bigger gun. She's clumsy in a fist fight and even clumsier in a gunfight. Rain's help should not be counted on in a combat situation, and she's like to need protecting. Personality Rain is an easy girl to get along with. She's very easygoing, friendly, and charismatic. She's quick to crack a joke and is a master of sarcasm. Sometimes this friendliness can be seen as excessive by those who's personalities don't quite meld with hers, and her refusal to act seriously can be grating. Her smile rarely fades and she's an eternal optimist, refusing to let the bad things overtake her. To her friends she's loyal, and to those who don't like her she's forgiving. She has problems approaching situations objectively and tends to let her first gut emotion guide her, which sometimes lands her in trouble. Despite her goofy exterior Rain is very smart- she is a highly skilled engineer and hacker after all, and such skills don't come without a great degree of intelligence. During the rare instances where Rain does get serious she is capable of great focus and will work hard to achieve what she has set her mind to, although that rarely happens. Gear Rain posses a fully equipped tool box with everything she would need for her work. From wrenches to more advanced tools such as plasma cutters and welders. She also carries a small pistol, something easily concealable that she doesn't like to take out unless she has to. She posses an advanced PDA that can find most publicly accessible information on the fly, and not so public information if she can hack into the right database. It also allows her to interface with most computer systems, although it's distinct from Robert's Profiler in that it doesn't do the work for her- it allows her to connect to systems, but she needs to manually operate and hack them. As for her attire she almost always wears her brown leather jacket. She feels it has some sentimental value, but obviously the memories aren't there. It doesn't have any special qualities besides keeping the cold off.
3,072	67	8	2,015	780	Bloody robots Ben thought, scowling at ANDI's interface. Who gave that thing the right to keep me here? He'd never been one to move before he knew what was what, however, and decided to check the rest of the ship out before drawing any conclusion. As he was about to leave the room, Rain started talking. The best? Bah, I've seen pilots who could fly circles around her, I don't doubt. Still, it's good to be confident. When she was done, he gave a shrug. "I wouldnae want to make any claims so bold as being the best pilot there ever was but I'd say I'm fair good to have in a scrap, so long as I'm on your side. Yon computer says we'll be docking in three hours, so I suggest everyone acquaint themselves with the ship then suit up and warm up." With that, he walked out and made for what was 'his' room. Arriving in it was... strange. Ben had a sense that he'd been here before but couldn't place any of the details. The little cabin was spartan, with no more comforts than a bed, a desk and a chair. The rest of the room was taken up with exercise machines; dumbbells, a chin-up bar, a balance board. All were serviceable and well used though Ben didn't recognise them. On the desk sat a stylus and some paper, alongside a set of tools Ben definitely remembered. The box contained his maintenance gear, a collection of tools, specialised and otherwise, for repairing and maintaining everything he owned. There were needles, thread, polish, brushes, screws, tweezers, sprays and an array of clothes for a myriad of different uses. With this kit he could keep his guns in pristine condition, his boots sealed and tough, his clothes thick and warm and his mind in good shape. Nothing helped soothe the agitation of purposelessness than caring for something he owned. Even looking at the kit now, he could feel some of his frustration at the mysteriousness of his current situation melting away. Can't stand around doing nothing all the live long day he thought with a sigh. First things first, he reclaimed all the small holdout weapons he liked to have concealed on his person, all of which had been carefully laid out in one of the desk drawers. Knife, pistol, knife, flashbang, knife, grenade, knife. All slotted away into different places in his suit and boots. With them equipped, he felt considerably more self assured. Anyone attempting to put him away in cryo-sleep again would have another thing coming. Secondly, he decided to make a few... precautions. Selecting a suitable blade, he went back to the cryo chamber and concealed it within his pod, near the floor. It wasn't immediately obvious to the naked eye but a quick search of the pod would reveal it. He'd have to hope they were less thorough about searching the pods than they would be about his searching his clothes. Next stop, the armoury. Despite living his entire life surrounded by them and using them constantly to great effect, Ben wasn't particularly fond of guns. People thought of them as symbols of power and might, as things that instantly made your problems smaller. In old Ben's experience, guns mostly just brought a whole new world of problems with them. Still, he wasn't going to let some silly self examination stop him from examining the contents of the armoury. Stepping inside, he immediately knew one thing; whoever paid for this ship was loaded. There was everything; breaching charges, assault shotguns, laceration mines, sniper rifles, tear gas, rail guns. And in the corner, leaning against a wall, Ben's constant companion; Nessie. A treasured assault rifle, Nessie was one of the few guns still in common use to fire solid slugs rather than lasers or plasma. Of course, she didn't just shoot lead, her bullets were hollow-points containing small explosive packages that could blow the head of a rhino. Still, Ben always felt a twinge of superiority when laser guns fizzled and failed but Nessie kept on blazing away. Quickly moving through a few routine checks, such as snapping back the slide and adjusting the sights, Ben spoke aloud to the ship computer. "ANDI, you there? I want to know a wee bit more about this 'research station' and who will be on it. I'm no going to go into a firefight blind, d'ya ken?"	Gender: Male. Age: Older than you, kid. Role: Pointman, urban tracker, bargainer. Appearance: Skills/Abilities: Old Ben has spent almost his entire life as a mercenary of one sort or another. He's fought for rebel causes and then for the establishment crushing them. He's protected the interests of big business before helping rob them with a band of crooks. And if there's biome that old Ben has never fought in, they must have invented it yesterday. Throughout most of his career, Ben has fulfilled the role of pointman, the first member of any team to enter the killzone and the one with the lowest life expectancy. So as good as Ben is with his rifle, handgun and knife, his main talent is the one he's practised most; he's extremely good at not dying. He's really gotten into the habit of being a live, in fact, and doesn't intend to start dying at his time of life. That's always been something other people did. Ben's great experience comes in useful in all sorts of ways; he knows which models of guns are reliable, who to buy them from, which jobs will be busts and which ones will pay out more. He can usually tell when someone's trying to play him, cheat him or sell him supplies at an inflated price. Ben's prior dealings with most traders mean that if they see him coming, they immeadiately begin packing the best stuff they have into a bag, put on a big smile and hope he'll pay without telling the other customers what things should really cost in the stall. Ben's final talent is in tracking, but not out in the bush. He has friends in low places, has Ben, and he can almost always call upon them for favours or information. Anyone running away from him better make sure that no one and nothing sees them do it, because the walls have ears and mouths. Mouths that talk to Old Ben. Personality: Like many people of a more senior age, Ben doesn't take kindly to fools or time wasters. He's seen enough of them in his life and doesn't particularly feel the need to talk to any more, especially not now his luck is probably running dry. So those that don't get to the point or don't know what the point is get a short shrift from Ben. Those who know their mind and aren't afraid to speak it, however, should get along just fine with him. When something is up, you can be sure Ben will tell you, whether you like it or not. Maybe you're not cooking the stew quite right, maybe you missed a spot while cleaning your rifle, he'll let you know. And he expects the same from others, as long as the criticism is constructive. Ben believes in telling people when they've gone wrong and hopes others will do the same for him. He can be a little grumpy, a little cantankerous but only when he's not on a job. Without a purpose, Ben feels aimless and frustrated. With something to focus on, he tends to be gruffly cheerful if a little pushy. While on a job, Ben constantly pushes the other members of the team to make sure they're on alert and doing all they can to make sure the job succeeds, even if he's not leading the team. Success leads to life, he sometimes says, and he doesn't intend to die just yet. Gear: To be added
3,073	67	9	1,357	144	Maintenance Access - Rain In the maintenance access area of the Phantom, you find yourself in a room reminiscent of the bridge. The walls are covered floor to ceiling with consoles and touch screens controlling and displaying the workings of the ship. Everything from fuel levels and weapons status to the air conditioning and heating systems are displayed. With your trained eyes however, you notice that most of them seem to be under a kind of lockdown, preventing manual access to them. Straight ahead of the door you came in is the door leading to the ship core and AI data core room. Unfortunately, the door is locked by unknown means and won’t open. You can however see into the room through a reinforced window that's part of the door, and what you see amazes you. In the center of the room is a large metal sphere suspended in place by reinforced beams jutting out of the ceiling and floor. Wires of all sizes hook into and attach to the sphere, drawing obscene amounts of energy. Giant reinforced wire/hose like structures come out of each side of the sphere and disappear into the floor. The whole room seems to pulse, as if the sphere itself is drawing in the light around it. Your trained eye can tell that this is unlike any ship core you’ve seen, as it is an antimatter core. In fact by most accounts this type of core is theoretical at best. The fact that your ship has an antimatter core speaks volumes of your employer. At your questions, ANDI readily replies, ”Ms. Causwell my own records on you all are quite limited as it appears they were mostly erased. I will give you what I can though. It appears that you came highly recommended as a top tier pilot. In fact, while there are no official records saying as much, you were considered one of the COFTA’s best pilots, unofficially ranking higher than any human and many non-humans. In fact, the only humans to match or exceed you were those with major cybernetic enhancements and augmentations. However, it wasn’t just your piloting skills that were taken into account. Your skills as an engineer and programmer were also looked at, and your lack of an allegiance to any single entity.” ANDI pauses, allowing you to process what he said. ”It appears that was more, but I am unable to access it. I am sorry for not being able to provide more information. In regards to your other question about taking manual control, I will say that it is possible to do but is not advised. While your abilities as a pilot are in no way in question, you do not have access to all the resources I do. I have flight logs and simulations from nearly every major space battle of the past century from which I can draw data, and have been programmed to examine over one million possible scenarios every second. Additionally, the autopilot feature is meant to allow you to leave the ship and take part in off ship missions at any time.” ANDI pauses for another moment, almost as if considering something. ”If it is of any consolation, I have a number of simulations that I believe are based on your performance in various dogfights and bombing runs.” With that, ANDI is once again silent and you are left in the maintenance room with only the buzz and whirl of hidden machines as company. Armory - Ben Looking around the area, you note that during your initial inspection of the room, you missed a small printer like object in the far corner. You eventually recognize it as a 3D printer/manufacturer for ammunition and small parts. Judging by the variety of weapons in the armory, the printer likely has blueprints for just about any type of physical bullet or projectile you could want. As you’re checking your gun, you can feel ANDI watching you from the dome set into the ceiling in the center of the room. At your question, ANDI is quick to answer. ”While I do not have a lot on this station, I will tell you what I can. I will be broadcasting this to the rest of the crew since it pertains to them also. According to the official COFTA records, the station is a classified military research station. However, our employer provided an additional file with more information on the station. The station seems to be devoted to researching person-to-person neural interaction and communication but three months ago went dark. Buried shipping logs show that approximately four months ago an unknown artifact was delivered to the station. The last roster available shows twenty two names and nothing indicates this might have changed. Additionally, three weeks ago, a COFTA patrol ship docked and never left. Most COFTA patrol ships carry only six to eight patrolmen. Under those conditions, it is possible there are up to thirty people aboard the station, though it is unknown how many, if any, are hostile. However, because the patrol ship never left, our employer would like us to assume the worst. Once we dock at the station I will be able to provide a floor layout and possible additional information.” Silence once again returns to the armory, leaving you to clean and take care of your weapons.	Name: Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence aka ANDI Race: Artificial Intelligence Gender: Sounds masculine Age: Unknown Char. Type/Role: Shipboard computer and navigator Appearance: You've seen one of his camera's, or 'eyes' in the ceilings. They're dark glass domes. He has data cores somewhere on the ship. Skills/Abilities: Navigation, ship operation, likely other unknown abilities. Personality: You've just met him.
3,074	67	10	641	893	Rain took in the room. Panels, consoles, touch screens as far as the eye could see, all locked out to her. The door in front of her led to the ship's core and to the very annoying AI's core. She tried it, but it was locked. She glanced through the window and couldn't believe her eyes. It didn't take long for her to recognize what the ship was running off of. An antimatter core? She had never seen one, which was not very surprising considering by all rights it shouldn't exist. It was science fiction, but here it was. It was amazing and she absolutely had to get into that room. She would've taken apart the core if it wasn't running the ship and very dangerous to dismantle and very, very expensive. The door wouldn't have been a problem. If she got in there she could even perform some percussive maintenance on ANDI. She wished. If it wasn't clear, Rain wasn't a fan of AI. In fact, that was an understatement. Tech like that was dangerous. If a machine could really learn for itself, where would it stop? Soon enough it would be 'I'm sorry Rain, I'm afraid I can't do that' and then she'd really have a reason to blast that thing out of the airlock where it belonged. Rouge AI was always a danger- sure, it had its advantages, but why take the risk? Speaking of, the robot began to answer her questions. He didn't tell her anything she couldn't of guessed. She already knew what she could do and that she was good. One thing did pique her interest, "Er, what exactly is the COFTA? Military, or something else?" She asked the AI. As for her second question she was very disappointed in the answer. If she was sure of one thing it was that she could fly the ship better then a robot, regardless of how many scenarios it could process. An AI lacked ingenuity, instinct, everything that makes a pilot great. Besides, why hire a pilot if you're not going to let her fly the ship? Why hire an engineer and not let her into the core? Rain sighed. For now she'd have to find another way to occupy herself. She left the maintenance area, coming into the hallway that connected it to freight, the shuttle bay, and the armory. She was going to go look at the shuttle, maybe she would be able to fly that at least, but she noticed the armory door open. She walked in and found the old man examining his guns. There was certainly no lack of that- just about anything you could shoot, explode, use as any sort of weapon seemed to be here. "Well, I don't think we're going to have to worry about munitions." She said to the old man, smiling. She walked over to the printer in the corner. "Very cool. This'll certainly come in handy. You're Ben, right? Old Ben? Do you really want to be called 'old'?"	Gender Female Age 28 Role Pilot, Mechanic, Hacker, General Tech Expert Appearance Rain isn't a particularly imposing figure- quite the opposite in fact, standing a little below average at 5'2". Se has a slim frame, with little notable muscle mass or fat, but she carries himself confidently to compensate. Her skin is a pale white- she's typically cooped up in a cockpit, so she doesn't get a whole lot of sun. Her face is plain, not notably pretty, made unique by a generous sprinkling of freckles that gives her a girlish appearance. His hair is auburn, falling messily over her forehead and tumbling down to to the top of her back. Her hair tends to get in the way while working so while on-duty it's typically kept in a neat ponytail. Her smile is one of the few features that makes her stand out- straight and wide with no crooked teeth, seemingly perpetually placed on her face. This combined with her eyes, a striking and deep green often likened to a forest, save her otherwise plain appearance appearance. On the subject of her eyes Rain requires glasses to read clearly, or text tends to blur together. Rain's overall a pretty girl, more of a girl next door pretty then supermodel pretty, but she gets by alright. After all, it's what's on the inside that counts, right? Skills/Abilities Rain likes boasts that she's the best pilot in the universe, and while the truth behind this statement is certainly uncertain she is undoubtedly a very highly skilled pilot, and is certainly counted among the very best. She could probably at one time have boasted many accomplishments in the field of space battle, but has forgotten that along with everything else. Despite her lack of memory she's incredibly confident in her skills and the one you want in the cockpit in a tough situation. Besides her skills as a pilot she's a highly competent engineer. She knows how to fix her ships as well as she knows how to fly them. Her engineering skills of course don't apply only to ships- she's handy with tools and is very knowledgeable when it comes to mechanics. She can fix almost anything with the right tools, assuming it isn't completely destroyed, and displays high knowledge of cutting edge technologies. Besides her skills in mechanics she's also a highly skilled hacker and programmer, able to break into most systems. However her skills with technology is offset by her complete hopelessness in martial skill. She's almost barely passing with a pistol and probably couldn't even think to look at any sort of bigger gun. She's clumsy in a fist fight and even clumsier in a gunfight. Rain's help should not be counted on in a combat situation, and she's like to need protecting. Personality Rain is an easy girl to get along with. She's very easygoing, friendly, and charismatic. She's quick to crack a joke and is a master of sarcasm. Sometimes this friendliness can be seen as excessive by those who's personalities don't quite meld with hers, and her refusal to act seriously can be grating. Her smile rarely fades and she's an eternal optimist, refusing to let the bad things overtake her. To her friends she's loyal, and to those who don't like her she's forgiving. She has problems approaching situations objectively and tends to let her first gut emotion guide her, which sometimes lands her in trouble. Despite her goofy exterior Rain is very smart- she is a highly skilled engineer and hacker after all, and such skills don't come without a great degree of intelligence. During the rare instances where Rain does get serious she is capable of great focus and will work hard to achieve what she has set her mind to, although that rarely happens. Gear Rain posses a fully equipped tool box with everything she would need for her work. From wrenches to more advanced tools such as plasma cutters and welders. She also carries a small pistol, something easily concealable that she doesn't like to take out unless she has to. She posses an advanced PDA that can find most publicly accessible information on the fly, and not so public information if she can hack into the right database. It also allows her to interface with most computer systems, although it's distinct from Robert's Profiler in that it doesn't do the work for her- it allows her to connect to systems, but she needs to manually operate and hack them. As for her attire she almost always wears her brown leather jacket. She feels it has some sentimental value, but obviously the memories aren't there. It doesn't have any special qualities besides keeping the cold off.
3,075	67	11	729	2,152	Jericho Cross Jericho crossed his arms once on the bridge, noting that the only other person he was willing to dignify with additional thought right now was this Old Ben fellow. He seemed to be in his sixties, and considering how he held himself and moved, he was likely a seasoned fighter. Which meant he had lived to be rather old in a very, very dangerous profession. That implied either stupid amounts of luck, which Jericho doubted looking at the man, or he was really good. If push came to shove, the bounty hunter mused, he would have to pull some real dirty fighting off to stand a snow balls chance in hell of coming out alive. In short, he was confident he could handle the rest of em, if it came down to it, but Old Ben would be tricky, at best. But, he cleared his mind of those thoughts as this ANDI popped in, the mysterious voice from before identifying itself as such, and the holo display giving a look over the mission, simplifying terms in his mind. Storm the station, kill anything that is hostile, loot the place for anything related to the research, or was useful period, then put the place to the torch. Jericho smirked at the idea, the words smash and grab came to mind, and it seemed to fit. He couldn't say why, considering nothing of his past was available in his head, but the brief did not take long. The others seemed to scatter with their own questions and work to do in the next few hours, so while ANDI did eventually come over and elaborate on the situation on the space station, Jericho went to his quarters to find his gear. Sure enough, there seemed to be some body armor, which he went about putting on through innate muscle memory, and then he saw something that warmed his heart. A custom tooled, massive handcannon of a revolver. And a bunch of ammo, conveniently labeled as well, which he quickly loaded up and pocketed. He loaded his gun, spinning the chamber with an experienced hand and flicking it shut, loaded with six rather hefty looking anti personelle rounds. The wrist PDA was marked as a tracker, along with a bunch of tiny little chips. Pocketing those and locking the PDA onto his forearm, he pulled the sleeve of his jacket back down. He was fully armed. Now, that left the obvious question. His past. Jericho figured he might as well see what that crapshoot of an AI, ANDI, had to say. "ANDI, request all available information on Jericho Cross." No nonesense, he had better things to do than play silly buggers with an AI. He would have to go to the armory and see what tools they had available, take stock, and arm up as necessary. He expected trouble, his gut told him to at any rate, and he would be ready. Whether that meant really, really big guns or enough explosives to take out a small planetoid. Time would tell which was more necessary.	Name: Jericho Cross Gender: Male Age: 37 Char. Type/Role: Bounty Hunter Appearance: Skills/Abilities: Rather unsurprisingly, Jericho is a dead accurate shot with his highly tooled pistol, something that probably saved the man's life more times than he could have counted. Most weapons, in general, have crossed into his use at one point or another, and he has a rather impressive grasp on combat and tactics, beyond being able to pick up most weapons and make use of them rather readily. Outside of a fight, Jericho is a natural tracker of both sentient and nonsentient species, especially those that he has crossed paths with before. He is also an armorer, capable of maintaining most weapons and armors, since there isn't much time for him to rely on others to patch his gear. Outside of walking, or running, most complicated vehicles are outside of his range of skills, and pray to whatever god you believe in he isn't the only hands available to patch someone up, since it will likely not end well for them. Unless he is burning a wound shut with a smoking barrel anything more complicated than that is answered by hard boozing and a hardy constitution. Needless to say, most medical professionals hate him. Personality: Jericho Cross is a wary individual, who trusts slowly and is even quicker to abandon any hard earned trust he might have had in someone or something, only willing to usually trust what his own two eyes see, and what his gun can do for him. Jericho does not joke and takes a situation deadly serious, and often times either ignores jokes going over his head, or completely fails to register they were jokes to begin with. Jericho keeps a tight lock on his feelings, and as such typically has a real hard time interacting with people outside dragging them to be turned in for his payment. Needless to say, he isn't very popular. As such, he often drinks, heavily, when off duty, to the point that most of his paycheck, that isn't towards maintaining gear, is towards booze, often times drinking his meals rather than eating them. Get him drunk enough and he'll reach some semblance of an approachable human being, right up until he smashes the empty bottle over someone's head. So not really approachable at all, he hid a lot under this exterior but since he can't remember what now, thanks to the memory wipe, he tends to get angry when its brought up, or violent if drunk when its brought up. But he can be relied on in a bad situation to be himself, untrusting and ready to act to see a job done. Gear: - Custom Revolver: Jericho's pride and joy is a massive caliber handcannon, which utilizes various ammunition types for varying jobs, all of which can be loaded in the blink of an eye, such is the bounty hunter's experience with the gun. The two most common being an armor piercing, for hard targets, and hollow point for softer, less hardy targets. He also carries a Less than Lethal round that, barring shots to the vital organs or head, usually wont kill. Usually. More exotic ammo exists, but Jericho rarely carries them unless he knows he'll need it. The revolver also has a laser sight and small optic, although the optic sees dubious amount of use since Jericho often fires via the still intact iron sights. - Body Armor: Jericho maintains several lines of personal defence, the first and most obvious is not being where the rounds are. As such, his equipment is deceptively light weight for its strength, but only really covers the vitals in hardplate. The first physical line is his old duster, fitted with a ballistic weave as well as cushioned in the right spots to alleviate blunt force. His most obvious defense is the thick composite breastplate, which is composed of several materials to interweave into a more effective defense than any of them alone would provide. It is also the heaviest part and is in no way, shape, or form concealable, and is, like any armor, hardly proof against everything. But it covers the most common bases, coated with energy diffusing outer layer and the rest a series of composite layers designed to hold up to varying degrees of small arm calibers. - Tracking Devices and wrist mounted PDA: Tiny, less than a square inch in size, devices that Jericho can plant or even throw onto escaping targets, which then allows Jericho to track them with his specialized PDA. They have limited range and battery life, and the PDA itself is otherwise average and unassuming beyond the tracking mechanic, unequipped for any sort of hacking or specialized work beyond the program loaded to indicate location of a tracker.
3,076	67	12	1,357	144	Maintenance Access - Rain “COFTA, or the Cygnus-Orion Free Trade Alliance, is one of the three major alliances in the galaxy. The major, and original, signatories of the alliance are the Humans and the Cygons, however four other races have since joined the alliance. Currently the COFTA considerers all of the Orion-Cygnus Spur to be under their jurisdiction. In the years since it’s founding, the COFTA has become an actual governing body, passing laws for it’s territories, fielding a military and police force, facilitating diplomacy with the other two alliances and even independent races, and promoting trade. Jericho’s Room - Jericho ”Mr. Cross my own records are somewhat incomplete as it appears that I was also subject to a memory erase. I will provide everything I can at the moment and the next time we dock in a port with extranet access I will do a full search on your name. From what I can find, you’re a highly skilled gunman and tactical leader. On this team, Mr. Ben is likely the only one to match or excel over you in these areas. However, your abilities as a tracker and hunter appear to have been the deciding factor in your employment on the team. As a bounty hunter, you came highly recommended from several firms.”	Name: Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence aka ANDI Race: Artificial Intelligence Gender: Sounds masculine Age: Unknown Char. Type/Role: Shipboard computer and navigator Appearance: You've seen one of his camera's, or 'eyes' in the ceilings. They're dark glass domes. He has data cores somewhere on the ship. Skills/Abilities: Navigation, ship operation, likely other unknown abilities. Personality: You've just met him.
3,077	67	13	1,665	1,416	Ozmond Oz left the bridge as soon as the others began to trickle out. He looked about aimlessly when he stepped into the corridor. What now? he asked silently to no one in particular. No one in particular responded. He decided that his natural destination should be his quarters. There he went, noticing with some comfort that this room was indeed his own. The room may have been neat at one time, with all of his datapads containing medical textbooks, as well as actual paper written textbooks, packed neatly away in the tall bookshelf in the corner. He imagined his clothes folded in his closet, his bed well-made. He almost laughed. While Ozmond couldn’t remember arranging the room, he had no doubt in his mind that he had not been settled for more than a few minutes before he began to inadvertently tear it apart. I should probably clean up. He thought as he closed his door and shed the A-MOS and jumpsuit. He sighed and picked up the A-MOS, haphazardly folding it and stowing it in his closet. He wouldn’t need it on ship, so he might as well not dirty it before their first mission. The rest of the mess he neglected, throwing on a simple dress shirt and slacks. He looked in the small mirror sitting atop his dresser. He had hoped that the clothes would make him look more like a doctor. They did not. He looked just as scared and inexperienced as he did before. He almost left his room to investigate the med-bay before stopping mid stride. My gun. He likely wouldn’t need it on the ship, but he still liked to have it with him. He frantically looked around the room, somehow throwing it into a greater state of disarray. Finally, he found a small lock box under the bed. He set it atop the mattress and unlocked it with hs fingerprint. It popped open with a satisfying hiss, revealing the weapon that had accompanied him for most of his adult life. It had been an Archimedes Personal Defense Pistol, Mark III. This was no longer the case. The only remaining piece of the original weapon was the body. The focusing crystal, dampener, heat sinks, and battery, as well as numerous other parts, had all been replaced over the years, creating a Frankenstein’s Monster of a gun. It could fire in three-round-burst, semi-automatic, and beam modes. The size and lethality of its lasers could be changed via dials on the side. While there may have been better guns, certainly ones with modifications made by a medic who had no knowledge of the inner workings of guns aside from the textbook beside him, but there was no gun exactly like his. For Oz, that was enough. He strapped the holster onto his hip and placed the weapon in it. He smiled as he walked into the medbay. The familiar chemical scent of industrial disinfectant burned his nose as he strode around the room. It wasn’t much bigger than his quarters, but it was much more open. Three tables were evenly spaced throughout the middle of the room, one of which had a robotic surgery “arm” hanging from the ceiling above it. Cupboards and cabinets lined the walls, all stark white, with a long counter on one side containing a sink and two computer monitors. He rifled through the cabinets, finding every medication and tool he had hoped to find and infinitely more. Expensive, experimental, antivirals that hadn’t been made public yet, state-of-the-art self-sterilizing surgery tools, and so much more. His small grin broke into an ear-to-ear, painful smile. The computers had copies of all of his medical textbooks, as well as every one he had ever heard of from across the universe. He pulled out a chair from underneath one of the counter tops and began rifling through the digital textbooks. He looked at the time, and decided he would have to stay the night here. There was so much knowledge at his fingertips, and he’d be an awful healer if he didn’t attempt to sift through all of it to find out whatever he could. Before he really got wrapped up in it, he decided to ask ANDI a question that had been troubling him since he entered his room. ”Hey, ANDI. If we had our memories wiped, and I can’t remember anything about my life, how do I still have all of my medical knowledge and skills? Furthermore, do you think it may be possible to get our memories back? After this whole mission, and what-not.”	Name: Ozmond “Oz” McGregor Gender: Male Age: 23 Char. Type/Role: Medic Appearance: Oz is 5’ 11” and 146 pounds. He’s slim and lean, but not muscled. He has light brown hair and beard that makes him look significantly older than he actually is. He has an unreadable face and pale green eyes. When not working, he tends to dress more formally than is required. When working, he wears his standard uniform. Skills/Abilities: Sidearm Training: “Rifles? Too much kick to them. Give me a pistol and I can put some decent shots down-range” Extensive Medical Knowledge: “My parents were army medics, I grew up reading medical textbooks.” Exceptional Cook: ”I should’ve been a chef, really. Not as much life-saving, but so much more money.” Archimedes PDP M3: A common pistol with plentiful ammo, high accuracy, and moderate stopping power. Abrams Medical Operations Suit (MOS): Lovingly referred to as the "Moss" by users, the A-MOS can be found in some form in almost every Hospital, Infirmary, or Doctor's Office. The combat version of the suit (see Uniform) worn by Oz is very lightly armored, not enough to stop bullets, but enough to slow them to a non-fatal velocity. It has a holster for the PDP on its left side, as well as a pair of Medical Analysis Goggles. The "Mags" can, given about three minutes, display the vitals of any one patient that Oz observes. Medical Supplies: Fairly run-of-the-mill medical supplies. Synthetic medicated bandages, antibiotics, a field surgery kit, and three syringes of Adamerol, an emergency coagulant and painkiller combo, useful for high-risk situations in which the wounded are needed to fight. Personality: Oz has a reputation for being fairly mild-mannered. While he’s not quiet in his opinions, he does know when to keep quiet. He’s exceptionally intelligent, but never had to speak out loud very much most of his life. He has a slight stutter, but his words are carefully chosen. He has a good sense of humor and doesn’t take himself too seriously, making him good at making friends.
3,078	67	14	1,357	144	Med Bay - Oz “You ask complicated questions Mr. McGregor and I will do my best to answer as fully as possible. I believe it centered around the use of neural nanites to make copies of your memory centers, identify and save those centers relating to skills and abilities, and remove the rest. Additionally, I think a variety of chemicals and supplementary nanites would have been used to repress and bury anything missed. The whole procedure would be extremely time consuming and dangerous. Of course all of this is theoretical and going off of what I can access from the on-board medical database and I was not present when they did the memory erase, so I could quite possibly be wrong. I wish I had a better answer, but I am unable to do any more then make educated guesses. The process to remove my personal memories was much simpler, requiring them to only remove certain memory cores, so I am unable to relate my procedure to yours. In answer to the second part of your question, retrieving your memories could be possible. Using the method I described, it would theoretically be possible to have saved the removed memories into an organic processor of some sort. A skilled doctor could likely reinsert the memories with the help of the neural nanites if they had access to this organic processor."	Name: Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence aka ANDI Race: Artificial Intelligence Gender: Sounds masculine Age: Unknown Char. Type/Role: Shipboard computer and navigator Appearance: You've seen one of his camera's, or 'eyes' in the ceilings. They're dark glass domes. He has data cores somewhere on the ship. Skills/Abilities: Navigation, ship operation, likely other unknown abilities. Personality: You've just met him.
3,079	67	15	729	2,152	Jericho Cross Jericho carefully listened to the summery that ANDI provided, what little the AI could with its limited resources, at any rate. Bounty hunter, as the skills that he remembered seemed to indicate. Like he suspected, the only person who was likely going to give him a serious run for his money in the combat field was Old Ben, but apparently he was far more the hunter and tracker than merely additional muscle. Those tracking bugs made far more sense now, as did the ease of keeping the layout of the ship straight from the map. Would take a fast mind to get that straight in a hurry so he could track someone, so being able to do it makes sense. However, he was curious of the rest of hte group's details, so as ANDI finished, he spoke up before heading out, pulling his duster firmly over his shoulders. "Understood. Request, when you can do a full search, compile dossiers on each member of this team, especially me, as well, discreetly mind you. No need to make this known to the others, it'll only create false impressions. History, skills, past affiliations, physical and psychological traumas, anything that I can use to compile a picture of these people. Knowing what I'm working with will make this already mess of a situation go smoother..." Normally, Jericho felt at least, he might have been able to rely just on interactions and digging alone to get scraps of information that would help him compile a picture of these people, in a broad sense. But, with all their minds wiped, skill sets alone only provided so much of a picture. So, at the first chance he could get, he needed answers. About who he was in the past, and who he was dealing with. Sure, they seemed reasonable enough, but they could be a bunch of war criminals for all he knew. His was not a path to trust, especially when hunting people, he ill could afford letting trust get in the way of sound judgement. At least, that sounded right. But, as he had told the AI, discreet was the name of this game. No need to let on to the others he was planning on compiling as much information as he could, and using it to figure them out. It wouldn't look good, not that he felt that bothered him, but more importantly, it would make organizing them far easier. Putting those thoughts in the back of his head, he took a few moments to strip down, remembering he still had the one piece stasis suit on underneath his clothes. Stripping that down, he made mental note of the rather unsettling amount of scar tissue he was carrying before redressing himself. Probably consequences of his past, whatever it might have been, and he kept that in mind as he more comfortably redressed himself. Now that was done with, kicking the one piece stasis suit off into the corner, he strode out of his rather spartan quarters. Not much that wasn't utilitarian or necessary was in that room, and it felt right. Some place to rest and sleep, and that was it. Making his way to the armory revealed that Old Ben and Rain had beat him here. Shocking, with enough sarcasm to drown a man, Jericho thought. But he nodded briefly, walking to a table and grabbing a rather asymmetrical looking rifle, and after looking at it for a few moments, deftly began checking the thing over. Seems, somewhere, he had handled something like this before, as he began doing inventory and checking the material condition of weapons and gear that were not already done, or in the process of. A sharp eye could see the antique style of six shooter on his hip, though the size would likely imply it was not just some relic of the past. He made very brief greeting, grunting out their names as he worked. "Rain, Ben."	Name: Jericho Cross Gender: Male Age: 37 Char. Type/Role: Bounty Hunter Appearance: Skills/Abilities: Rather unsurprisingly, Jericho is a dead accurate shot with his highly tooled pistol, something that probably saved the man's life more times than he could have counted. Most weapons, in general, have crossed into his use at one point or another, and he has a rather impressive grasp on combat and tactics, beyond being able to pick up most weapons and make use of them rather readily. Outside of a fight, Jericho is a natural tracker of both sentient and nonsentient species, especially those that he has crossed paths with before. He is also an armorer, capable of maintaining most weapons and armors, since there isn't much time for him to rely on others to patch his gear. Outside of walking, or running, most complicated vehicles are outside of his range of skills, and pray to whatever god you believe in he isn't the only hands available to patch someone up, since it will likely not end well for them. Unless he is burning a wound shut with a smoking barrel anything more complicated than that is answered by hard boozing and a hardy constitution. Needless to say, most medical professionals hate him. Personality: Jericho Cross is a wary individual, who trusts slowly and is even quicker to abandon any hard earned trust he might have had in someone or something, only willing to usually trust what his own two eyes see, and what his gun can do for him. Jericho does not joke and takes a situation deadly serious, and often times either ignores jokes going over his head, or completely fails to register they were jokes to begin with. Jericho keeps a tight lock on his feelings, and as such typically has a real hard time interacting with people outside dragging them to be turned in for his payment. Needless to say, he isn't very popular. As such, he often drinks, heavily, when off duty, to the point that most of his paycheck, that isn't towards maintaining gear, is towards booze, often times drinking his meals rather than eating them. Get him drunk enough and he'll reach some semblance of an approachable human being, right up until he smashes the empty bottle over someone's head. So not really approachable at all, he hid a lot under this exterior but since he can't remember what now, thanks to the memory wipe, he tends to get angry when its brought up, or violent if drunk when its brought up. But he can be relied on in a bad situation to be himself, untrusting and ready to act to see a job done. Gear: - Custom Revolver: Jericho's pride and joy is a massive caliber handcannon, which utilizes various ammunition types for varying jobs, all of which can be loaded in the blink of an eye, such is the bounty hunter's experience with the gun. The two most common being an armor piercing, for hard targets, and hollow point for softer, less hardy targets. He also carries a Less than Lethal round that, barring shots to the vital organs or head, usually wont kill. Usually. More exotic ammo exists, but Jericho rarely carries them unless he knows he'll need it. The revolver also has a laser sight and small optic, although the optic sees dubious amount of use since Jericho often fires via the still intact iron sights. - Body Armor: Jericho maintains several lines of personal defence, the first and most obvious is not being where the rounds are. As such, his equipment is deceptively light weight for its strength, but only really covers the vitals in hardplate. The first physical line is his old duster, fitted with a ballistic weave as well as cushioned in the right spots to alleviate blunt force. His most obvious defense is the thick composite breastplate, which is composed of several materials to interweave into a more effective defense than any of them alone would provide. It is also the heaviest part and is in no way, shape, or form concealable, and is, like any armor, hardly proof against everything. But it covers the most common bases, coated with energy diffusing outer layer and the rest a series of composite layers designed to hold up to varying degrees of small arm calibers. - Tracking Devices and wrist mounted PDA: Tiny, less than a square inch in size, devices that Jericho can plant or even throw onto escaping targets, which then allows Jericho to track them with his specialized PDA. They have limited range and battery life, and the PDA itself is otherwise average and unassuming beyond the tracking mechanic, unequipped for any sort of hacking or specialized work beyond the program loaded to indicate location of a tracker.
3,080	67	16	1,813	471	'I guess that's it then?' Robert said to himself in his head as he watched everyone branch off to do their own little things leaving him in the bridge still. Pondering himself on what he was going to do himself, he paced around the computer screen in front of the bridge as he scoured his brain. 'Three hours until we reach our destination huh? Guessing that leaves us a bunch of time to fiddle around the place then.' He thought as he left the bridge and headed to the room that was labeled as his with hidden intentions from his brainstorming. Opening the door to his room, it was a relatively clean room but a few discarded articles of paper which read mumbo jumbo to him as he understood but could not piece together why they were in his room. Sighing at them, he picked up the stray sheets and neatly stacked them onto a dresser. Taking in the sight of the rest of his room, it was relatively what you would expect from a bedroom but perhaps too plain for a person who had a room with other mercenaries. The only other piece of furniture that was in his room was a computer station that was pretty high quality as the equipment over there looked pretty expensive and the little platform for Profiler to connect must of taken some special technology to build. He wondered if it would connect to Andi as he had a request to take up with the machine, but wasn't sure how it would take the request as they barely met. Talking about Profiler, its appearance caught Robert's eye as it scanned around the room as his precious was simply lying there waiting for its owner to come back home like any good pet. 'Pet?' He thought in surprise as the joy he momentarily felt for the machine was... strange to say the least. Picking up the device he remembered that it closely resembled a smartphone, an outdated device and design but easy for carrying and concealing anywhere literally from what he knew, as he smirked again weirdly. Sighing at these reactions which were sudden and unexpected, he turned the device on which accessed the screen of Profiler. Reformalizing himself with Profiler, he shook off the remaining frost of the cryostasis that still remained as he quickly refreshed himself. With some tapping and shifting through the menus, he gripped the images on his phone as plucked them from the screen as placed it into the room. With the application called 'The Trickster' running, it generated an avatar of a fox as it wandered through the room with its holographic body. Smirking at the cute companion he had in his phone and about his discovery of the properties of his room and what his phone can do within it. He observed the walls to his room after the display with Trickster, noticing that the design on the wall wasn't wallpaper but mechanical setup where he basically had a holographic workshop in his room. He again glossed over his phone and apparently from what he could find after looking over the functions, he could do many things within this room that were surprising for its size which was quite small. Smiling at the new gadgets he had back into his hands, he remembered what he was planning to do when he was brainstorming in the bridge before speaking aloud. "Andi if you don't mind me so rudely asking but may I intrude on your systems for a brief second? If you can uphold secrecy and discretion then it would be preferable for both of us that I would like for you to do me a favor. I would like you to refrain telling any of the other members of the ship anything my concerning my true past and redirected them to obtaining information on this one that I am uploading to you if you'd kindly accept." He said with a light tone as he stuck Profiler into the platform at the computer station which connected to the ship where it would reach Andi. "If you can't hold this secret then I'll will be quick with what I am going to do and you won't have to do it. I'd however, prefer that you'd forget me asking this if you can however." He said with a cheerful tone, checking on Profiler's progress, which he had connected it to the ship as the task he assigned it was done after he was finished messing around with it earlier. The task was quickly finished with how advance the device was, as a simple task like making a fake identity would be easily done as the only source of information to the outside world being Andi. The fake profile he created for himself, was that he was not a scout or even remotely combat capable but a simple computer technician which was hired to perform emergency repairs if needed and had a background in biological science. However his true purpose of being hired was in his knowledge computer science to repair Andi if the situation ever falls that dire. From what he could remember himself, he was a scout to put it in the simplest term. His job was more complicated than this but it hurt to keep recalling on these memories which kinda hurt and was easier to forget. He didn't want to hurt Andi and if fact, he probably liked ANDI the most out of the rest of his companions as machines such as him were so much more understandable than the infinite possibilities people had within themselves. It would of been rude to simply go behind the machine and intrude his own privacy and duties that were given to the computer, a thoughtful opinion on the rights of machines themselves but another topic to be discussed later. If Andi refused, well that would be shameful... as he really hoped he wouldn't have to do something too extreme. Looking at the screen of Profiler which he had it on, it was the 'Deleted' archive with a screenshot of him holding up an sign with three lines but two of them smudged with the only one saying "Do anything to survive". A pretty strange picture which he cautiously heeded as finding it was suspicious, as it was a few of the images left on the device which hadn't been permanently deleted somehow.	Name: "My name is Robert Minsky, I guess this is as formal of a greeting we are receiving?" Gender: "If you want to check down there, I wouldn't mind but I can confirm myself that I'm a guy" Age: "I believed that I am.... 38? At least I think so before I was given the wipe..." Char. Type/Role: "Someone needed a place to be scoutted and it's been done. Intel has been gather, so why am I here?" Appearance: Examination was taken before subject's consciousness: Robert from a medical standpoint possesses a muscular and broad body frame with a height of 5'11" and a weight of 174 lbs. Having a developed muscular frame, suggests that Robert is an athletic person who has time to condition his body whether intentionally or not. Objectively these combinations of traits allowing for a more intimidating figure as it is assumed that his frame is quite large. Having mostly tanned skin on his body which suggests sun exposure from traveling around, and once before having a paler skin tone before exposure. Possessing a strong jawline which defines his face, which in social terms is charming combining other facial features such as his dark brown hair tapered and held in style by some kind of product of sorts and his light brown eyes. Along with a beard which can be classified as a Balbo style with a thin streak connecting to his sideburns, outlining his jawline even more, giving him perhaps a good looking smile if not a good face to look at then. Skills/Abilities: Reason for hiring recruiting such a man like Robert: His versatility is not limited to just physical scouting as he is capable of remotely hacking cameras, computers and other pieces of technology with his device called: Profiler. Capable of tapping into the system through any open device and manipulate whatever is connect to the system, along with being able to observe anything that goes within it and tap into both audio and video logs as well. Anything that is connected to the system that Robert is hacked into can be manipulated through the Profiler, but requires time to cool down once a three major commands are sent as it is the maximum which he can do before being detected in the system. Despite this, he is always making sure to keep his device updated as it is needed to not only break into the system but make sure his presence is undetected. Outside of his device, he is a one trick pony in the technology category. Outside of Profiler, Robert is required to be an agile person who will need to think fast on his feet for any situation that comes at him. His job requires discretion as he is refrained from doing anything too bold or attention grabbing for this is reconnaissance that he is doing. Keeping his head down low and making sure to blend into the crowd is all part of the job, as he takes a great deal of time observing where he is moving in order to avoid the greatest chance of failure. In more bolder attempts to gather information, he makes use of his charm and wits to 'interview' people about whatever he has on his list of things to do or flirt around with his target. It is a risky job, but the better the cover that he creates, the better chance that he gets on retriving information that he will like better. If observation from afar or even investigation from social interaction is possible, Robert is fully capable of going stealth mode and inflitrating places. Using his technological skills to cover his missing bases, he manages to evade most problems thrown his way and get what he needs so he can get out. To whatever Robert can't take out with wits or guile, he is trainned in combat to ensure survival in dire situations where combat cannot be avoided. He is trained and capable of using a silenced pistol which he carries on him in case his stealth isn't working out the best for him in the situation, it offers him more options but with a fair price of a sharp spike in noise. Outside of range combat, Robert is also trained to take down opponents using melee and incapacitate or kill them if needed as hand-to-hand combat is much more silent than any gun. But, none of this needs to be done if Robert plays his cards right and doesn't get detected. Personality: Robert is an open and outgoing guy, having his eyes on the people of the party and taking notes on those who seems interesting to him. He is a calculating person who is full of charm as he learns about the people who are around him by studying their actions and conversations. Learning to meld himself into a form which will more likely create cohesion with the environment he is in, his behavior for this comes from the strong survival instincts he has. Who always is in the possession of having a constant and ever-changing personality, the only remotely solid piece of his character which carries on is his charisma which he pools off in one way or another. Keeping his true thoughts locked away in a safe far behind the mask that he has created for the situation, Robert is truly a secretive individual once you realize this. However, adapting to life out in space with no permanent place to call home Robert knows better that it is better to attract allies using honey rather than vinegar. Being quite a flirtatious individual, seducing is one of his ways of doing things along with it as a form of having dangerous entertainment for him. It not only serves Robert as a game for boredom but method of escaping sticky situations as well. Doing things that he wouldn't have thought of doing a long time ago, he has mostly lost a good chunk of his inhibition since then and will likely try anything. Being quite the obnoxious and fun loving person he is, he likes engaging in uncomfortable situation with people which can embarrass them or do something unpredictable. Despite this, his charismatic nature makes Robert generally a great guy to socialize with and have fun outing or night and is a person who isn't afraid to make advances if he feels like it. Notable Gear: Robert has everything that he owns mostly on him, having his silenced pistol equipped and concealed most of the time on his waist as he goes throughout the galaxy. The gun itself is easily hidden within his trench coat, allowing him to easily stash things but at the same time with a ballistic weaving improves his defense at firearms as well. Robert also swears he has another trench coat for more colder weather, but doesn't know or remember what has happened to it. despite his hiccup, with his pistol comes with his baton which can be basically folded into the handle for storage anywhere on his body, with it capable of having an electric charge when turned on. Among the few other possession that Robert has on his person is Profiler, a device which rivals the technology of this generation and can be considered on the edge of next gen. It is a machine capable of doing almost anything once connected to a system, its reach almost unlimited but how many moves it has at a time is quite limited. Discretion is key to the use of Profiler but if needed... lets just say mayhem can be cause if the situation calls for it.
3,081	67	17	1,357	144	Jericho’s Room - Jericho While ANDI doesn’t immediately respond, the hiss over the speaker you hear implies that if he had a head, he’d be nodding in understanding. ”I will do what I can Mr. Cross. The next time I am able to access the Extranet, I will attempt to do full searches on the crew. While I will not bring this up with the others, I must warn you I am unable to actively lie to any of the crew members.” With his confirmation, ANDI shuts his speaker down in your room for the time being. Robert’s Room - Robert As your Profiler works to upload the false file, you notice that it seems to be working just a hair slower than normal. To most this would be unnoticeable, but to you, something just seems off. You put this thought to the side for a moment as ANDI answers your questions however. ”Mr. Minsky, I will not go out of my way to inform the others of your background. However, I must warn you that my programming prevents me from actively lying to the other crew members. If I am directly asked a question, such as a yes or no answer, I must answer truthfully. I will do what I can with the file uploaded however. If you were wondering about your Profiler’s light speed dip during the upload, fear not for I was only actively scanning the file causing the dip. Everything should be normal now. Mr. Minsky, I would also just like to make a general statement that while none of the crew’s equipment and personal effects were modified or adjusted in any way, they all were subject to inspection, and precautions were taken to protect the ship, the crew, and myself should the need arise. Thank you for your time, and I hope you find everything you need. Let me know if I can be of assistance in any way.” As he spoke, ANDI’s voice seemed to take on a slightly deeper and warning tone. Subtle, but something someone with your experience notices. The Phantom After a time, ANDI comes on over the speakers. ”We will be arriving shortly at the station. If you will all please make your way up to the Bridge once you are all prepared, I would like to do a final brief. By then we should be docked at the station and I believe I will be able to provide some more information. Thank you.”	Name: Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence aka ANDI Race: Artificial Intelligence Gender: Sounds masculine Age: Unknown Char. Type/Role: Shipboard computer and navigator Appearance: You've seen one of his camera's, or 'eyes' in the ceilings. They're dark glass domes. He has data cores somewhere on the ship. Skills/Abilities: Navigation, ship operation, likely other unknown abilities. Personality: You've just met him.
3,082	67	18	2,015	780	During his procedural inspection, the girl had come in and started talking. Rey? Roy? No, Rain, that's it. He shrugged. "People flap their mouths all the time, I've gotten used to ignoring it. In the end, words don't count for much. Call me Old, if it gives you any pleasure, I'll still wipe the grin off of your face when it comes down to it." he winked as he said the last part, trying to let the girl know he was (mostly) joking. Ben didn't get a lot of practise talking to young people, especially not in non-combat situations, so he wasn't entirely sure what the accepted protocol was. He went for one he knew and stuck out his hand. "If we're going to be teammates, we might as well do it properly, right? As you say, my names Ben and I'm the one who goes in first and leaves last." As soon as Rain answered, ANDI started to speak, telling them all to go to the bridge as soon as they were equipped and ready. No rest for the wicked, I suppose Ben mused, snapping a full clip into Nessie before setting her down on a flat surface. His remaining preparations took only a few moments. He had a tactical harness that doubled up as a breastplate and could be sealed with a helmet in low oxygen situations (though he'd actually lost the helmet itself some years previously) and a pair of fingerless gloves. Low tech perhaps but the less there is, the less there is to go wrong. Trying not to feel too much like a child in a candy store, Ben selected a few of the more attractive items from the armoury (a pair of flashbangs, some tear gas, a taser-baton) and hooked them onto his harness, along with some ammunition. All set? he thought, looking down at his beweaponed self to try and spot on anything that wasn't there but should be. Things to stun, things to kill, things to confuse, things to stab, all there. All set. Ben rubbed one hand through his beard, closed his eyes and took a moment to breathe. Sure, waking up without memories had been disconcerting and, yes, so had finding a room that seemed to have been 'decorated' by him. But if there's one thing that could concert Ben, it was a mission. Opening his eyes, he almost had to suppress a smile. Let's see what these youngsters have got, shall we? Nodding to Rain and gathering up Nessie on his way out, Ben strode the bridge, sat down in a seat and glared at the view screen.	Gender: Male. Age: Older than you, kid. Role: Pointman, urban tracker, bargainer. Appearance: Skills/Abilities: Old Ben has spent almost his entire life as a mercenary of one sort or another. He's fought for rebel causes and then for the establishment crushing them. He's protected the interests of big business before helping rob them with a band of crooks. And if there's biome that old Ben has never fought in, they must have invented it yesterday. Throughout most of his career, Ben has fulfilled the role of pointman, the first member of any team to enter the killzone and the one with the lowest life expectancy. So as good as Ben is with his rifle, handgun and knife, his main talent is the one he's practised most; he's extremely good at not dying. He's really gotten into the habit of being a live, in fact, and doesn't intend to start dying at his time of life. That's always been something other people did. Ben's great experience comes in useful in all sorts of ways; he knows which models of guns are reliable, who to buy them from, which jobs will be busts and which ones will pay out more. He can usually tell when someone's trying to play him, cheat him or sell him supplies at an inflated price. Ben's prior dealings with most traders mean that if they see him coming, they immeadiately begin packing the best stuff they have into a bag, put on a big smile and hope he'll pay without telling the other customers what things should really cost in the stall. Ben's final talent is in tracking, but not out in the bush. He has friends in low places, has Ben, and he can almost always call upon them for favours or information. Anyone running away from him better make sure that no one and nothing sees them do it, because the walls have ears and mouths. Mouths that talk to Old Ben. Personality: Like many people of a more senior age, Ben doesn't take kindly to fools or time wasters. He's seen enough of them in his life and doesn't particularly feel the need to talk to any more, especially not now his luck is probably running dry. So those that don't get to the point or don't know what the point is get a short shrift from Ben. Those who know their mind and aren't afraid to speak it, however, should get along just fine with him. When something is up, you can be sure Ben will tell you, whether you like it or not. Maybe you're not cooking the stew quite right, maybe you missed a spot while cleaning your rifle, he'll let you know. And he expects the same from others, as long as the criticism is constructive. Ben believes in telling people when they've gone wrong and hopes others will do the same for him. He can be a little grumpy, a little cantankerous but only when he's not on a job. Without a purpose, Ben feels aimless and frustrated. With something to focus on, he tends to be gruffly cheerful if a little pushy. While on a job, Ben constantly pushes the other members of the team to make sure they're on alert and doing all they can to make sure the job succeeds, even if he's not leading the team. Success leads to life, he sometimes says, and he doesn't intend to die just yet. Gear: To be added
3,083	67	19	641	893	As Ben's spoke Rain's smile turned a bit queer for a moment, a suspicious sort of grin, until he gave a wink signifying his sarcasm- or at least she hoped that was the meaning. Rain accepted his hand, shaking it as she should. "If you say so, 'Old' Ben. Well, I think you already know I'm a pilot but it appears the AI is more keen on flying the ship himself- why hire a pilot if you don't want her to fly? Especially a ship as cool as this. This thing cost a real fortune- even with my memories gone I can say for sure I've never flown anything like this." Speaking of the AI, it suddenly chirped up, ordering them to the bridge. "Speak of the devil. Better get going." Ben went about equipping himself in the armory- Rain felt like she should do the same, but she wasn't exactly much of a fighter, and none of the items really interested her. She wasn't really keen to use her own pistol, but she knew if push comes to shove she would have to. She saw Ben pick up a taser baton. It seemed a suitable enough weapon for self-defense, so she grabbed one for herself, hooking it to her belt. Ben started to leave, nodding at her. Rain returned his nod, and suddenly had an idea. I've hardly looked at my PDA... How could she not think to? It probably contained some useful information. She headed out into the hall, beginning the walk to her room. She pulled the device, and powered it on. As the device slowly whirled to life a holographic projection greeted her, 'standing' on the screen of the PDA. It was a robotic but decidedly womanly visage. "Welcome, Miss Causwell. I have been instructed to reintroduce myself the next time I am powered on. I am Erin, your personal assistant so to speak. You can ask me to find information for you or set tasks for me, and I'll do the best I can to fill out your request." Rain gave the device a quizzical look. "I'm sorry, this doesn't make much sense... are you AI? I didn't think I would... well, make one." The projection shook it's head. "No, I am not Artificial Intelligence. I am a Virtual Intelligence- I can perform many of the same tasks as an AI, although I am ultimately not self aware or capable of independent thinking." Rain gave the projection a nod. For now she tapped the screen, which ushered the projection away, giving way to the device's interface. She didn't see much that seemed immediately useful until she came to a file labeled "WhenIWakeUp.txt". She tapped the icon, opening a simple text document onto the device. It didn't say much. All that was written was, Sometimes it's best not to look for the answers we want. Rain shook her head. I sure am the cryptic one, aren't I? She had her suspicions about what the words meant, but nothing concrete. Maybe she really did want to forget her past. She spoke to the device one more time, "Erin, we don't have extranet access here do we? The next time you can get a connection find any information you can about myself." She briefly considered asking about the others aboard her ship, but decided against it. After all, was it really healthy for the crew dynamic if they went behind each other's backs for info? Although she didn't doubt at least one of them had already done so. She didn't have anything to hide- hopefully. The robotic secretary confirmed her task then went into standby mode. Rain lipped the PDA back to her belt. It only provided more questions instead of answers- hopefully the robot's search would be fruitful. By the time she was done she had came to the door of a room, heading inside. She walked over to the desk and picked up her toolbox. She had a feeling she'd need it- she couldn't really fight, so she would have to provide quite a bit of utility for the team if she wasn't going to be dead weight. With her belongings in hand she headed to the bridge, ready for the briefing.	Gender Female Age 28 Role Pilot, Mechanic, Hacker, General Tech Expert Appearance Rain isn't a particularly imposing figure- quite the opposite in fact, standing a little below average at 5'2". Se has a slim frame, with little notable muscle mass or fat, but she carries himself confidently to compensate. Her skin is a pale white- she's typically cooped up in a cockpit, so she doesn't get a whole lot of sun. Her face is plain, not notably pretty, made unique by a generous sprinkling of freckles that gives her a girlish appearance. His hair is auburn, falling messily over her forehead and tumbling down to to the top of her back. Her hair tends to get in the way while working so while on-duty it's typically kept in a neat ponytail. Her smile is one of the few features that makes her stand out- straight and wide with no crooked teeth, seemingly perpetually placed on her face. This combined with her eyes, a striking and deep green often likened to a forest, save her otherwise plain appearance appearance. On the subject of her eyes Rain requires glasses to read clearly, or text tends to blur together. Rain's overall a pretty girl, more of a girl next door pretty then supermodel pretty, but she gets by alright. After all, it's what's on the inside that counts, right? Skills/Abilities Rain likes boasts that she's the best pilot in the universe, and while the truth behind this statement is certainly uncertain she is undoubtedly a very highly skilled pilot, and is certainly counted among the very best. She could probably at one time have boasted many accomplishments in the field of space battle, but has forgotten that along with everything else. Despite her lack of memory she's incredibly confident in her skills and the one you want in the cockpit in a tough situation. Besides her skills as a pilot she's a highly competent engineer. She knows how to fix her ships as well as she knows how to fly them. Her engineering skills of course don't apply only to ships- she's handy with tools and is very knowledgeable when it comes to mechanics. She can fix almost anything with the right tools, assuming it isn't completely destroyed, and displays high knowledge of cutting edge technologies. Besides her skills in mechanics she's also a highly skilled hacker and programmer, able to break into most systems. However her skills with technology is offset by her complete hopelessness in martial skill. She's almost barely passing with a pistol and probably couldn't even think to look at any sort of bigger gun. She's clumsy in a fist fight and even clumsier in a gunfight. Rain's help should not be counted on in a combat situation, and she's like to need protecting. Personality Rain is an easy girl to get along with. She's very easygoing, friendly, and charismatic. She's quick to crack a joke and is a master of sarcasm. Sometimes this friendliness can be seen as excessive by those who's personalities don't quite meld with hers, and her refusal to act seriously can be grating. Her smile rarely fades and she's an eternal optimist, refusing to let the bad things overtake her. To her friends she's loyal, and to those who don't like her she's forgiving. She has problems approaching situations objectively and tends to let her first gut emotion guide her, which sometimes lands her in trouble. Despite her goofy exterior Rain is very smart- she is a highly skilled engineer and hacker after all, and such skills don't come without a great degree of intelligence. During the rare instances where Rain does get serious she is capable of great focus and will work hard to achieve what she has set her mind to, although that rarely happens. Gear Rain posses a fully equipped tool box with everything she would need for her work. From wrenches to more advanced tools such as plasma cutters and welders. She also carries a small pistol, something easily concealable that she doesn't like to take out unless she has to. She posses an advanced PDA that can find most publicly accessible information on the fly, and not so public information if she can hack into the right database. It also allows her to interface with most computer systems, although it's distinct from Robert's Profiler in that it doesn't do the work for her- it allows her to connect to systems, but she needs to manually operate and hack them. As for her attire she almost always wears her brown leather jacket. She feels it has some sentimental value, but obviously the memories aren't there. It doesn't have any special qualities besides keeping the cold off.
3,084	67	20	1,813	471	Tapping his feet as he listen to Andi, he gave a little sigh. "If you can be evasive then on any searches upon me, then that would be the most I could ask you to do against the others if it isn't a direct yes or no question then. Anyways, thanks Andi for doing what you can. I appreciate you for that, thanks." He said with a pained smile before the communication was cut off between him and the computer. 'I guess this computer has too much of a personality programmed into it, just like you Profiler' He thought to himself with a small sigh as he looked at his device; he noticed the change in tone with the machine as that was never a good sign of an obedient piece of technology but at least it provided flavor in interaction. He just hoped it kept the spice of life with the computer to a bearable amount so it wouldn't be a hassle for him, otherwise things would be needed to be done. Either way, the response he got wasn't what he would expect from the computer but in a way it was obvious that any good machine would bar access to a person such as himself from personally editing. 'I don't want to press but the fact that Andi was suppose to have a memory wipe basically, but he knows more than us still as he seems to have information on our belongings. Perhaps a question latter about this be needed... He thought to himself, it was suspicious but perhaps he could discover what else is still intact in Andi's memory then... But then he then heard the coms activate themselves again with Andi on the speakers again. Listening to the report, he stretched himself out as he packed the things he needed and headed to the bridge. 'I guess 3 hours really do pass by quickly, I wonder what we are going to do here... Guess I can do any more snooping around then. Or at least that what anyone else would say...' He said mischeviously to himself as he looked at speakers which Andi spoke through. "Andi if you can look this up then, do you have information on anyone's medical records on this ship? Such as any examination that were done to us or during our cryostasis when being monitored? I want to receive a copy if you will before we leave this ship, thanks." He said to Andi, waiting for his response before he would leave his room, after whether it was a confirmation on retrieving the data or not. Hopefully this would be easily to do as he didn't wish to be late for the meeting at the bridge but being fashionably late was his thing so it was fine for him at least...	Name: "My name is Robert Minsky, I guess this is as formal of a greeting we are receiving?" Gender: "If you want to check down there, I wouldn't mind but I can confirm myself that I'm a guy" Age: "I believed that I am.... 38? At least I think so before I was given the wipe..." Char. Type/Role: "Someone needed a place to be scoutted and it's been done. Intel has been gather, so why am I here?" Appearance: Examination was taken before subject's consciousness: Robert from a medical standpoint possesses a muscular and broad body frame with a height of 5'11" and a weight of 174 lbs. Having a developed muscular frame, suggests that Robert is an athletic person who has time to condition his body whether intentionally or not. Objectively these combinations of traits allowing for a more intimidating figure as it is assumed that his frame is quite large. Having mostly tanned skin on his body which suggests sun exposure from traveling around, and once before having a paler skin tone before exposure. Possessing a strong jawline which defines his face, which in social terms is charming combining other facial features such as his dark brown hair tapered and held in style by some kind of product of sorts and his light brown eyes. Along with a beard which can be classified as a Balbo style with a thin streak connecting to his sideburns, outlining his jawline even more, giving him perhaps a good looking smile if not a good face to look at then. Skills/Abilities: Reason for hiring recruiting such a man like Robert: His versatility is not limited to just physical scouting as he is capable of remotely hacking cameras, computers and other pieces of technology with his device called: Profiler. Capable of tapping into the system through any open device and manipulate whatever is connect to the system, along with being able to observe anything that goes within it and tap into both audio and video logs as well. Anything that is connected to the system that Robert is hacked into can be manipulated through the Profiler, but requires time to cool down once a three major commands are sent as it is the maximum which he can do before being detected in the system. Despite this, he is always making sure to keep his device updated as it is needed to not only break into the system but make sure his presence is undetected. Outside of his device, he is a one trick pony in the technology category. Outside of Profiler, Robert is required to be an agile person who will need to think fast on his feet for any situation that comes at him. His job requires discretion as he is refrained from doing anything too bold or attention grabbing for this is reconnaissance that he is doing. Keeping his head down low and making sure to blend into the crowd is all part of the job, as he takes a great deal of time observing where he is moving in order to avoid the greatest chance of failure. In more bolder attempts to gather information, he makes use of his charm and wits to 'interview' people about whatever he has on his list of things to do or flirt around with his target. It is a risky job, but the better the cover that he creates, the better chance that he gets on retriving information that he will like better. If observation from afar or even investigation from social interaction is possible, Robert is fully capable of going stealth mode and inflitrating places. Using his technological skills to cover his missing bases, he manages to evade most problems thrown his way and get what he needs so he can get out. To whatever Robert can't take out with wits or guile, he is trainned in combat to ensure survival in dire situations where combat cannot be avoided. He is trained and capable of using a silenced pistol which he carries on him in case his stealth isn't working out the best for him in the situation, it offers him more options but with a fair price of a sharp spike in noise. Outside of range combat, Robert is also trained to take down opponents using melee and incapacitate or kill them if needed as hand-to-hand combat is much more silent than any gun. But, none of this needs to be done if Robert plays his cards right and doesn't get detected. Personality: Robert is an open and outgoing guy, having his eyes on the people of the party and taking notes on those who seems interesting to him. He is a calculating person who is full of charm as he learns about the people who are around him by studying their actions and conversations. Learning to meld himself into a form which will more likely create cohesion with the environment he is in, his behavior for this comes from the strong survival instincts he has. Who always is in the possession of having a constant and ever-changing personality, the only remotely solid piece of his character which carries on is his charisma which he pools off in one way or another. Keeping his true thoughts locked away in a safe far behind the mask that he has created for the situation, Robert is truly a secretive individual once you realize this. However, adapting to life out in space with no permanent place to call home Robert knows better that it is better to attract allies using honey rather than vinegar. Being quite a flirtatious individual, seducing is one of his ways of doing things along with it as a form of having dangerous entertainment for him. It not only serves Robert as a game for boredom but method of escaping sticky situations as well. Doing things that he wouldn't have thought of doing a long time ago, he has mostly lost a good chunk of his inhibition since then and will likely try anything. Being quite the obnoxious and fun loving person he is, he likes engaging in uncomfortable situation with people which can embarrass them or do something unpredictable. Despite this, his charismatic nature makes Robert generally a great guy to socialize with and have fun outing or night and is a person who isn't afraid to make advances if he feels like it. Notable Gear: Robert has everything that he owns mostly on him, having his silenced pistol equipped and concealed most of the time on his waist as he goes throughout the galaxy. The gun itself is easily hidden within his trench coat, allowing him to easily stash things but at the same time with a ballistic weaving improves his defense at firearms as well. Robert also swears he has another trench coat for more colder weather, but doesn't know or remember what has happened to it. despite his hiccup, with his pistol comes with his baton which can be basically folded into the handle for storage anywhere on his body, with it capable of having an electric charge when turned on. Among the few other possession that Robert has on his person is Profiler, a device which rivals the technology of this generation and can be considered on the edge of next gen. It is a machine capable of doing almost anything once connected to a system, its reach almost unlimited but how many moves it has at a time is quite limited. Discretion is key to the use of Profiler but if needed... lets just say mayhem can be cause if the situation calls for it.
3,085	67	21	1,357	144	Robert’s Room - Robert ”Mr. Minsky, I do have medical records on board for everyone on the crew. All records can be accessed in the medical bay on the ship. I feel that going through everyone’s individualized records over the speaker will take longer then we have, however I can give a quick run down of the tests and examinations that were performed. In order administered: Physical examination, physical stress test, blood and urine tests, and numerous body and brain scans such as ultrasound, x-ray, and MRI. The physical examination and stress test took place prior to cryostasis. During cryostasis and following the tests mentioned before, brain activity and nutrition, blood, and oxygen levels were all monitored and adjustments were made to ensure optimal conditions.”	Name: Artificial Navigation and Defense Intelligence aka ANDI Race: Artificial Intelligence Gender: Sounds masculine Age: Unknown Char. Type/Role: Shipboard computer and navigator Appearance: You've seen one of his camera's, or 'eyes' in the ceilings. They're dark glass domes. He has data cores somewhere on the ship. Skills/Abilities: Navigation, ship operation, likely other unknown abilities. Personality: You've just met him.
3,086	68	0	1,053	916	Veronica's 10th Year The Asmothe Mansion was a stately piece of architecture. A combination of wood brick in colors of white and red brick. It was certainly large to the average person but at only 30 rooms more wealthy nobles would consider it quite quaint. The colonial looking mansion had a wide porch that wrapped around 3/4ths of the house with plenty of plants, and chairs to sit on and look out at the surrounding nature. Looking at it from the outside one would imagine a quiet place, the ideal retreat away from the world where one had little to worry about. That was so very far from the truth however, as a very particularly unlucky young girl happened to live there. The inside of the mansion was quite the treat to the eyes. Pictures, decorations, and expensive looking furniture were plentiful, being mostly light colored pieces light easily made its way into the mansion. There was a parculiarity though, almost every sharp edge in the place was blunted in some way. Much of the furniture had rounded edges, anything with a pointy end had some kind of rubber or cloth attached to it so if one were to perhaps, hit their head against it, the protection would soften the blow. The interior was designed with safety in mind. At the moment there were few servants in sight, as most of the staff were busy preparing for a very special occasion, Baron Asmothe was coming home after 2 months on business trips and ahead of his arrival was a letter, stating that the servants were to prepare for a picnic outside. To make it fun they had also been instructed to keep it a secret from Veronica. While a picnic did not sound like too much work...the problem was Veronica's curse could make the slightest thing potentially deadly. All food had to be tested to make sure it was not diseased or spoiled, a perimeter had to be created around the picnic area for protection, and a million other things had to be considered to keep the event as safe as possible. On the first floor of the mansion, Veronica had woken up in her bedroom, washed her face, gotten dressed in some cute, white and black-laced clothes and managed to put a ribbon in her hair with the only problem being a nasty knot in her hair that had hurt when she combed her hair. She looked in the mirror and adjusted whatever seemed not quite right. With a smile of accomplishment she nodded at herself, turned around, and promptly tripped on her own foot to crash onto the soft, fur covered floor. Blowing out a face full of fur she looked up and noticed her cat, a black, short-haired kitty staring at her on her floor with its green-eyes. It tilted its head as if wondering what she was doing while Veronica scrambled to her feet. "You know I just wanted to feel the floor, right Midnight?" Veronica questioned her cat, who looked away in disinterest. Veronica puffed her cheeks in frustration and left her room. Veronica started to look around to try and find people but they were surprisingly absent. "Where is everybody?" She walked into the main drawing room, but did not find anyone inside. One of the pictures caught her eye, with with a magnificent ship in full mast and decided to get a closer look at it. While she did so, the hooks attaching the picture to the wall started to become loose...	Name: Veronica Asmothe Appearance: Veronica Age: 11 Gender: Female Race: Human Skills: Being cursed, getting into trouble, being cute, and daddy's money. History: Veronica has been cursed with a cruel fate. As if exposed to Murphy's law, potentially life threatening events keep happening to her. After being told that she was cursed, her Father very quickly started to hire the best protectors he could hire: Food testers, guards, tutors, apothecaries, even mechanics in order to find better ways to protect his daughter from the dangers that always follow her. She has managed to survive so far though she does tend to get hurt a lot from so many close calls. She has stayed mostly at home for now while her family tries to figure out the best way to protect her. She does leave home occasionally and the older she gets, the more she will have to go out into the world despite her curse.
3,087	68	1	2,036	2,453	May 2017 19:48 6 mos ago	Name: Gear Heart Mark 4 Appearance Age: 10 Gender: None (But referred to in male terms.) Race: Iron Golem Skills: Amazing Strength: What can he lift? An easier question would be what can't he lift. Incredible Durability: It'll take some serious effort to put him down. Lacks Human Needs: Gear Heart needs no sleep, sustenance, or air. Music Box: When the gears exposed by the heart shaped hole in the golem's chest start turning, a built in music box begins playing a beautiful song. Rapid Plant Growth: Gear Heart has the ability to quickly grow various plant on his body. Though there seems to be no plant Gear Heart can't grow, he usually only grows poppies, vines, and dandelions. 6th Sense: Gear Heart always innately knows Veronica's current location and if she's in danger. History: Ever since their 1st appearance, golems have been universally considered a modern marvel. But none have been more so acclaimed than the Gear Heart models. Created by an eccentric gnome inventor through top secret methods, the Gear Hearts are as sought after and beneficial to their owners as they are rare. And with each version, Gear Hearts become even more sought after, even more of an asset, and even harder to find. So this begs the question. How did a minor noble like Baron Asmothe get his hands on such a golem? Honest payment? Dishonest villainy? Neither. The answer is much more simple and like the eccentric gnome who made the golems in the 1st place, rather strange. On the day of Veronica's 1st birthday, she was stolen from her crib by 1 of the servants. The servant would have escaped unnoticed had it not been for a large box blocking the front door. After the servant was caught, the box was opened. Inside was a freshly made Gear Heart Mark 4. It was the 1st of its kind and the most advanced model at the time. Along with it came a note from the inventor wishing the baron luck with his cursed daughter. How the gnome knew of the curse or why he gave away a highly expensive golem free of charge is anyone's guess. But even so, Gear Heart has been around ever since and rarely leaves Veronica's side.
3,088	68	2	2,036	2,453	Suddenly, a large iron golem crashed through a nearby door. The golem moved over to the painting as quickly as it could while still being mindful of Veronica and caught the painting just as it began to fall. The large golem then proceeded to frisbee toss the painting into the opposite wall with enough force to embed it therein despite its safety measures. The danger averted, Gear Heart Mark 4 turned to Veronica and held out its had. Within moments, a bright red poppy had sprouted and flowered in Gear Heart's hand for the girl to take. While usually by Veronica's side at all times, Gear Heart was undergoing maintenance that morning and working on him in Veronica's presence presented many potential dangers. However, Gear Heart's 6th sense for danger went off during his maintenance. This caused the golem to cut the finishing touches short and immediately ran off to Veronica's current location. The rest, as you say, is history.	Name: Gear Heart Mark 4 Appearance Age: 10 Gender: None (But referred to in male terms.) Race: Iron Golem Skills: Amazing Strength: What can he lift? An easier question would be what can't he lift. Incredible Durability: It'll take some serious effort to put him down. Lacks Human Needs: Gear Heart needs no sleep, sustenance, or air. Music Box: When the gears exposed by the heart shaped hole in the golem's chest start turning, a built in music box begins playing a beautiful song. Rapid Plant Growth: Gear Heart has the ability to quickly grow various plant on his body. Though there seems to be no plant Gear Heart can't grow, he usually only grows poppies, vines, and dandelions. 6th Sense: Gear Heart always innately knows Veronica's current location and if she's in danger. History: Ever since their 1st appearance, golems have been universally considered a modern marvel. But none have been more so acclaimed than the Gear Heart models. Created by an eccentric gnome inventor through top secret methods, the Gear Hearts are as sought after and beneficial to their owners as they are rare. And with each version, Gear Hearts become even more sought after, even more of an asset, and even harder to find. So this begs the question. How did a minor noble like Baron Asmothe get his hands on such a golem? Honest payment? Dishonest villainy? Neither. The answer is much more simple and like the eccentric gnome who made the golems in the 1st place, rather strange. On the day of Veronica's 1st birthday, she was stolen from her crib by 1 of the servants. The servant would have escaped unnoticed had it not been for a large box blocking the front door. After the servant was caught, the box was opened. Inside was a freshly made Gear Heart Mark 4. It was the 1st of its kind and the most advanced model at the time. Along with it came a note from the inventor wishing the baron luck with his cursed daughter. How the gnome knew of the curse or why he gave away a highly expensive golem free of charge is anyone's guess. But even so, Gear Heart has been around ever since and rarely leaves Veronica's side.
3,089	68	3	1,289	184	Whilst food was being prepared and set up for the picnic Jack was waiting by the front door for miss Veronica being ever so vigilant. Jack was new to the establishment as he had only been in Veronica's protective service for 6 days, but he was catching on quick that anything could happen at any time. As he heard Veronica's questioning voice seeming to be towards her cat Midnight Jack started walking to greet her. He couldn't see her yet but he started his greeting calling out "Ah miss Veronica tis' a perfect day for a stroll, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping hurry now le...". Right before he finished his sentence he heard stomping and quickly jumped to the side just missing the golem. He then ran with the golem for the only time he ran was when the little misses was in trouble. As the golem stopped he caught a picture that was about to fall on miss Veronica's head and threw it into a wall across from them. "Miss Veronica I'm so sorry I should have been by your side, let me grab this painting from the wall for this I cannot abide." Jack walked over and pulled the painting from the wall and set it aside then walked over and stood by Veronica. "Now what would miss Veronica like to do? Anywhere you go I shall follow too." Upon seeing the flower Jack also added, "Hopefully that's the celandine poppy good for failing eyes, and not the poppy somniferum a drug in sweet disguise."	Name: Jack Spades Except for I have a patch over my left eye. Scars: burn scars all over back, chest, and arms. Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Human Skills: Magic of flame to burn or shed light, abstract combat with cards sharpened right, But best of all I've saved for last a once broken mind and poetic tongue to match. History: I used to be named Jack of hearts, now let me tell you a story of how mine became dark. It all started when I was but a boy, living on the streets where life was just a ploy. Fighting to survive each and every day, always hoping for a hero always hoping to be saved. See when I was 9 my father became ill, with my mother long gone too many tears had I spilled. I did my best to keep him alive, but with no money or medicine my father soon died. So I did what any kid would, I cried and yelled as loud as I could. But no one would help a small boy in need, with nothing to offer but a voice of plead. I soon learned that the world was dark, most people weren't kind nor' caring in heart. So I stole and I fought for all that I needed, hardening my body but in my mind I was bleeding. I tried to convince myself what I was doing wasn't wrong, that I had to think without my heart for mine was gone. At the ripe age of eleven I was walking along, on to my next fight with a boy named Denton I was fighting for money started just a year before, I strengthened my body but my mind was torn. fifteen minutes past as the fight ended, Denton knocked out and my left eye wounded. I got my pay for wining the fight, and just as I was leaving a man called me aside. His name was Roye he said he'd been watching and waiting, to find someone for him to start training. He was a curious man with fire in his eyes, he had a strange style and an even stranger mind. He said he was a jester and a good one at that, but he soon was cast out for his constant spats. He had power of flame wielding cards sharpened slick, but his brain was twisted and he loved playing tricks. He said it was simple as he watched the tables turn, some people like to just watch the world burn. For five long years I studied his flame and style, dawning the same wardrobe and that never fleeing smile. One day it seemed like all the others before, till his pranks and his tricks led to burning down a door. As I saw him enter the house a flame, I heard some screaming and yelling in pain. Now we had played tricks and pranks on towns, but never had we ever brought death raining down. I ran threw the flames just in time to see, a mother and child down on there knees. As he raised his hand to finish them off, I threw my ace and his finger fell off. He turned to me with hatred in his eyes, never have I seen this hobby he disguised. I learned that night that he had a passion, killing innocent people in the most gruesome fashion. As I looked at the mother and the child in her arms, I promised them that I would save them from harm. It didn't take long our battle was short, as the family ran outside the building became scorched. We both started burning in our own fire, I made it out while the flames grew higher. From the ceiling fell a half burnt beam, and then all I heard was a blood curdling scream. As the fire died people gathered around, and out of the ash they pulled a body they found. It was the man with fire in his eyes, the evil man named Roye had finally died. I then set out on my own journey, to find a new life and a new life I found surely. I stopped in a town with a hell of a story, claiming there was a child with life filled with worry. It made me stop and think about my own childhood, I figured I could still do this world some good. If I protected this child from the curse forced upon her, It might just save my heart and also my honor. I may not offer medical services and my people skills aren't great, but I am fairly decent at battling fate. If ever a violence comes knocking be it beast or man, with my final breathe ill force myself to stand. Ill always have a poetic joke and ill always lend an ear, a fire to light the way or simply a shoulder for falling tears. So I threw down my black and white with my pointed hat of skulls, soon only to wreak havoc on those who appose. I set off with the name Jack Spades,hoping to regain my heart and earn my family name. As I approached the door to the house of the said curse, I vowed to protect this child all the way to my hearse.
3,090	68	4	1,833	2,421	Noella Le Sciellou Current Location: The Asmothe Estate (Kitchen -> Outside Veronica's Quarters) The whiskered girl reached for a ladle, and tasted one of the final products waiting to be finished for the Baron's picnic: a rabbit stew. Noella had quite a taste for food, and could easily notice if any funny business was going on within. Of course, taste testing for Veronica was always a risk for the huntress, but she often figured that her constitution was fine enough that some brewed up poison wasn't going to stop one that spent days and nights in the woods, especially if that person was a peasant. Peasants had to deal with nearly every illness or disease known to man, and those who survived their first decade generally had a hearty body. Sitting the ladle down back into the pot, Noella cupped her chin in thought. "Not like my mother's cooking, but it will do enough for the Baron." She gave the servants a nod, and made her way to the next dish. Her new life as a servant of Baron Asmothe was interesting, to say the least. As Noella went to reach for the spoon, a loud noise echoed throughout the large building and its many rooms. With a sigh, the huntress set the spoon down back in the pot and spoke to the servants. "I'll see what the noise was. Keep the food hot, but nothing more. I expect to find the same taste as before!" Despite Noella's usual kindness, her words were more of a warning to the servants should a possible assassin lurk in the crowd. She waved the chefs back to business and sprinted down the hallway towards Veronica's quarters. Gear Heart and Jack were supposed to be watching Veronica to make sure she was safe, but Noella hadn't known them long enough to be sure of their abilities. Truth be told, the noise could be anything, and that thought greatly worried the huntress. Noella found the group with Veronica, safe and sound as they were paid to keep her as. The huntress' quick eyes spotted the wall-embedded picture frame that Jack was pulling free from the wall before they settled on Veronica. "Are you okay, Veronica?" She asked, making her way to the young child."It seems like... they already have the situation under control. I hope they didn't give you a fright." Her words carried the same meaning for Noella. It was one thing to see such an expensive golem face to face, but it was another thing to see it charge after Veronica to protect the child from danger. She would often shudder from thoughts of a rampaging boar that would almost shapeshift into Gear Heart. If that picture frame was a person, certainly there would be no sign of life showing due the force the golem threw it into the wall. With another but final glance to the picture frame, Noella counted her blessings and thought herself lucky that Gear Heart was on their side. , , , ,	Name: Noella Le Sciellou Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Theme Background Born to a peasant mother and a Farlande noble, Noella Le Sciellou is truly an unwanted rat. Her father wanted nothing to do with the illegitimate child that he had thrust onto Noella's mother, and because of her father's refusal to take responsibility, she has no idea of who her father is. At first, a low-born life was harsh for a young Noella, and her mother was sure that her daughter wouldn't make it through the cold winters. A peasant village had little to protect a child from a possible fever or cold nor the money to pay for a medical remedy, but Noella eventually prevailed through her childhood healthy as she could be. By her teenage years, Noella was an experienced hunter. Making ends meet was tough, and because fur and meat were such sought after commodities, Noella had noticed she had a knack for hunting as she tried to alleviate her mother's financial problems. This knack eventually became known in the nearby villages, and Noella's fame had led to a wandering business selling prime cuts of meat and animal furs. One day, the baron had sent a rider to the villages in search of someone that could aid his daughter's plight. The rider had stumbled onto Noella, and he was impressed with her forte in meat and combat. After a background review by the Baron, Noella was soon offered a contract to help protect his daughter and sometimes help with meals. Taking the job mainly because of the high pay, Noella also took it to find out who her father is. Her father was always a mystery to Noella, and she believes that the Baron could help her locate him with the resources a nobleman would have. Skills First and foremost, Noella is a skilled huntress. Spending most of her time in the wilderness to support her mother, Noella is knowledgeable in different kinds of blades and ranged weapons to help her prepare an animal for eating by killing and cleansing it. She can also handle her own around various traps, especially animal traps repurposed to catch a human, and blend in the shadows when following a trail. Despite Noella's obvious lack of magic, she makes up for it in dexterity and her ability to travel rugged land where many others would not follow. Last but not least, Noella has somewhat of a silver tongue, and can make possible attempted assassinations much harder than they could be due to her quick-witted nature.
3,091	68	5	1,415	573	Working as an aide for this little girl had proven far more difficult than he had ever thought possible. He thought his time in the military was hards, but this was something else. He'd defended her for almost four months now, and had had a pretty hard time of it. Thankfully, others had joined the fray, and he could have a few precious moments of rest. On top of protecting the girl, he had recently started to dabble in potion making. Taking a few classes, a few experiments here and there, but nothing advanced. He could identify several types of potions and poisons. Whether it by smell, taste, or more often, its color. Lance had the opportunity to relax for once. Laying back on a couch in the living room, he slowly began to drift off into a peaceful sleep. But he new it wouldn't last long. Wait for it. Wait for it..! CRASH!."Ah, hell." Visibly straining to get up, Lance rushed over to the source of the noise, only to find a small group had gathered surrounding Veronica. She appeared unharmed."Heh, looks I'm a little late to the party eh?" He said sleepily. Looks like that nap was going to have to wait awhile.	Full name: Lance D'Phiarlin Usually wearing a tunic, Lance blends into the crowd, but when it's time for battle, Lance wears scalemail covered by a central breastplate. His weapon of choice ironically enough is a lance, yet he is trained with most other weapons. Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Elf Skills: Lance is a master Tactician and fighter. Keenly aware of his surroundings he is able to get an advantage almost anywhere on the battlefield. Not only this, but he is incredibly social, and is able to make friends very easily, because of this he has many connections. History: Lance comes from the country of Ebberon, located to the far west. Born to a pair of army generals, Lance had little choice but to be raised as a soldier. He had an iron will and a strong arm at an early age, and only continued to improve, even to the point of surpassing his parents. When Ebberon went to war with a neighboring country, Kyber. Lance was chosen as an ambassador, and was able to easily convince the king to stop fighting. Unfortunately, shortly after, the king was assassinated and Kyber went to war with Ebberon. Lance was chosen to be one of five leaders in charge of the main bulk of Ebberon's army. Here is where Lance found his innate knack for tactics, defeating Skrimish after skrimish, they had easily captured the main city of Kyber. Once the county was no longer at war, Lance was at a bit of a loss as to what to do. Planning was his specialty, yet he had no plan of action. Lance wandered around his hometown, doing whatever he could to help. He liked helping others, it gave the same sense of being useful as when he was a General. Shortly after, he decided that while his home was all well and good, he wanted to know what else he could do, and set out. Going from Country To Country, Lance was able to always make a few friends, and was always in a joyous state. Taking odd jobs here and there, Lance has a bit if experience with everything. Thus he arrived here, looking for what there is to see, and hoping to make some friends. Lance had wandered from place to place helping people where he could. And yet he always felt... temporary. It was as if as soon as he was done with whatever task he was assigned, he was sent away, like he had outlived his usefulness. He wanted something more... Permanent? A career of sorts. But what? Most jobs weren't in his area of expertise. He was a natural born fighter and defender, what could he possibly do? Just as he was about to lose hope, he got word of a Baron looking for a guard of sorts to protect his daughter. This was his chance! Lance took the job in a heartbeat, knowing he'd finally be of significant use again.
3,092	68	6	1,053	916	The painting started to fall but was intercepted by the golem who promptly tossed the offending picture into the wall. Veronica watched it all happen with wide eyes, especially after seeing the painting get embeded in the far wall. While it was quite impressive to witness, it was not however exactly out of the ordinary so Veronica quickly snapped out of it. "Thanks Gear Heart, you're the best." Veronica happily picked the poppy the golem handed to her and then turned toward Jack and Noella. "Hello Jack, Noella, don't worry, Gear Heart helped me." She took another look around and squinted her eyes, noticing Lance the elf as he entered the room to see what had happened. "I see you guys are all here, but where is everyone else? It seemed quite lonely in here until you all showed up." Veronica twirled the poppy in front of her nose, got it a little too close so it started to tickle her and promptly sneezed, right in Jack's direction. Veronica's cheeks flushed a bit when she realized she had just sprayed Jack with her sneeze. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." The main butler of the household, an elderly gentleman named James, entered the room, thankfully drawing attention away from her. "Excuse me Miss Veronica, but I do believe your father is driving up in his carriage as we speak. I knew that you would want to know right away." At that wonderful news, Veronica's eyes lit up and she could not help but start running around the room, forgetting about poor Jack. "Dad's back, dad's back!" The ribbon in her hair bounced along as she hopped around the room. She suddenly stopped in the middle and looked around at everyone. She appeared to be pondering something as she cocked her head to the side slightly, nodded to herself, then straightened up. "Can someone carry me to the front door?" She was definitely a bit on the spoiled side, as she raised up her arms, expecting one of them to carry her to meet her father.	Name: Veronica Asmothe Appearance: Veronica Age: 11 Gender: Female Race: Human Skills: Being cursed, getting into trouble, being cute, and daddy's money. History: Veronica has been cursed with a cruel fate. As if exposed to Murphy's law, potentially life threatening events keep happening to her. After being told that she was cursed, her Father very quickly started to hire the best protectors he could hire: Food testers, guards, tutors, apothecaries, even mechanics in order to find better ways to protect his daughter from the dangers that always follow her. She has managed to survive so far though she does tend to get hurt a lot from so many close calls. She has stayed mostly at home for now while her family tries to figure out the best way to protect her. She does leave home occasionally and the older she gets, the more she will have to go out into the world despite her curse.
3,093	68	7	1,415	573	I got it. Bringing the girl up into his arms and then onto his back, piggyback style, making sure her head was just a little lower that his, he never quite realized just how light she was. Huh. Maybe he was stronger than he though. Taking careful steps out the door and into the courtyard, another small crowd had gathered, likely to see the Baron's return. The short walk to the road was... Mostly without injury. He pulled his hair a little re-adjusting Veronica, but other than that, not much seemed out of the ordinary. Finally reaching the road, a Carriage led by two beautiful chestnut horses could be seen in the distance. Looks like the Baron's back, and just in time. He set the girl down very gently, but held onto her hand with a soft but iron grip. She wasn't going to be running away."Here he comes! You ready? Be mindful of the horses, I don't want you getting hurt." His mind traveled back to his time leading a caravan through Ebberon, only to be kicked in the face by one of the horses. He had a broken jaw and nose. Heh. Fun times. He almost missed it. Almost. Snapping back to reality, he re-gripped Veronica's hand, just to be safe.	Full name: Lance D'Phiarlin Usually wearing a tunic, Lance blends into the crowd, but when it's time for battle, Lance wears scalemail covered by a central breastplate. His weapon of choice ironically enough is a lance, yet he is trained with most other weapons. Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Elf Skills: Lance is a master Tactician and fighter. Keenly aware of his surroundings he is able to get an advantage almost anywhere on the battlefield. Not only this, but he is incredibly social, and is able to make friends very easily, because of this he has many connections. History: Lance comes from the country of Ebberon, located to the far west. Born to a pair of army generals, Lance had little choice but to be raised as a soldier. He had an iron will and a strong arm at an early age, and only continued to improve, even to the point of surpassing his parents. When Ebberon went to war with a neighboring country, Kyber. Lance was chosen as an ambassador, and was able to easily convince the king to stop fighting. Unfortunately, shortly after, the king was assassinated and Kyber went to war with Ebberon. Lance was chosen to be one of five leaders in charge of the main bulk of Ebberon's army. Here is where Lance found his innate knack for tactics, defeating Skrimish after skrimish, they had easily captured the main city of Kyber. Once the county was no longer at war, Lance was at a bit of a loss as to what to do. Planning was his specialty, yet he had no plan of action. Lance wandered around his hometown, doing whatever he could to help. He liked helping others, it gave the same sense of being useful as when he was a General. Shortly after, he decided that while his home was all well and good, he wanted to know what else he could do, and set out. Going from Country To Country, Lance was able to always make a few friends, and was always in a joyous state. Taking odd jobs here and there, Lance has a bit if experience with everything. Thus he arrived here, looking for what there is to see, and hoping to make some friends. Lance had wandered from place to place helping people where he could. And yet he always felt... temporary. It was as if as soon as he was done with whatever task he was assigned, he was sent away, like he had outlived his usefulness. He wanted something more... Permanent? A career of sorts. But what? Most jobs weren't in his area of expertise. He was a natural born fighter and defender, what could he possibly do? Just as he was about to lose hope, he got word of a Baron looking for a guard of sorts to protect his daughter. This was his chance! Lance took the job in a heartbeat, knowing he'd finally be of significant use again.
3,094	68	8	2,036	2,453	Gear Heart lowered his hand once the poppy was accepted and looked on as others entered and interacted with Veronica. The golem remained largely motionless for the moment. He usually did so when no action was required. When Veronica requested a lift, Gear Heart made no attempt to pick her up. His 6th sense picked up far too many ways for that to go wrong every time she made that request. Instead, he simply followed behind Lance and made sure Veronica was safe while she was on the elf's back. Upon reaching the road, Gear Heart stood near Veronica and returned to his more inactive state.	Name: Gear Heart Mark 4 Appearance Age: 10 Gender: None (But referred to in male terms.) Race: Iron Golem Skills: Amazing Strength: What can he lift? An easier question would be what can't he lift. Incredible Durability: It'll take some serious effort to put him down. Lacks Human Needs: Gear Heart needs no sleep, sustenance, or air. Music Box: When the gears exposed by the heart shaped hole in the golem's chest start turning, a built in music box begins playing a beautiful song. Rapid Plant Growth: Gear Heart has the ability to quickly grow various plant on his body. Though there seems to be no plant Gear Heart can't grow, he usually only grows poppies, vines, and dandelions. 6th Sense: Gear Heart always innately knows Veronica's current location and if she's in danger. History: Ever since their 1st appearance, golems have been universally considered a modern marvel. But none have been more so acclaimed than the Gear Heart models. Created by an eccentric gnome inventor through top secret methods, the Gear Hearts are as sought after and beneficial to their owners as they are rare. And with each version, Gear Hearts become even more sought after, even more of an asset, and even harder to find. So this begs the question. How did a minor noble like Baron Asmothe get his hands on such a golem? Honest payment? Dishonest villainy? Neither. The answer is much more simple and like the eccentric gnome who made the golems in the 1st place, rather strange. On the day of Veronica's 1st birthday, she was stolen from her crib by 1 of the servants. The servant would have escaped unnoticed had it not been for a large box blocking the front door. After the servant was caught, the box was opened. Inside was a freshly made Gear Heart Mark 4. It was the 1st of its kind and the most advanced model at the time. Along with it came a note from the inventor wishing the baron luck with his cursed daughter. How the gnome knew of the curse or why he gave away a highly expensive golem free of charge is anyone's guess. But even so, Gear Heart has been around ever since and rarely leaves Veronica's side.
3,095	68	9	1,289	184	Jack smiled slightly as Veronica apologized for sneezing on him then when she turned away he wiped away the illness of his outfit. As the butler walked in and gave the news of the baron returning a smile ran across Jacks face. Watching carefully as Veronica ran in circles for the mess from the golem bursting through the door still scattered the floor. Miss Veronica requested to be carried to go see her father and as lance picked her up and started to the door the golem followed. "Ah such a beautiful day a very good day indeed, though do mind your step on the floor there is debris, I'll get them all cleaned up as you tend to the young miss, all must be perfect or as close as it can get." After the trio went outside Jack quickly cleaned up the debris from the golem smashing through the door then he walked up to miss Noella and with a smile on his face he said."That golem sure is a handful but his heart will always stay true, he helps the young miss for that is what he was made to do, I think there is emotion even though he doesn't show it, in his eyes I see love but maybe that's just me being a poet, Now I know your cooking grand and your helpers dare not appose you, I'll ready the sight for the picnic unless my help you require with food."	Name: Jack Spades Except for I have a patch over my left eye. Scars: burn scars all over back, chest, and arms. Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Human Skills: Magic of flame to burn or shed light, abstract combat with cards sharpened right, But best of all I've saved for last a once broken mind and poetic tongue to match. History: I used to be named Jack of hearts, now let me tell you a story of how mine became dark. It all started when I was but a boy, living on the streets where life was just a ploy. Fighting to survive each and every day, always hoping for a hero always hoping to be saved. See when I was 9 my father became ill, with my mother long gone too many tears had I spilled. I did my best to keep him alive, but with no money or medicine my father soon died. So I did what any kid would, I cried and yelled as loud as I could. But no one would help a small boy in need, with nothing to offer but a voice of plead. I soon learned that the world was dark, most people weren't kind nor' caring in heart. So I stole and I fought for all that I needed, hardening my body but in my mind I was bleeding. I tried to convince myself what I was doing wasn't wrong, that I had to think without my heart for mine was gone. At the ripe age of eleven I was walking along, on to my next fight with a boy named Denton I was fighting for money started just a year before, I strengthened my body but my mind was torn. fifteen minutes past as the fight ended, Denton knocked out and my left eye wounded. I got my pay for wining the fight, and just as I was leaving a man called me aside. His name was Roye he said he'd been watching and waiting, to find someone for him to start training. He was a curious man with fire in his eyes, he had a strange style and an even stranger mind. He said he was a jester and a good one at that, but he soon was cast out for his constant spats. He had power of flame wielding cards sharpened slick, but his brain was twisted and he loved playing tricks. He said it was simple as he watched the tables turn, some people like to just watch the world burn. For five long years I studied his flame and style, dawning the same wardrobe and that never fleeing smile. One day it seemed like all the others before, till his pranks and his tricks led to burning down a door. As I saw him enter the house a flame, I heard some screaming and yelling in pain. Now we had played tricks and pranks on towns, but never had we ever brought death raining down. I ran threw the flames just in time to see, a mother and child down on there knees. As he raised his hand to finish them off, I threw my ace and his finger fell off. He turned to me with hatred in his eyes, never have I seen this hobby he disguised. I learned that night that he had a passion, killing innocent people in the most gruesome fashion. As I looked at the mother and the child in her arms, I promised them that I would save them from harm. It didn't take long our battle was short, as the family ran outside the building became scorched. We both started burning in our own fire, I made it out while the flames grew higher. From the ceiling fell a half burnt beam, and then all I heard was a blood curdling scream. As the fire died people gathered around, and out of the ash they pulled a body they found. It was the man with fire in his eyes, the evil man named Roye had finally died. I then set out on my own journey, to find a new life and a new life I found surely. I stopped in a town with a hell of a story, claiming there was a child with life filled with worry. It made me stop and think about my own childhood, I figured I could still do this world some good. If I protected this child from the curse forced upon her, It might just save my heart and also my honor. I may not offer medical services and my people skills aren't great, but I am fairly decent at battling fate. If ever a violence comes knocking be it beast or man, with my final breathe ill force myself to stand. Ill always have a poetic joke and ill always lend an ear, a fire to light the way or simply a shoulder for falling tears. So I threw down my black and white with my pointed hat of skulls, soon only to wreak havoc on those who appose. I set off with the name Jack Spades,hoping to regain my heart and earn my family name. As I approached the door to the house of the said curse, I vowed to protect this child all the way to my hearse.
3,096	68	10	157	3,049	Lucky had work to, or else he would be off studying magic or perhaps off to pester Noella for archery lessons. The young half elf had just finished brushing down the Veronica's pony in the stables. Fresh bedding, food, and cleaned hooves meant that all horses here were just calm and happy. With his chores done he stepped out from the small wooden stables just beside the manor to spot the Baron's carriage approaching. Sighing the boy prepared to put the carriage away and got water trough ready for the tired horses to drink. On his next trip to town he'd have to ask the blacksmith to come up and reshoe the the Baron's chestnut horses. The elf spotted the young mistress and Lance having walked out to meet the arriving lord of the house. Lucky walked over deciding to see what all had been happening. He managed to catch the end of the older Elf's warning about the horses. "They only kick if you're in the blind spot, or you do something to upset them. Most of Baron's horses are pretty easy going, their gentle compared to my old horse." He chuckled remembering his ornery old mount, looking at Veronica he smiled. "I'll be finished up after I get the carriage put away, if you wish to catch up." His thoughts of archery practice or study vanished when Veronica was around, with her was just another boy playing game or talking with a friend.	Name: Skyler 'Lucky' Knox Age: 12 Gender: Male Race: Half-Elf Skills: Skilled archer, kleptomaniac, mage, and time manipulator. History: Skyler was born to an Elven mage mother and human bard father, this unusual union sired the boy. Born under the sign of thief, giving him a rather greedy mindset and quick fingers. Raised a small Elven city city state among Viscarian Confederation with many other half breed children. As he grew his father taught him to play the violin, giving him a love of music that never faded. As the years went by and under his mothers tutelage, Skyler learned to control his special brand of magic, time manipulation. At first he could only alter time around himself slowing himself or speeding up. However he eventually learned to stop objects within two meters of himself. His powers are very particular, while he can pause objects like thrown fruit or knives in the air he must maintain the spell or they begin moving again. He cannot stop a living creature like a bird or a person, he can affect his own body however allowing him to move quicker for roughly ten seconds or pause to think of a quick plan. He also has a size limit, the larger the object the shorter time he can hold it. The largest object he has stopped to is three closely fired arrows which he turned in the air within two seconds of stopping them. With his mothers death it is unlikely he will ever have another proper teacher though he still has her books to learn from. During his time traveling with Rosa, he's kleptomaniac tendencies came into full swing. Where the two minstrels went coins and other shiny objects vanished. His aunt decided to put the boys Elven heritage to use. Giving him a bow she taught him how to string a bow, nock an arrow, and fire it. With practice he became quite the keen shooter able to hit targets at impressive distance for his age. Recently he and his aunt stopped in Farlande Kingdom the two entertains performed in a local tavern. When a drunken crowd discovered their lightened pockets, they turned on the travelers. Rosa had worked with the local thieves guild to swipe the money, abandoning her nephew to the mercy of the crowd she escape on horse back. Alone and with most of the villages trust gone Skyler sold his horse and went to hunt for a job nearby. His traveling experience gave him a good understanding horses and caring for them. As such he took a job as Baron Asmothe's stable boy. While few would want a Baron's daughter to associate with a low born, many hope his uncanny 'luck' will rub off on the Baron's daughter. Failing that he can help prevent accidents, with his unique abilities.
3,097	68	11	1,833	2,421	Noella Le Sciellou Current Location: The Asmothe Estate (Outside Veronica's Quarters -> Estate Entrance) Noella smiled as Veronica appeared to be in a cheerful mood, but a part of the huntress felt distant despite the upbeat atmosphere in the estate. The girl's chants about the Baron returning brought ill thoughts for Noella, for she never had a father growing up. Still, Noella couldn't let herself daydream and be distracted by personal thoughts. The huntress quickly shook her head to clear her mind, and followed the rest of the party towards the front of the estate, where Veronica's father was just about to arrive according to the elderly butler, James. It was always interesting when the Baron returned, or at least Noella believed. He would always have tales to tell to his servants and daughter, but Noella was often more concerned about her payment, although she didn't have a habit of asking rudely. Taking up this job was one of the ways the huntress was able to support her mother, and Noella knew better than not to anger the Baron and lose her job in the process. She glanced at Jack as he approached Noella, and spoke his concerns. "Please, leave the delicacies to me. I believe it is best that the Baron have a suitable place for Veronica and his' picnic, so I'd rather not worry you with the food." Noella replied, flashing a smile at Jack in an attempt to ease his worry. Nearly everything was already personally tasted by herself, so Noella felt that there was no more reason for them to be concerned about the food that the Baron and his daughter would soon eat. The few dishes that the whiskered huntress had not tasted before the picture frame incident could be tested by Noella on the spot, or the most likely option, thrown out and fed to the wild animals that habituated the forest on the estate's property. When the elf arrived to join the party of servants, Noella turned her attention to Lucky and gave the boy a nod. He would often bug her to teach him archery whenever the huntress had free time, and after a few minutes of begging Noella would always relent. She didn't always want to spend her time watching Lucky struggle to hit a target, but he was as good a friend to Noella just like the elf was to Veronica. Friends were supposed to do things together, and the huntress often thought it was fun to have some sort of an apprentice or underling to teach the arts of the wilderness. Perhaps even in the future Lucky would be able to save Veronica with the skills Noella taught him when she wouldn't be able to reach her. It was something the huntress hoped would never happen, but it was, indeed, always a possibility. Anything was a possibility with Veronica - if it had a chance to happen, it most likely happened. , , , ,	Name: Noella Le Sciellou Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Theme Background Born to a peasant mother and a Farlande noble, Noella Le Sciellou is truly an unwanted rat. Her father wanted nothing to do with the illegitimate child that he had thrust onto Noella's mother, and because of her father's refusal to take responsibility, she has no idea of who her father is. At first, a low-born life was harsh for a young Noella, and her mother was sure that her daughter wouldn't make it through the cold winters. A peasant village had little to protect a child from a possible fever or cold nor the money to pay for a medical remedy, but Noella eventually prevailed through her childhood healthy as she could be. By her teenage years, Noella was an experienced hunter. Making ends meet was tough, and because fur and meat were such sought after commodities, Noella had noticed she had a knack for hunting as she tried to alleviate her mother's financial problems. This knack eventually became known in the nearby villages, and Noella's fame had led to a wandering business selling prime cuts of meat and animal furs. One day, the baron had sent a rider to the villages in search of someone that could aid his daughter's plight. The rider had stumbled onto Noella, and he was impressed with her forte in meat and combat. After a background review by the Baron, Noella was soon offered a contract to help protect his daughter and sometimes help with meals. Taking the job mainly because of the high pay, Noella also took it to find out who her father is. Her father was always a mystery to Noella, and she believes that the Baron could help her locate him with the resources a nobleman would have. Skills First and foremost, Noella is a skilled huntress. Spending most of her time in the wilderness to support her mother, Noella is knowledgeable in different kinds of blades and ranged weapons to help her prepare an animal for eating by killing and cleansing it. She can also handle her own around various traps, especially animal traps repurposed to catch a human, and blend in the shadows when following a trail. Despite Noella's obvious lack of magic, she makes up for it in dexterity and her ability to travel rugged land where many others would not follow. Last but not least, Noella has somewhat of a silver tongue, and can make possible attempted assassinations much harder than they could be due to her quick-witted nature.
3,098	68	12	1,053	916	As everyone gathered out from the baron's carriage made its way down the lane, the graceful chestnut horses brayed upon seeing home and Lucky, who they associated with food and other needs. Veronica, who had been giddy with the lance's ride watched with joy as the carriage got closer. She returned Lance's grip and looked back at Lucky when he said his piece. "See ya Lucky!" She waved with her free hand and watched him as he readied himself to take care of the carriage before turning her eyes back to her dad. The rather modest carriage turned to the side when it got close and the baron stepped out. The baron was a fairly average looking man, with short black hair, strong blue eyes, and a fairly impressive mustache that had some curl to it at the ends. Average in height and build, he was certainly not someone who would make an impression, expect maybe for his eyes, in plain clothes. Still he had a certain air about him that told others he was important and had very good posture. If nothing else his clothes were decently expensive, though hardly flashy as he preferred a more modest look, but there was some fur on his collar as well as an emerald ring on his finger. The only other thing about him out of the ordinary was a special sword strapped to his waist in a scabbard, if one was to look closely at the handle a person would notice gears embedded in the handle which meant it was a modified weapon. The baron, who had at least a bit of a noble air about him before, suddenly broke down into the grins of fatherhood. The baron rushed forward, grateful that Lance was taking such care with her, but now it was his turn as he scooped her up in his arms and gave her one twirl before stopping, just in case. "My sweet pea how are you! Daddy has missed you so!" Veronica gave a giggle when she was twirled around and looked as if all the stars had aligned just for her. "I'm so glad to see you dad! I've been waiting so long for you to come back!" Veronica hugged her father around the neck once he brought her close for a hug. "Yes, I've been wanting to see you too. Also where is your mother?" The baron asked, though of course he knew where his wife was, she was helping set up the location for the picnic. "I don't know, I've hardly seen anyone around today." Veronica looked puzzled as she noticed a twinkle in her dad's eyes. "Well we'll see everyone soon enough I suspect." The baron started to put her on the ground, noticed a hole in the ground, and quickly shifted position to firm ground. "Hmm I'll need to have that filled." He grumbled and then turned to the ones still around, Lance, Gear Heart, Noella and Jack. "I take nothing has happened to my lovely daughter while I was away? She certainly seems energetic enough." It was nice to see her so full of life, unfortunately often times when he returned from a trip she was sick with something so it was a good change. "Don't worry dad, they've all taken good care of me!" Veronica proudly stated with a thump to her chest as if she had something to do with it. "Hmph, well I'll have to take your word for it my daughter. Thank you all for your continued service." The baron bowed to them all, the gratitude evident on his face since he could not be there personally. He straightened up and smiled. "Now, I believe we all have somewhere to be if I am not mistaken." The baron frowned a little at Jack, still not sure if he could fully trust the lad but he was certainly skilled and nothing had happened yet. At least Lance and the golem were nearby and he had great faith in them both. "Can you lead us to where the festivities are? I'm sure things must be getting close to ready by now." Veronica looked up at her dad unsure of what he was talking about. She was certainly going to be surprised. "If our information is correct the target should be coming to that location." A grizzled looking man peered through an eyeglass at a location in the distance where some blankets were being laid out along with tables and utensils. It was the location of the picnic near the pond the mansion had. There were lookouts around so they were keeping their distance, the man and three other cohorts. "Certainly not the easiest target but with these little beasts I think we'll be able to kill her without having to do anything ourselves." Another man held what appeared to be a squirming bag, with who knew what was inside. "Frankly I'm still confused why the client wants her dead, I don't think his noble is exactly important or anything." "Well its not our job to ask questions." The grizzled man grunted, then pointed at the biggest member of their group. "Get the magics ready, we'll have to program the monsters first to make sure they go straight for the target. We want this done quick and clean after all." The large man nodded and started preparing scrolls and charms for their preparations.	Name: Veronica Asmothe Appearance: Veronica Age: 11 Gender: Female Race: Human Skills: Being cursed, getting into trouble, being cute, and daddy's money. History: Veronica has been cursed with a cruel fate. As if exposed to Murphy's law, potentially life threatening events keep happening to her. After being told that she was cursed, her Father very quickly started to hire the best protectors he could hire: Food testers, guards, tutors, apothecaries, even mechanics in order to find better ways to protect his daughter from the dangers that always follow her. She has managed to survive so far though she does tend to get hurt a lot from so many close calls. She has stayed mostly at home for now while her family tries to figure out the best way to protect her. She does leave home occasionally and the older she gets, the more she will have to go out into the world despite her curse.
3,099	68	13	1,289	184	Jack bowed back as to not disgrace for he was the baron and Jack was a mere servant. Upon hearing the barons words Jack nodded politely and guided them towards the chosen spot for the picnic. "It is good to see you well and healthy for your return, we've all eagerly waited for our master's return we've yurned. Right this way baron and young miss to the spot of the festivities, but please stay close there could be danger everywhere even lurking in the trees." As Jack lead them too the spot he stayed ever vigilant as it was an open area with a dense tree line. Jack didn't like big open spaces for his experiences with them normally led to being surrounded by other fighters he had beaten in the past. Switching his gaze from the tree line to the festivities in place Jack lead them to the picnic and stayed right by Veronica's side.	Name: Jack Spades Except for I have a patch over my left eye. Scars: burn scars all over back, chest, and arms. Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Human Skills: Magic of flame to burn or shed light, abstract combat with cards sharpened right, But best of all I've saved for last a once broken mind and poetic tongue to match. History: I used to be named Jack of hearts, now let me tell you a story of how mine became dark. It all started when I was but a boy, living on the streets where life was just a ploy. Fighting to survive each and every day, always hoping for a hero always hoping to be saved. See when I was 9 my father became ill, with my mother long gone too many tears had I spilled. I did my best to keep him alive, but with no money or medicine my father soon died. So I did what any kid would, I cried and yelled as loud as I could. But no one would help a small boy in need, with nothing to offer but a voice of plead. I soon learned that the world was dark, most people weren't kind nor' caring in heart. So I stole and I fought for all that I needed, hardening my body but in my mind I was bleeding. I tried to convince myself what I was doing wasn't wrong, that I had to think without my heart for mine was gone. At the ripe age of eleven I was walking along, on to my next fight with a boy named Denton I was fighting for money started just a year before, I strengthened my body but my mind was torn. fifteen minutes past as the fight ended, Denton knocked out and my left eye wounded. I got my pay for wining the fight, and just as I was leaving a man called me aside. His name was Roye he said he'd been watching and waiting, to find someone for him to start training. He was a curious man with fire in his eyes, he had a strange style and an even stranger mind. He said he was a jester and a good one at that, but he soon was cast out for his constant spats. He had power of flame wielding cards sharpened slick, but his brain was twisted and he loved playing tricks. He said it was simple as he watched the tables turn, some people like to just watch the world burn. For five long years I studied his flame and style, dawning the same wardrobe and that never fleeing smile. One day it seemed like all the others before, till his pranks and his tricks led to burning down a door. As I saw him enter the house a flame, I heard some screaming and yelling in pain. Now we had played tricks and pranks on towns, but never had we ever brought death raining down. I ran threw the flames just in time to see, a mother and child down on there knees. As he raised his hand to finish them off, I threw my ace and his finger fell off. He turned to me with hatred in his eyes, never have I seen this hobby he disguised. I learned that night that he had a passion, killing innocent people in the most gruesome fashion. As I looked at the mother and the child in her arms, I promised them that I would save them from harm. It didn't take long our battle was short, as the family ran outside the building became scorched. We both started burning in our own fire, I made it out while the flames grew higher. From the ceiling fell a half burnt beam, and then all I heard was a blood curdling scream. As the fire died people gathered around, and out of the ash they pulled a body they found. It was the man with fire in his eyes, the evil man named Roye had finally died. I then set out on my own journey, to find a new life and a new life I found surely. I stopped in a town with a hell of a story, claiming there was a child with life filled with worry. It made me stop and think about my own childhood, I figured I could still do this world some good. If I protected this child from the curse forced upon her, It might just save my heart and also my honor. I may not offer medical services and my people skills aren't great, but I am fairly decent at battling fate. If ever a violence comes knocking be it beast or man, with my final breathe ill force myself to stand. Ill always have a poetic joke and ill always lend an ear, a fire to light the way or simply a shoulder for falling tears. So I threw down my black and white with my pointed hat of skulls, soon only to wreak havoc on those who appose. I set off with the name Jack Spades,hoping to regain my heart and earn my family name. As I approached the door to the house of the said curse, I vowed to protect this child all the way to my hearse.

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