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52,002	1,406	6	1,233	575	Alika moved through the jungle with her Mk18 resting by her side. It had been an hour or two of walking and still very little sign of anyone. She sighed from boredom when suddenly the drone halted. She pulled out her pad and checked what the drone had seen. There was a potential contact up ahead, but there wasn't any sure way to tell in the humid jungle. The warm air rising off the floor and the different conditions meant that Alika would have to re-calibrate the thermal camera in her drone before it could pick up heat signatures from humans, thus it was relying entirely on visual and audio contact. "I swear to god K7, if its another fucking bird I'm going to punt you across this island." she grumbled quietly as they now more cautiously approached the contact. Alika took cover behind a tree and motioned her drone to move up. As the drone entered the clearing, Alika gasped at what she saw on her tablet. A soldier, much more western looking than that of the NWA, was just barley aiming an MP-5 at the drone before he slowly passed out and collapsed next to a tree he had been leaning on. The drone quickly scanned the area before Alika quickly rushed up to the man. She began to check him over, then discovered that this was a Canadian soldier. "Huh... your a long way from home..." she mumbled to herself as she inspected his condition. She found he had a nasty cut along his arm. She deduced that the bloody cut, along with the heavy gear he wore, was probably what led him to passed out. Many questions began to race through her head, but she shook them off and decided treating the man first was top priority. First she removed the load bearing vest, helmet, and BDU jacket to help cool him off. Then she took her Camel Pack off and began to rinse the cut, getting any viable dirt or sweat out of it. Her brief searching in his bags revealed he was carrying a first aid kit. Taking some of the disinfectant powdered out, Alika sprinkled some on the wound before taking a clean bandage and wrapping it. She sighed, taking a seat a few feet in front of him and held her gun pointed at him. "K7, engage on my command." She said, then motion the drone to hide in the brush to the man's right a few feet away. While she was fairly certain that this man wasn't hostile, she didn't want to take any chances. Alika waited for the man to regain consciousness.	Name: Alika Fern Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: State of Virginia, United States. Branch of Service: Artver Mercenary Services Appearance: Stands at around 5'3 Personality: Generally very open and friendly, Alika is a critical thinker at heart, always keeping a skeptical mind about her situation. She can be sarcastic, blunt, and rude sometimes, whether it's intentional or not. A team player, Alika can work with people well and always tries to help a friend. Though she has very little tolerance for religious zealots and "honor bounded" individuals. Often makes fun of herself in regards to her short height. Personal History: Alika initially wanted to get involved in the war ever since she was young. Her home state, Virginia, was one of the states that received the bulk of bombardment due to the high concentration of strategic targets. Also because of this fact, it was soon a heavily militarized state and a staging ground for deployments to Europe. Her mother worked as a nurse at St. Mary's Hospital in Richmond and often treated many wounded soldiers coming back from the war. When she was ten, her father, who had been fighting in the European Campaign as an Army Ranger, died during a massive offensive by the Soviet Union. They recieved the tragic news when a British SAS soldier arrived at their house. He told them that her father had sacrificed himself to save his squad during the offensive and asked the SAS squad leader to deliver a message to his family. "I'm sorry I couldn't be their for you, Alika, I hope one day you'll understand." Alika's mother was presented a few medals for her father's heroic actions, but they seemed to mean nothing to the family for what they had lost. Alika from that day forward decided she wanted to fight in the war like her father did, as she felt like she owed him for what he had done in the war. Throughout Alika's high school career, she became interested in robotics and joined her school's robotics team. Something about tinkering with machines and getting them to preform tasks never ceased to amaze and appeal to her. Despite her mother's protests, at age 18 she joined the United States Army to fight in the war. Her previous experience with robotics aided her in becoming part of a new, specialized role in the infantry squad, the drone operator. UAVs and UGVs began to see more use at the war entered the 21st century and their was a demand for specialized soldiers who could operate and maintain drones in a combat zone. Alika took on that role and after further training saw her first deployment in Europe when she was twenty. It was truly an eye opening experience for her, and after two long years of combat, she was done with the military. It showed her how naive officers and squad leaders could be and she hated the fact she could not say a word of opposition to orders. Thus she joined the Private Military Company scene as it was flourishing during this time of war. Like the military, there was a high demand for those who had training and experience in the field of robotics and drones. Alika quickly joined up with Artver Mercenary Services, a medium size mercenary group that usually operated with the United States and its allies. Her team was deployed to the Pacific in 2012, but as the war's life soon burned away, her company was suddenly shut down as it was suddenly suspected to be providing intelligence to the enemy. Her team decided to go their separate ways and Alika now finds herself in the Pacific theater with nothing but her gear and some money. All she want's to do now is return home and find her mother. Particular Skills or Talents: Great with robotics and the IT know how that comes along with it. She can usually fashion her own replacement parts given she has the right tools and materials. Weaponry: - Mk18 with a holo sight and foregrip handle as well as a extendable stock. -A USP .45 with a small flashlight attachment -A fixed blade 8-inch knife Personal Equipment: -Drone Operator Kit (A small pack that carries various small replacement parts, wire cutters, electrician's tape, ect.) -Hardcase Atalis Touchscreen Tablet (For operating her drone) -K7 Atalis Ind. Support Drone(Colored a darker grey, with some metalic covering. Along with a small 360 viewing camera/gun turret on top): A small backpack size UGV that roles on four very mobile legs. It has one single barrel 9mm machine gun that carries around 150 rounds. The K7 was a drone designed for providing intel and act as a forward observer. They can be semi autonomous, being able to navigate on its own and depending on the parameters set by the operator, able to engage enemies based on IFF tags or by the operator personally marking targets on the controlling device, which displays what the drone can see. The operator can also call out specific targets via voice or radio. It has thermal and night vision camera options. Though for UGVs it is somewhat fragile, not being able to maybe hold up against light firearms like 9mm pistols, nothing like rifle rounds. This particular drone has been with her since she joined the company and she tends to treat it almost like a beloved pet. Some minor modifications by Alika has made it slightly faster than standard models. While it could originally travel long distances by itself, the destruction of various satellites and the amount of interference has greatly reduced its effective range. Thus Alika often uses it as a squadmate of sorts. -two MREs -A half full CAMEL pack (water carrier) -Two green Flares -A small first aid kit. -Tactical Headset (see picture) -MP3 Player Other info: Likes to listen to music in her headset or read one of her three books on her tablet. Once again, to the level of destruction across the globe, her tablet is only useful for drone operations/programming and reading.
52,003	1,406	7	309	452	Ghost had to slow down his movements. After two hours of moving through the forest the patrols of the NWA were starting to get more frequent. He must be getting close, staying low he looked up as the sun was setting, this was good as it was getting darker he would gain the advantage. "Shit man where the fuck is this guy" a voice coming from his right, "Fuck man I don't know" Another said. "Man we'll never find him in the dark we should head back to the truck" "Man I don't want to be cramped in the back of that stupid truck any longer then I have too." "yea but once we get back to town there were some decent looking wet holes for slant eyes" There was a laugh coming from them. "Man we haven't been out that long have we" "He man I got to piss, be right back" a third voice. As they spoke Ghost moved around them, staying low and behind some trees he had the three in sight. Good they haven't found the man who took those detonators. He watched them for a moment, waiting for them to pass from his hiding spot as the third man came back. "God this is so pointless, we'll never find anyone in this fucking jungle." He heard one say as they started to walk off. Ghost would of laughed, if he was the laughing sort, and not surrounded by hostiles. It seamed that no matter where you were the common soldier's best skill was complaining Once they were clear he moved again, looking around the jungle. He liked jungles, air support was all but useless, the nights were pitch black. You could hide and move an army in them lord knows Africa has mastered that. It was a simpler kind of war, Where it wasn't the biggest stick that one, but the softest step. As he moved through that jungle he looked to his right, a phantom moving along side of him, Petty officer third class Ricko. He was a good kid, it was his first field assignment. Ghost and his team were to track down an African warlord who had been helping the "Axis" move troops and supplies through the jungles of Africa supplying the enemies to the north. They spent almost two months in that jungle, Playing cat and mouse with Guerrillas until they finally got some one that would talk. It was a grueling mission, everything in that jungle was trying to kill you. Ricko didn't make it. Damian stopped him self, pulling out a flask he kept he took a sip, the burn of whiskey rolling down his throat. He had lost a lot of friends over the years, and he often wondered what became of Jayson, they had tried to keep in touch but with them both always being deployed. Damian shook his head and closed his eyes taking a moment. This wasn't the time nor the place for this. To many ghost haunt his memories, He took another sip of his whiskey before screwing the lid on and tucking it away. Damian took in a deep breath. Ghost opened his eyes, those cold as ice blue hues looked forward. He had a mission, stop the NWA from getting those detonators at all cost. That meant finding the man who took them. He moved with a purpose. Quickly and silently through the jungle as he looked around. He had to be getting close.	Name: Damian "Ghost Reaper" Philips Age: 28 Gender:male Nationality:American Branch of Service: USN: SEALS Personality: Damian is a quite, calm, and collected person. It's as if he has a switch and can simply turn off his emotions as he acts as an efficient manner to accomplish any task. To people not used to him they tend to get nervous around him, for the simple fact that he rarely speaks. Most finding such silence unnerving. Despite this he is rather social, often enjoying the company of people and listening to them, and after awhile they kind of get used to his quietness Personal History: Even as a child he was always so quite never screaming or yelling or getting overly excited. Because of this most of the other kids didn't really want to talk to him or be around him find him weird. All accept one, Jason. Damian and Jason became fast friends, Jason being loud, boisterous, and a little obnoxious and always having "the plan" so to speak. Damian on the other hand simply fallowed his friend, mostly keeping him out of trouble, and in some cases keeping him alive. The pair worked well together and were nearly inseparable through out there early child hood and into their teenage years. That is when things started to get really dangerous. Living in Detroit wasn't exactly safe. The city was in a decline, falling a part as more and more industry and major companies were leaving. The Motor city was slowly dieng. Because of this crime started to become more common and frequent. Gangs popping up all over the place as the city became more violent. And Damian and Jason got sucked up into it all. Fighting, robberies, car jacking, They did it all. Living life on the edge, though like most things Damian was more along for the ride then anything, and as always keeping Jason out of trouble. Though the pair became quite proficient at it, even earning a small name for themselves in their neighborhood. Though being known in a dieing place wasn't much to brag about. This was mostly all they did, Damian even had to carry Jason through high school so they could graduate. Both of them were motivated to get out of the decaying city. Though that was something harder then they thought. While Damian was a straight A student Jason wasn't quite so lucky, and when it came time for college Jason didn't get accepted anywhere, while Damian got excepted to several, including Yale and Harvard As if he would be able to afford to go to them though. So in another one of Jayson's plans he decided to enlist in the military. Damian of course ditched college and enlisted as well, and both of them signed up for the Navy SEAL program, and with some strings pulled both were excepted. Once in things started to really change. Damian shined in boot camp, Jayson still makes jokes that is the most he has ever heard Damian speak. But none the less he excelled but boot camp was only the beginning as soon the pair would have to deal with the treacherous Buds. This is where the real challenge started, the rigorous training, the lack of sleep it was like nothing they had ever experienced as once again Damian really started to shine though, excelling in the program. Jayson on the other hand started lagging behind, unable to keep up. Damian tried to carry his friend through it but in the end it wasn't enough as Jayson washed out. Damian considered washing out himself, but instead decided to keep going and complete the training. For the first time in as long as he could remember He and Jayson were separated. Damian went on to Graduate buds and soon was a SEAL. Over the years operating in many different combat zones and areas through out the world Damian started to rise through the ranks, quickly making Petty officer on her first go, and even second class. His natural quietness even earned him the nick name of Ghost. He was even selected to attend the USMC Scout Sniper school. He was excited, as special forces from around the world try to get into that school as when it came to sniping, there was no better place teach you. Like most of his military career he did well in the sniper school. Earning the designation of Scout Sniper. It wasn't long after that that his Team started calling him The Ghost Reaper, cause now that he was a scout sniper not only did he move like a ghost but he was the incarnation of death itself. This was all mostly his team messing with him though, but the name stuck and his official call sign became "The Ghost Reaper" Though most people just called him Ghost. As the war raged on Ghost body count climbed at an exponential rate, he was quickly becoming one of the worlds top snipers, even being some what known through out the circles of black ops of other nations. Towards the end of the war Ghost and his team were operating out of Guam, striking out all over the middle east and russia, but after every one was cut off it was chaos. Ghost and his team were cut off, stranded in enemy territory. Escape was the only mission now. All things considering Ghost and his team were doing fairly well. They were even close to securing transport back to america. during a meeting they set up with the contacts they had made with the Russian mafia, they made sure to take great precaution. But it wasn't enough. The meeting was an ambush, His team tried to fight back, but in the end ghost watched all five of his squad mates get gunned down through his scope. Though they were scattered about and taking different vantages the enemy was ready for them. Ghost him self simply got lucky, in that the enemy wasn't expecting a sniper of his skill as he was further away from then they thought to set up, and by the time they realized this he was long gone. He did however make his way south, and was able to secure transport out of china. Particular Skills or Talents: Advanced Krav Maga hand to hand combat, Expert marksmen, Basic medical training(he makes you more comfortable as you die), due to previous life can hot wire almost any car or truck, Advanced Diving(Aggressive driving encase of pursuit, meant for your more conventional vehicles. No shit SEALs get trained in this ) Car Mechanic(it's his hobby) Also speaks Russian(fluent) , Cantonese(good), mandarin(alright), and Korean(he can get by) as these were the areas he operated most out of. Weaponry: - Chey Tac Intervention M-200 w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular - .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor - SOG SEAL Team Elite - SOG SEAL Pup Elite (Kept his right boot) Personal Equipment: - Tactical backpack - The Ground Panoramic Night Vision Goggle 18 (GPNVG-18) -Half face mask -water canteen -Wet stone(Stone used to shapren knives) - He's black ops yo(just above that top right pocket does have a tag saying Ghost Reaper - Leica Vector Rangefinder ABC system(Currently non operational, though fixable to someone with the right skills) -x4 .375 7round Cartridges -x3 .408 7round Cartridges -x5 .45 M1911 Cartridges -x4 smoke grenades -x2 flash bangs -x2 red signal flares -x2 green signal flares -personal engraved Flask. Has the SEAL trident with Ghost Reaper written under it(Filled with whiskey) -picture of him and Jayson graduating boot camp -dog Tags, one around his neck another on his boot and five more(one from each of his former squad) linked together he keeps on him (Dog tags have blood type, Religion but instead of names they have their call Signs Other info: Damian has served in the worst parts of the war, and has seen more blood shed and horrors then your average soldier. Though through training he can cope, he does have a tendency to drink a lot, though he never really gets drunk, every now and again he takes a drink from his flask but won't let him self get drunk. But when put into a situation where he is "safe" he will likely drink heavily and binge. His eyes are a pale blue color, and seem to also look through everything, burrowing through you(something that tends to put people on edge and make them feel uncomfortable)
52,004	1,406	8	2,187	1,356	Near to Cindy's position, a trucks' engine grumbled along a road, and gears ground as it lurched along a pitted and rutted jungle dirt track. There was a loud BANG followed by clattering of mechanical parts and the engine cutting out - heard too, across to where Kyle had set up his camp - and the vehicle ground to a halt. The tailgate dropped on the cargo vehicle, and the NWA soldiers riding the truck hopped down, while those in the cab did likewise. "What's the delay?" the officer riding up front asked, as one of the soldiers examined the engine. "Why have we stopped now? We need to get the cargo off this island, especially if there's someone running around here and they've captured those code boxes. Black Jewel can't be bought into operation without the cargo." "I know, sir," replied the soldier examining the engine. "This'll take a while to repair - and that's if we've got the parts. I'll get to work-" "Just do it," replied the officer with disgust, before signalling to the others to form a perimeter. A voice from in back of the truck spoke up. "Where are we? Why have we stopped?" "Shut up," replied the officer curtly to the female voice. "Sit still and be quiet Doctor DeWinter. And don't make any trouble". The officer stood in front of the trucks' tailgate, his arms folded, as he spoke into his radio, advising command of his situation. The rest of the patrol began to spread out and cover the truck from all approaches, while the men worked to repair it. Bryan jumped and stirred. Looking around in a panic for a moment, he slowly adjusted to the situation and saw the drone again, and then the woman a short way behind. Blinking rapidly, his memory came back and he looked down at his arm. "Who are you?" he said after a moment. "Did... you fix my arm? Is this your robot?" He asked, pressing one hand to his forehead and wincing, before looking at Alika again.	Name: Bryan Winterman Age: 30 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian Branch of Service: Canadian Forces Military Police Appearance: Personality: Pretty easy-going and friendly for the most part, with a good sense of humour and outlook on life. He's a positive sort, with a strong moral fiber. He tries to protect those weaker than him, and hates to see people 'throwing their weight around', which is in part why he joined the military and particularly the MPs. Equally so, he is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in with force, and to use that force in the 'most effective manner', even if it's not necessarily the prettiest or most pleasant one - and he believes that bad things should happen to bad people, and that sometimes, a good man must do bad things for the world to be a better place. Personal History: Bryan's father was a Police Officer in Calgary. He had a good reputation, as did his family, and he loved his job. He was very good at it, and raised his family - including Bryan and his sister - to be good people. When Bryan was a teenager, he argued a lot with his father, but still respected him. However, during one night after they'd had an argument, Bryan's dad was called to respond to an incidence of a robbery at a private residence. The criminals were heavily armed, and Bryan's Dad and his partner reached the incident first. Responding with their personal weapons, they set up a perimeter, and the criminals attempted to run, using the family at the property as cover. Bryan's Dad attempted to open fire with his shotgun, but the gun jammed with a shell partially-caught in the chamber, and he was shot. Bryan found ways to blame himself, due to their argument, and never forgave the harsh words he exchanged with his father being his last. However, his Dad's partner and his mother assured him he knew how he really felt, and he decided to follow his path into duty and law enforcement, and joined the Canadian Forces after meeting a recruiter at school. He found life in the military good, despite missing his family from time to time, and he did well as an MP, and was commended for exposing various activities within the base he was assigned to. Later, as the war began and went on, he was stationed overseas as part of a security detachment for Canadian Forces deployed to South-East Asia, and was involved in direct combat, often in escorting convoys, tracking down insurgents and other enemies within civilian populations, and securing bases against attack and criminal activities. As the war wound down, he was forced to abandon his post in the face of an overwhelming assault, and fled to the nearest harbour, bargaining passage aboard a civilian vessel bound from the Philippines toward the mid-pacific. Particular Skills or Talents: Excellent observational skills and 'people skills', extremely good at investigation and observation of people. Skilled driver of most road-going vehicles, and some experience with small watercraft. Proficient with most small-arms and some heavy weaponry. Weaponry: H&K MP5 9mm Sub-machine gun w/integrated flashlight and mounted red-dot sight. Sig-Sauer P226 9mm handgun with mounted flashlight Backup Chiappa Rhino .357 snub-nosed revolver Extrema Ratio Ontos Knife Personal Equipment: Bryan managed to acquire a sizeable sports equipment bag from one of the cities he 'passed through' on his way out of the Philipines. He stuffed the majority of his gear into this to try and remain under some kind of cover and not to draw too much attention to himself. The contents are: Canadian CADPAT BDU's CG634 Helmet with NVG mount and CADPAT cover Modular Assault vest with magazine pouches, utility pouches and hydration backpack, and front/rear ballistic plates Radio headset and radio Dust/smoke goggles Sunglasses (rated as shooting glasses) Black and white pattern shemagh Personal first-aid kit, tourniquet, bandages etc. PVS-14 NVGs Gerber multi-tool 30ft paracord 3 days of IWPs (Canadian equivalent of MRE's Sleeping bag 8 x MP5 magazines 4 x P226 magazines 2 x Rhino speed-loaders 6 x frag grenades 4 x smoke grenades Mag lite with red filter 3 x spare flashlight batteries Other info Bryan doesn't have any particular religious faith, since the loss of his father and many of his friends in combat. He is technically still engaged, as he and his fiance were due to be married before the war picked up pace and he was deployed, but they became estranged while he was stationed overseas, and he has no sure feelings about her currently - something that troubles him. He has a fondness for animals, and they seem to like him, and he is very sensitive to looking after them and seeing them hurt.
52,005	1,406	9	1,915	713	Whirrr... whirrr... Kyung felt a slight vibration from his pant pocket and removed the outdated Nokia cellphone. Gingerly pressing on the green answer button, he put it up to his ear as he took cover behind a tree and crouched down, making sure to keep his pistol at the ready. "Iseul here." He hastily spoke, not wanting to make much noise. "The infiltration was a success it seems. How's the plane?" "It managed to leave the airspace without any trouble, thanks to the altitude. Pretty good HALO jump if you ask me. Have you done this before?" An associate of his client, speaking with a south east Asian accent answered him. Kyung smirked at this. "In a different time and a different place, with a different name. Anyway, how about you give me the details on the objective?" "His plane went down about a click north of your current position. It's probably crawling with NWA, but I'll need a few numbers from the plane for the time being. Be ready for anything getting over there. It's mostly jungle and the plane crashed in a clearing, but the NWA have probably set up a perimeter around the area. Any questions?" The South Korean commando silently thought it over for a moment before asking a question about the target. "I'll read from the file. Alright, he's a JASDF pilot of little fame, named Aoi Kurotsugi. He deserted shortly after his unit was 'sold' to our private army. We have not an idea about his reasons, but it is essential that we capture him." "Why?" Kyung asked in regards to the essential nature of capturing the pilot. "Classified information. Now then, I think you have a mission to get on with. Keep in mind that throughout the mission, you will have no support from us. The phone cannot call us, as the number will change every time. Once you have captured Kurotsugi, proceed to Buka Town for extraction. When you get there a man posing as a NWA soldier will guide you to a boat that will take you to our nearest base in Polynesia. Good luck." Without even waiting for Kyung to respond, the call was ended. He put the phone back in his pocket with a shrug and put his pistol and knife in his hand as he looked around the area. From his ridge position, he could easily see the smoke bellowing from the crash site and an NWA convoy moving along a road towards a coastal town in the distance that Kyung assumed was Buka Town. Taking a look at his watch, he made note of the midday hour before beginning his descent down the ridge. Carefully keeping away from parts that looked like they would easily give away, he reached the bottom of the ridge with little problems and began a walk towards the crash site, keeping an eye out for NWA troops. Being only a short distance away, the trip took little time and Kyung found no resistance until reaching the clearing. At least ten NWA soldiers walked in the area, patrolling around the plane as they awaited it to be taken away. Kyung took a position in a bush and decided on his course of action for clearing the area. Immediately, he took note of a soldier standing precariously close to a bush from where Kyung could easily grab him. He also took note of a particularly large spider making its web on a tree nearby and a plan hatched in his mind. Holstering his pistol and sheathing his knife, he quietly moved over to the bush. He waited for the soldier to let down his guard in his figure before grabbing him from behind, holding his mouth closed and hitting the safety on his rifle as he pulled him away from the smoky clearing. Along the way, Kyung put the man down on the ground, having fainted from a heavy hit Kyung had placed on his head. Kyung estimated that the man would awake in only a few minutes considering the hit and build of the soldier, so he took little time in picking up the spider and placing it on the man's chest, quickly returning to the opposite edge of the circular clearing right after. When the spider reached the face of the man, a scream erupted from outside of the clearing and six of the troops went out the clearing, leaving only three watching the opposite edge of the clearing to Kyung. Removing his Pentax Optio W60 digital camera from his fatigues, he moved out of the brush to take pictures of the plane's markings. Remarkably, the plane was in excellent condition despite the crash and the serial numbers and markings were as clear as day. It was an F-15J Kai, a modernized version of the F-15J Eagle used by the Japanese Air Self Defense Force, as evidenced by the modifications around the intakes. Kyung took multiple pictures of the markings on the wings, fuselage, vertical stabilizers before quietly moving to the other side to take photos of the rest of the plane. Returning to the side without any NWA patrolling, he climbed up to the cockpit to look for any clues in his search. The first thing he noticed was the tell tale signs of blood on the ejection seat and the fact that the ejection seat hadn't been ejected, telling him that the pilot had obviously left after the plane crashed. It was now that Kyung noticed a very faint trail of blood leading away from the plane. Aside from this obvious way of tracking down his target, he also observed the instruments, but being used to the F-15A variant of the plane, he found himself somewhat lost due to the F-15J being a variation on the F-15C, which made for quite a few changes compared to the plane he had once flown over Afghanistan. Shaking his head, he descended from the cockpit, but suddenly, a voice rang out. "You there, freeze!" Kyung jumped off the cockpit and took cover behind the plane as the soldier opened fire. The ruined Eagle took most of the fire, but Kyung still took no time in dashing towards the brush, shots ringing out from behind him. He was heavily out-numbered, so he sprinted into the jungle, not looking where he was going and continued running until he was sure that he had lost the troops. Breathing heavily, his older body was practically screaming at him. Kyung fell to his hands and knees and spent a good minute catching his breath before raising himself with a groan and detaching his AKS-74U from the strap he had been holding it on. In the distance, he could hear sounds of searching as the NWA troops moved towards him. Breaking into a jog, he began to head further away from the crash site, the short carbine in hand and not looking behind or below him as he escaped the enemies. It was thus how he suddenly found his feet tied thanks to a trap laid on the ground. His face hit the dirt with a thud and his weapon landed out of reach. "Anatahadaredearu kamo shirenai?" Kyung was surprised to hear a voice speak in Japanese from behind him. However, unknowing of the Japanese language, he remained silent. The unknown person seemed to be reasonably ticked off by him not answering and was kicked in the back as his captor yelled at him, "Darekaga anata ni shitsumon o suru toki imaimashī Nachisu, kotaeru!" "English.. do you speak English?" Kyung muttered as he recovered from the kick. His captor gasped as he realized that Kyung wasn't one of the NWA as he noticed his uniform and accent. "God! I thought you were a Nazi! Who are you?" The man quickly began cutting the cords as Kyung responded. He spoke fluent English, to Kyung's appreciation. "Kyung Sang Iseul. I presume you're Aoi Kurotsugi?" He pushed himself up when he was unleashed from the trap and looked at his captor. A short man, he was wearing a black and green flight suit with orange highlights and the Japanese flag on his left shoulder, and he still had his helmet on; white of color with a single orange star decorating it. Curiously, from what Kyung could see under the helmet, his target had a rather effeminate face. He also had bandages across his forehead and right eye and on his right forearm where he had removed his glove, revealing a dainty looking hand. "That's me. How do you know my name?" Kyung carefully considered his words as he shook the bare hand of the pilot. "I'm here to rescue you." A look of unease took to the pilot's face as he removed his helmet, letting some mid-length hair fall down, held back by the bandages. "Do I really need rescuing?" Aoi said, turning around. "Honestly, I'd rather continue to Australia." Kyung sighed, not especially wanting to argue, but also not wanting to reveal the true purpose of him being there. "Fine. I know a guy in Buka Town who can take us there. You have a weapon?" Aoi gave a slight expression of distrust before answering his latter question. "Just my P220. Mind passing me that M1?" Aoi gestured to the rifle slung on Kyung's back. He shrugged as he checked the rifle. "Can you shoot with your injuries?" "Of course. I'm a lefty shooter and besides, I shoot better than most guys in the Rikujō Jieitai. I'll lead the way to Buka. I got my bearings pretty well before crashing." The Japanese pilot gave off an air of confidence as he was handed the rifle, which he slung over his back before taking the extra magazines. Kwan nodded and Aoi began walking confidently ahead and he followed in turn, shouldering his AKS-74U which he had recovered from the ground. They walked in silence, so Kwan decided to look over the pilot. His stare quickly fell to how he walked. There's something peculiar about it, but I just can't place what it is... He thought to himself. Aoi then turned around and looked at him, before sneering and confidently jeering. "Who're you looking at, Mister Iseul?" "Nothing, let's keep going. We'll stop in a bit to try to find food and drink. You hungry?" The pilot made a bothered look and kept walking as he responded. "I'm kind of peckish." He said in a quiet tone, almost inaudible as a group of jet-black helicopters passed overhead. They both ducked in near synchronization and they spent a good minute on the ground before rising up again and silently continuing their walk. As they marched, Kwan kept a watchful scan of the jungle, looking for any dangers. Suddenly, he noticed a man and a woman a few dozen meters away, with an advanced looking machine with them. Silently, he moved up behind Aoi and tapped him on the shoulder and gestured towards the soldiers. He then gestured to a covered position nearby and after nodding, Aoi dashed over to this position. At the same time, Kwan quietly began to move towards the trio. Once he was in audible range, he briskly spoke. "All three of you, don't move an inch! I've got a... erm... sniper, watching this area. Tell me who you all are and no one will get hurt." He menacingly bared his AKS-74U and he saw the equally menacing glare of the scope from the rocks where Aoi had positioned himself. "I'm not with the NWA, if you're wondering." Kwan tried to assure them, hoping to gain an ally or two, but he quickly realized that baring weapons and threatening them wasn't the best way of doing so. I'll put the weapon down once I know who they are... He thought to himself as he looked the strangers over, awaiting their responses.	Name: Kwan Sang Iseul AKA Anton Kyungovich Lee Age: 46 Gender: Male Nationality: South Korean (with his false Soviet identity, he is of North Korean descent and Soviet Russian nationality) Branch of Service: -Republic of Korea Air Force (1986-87) -United States Air Force (1987-89) (exchange soldier) -Soviet Army (1989-1993) -French Foreign Legion (1993-2008) -Mercenary (2008-present) Appearance: Photo taken in 1989, shortly after Kwan was captured by the Soviets. Kwan is on the far right. The man in the center was his co-pilot and the man to the far left was their wingman. Neither survived imprisonment, except for Kwan. Personality: Kwan is a mature, thoughtful man, preferring to think before acting. His long times alone surviving in Afghanistan have made him a quiet man, despite his skill with languages. He can be quite friendly, however, with those close to him, especially his brothers in arms. Despite his age, he is well-liked among his clients and potential clients for his mercenary work for his versatile, flexible and adaptable nature, easily and calmly adjusting in any situation in order to get the job done. Personal History: Kwan was born on the 17th of July, 1968 in Daegu, South Korea to a middle-class couple who both worked for a journalism company. As a child, he had a quiet life, spending most of his time as many of his friends did, though he did spend a considerable amount of time learning English with a close friend of his parents, who was an American immigrant to South Korea. After he graduated high school with above average marks, he decided to join the Republic of Korea Air Force in 1986. He passed through training with ease and he was well-liked by not only his fellows but also his superiors. Due to his English skill and his excellent flying ability, he was recommended for a soldier exchange program with the USAF in 1984 which he eagerly accepted. Upon arrival, it was evident to his new American comrades that he was a great asset and they set themselves to work on attempting to find a good use for him. This 'good use' came in late 1987 in the form of a top secret mission in Afghanistan. He would fly missions against the Soviets in unmarked aircraft in order to finally expel the Soviets from Afghanistan. He arrived in the country in December, 1987 and he began to fly these missions in January of the next year. These went exceedingly well, until March when he was shot down by a Mujahideen forces who had confused his aircraft for a Soviet one. Kwan barely survived the crash, and had to evade not only Soviet forces, but also Mujahideen forces for months in the harsh environment of Afghanistan before being captured by a Soviet patrol. It seemed like the end for Kwan, but he was saved when he managed to befriend an old Soviet officer who had learned Korean during the Korean War. By recommendation of the Soviet, a man named Andrei Ivanovich Verov, he adopted a new identity (a Soviet Russian of North Korean origins) and successfully defected to the Soviet Union. After that, he stopped flying for a long period of time, instead traveling with the officer throughout the Communist Bloc and its allies, visiting places such as East Germany, Africa and even Cuba. Upon the death of his friend, in 1993, Kwan decided to end his voyages and attempted to settle in the West. However, he was met with difficulty in doing so due to an incessant itch to return to the battlefield and Kwan joined the French Foreign Legion in the same year. He stayed with the legion for fifteen years before leaving after a "dispute" (in his own words) and trying mercenary work in the war-torn world. This eventually brought him to the Pacific when he was given the mission of chasing down a JASDF defector... Particular Skills or Talents: -Kwan has experience in flying the F-5 Freedom Fighter, the F-86 Sabre and the F-15 Eagle due to his training with the ROKAF and the USAF. He also once flew a Mi-8 during a joy-ride with his close friend and savior, Andrei Ivanovich Verov. -During the months following his being shot-down in Afghanistan, he picked up through experience numerous survival and special-forces-esque skills. -Despite his age, Kwan is very versatile when it comes to missions and will do whatever it takes to get the job done (coughcoughsoclichécoughcough) -Kwan has something of a skill with languages, fluently speaking English, Korean, Russian, German, Spanish, French and is able to read Arabic. Weaponry: -AKS-74U 5.45x39mm carbine, no attachments or modifications. -Custom M1911 .45 pistol, with a threaded barrel for a suppressor. Given as part of a payment for a job. -M1A Loaded 7.62 NATO rifle, with an high-power scope. -Glock FM 81 survival knife Personal Equipment: -Fatigues in French Centre Europe camouflage. -Nokia 3310 cellphone -Shemagh scarf in an olive drab color -Pen and notepad -Water purifying tablets -Extra magazines for his weapons -Pack of cigarettes Other info: -He usually spends his free time either reading or checking on his weaponry. Kwan is also a rather frequent photographer, sometimes even taking photos while on mission. -He considers himself to be of Christian faith, but he doesn't pray or otherwise practice religious activities very often, for various reasons.
52,006	1,406	10	2,463	263	Kyle had just finished breaking camp as the sound reached him. He dropped to a crouch and raised the RPK-74 to his shoulder, a thirty round magazine already loaded. after a second he decided that it was far enough away for him to be safe for the moment but close enough for whatever it was to pose an eventual threat. He slid one arm out of his packs straps, ready to drop it at a moments notice. Taking a few seconds to get a more exact direction, he set off down the mountain slope, avoiding where he'd gone previously to take care not to create enough of a disturbance to leave a trail. Getting closer to the road, he dropped to his stomach, nearly invisible in the undergrowth. he crept forward carefully until he had eyes on the vehicle. He shrugged off his bag and moved it slowly behind a tree. Still being careful not to disturb anything, he inched himself in the other direction until he was mostly hidden behind a tree trunk. His search and rescue training made him naturally suited to finding things in the forest and equally adept at not being found. He'd had little chance to apply it to his time in the cities of Europe but he was now in his element. He held his fire for the time being, peering over the sights at the soldiers almost three hundred meters distant. He was content to watch for the moment, it was safer to hold his fire when he was outnumbered like this. they seemed content to stay near the truck for now. He'd have to fire if they expanded their perimeter towards his position. He could have made his way around the truck but he stayed where he was. The patrol seemed unusually disciplined and he wondered at the way one of the officers stood near the cargo area of the vehicle.	Name: Kyle Blackie Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canada Branch of Service: Canadian Forces Infantry Appearance: File photograph (2010) Personality: Outwardly Kyle appears friendly considerate and helpful though in a pinch he can be cold and impersonal. Personal History: Before becoming an infantryman, Kyle was a seach and rescue technician supporting operations in the Atlantic, rescuing survivors after conflicts between naval forces. Once both sides had worn out their navies, he transferred to a Canadian infantry regiment on the west border of Germany. After a relatively exciting deployment, Kyle was wounded while attempting to retake Berlin from Soviet forces. He was transported to England and later back to Canada for recovery. After being removed from active duty, Kyle was assigned to a position on the border aftercivil war broke out in the United States. When the war stopped the tide of refugees did not and the borders were closed. During a riot at a border crossing he was forced to fire on a group of armed civilians attempting to force their way into canada. Following this incident, he returned to his role as a search and rescue technician. During the start of 2013 a typhoon devastated southeast Asia. Kyle volunteered to lead a relief and rescue effort but the flight never reached its destination and was reported lost with no survivors. Particular Skills or Talents: Trained as an automatic rifleman as well as a Search and Rescue Technician. Adept at wilderness survival, swimming and climbing. Weaponry: RPK-74 LMG Colt 1911 Buck 119 Knife Russian MPL-50 Entrenching tool Personal Equipment: pre CADPAT BDU CADPAT backpack Russian Assault Vest Climbing Harness Climbing rope 50ft Nylon Hammock and tarp from parachute canopy Full First aid kit Flint and steel 4 x 75rnd RPK-74 Drum magazine 2 x 30rnd RPK-74 magazines 4 x Colt 1911 magazines Other info: Anything else you want to add. A piece of music, a short bit of info on any other habits or hobbies, other pictures or info - put it here if you want to.
52,007	1,406	11	309	452	Ghost slowed down his pace as he was walking, still keeping low and out of sight. Soon enough though he heard people talking as he stopped and sank lowered himself. He listened for a bit as he looked on, some one asking if the other bandaged them up, and another announcing he wasn't NWA, only there was a slight accent to his speech that made ghost think one look at him and you could tell he wasn't NWA. He decided to keep a distance for now, backing up slowly he turned and shifted looking around finding where the landscape stared to rise and headed off in that direction. After a few moments he was out of ear shot, no longer able to hear them, and more importantly, nobody could hear him. He looked around, then looked up as he looked a tree...perfect he thought. He removed his back pack, and stashed it in a bush near by so that it couldn't be seen. He climbed that tree, using branches he ascended nearly fifteen feet into the air where the tree trunk split, climbing up into that nook he lowered down, his body conforming to the tree. He really wished he had a gilly suite right now. But for now he stuck close to the tree, his uniform all black he was high enough that at a glance he would be un-noticed, and from a distance it would be hard to see him. He pulled his rife up and rested it on a branch in front of him for support as he looked down the scope. He pulled in the zoom to 10x magnification as he looked down. He estimated he was mabye 100 meters away, wind was low and not a factor and gravity wouldn't play a big factor, maybe a few centimeters down from the center. There was a small hood over his scope that stopped any lens flare as it covered the glass with a shadow. Moving his rifle he scanned the small group, the man in fatigues was wounded, he wasn't able to get a good look at him from his view point in the jungle earlier, but something told him this was the man he was looking for, a gut feeling. There was a woman, and an Asian man as well. One thing he new, they weren't NWA. Moving his scope once more he caught the sun reflecting off of a scope further back as he shifted up to see the man in a pilots helmet with what looked like an old M1. Though from the markings, he was looked like a Japanese pilot, so not NWA. Despite this the only knew two things for certain, they weren't NWA, and they had a bunch of detonators for nukes. Watching that Mexican stand off from a distance he moved his scope training it on the Asian man. He wasn't to worried about the others, the girl and wounded man were to the left and right and if they turned to look at the Asian they would be looking away from him. He could simply tell by the way the Pilot held the rifle that he wasn't a threat, he had the barrel sticking out of the rocks, how his hand held the barrel like a machine gun to keep that rapid fire steady, instead of holding the butt of the rifle it to slightly guide the rifle for smooth motion. He probably wouldn't know how to properly adjust for bullet drop, He guessed that it was the more imposing mans rifle, and also meant it was sighted for him. Though That M1A was a good rifle, it was not a factor as it is useless in the hands of that pilot at any distance past maybe 15 meters. So for now he watched through his scope, if anything they would start shooting each other and he wouldn't have to worry about killing any of them.	Name: Damian "Ghost Reaper" Philips Age: 28 Gender:male Nationality:American Branch of Service: USN: SEALS Personality: Damian is a quite, calm, and collected person. It's as if he has a switch and can simply turn off his emotions as he acts as an efficient manner to accomplish any task. To people not used to him they tend to get nervous around him, for the simple fact that he rarely speaks. Most finding such silence unnerving. Despite this he is rather social, often enjoying the company of people and listening to them, and after awhile they kind of get used to his quietness Personal History: Even as a child he was always so quite never screaming or yelling or getting overly excited. Because of this most of the other kids didn't really want to talk to him or be around him find him weird. All accept one, Jason. Damian and Jason became fast friends, Jason being loud, boisterous, and a little obnoxious and always having "the plan" so to speak. Damian on the other hand simply fallowed his friend, mostly keeping him out of trouble, and in some cases keeping him alive. The pair worked well together and were nearly inseparable through out there early child hood and into their teenage years. That is when things started to get really dangerous. Living in Detroit wasn't exactly safe. The city was in a decline, falling a part as more and more industry and major companies were leaving. The Motor city was slowly dieng. Because of this crime started to become more common and frequent. Gangs popping up all over the place as the city became more violent. And Damian and Jason got sucked up into it all. Fighting, robberies, car jacking, They did it all. Living life on the edge, though like most things Damian was more along for the ride then anything, and as always keeping Jason out of trouble. Though the pair became quite proficient at it, even earning a small name for themselves in their neighborhood. Though being known in a dieing place wasn't much to brag about. This was mostly all they did, Damian even had to carry Jason through high school so they could graduate. Both of them were motivated to get out of the decaying city. Though that was something harder then they thought. While Damian was a straight A student Jason wasn't quite so lucky, and when it came time for college Jason didn't get accepted anywhere, while Damian got excepted to several, including Yale and Harvard As if he would be able to afford to go to them though. So in another one of Jayson's plans he decided to enlist in the military. Damian of course ditched college and enlisted as well, and both of them signed up for the Navy SEAL program, and with some strings pulled both were excepted. Once in things started to really change. Damian shined in boot camp, Jayson still makes jokes that is the most he has ever heard Damian speak. But none the less he excelled but boot camp was only the beginning as soon the pair would have to deal with the treacherous Buds. This is where the real challenge started, the rigorous training, the lack of sleep it was like nothing they had ever experienced as once again Damian really started to shine though, excelling in the program. Jayson on the other hand started lagging behind, unable to keep up. Damian tried to carry his friend through it but in the end it wasn't enough as Jayson washed out. Damian considered washing out himself, but instead decided to keep going and complete the training. For the first time in as long as he could remember He and Jayson were separated. Damian went on to Graduate buds and soon was a SEAL. Over the years operating in many different combat zones and areas through out the world Damian started to rise through the ranks, quickly making Petty officer on her first go, and even second class. His natural quietness even earned him the nick name of Ghost. He was even selected to attend the USMC Scout Sniper school. He was excited, as special forces from around the world try to get into that school as when it came to sniping, there was no better place teach you. Like most of his military career he did well in the sniper school. Earning the designation of Scout Sniper. It wasn't long after that that his Team started calling him The Ghost Reaper, cause now that he was a scout sniper not only did he move like a ghost but he was the incarnation of death itself. This was all mostly his team messing with him though, but the name stuck and his official call sign became "The Ghost Reaper" Though most people just called him Ghost. As the war raged on Ghost body count climbed at an exponential rate, he was quickly becoming one of the worlds top snipers, even being some what known through out the circles of black ops of other nations. Towards the end of the war Ghost and his team were operating out of Guam, striking out all over the middle east and russia, but after every one was cut off it was chaos. Ghost and his team were cut off, stranded in enemy territory. Escape was the only mission now. All things considering Ghost and his team were doing fairly well. They were even close to securing transport back to america. during a meeting they set up with the contacts they had made with the Russian mafia, they made sure to take great precaution. But it wasn't enough. The meeting was an ambush, His team tried to fight back, but in the end ghost watched all five of his squad mates get gunned down through his scope. Though they were scattered about and taking different vantages the enemy was ready for them. Ghost him self simply got lucky, in that the enemy wasn't expecting a sniper of his skill as he was further away from then they thought to set up, and by the time they realized this he was long gone. He did however make his way south, and was able to secure transport out of china. Particular Skills or Talents: Advanced Krav Maga hand to hand combat, Expert marksmen, Basic medical training(he makes you more comfortable as you die), due to previous life can hot wire almost any car or truck, Advanced Diving(Aggressive driving encase of pursuit, meant for your more conventional vehicles. No shit SEALs get trained in this ) Car Mechanic(it's his hobby) Also speaks Russian(fluent) , Cantonese(good), mandarin(alright), and Korean(he can get by) as these were the areas he operated most out of. Weaponry: - Chey Tac Intervention M-200 w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular - .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor - SOG SEAL Team Elite - SOG SEAL Pup Elite (Kept his right boot) Personal Equipment: - Tactical backpack - The Ground Panoramic Night Vision Goggle 18 (GPNVG-18) -Half face mask -water canteen -Wet stone(Stone used to shapren knives) - He's black ops yo(just above that top right pocket does have a tag saying Ghost Reaper - Leica Vector Rangefinder ABC system(Currently non operational, though fixable to someone with the right skills) -x4 .375 7round Cartridges -x3 .408 7round Cartridges -x5 .45 M1911 Cartridges -x4 smoke grenades -x2 flash bangs -x2 red signal flares -x2 green signal flares -personal engraved Flask. Has the SEAL trident with Ghost Reaper written under it(Filled with whiskey) -picture of him and Jayson graduating boot camp -dog Tags, one around his neck another on his boot and five more(one from each of his former squad) linked together he keeps on him (Dog tags have blood type, Religion but instead of names they have their call Signs Other info: Damian has served in the worst parts of the war, and has seen more blood shed and horrors then your average soldier. Though through training he can cope, he does have a tendency to drink a lot, though he never really gets drunk, every now and again he takes a drink from his flask but won't let him self get drunk. But when put into a situation where he is "safe" he will likely drink heavily and binge. His eyes are a pale blue color, and seem to also look through everything, burrowing through you(something that tends to put people on edge and make them feel uncomfortable)
52,008	1,406	12	1,304	784	Forced marches were never fun, but Cindy thought it necessary. It was unfortunate to think that the small fishing boat had been seen, but it was more than likely it had, for this base was definitely in active duty, and would be sweeping the area for any intruders if they did catch sight of their entrance. She was thinking back to briefing prior to the Burma placement, to try and recall any key mention of extremists operating in the area. This war had certainly broken many a people, and made them take up ideologies that could justify their need to lash out against, something, anything that scared them more than they already were. Cindy herself had given up hope of seeing her home again any time soon, and thought she would snap at some point. But for now, that wasn't an option. Not when you could be captured at any moment. It was then that a pierce bang reverberated through the jungle, and made her duck reflexively. More likely a car engine giving out, it lacked the distinctive crack of a firearm. No doubt more nazis, Cindy thought wildly. To keep from blowing her cover, she slapped mud on her fatigues, and pulled leaves off a nearby buysh to add to the camo effect. After five minutes, she started to head to a clearing, towards the noise, dropping to the ground and crawling on her stomach. Stealthily, she took up a spot, and observed some men busy at work fixing their truck. Almost unreasonably, she half-expected them to be wearing the familiar, grey fatigues and falcon badges of soldiers from WW2, but wasn't surprised when they resembled a more ragtag, hastily formed militia. Most likely a splinter faction than a fully fledged military power. She observed a little longer, and then made her way back into the bushes, and made a wide circle around them. No point starting a fight you can't win. CRACK! Without warning, Cindy felt the familiar pain of a forceful blow to the back of her head, like the one she received during a nasty bar fight in some Burmese piss hole. That was the last thing she remembered of the rifle butt to the back of her skull, before coming to tied up by her wrists, on the ground, and surrounded by the truck soldiers from before. Damn. Head wracked with pain like the morning after a heavy night out, she let out a small laugh. "That's no way to treat a lady, you know?" "Shut up, slut," was the response from the nearest soldier, who accompanied the response with a sharp kick to the stomach, which made her grunt. "Don't say shit, or I'll blow your fucking brains out!" "Ooh, tough guy, eh?" She was dragged to her knees, and swung a hay maker into her jaw, causing her head to snap to the side. She spit out an ever-so-slight stream of blood from her mouth, smiling with scarlet stained teeth. "Nice punch. Let me outta these ropes, and I'll show you how you really punch a girl..." She joked, winking. He lined up another punch, when his commanding officer grabbed his wrist. "She wants you to kill her, you idiot. That means she knows something. Take her weapons, and check for identification. Maybe she knows something about our little thief friend..." He drew his pistol, and inspected her closely, lifting up her head with the barrel. "Excuse my men, they are... Unaccustomed, to seeing a woman out here such as yourself. Normally, I'd throw you to the dogs, and let them have their way with you. It's good for morale, you see?" He waved his hand to them, and a couple of the nearby ones laughed and grimaced. "But we have had some strange occurrences, lately. And your appearance seems to be too large of a coincidence. So, would you know anything about a man with a suitcase? Or who sent you? Now, choose your words wisely: I don't want you to regret any 'poor decisions' you make..." He waved the gun, and waited for her response.	Name: Cynthia “Cindy” Gouldbern Age: 26 Gender: Female Nationality: Australian Branch of Service: The Royal Australian Army Medical Corps. Appearance: Personality: Obviously very precise and efficient when it comes to ops due to her background, Cindy is still compassionate and empathitic, as her profession requires that of her. She is down to earth, and strong willed when it comes to saving lives. She is energetic and happy-go-lucky, typical of most Australians, and won't leave a man behind. Personal History: Originally, Cindy was drawn to the nursing profession, gaining her RN D-1's at the University of Queensland, but that soon changed with the Russian invasion of South East Asia. Due to the lack of support from other nations, the Australian Government began to issue drafting notices, and she was selected to be a medic in the Royal Australian Regiment, who were subsequently deployed to such regions as Indonesia, Thailand and Vietnam towards the end of the Third World War.. Her particular unit was situated in Burma, where she operated in a makeshift hospital treating the wounded air lifted from the front lines. Despite the circumstances, Cindy enjoyed her work, finally getting the chance put her skills to the test, and found it extremely rewarding. Despite the work the hospital did for the local community where it could, the hospital was bombed in an act of terrorism, and hostile forces engaged. Cindy barely escaped with her life, and made her way into the jungle. Because of the sudden exodus, many of the Australian soldiers missed the declaration of the end of the war, and continue to believe that it wages on. Cindy is one of those people, but no longer chooses to fight for the military, instead traveling and helping out villages with what she can with medical treatment, not realizing that the war, in fact, ended. Particular Skills or Talents:She is trained in medical procedures up to the level of a Registered Nurse, Division 1 (able to take blood, use complicated emergency aid equipment, and a moderate understanding of how certain drugs work). Weaponry: -Standard Issue 5.56mm F88SA2 Austeyr, with ACOG 1.5X zoom Ring Sight, 5 magazines. -M3 Carl Gustav, 1 Anti tank Round. -9mm Self Loading Pistol Mk3, 3 clips -Standard issue Assault Knife Personal Equipment: Emergency Triage kit – Situated to Cindy's side, it allows for emergency life saving procedures to be performed on the battle field, and also has a wide range of stimulants, painkillers and performance enhancing drugs. To boost effectiveness of team mates. Rations - About four days worth of field rations. Some of them appear to date from the start of the Third World War. Canteen – Good for holding water (who would've guessed). Binoculars – For scoping out targets from far away. Can opener – Never know when you might need one. Other info: Cindy is quite a heavy drinker when it comes to it, able to outdrink what she calls 'soft' Americans. She also has a fear of spiders.
52,009	1,406	13	2,463	263	Shiiiiiiiiiit... He let a breath of air hiss past his teeth as he saw some of the soldiers pull a woman into the clearing. Staring down the sights of hie weapon, he checked the range adjustment. They were slightly closer than the 300 meters so he aimed slightly lower than the centre of the officers heart, not wanting to take chances with missing a head shot. He hoped that the woman would have the sense to run towards her rescuers, bringing anyone giving chase straight into his line of fire. It was nice of them to group up for him, he might be able to take down half of them in the first few seconds, the chaos of being ambushed creating enough of a distraction for her to get away. He watched carefully, waiting for the perfect moment. The officer might have been asking questions or something, punctuating his words with movements of his pistol. At this range it would take a full quarter of a second for his rounds to reach the soldiers, slightly faster than what they would be shooting back. The officer gestured again and he fired a short burst, hitting the officer with a handful rounds and tracking left. These soldiers being further away, he fired longer bursts, stitching up the area around them with dozens of rounds. He aimed more carefully than he would have ordinarily, not having an ally to keep firing as he reloaded. Kyle targeted the ones with more dangerous weapons first, machine guns and anything with optics or under-barrel grenade launchers. All to soon the magazine was empty but not before the hundred rounds had left the majority of the patrol dead. He dropped the empty drum and loaded a fresh one, standing up into a crouch and beginning to move from tree to tree down the slope. He kept up a steady rate of fire, pausing behind trees to unleash a burst of fire at anyone stopping to take aim. He froze behind a tree for a moment as the crack of supersonic bullets passing echoed around him.	Name: Kyle Blackie Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canada Branch of Service: Canadian Forces Infantry Appearance: File photograph (2010) Personality: Outwardly Kyle appears friendly considerate and helpful though in a pinch he can be cold and impersonal. Personal History: Before becoming an infantryman, Kyle was a seach and rescue technician supporting operations in the Atlantic, rescuing survivors after conflicts between naval forces. Once both sides had worn out their navies, he transferred to a Canadian infantry regiment on the west border of Germany. After a relatively exciting deployment, Kyle was wounded while attempting to retake Berlin from Soviet forces. He was transported to England and later back to Canada for recovery. After being removed from active duty, Kyle was assigned to a position on the border aftercivil war broke out in the United States. When the war stopped the tide of refugees did not and the borders were closed. During a riot at a border crossing he was forced to fire on a group of armed civilians attempting to force their way into canada. Following this incident, he returned to his role as a search and rescue technician. During the start of 2013 a typhoon devastated southeast Asia. Kyle volunteered to lead a relief and rescue effort but the flight never reached its destination and was reported lost with no survivors. Particular Skills or Talents: Trained as an automatic rifleman as well as a Search and Rescue Technician. Adept at wilderness survival, swimming and climbing. Weaponry: RPK-74 LMG Colt 1911 Buck 119 Knife Russian MPL-50 Entrenching tool Personal Equipment: pre CADPAT BDU CADPAT backpack Russian Assault Vest Climbing Harness Climbing rope 50ft Nylon Hammock and tarp from parachute canopy Full First aid kit Flint and steel 4 x 75rnd RPK-74 Drum magazine 2 x 30rnd RPK-74 magazines 4 x Colt 1911 magazines Other info: Anything else you want to add. A piece of music, a short bit of info on any other habits or hobbies, other pictures or info - put it here if you want to.
52,010	1,406	14	1,233	575	Explosions and gunfire echoed in the distance as Alika waited for the strange man to wake up. She worried that she may need to move soon as the fighting sounded close... dangerously close. Thankfully, Canadian man stirred from his sleep, seemingly confused until he got his barrings. "Who are you?" he said after a moment. "Did... you fix my arm? Is this your robot?" He asked, pressing one hand to his forehead and wincing, before looking at Alika again. "I'm Alika, yes I patched up your arm, nasty cut, and yes, this is my friend, K7. Now before continuing I must warn you that my friend here can react faster than you can blink so I wouldn't try anything." she then grabbed a canteen from the man's bag that was next to her and threw it to the man while her other arm still held her rifle pointed at him. "Drink some water if you know what's good for ya, your probably dehydrated right now. Once your done with your little drink, I got some questions of my own." She paused and took a moment to take a sip from her camel pack. "Ahh.... Alright, first off, where is this place? Second, who are you? And third, why is the NWA here? Based on the gunfire and the general location of where my ride sank, I know that they are probably around somewhere here. Oh and speaking of that distant gunfire, you should probably answer my questions fast cause we may need to get moving before that distant fight becomes ours." she said to him. In her mind, the man was in all likely hood not a threat, but there was still plenty of room for doubt so she took no chances, keeping her weapon raised and K7 on standby.	Name: Alika Fern Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: State of Virginia, United States. Branch of Service: Artver Mercenary Services Appearance: Stands at around 5'3 Personality: Generally very open and friendly, Alika is a critical thinker at heart, always keeping a skeptical mind about her situation. She can be sarcastic, blunt, and rude sometimes, whether it's intentional or not. A team player, Alika can work with people well and always tries to help a friend. Though she has very little tolerance for religious zealots and "honor bounded" individuals. Often makes fun of herself in regards to her short height. Personal History: Alika initially wanted to get involved in the war ever since she was young. Her home state, Virginia, was one of the states that received the bulk of bombardment due to the high concentration of strategic targets. Also because of this fact, it was soon a heavily militarized state and a staging ground for deployments to Europe. Her mother worked as a nurse at St. Mary's Hospital in Richmond and often treated many wounded soldiers coming back from the war. When she was ten, her father, who had been fighting in the European Campaign as an Army Ranger, died during a massive offensive by the Soviet Union. They recieved the tragic news when a British SAS soldier arrived at their house. He told them that her father had sacrificed himself to save his squad during the offensive and asked the SAS squad leader to deliver a message to his family. "I'm sorry I couldn't be their for you, Alika, I hope one day you'll understand." Alika's mother was presented a few medals for her father's heroic actions, but they seemed to mean nothing to the family for what they had lost. Alika from that day forward decided she wanted to fight in the war like her father did, as she felt like she owed him for what he had done in the war. Throughout Alika's high school career, she became interested in robotics and joined her school's robotics team. Something about tinkering with machines and getting them to preform tasks never ceased to amaze and appeal to her. Despite her mother's protests, at age 18 she joined the United States Army to fight in the war. Her previous experience with robotics aided her in becoming part of a new, specialized role in the infantry squad, the drone operator. UAVs and UGVs began to see more use at the war entered the 21st century and their was a demand for specialized soldiers who could operate and maintain drones in a combat zone. Alika took on that role and after further training saw her first deployment in Europe when she was twenty. It was truly an eye opening experience for her, and after two long years of combat, she was done with the military. It showed her how naive officers and squad leaders could be and she hated the fact she could not say a word of opposition to orders. Thus she joined the Private Military Company scene as it was flourishing during this time of war. Like the military, there was a high demand for those who had training and experience in the field of robotics and drones. Alika quickly joined up with Artver Mercenary Services, a medium size mercenary group that usually operated with the United States and its allies. Her team was deployed to the Pacific in 2012, but as the war's life soon burned away, her company was suddenly shut down as it was suddenly suspected to be providing intelligence to the enemy. Her team decided to go their separate ways and Alika now finds herself in the Pacific theater with nothing but her gear and some money. All she want's to do now is return home and find her mother. Particular Skills or Talents: Great with robotics and the IT know how that comes along with it. She can usually fashion her own replacement parts given she has the right tools and materials. Weaponry: - Mk18 with a holo sight and foregrip handle as well as a extendable stock. -A USP .45 with a small flashlight attachment -A fixed blade 8-inch knife Personal Equipment: -Drone Operator Kit (A small pack that carries various small replacement parts, wire cutters, electrician's tape, ect.) -Hardcase Atalis Touchscreen Tablet (For operating her drone) -K7 Atalis Ind. Support Drone(Colored a darker grey, with some metalic covering. Along with a small 360 viewing camera/gun turret on top): A small backpack size UGV that roles on four very mobile legs. It has one single barrel 9mm machine gun that carries around 150 rounds. The K7 was a drone designed for providing intel and act as a forward observer. They can be semi autonomous, being able to navigate on its own and depending on the parameters set by the operator, able to engage enemies based on IFF tags or by the operator personally marking targets on the controlling device, which displays what the drone can see. The operator can also call out specific targets via voice or radio. It has thermal and night vision camera options. Though for UGVs it is somewhat fragile, not being able to maybe hold up against light firearms like 9mm pistols, nothing like rifle rounds. This particular drone has been with her since she joined the company and she tends to treat it almost like a beloved pet. Some minor modifications by Alika has made it slightly faster than standard models. While it could originally travel long distances by itself, the destruction of various satellites and the amount of interference has greatly reduced its effective range. Thus Alika often uses it as a squadmate of sorts. -two MREs -A half full CAMEL pack (water carrier) -Two green Flares -A small first aid kit. -Tactical Headset (see picture) -MP3 Player Other info: Likes to listen to music in her headset or read one of her three books on her tablet. Once again, to the level of destruction across the globe, her tablet is only useful for drone operations/programming and reading.
52,011	1,406	15	2,187	1,356	Bryan accepted the canteen with thanks, and took a long drink of the water, as his apparent rescuer explained who she was, and what she was doing here. Replacing the cap on the canteen, he set it down as he slowly sat up properly. "To answer your questions - We're on Buka Island, which is part of Bougainville Province of Papua New Guinea. My name is Bryan Winterman, Canadian Armed Forces MP. As for the NWA, well - your guess is as good as mine, but I stumbled across them doing some kind of arms deal on the quayside with a submarine captain. I'm guessing they have some sort of plan... I kind of, well. Stole their shit, and they took offence to that, and now they're trying to find me. Still, I figured it's better out of their hands, ey?" He hesitated, and judged her reaction. She seemed professional, if a little young. But nonetheless, she was keeping a close eye on him with both her drone, and her personal weapon in a position to be quickly snapped up to her hand. Bryan was about to say more, when a polite voice interrupted both of them. "All three of you, don't move an inch! I've got a... erm... sniper, watching this area. Tell me who you all are and no one will get hurt." He menacingly bared his AKS-74U and he saw the equally menacing glare of the scope from the rocks where Aoi had positioned himself. "I'm not with the NWA, if you're wondering." Bryan looked startled for a moment, and raised his hands in supplication to the newcomer. "Easy now," he said, slowly climbing to his feet, still a little wobbly, but feeling much better. "Let's not do anything rash, ey? There's enough NWA running around trying to kill all of us, let alone us start shooting each other. I'm Bryan Winterman, Canadian Forces; Military Police. And this is Alika. We've only just met too. I'm glad to hear you're not with the NWA." He looked over the man, seeing his obvious asian features and his lack of uniform, before he gave a grim smile. "Of course, you don't exactly look like the type, if you don't mind me saying". *** Elsewhere, and a short distance away, the NWA soldiers attacked Kyle fell, shouting in pain and chaos. Most had fallen dead where he shot, while others were in no condition to fight back. The remaining men scattered and fired back from the cover of the truck, or by the roadside. Their rifles chattered and popped in reply to the hammering bursts of Kyle's heavier weapon. "Let's just get the hell out of here!" one of the soldiers urged to the others. "The bitch in the back can rot, and we don't need this prisoner anyway!" "The boss will kill us if we leave without her," his squad mate urged, his eyes wide. "We should-" He was cut off as his skull was perforated by one of Kyles' rounds. Cursing and muttering, the remaining man scattered into the jungle, leaving the truck unattended, aside from the dead and dying.	Name: Bryan Winterman Age: 30 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian Branch of Service: Canadian Forces Military Police Appearance: Personality: Pretty easy-going and friendly for the most part, with a good sense of humour and outlook on life. He's a positive sort, with a strong moral fiber. He tries to protect those weaker than him, and hates to see people 'throwing their weight around', which is in part why he joined the military and particularly the MPs. Equally so, he is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in with force, and to use that force in the 'most effective manner', even if it's not necessarily the prettiest or most pleasant one - and he believes that bad things should happen to bad people, and that sometimes, a good man must do bad things for the world to be a better place. Personal History: Bryan's father was a Police Officer in Calgary. He had a good reputation, as did his family, and he loved his job. He was very good at it, and raised his family - including Bryan and his sister - to be good people. When Bryan was a teenager, he argued a lot with his father, but still respected him. However, during one night after they'd had an argument, Bryan's dad was called to respond to an incidence of a robbery at a private residence. The criminals were heavily armed, and Bryan's Dad and his partner reached the incident first. Responding with their personal weapons, they set up a perimeter, and the criminals attempted to run, using the family at the property as cover. Bryan's Dad attempted to open fire with his shotgun, but the gun jammed with a shell partially-caught in the chamber, and he was shot. Bryan found ways to blame himself, due to their argument, and never forgave the harsh words he exchanged with his father being his last. However, his Dad's partner and his mother assured him he knew how he really felt, and he decided to follow his path into duty and law enforcement, and joined the Canadian Forces after meeting a recruiter at school. He found life in the military good, despite missing his family from time to time, and he did well as an MP, and was commended for exposing various activities within the base he was assigned to. Later, as the war began and went on, he was stationed overseas as part of a security detachment for Canadian Forces deployed to South-East Asia, and was involved in direct combat, often in escorting convoys, tracking down insurgents and other enemies within civilian populations, and securing bases against attack and criminal activities. As the war wound down, he was forced to abandon his post in the face of an overwhelming assault, and fled to the nearest harbour, bargaining passage aboard a civilian vessel bound from the Philippines toward the mid-pacific. Particular Skills or Talents: Excellent observational skills and 'people skills', extremely good at investigation and observation of people. Skilled driver of most road-going vehicles, and some experience with small watercraft. Proficient with most small-arms and some heavy weaponry. Weaponry: H&K MP5 9mm Sub-machine gun w/integrated flashlight and mounted red-dot sight. Sig-Sauer P226 9mm handgun with mounted flashlight Backup Chiappa Rhino .357 snub-nosed revolver Extrema Ratio Ontos Knife Personal Equipment: Bryan managed to acquire a sizeable sports equipment bag from one of the cities he 'passed through' on his way out of the Philipines. He stuffed the majority of his gear into this to try and remain under some kind of cover and not to draw too much attention to himself. The contents are: Canadian CADPAT BDU's CG634 Helmet with NVG mount and CADPAT cover Modular Assault vest with magazine pouches, utility pouches and hydration backpack, and front/rear ballistic plates Radio headset and radio Dust/smoke goggles Sunglasses (rated as shooting glasses) Black and white pattern shemagh Personal first-aid kit, tourniquet, bandages etc. PVS-14 NVGs Gerber multi-tool 30ft paracord 3 days of IWPs (Canadian equivalent of MRE's Sleeping bag 8 x MP5 magazines 4 x P226 magazines 2 x Rhino speed-loaders 6 x frag grenades 4 x smoke grenades Mag lite with red filter 3 x spare flashlight batteries Other info Bryan doesn't have any particular religious faith, since the loss of his father and many of his friends in combat. He is technically still engaged, as he and his fiance were due to be married before the war picked up pace and he was deployed, but they became estranged while he was stationed overseas, and he has no sure feelings about her currently - something that troubles him. He has a fondness for animals, and they seem to like him, and he is very sensitive to looking after them and seeing them hurt.
52,012	1,406	16	1,233	575	Your reckless you know that? she said with a small giggle. "But damn... dentanators? Well it looks like we got new priorities.... How ab-" Suddenly a voice interrupted them. When the newcomers revealed themselves, Bryan was the first to respond to them verbally, but the drone was not as understanding of the situation. Its turret quickly turned and bared its 9mm barrel at them and emitted two high pitch beeping noises as an alert to their sudden appearence. Alika, quickly got up and stopped the drone from taking further action. "Down boy! No! No shooting! Bad!" she oddly said. Alika had programmed the drone to respond to specific voice commands by her, and "down boy" was one of them. The others... well she did treat it like a pet. "Sorry about that.... but yeah buddy, you don't exactly look the part, but I guess since you didn't shoot us on sight, that's enough proof to me you ain't NWA. K7, disable guardian mode, return to standby status... There, he's put his gun down, now you guys do the same." she said as the gun on the drone retracted into the small turret. She placed her Mk18 on the ground behind her and took a step forward to put some distance between her main weapon and herself to indicate friendly intentions, then motioned them to do the same. "Listen people, I think its safe to say we all need to get the hell off this island, but I think my new Canadian pal here has some serious information for us as he just told me."	Name: Alika Fern Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: State of Virginia, United States. Branch of Service: Artver Mercenary Services Appearance: Stands at around 5'3 Personality: Generally very open and friendly, Alika is a critical thinker at heart, always keeping a skeptical mind about her situation. She can be sarcastic, blunt, and rude sometimes, whether it's intentional or not. A team player, Alika can work with people well and always tries to help a friend. Though she has very little tolerance for religious zealots and "honor bounded" individuals. Often makes fun of herself in regards to her short height. Personal History: Alika initially wanted to get involved in the war ever since she was young. Her home state, Virginia, was one of the states that received the bulk of bombardment due to the high concentration of strategic targets. Also because of this fact, it was soon a heavily militarized state and a staging ground for deployments to Europe. Her mother worked as a nurse at St. Mary's Hospital in Richmond and often treated many wounded soldiers coming back from the war. When she was ten, her father, who had been fighting in the European Campaign as an Army Ranger, died during a massive offensive by the Soviet Union. They recieved the tragic news when a British SAS soldier arrived at their house. He told them that her father had sacrificed himself to save his squad during the offensive and asked the SAS squad leader to deliver a message to his family. "I'm sorry I couldn't be their for you, Alika, I hope one day you'll understand." Alika's mother was presented a few medals for her father's heroic actions, but they seemed to mean nothing to the family for what they had lost. Alika from that day forward decided she wanted to fight in the war like her father did, as she felt like she owed him for what he had done in the war. Throughout Alika's high school career, she became interested in robotics and joined her school's robotics team. Something about tinkering with machines and getting them to preform tasks never ceased to amaze and appeal to her. Despite her mother's protests, at age 18 she joined the United States Army to fight in the war. Her previous experience with robotics aided her in becoming part of a new, specialized role in the infantry squad, the drone operator. UAVs and UGVs began to see more use at the war entered the 21st century and their was a demand for specialized soldiers who could operate and maintain drones in a combat zone. Alika took on that role and after further training saw her first deployment in Europe when she was twenty. It was truly an eye opening experience for her, and after two long years of combat, she was done with the military. It showed her how naive officers and squad leaders could be and she hated the fact she could not say a word of opposition to orders. Thus she joined the Private Military Company scene as it was flourishing during this time of war. Like the military, there was a high demand for those who had training and experience in the field of robotics and drones. Alika quickly joined up with Artver Mercenary Services, a medium size mercenary group that usually operated with the United States and its allies. Her team was deployed to the Pacific in 2012, but as the war's life soon burned away, her company was suddenly shut down as it was suddenly suspected to be providing intelligence to the enemy. Her team decided to go their separate ways and Alika now finds herself in the Pacific theater with nothing but her gear and some money. All she want's to do now is return home and find her mother. Particular Skills or Talents: Great with robotics and the IT know how that comes along with it. She can usually fashion her own replacement parts given she has the right tools and materials. Weaponry: - Mk18 with a holo sight and foregrip handle as well as a extendable stock. -A USP .45 with a small flashlight attachment -A fixed blade 8-inch knife Personal Equipment: -Drone Operator Kit (A small pack that carries various small replacement parts, wire cutters, electrician's tape, ect.) -Hardcase Atalis Touchscreen Tablet (For operating her drone) -K7 Atalis Ind. Support Drone(Colored a darker grey, with some metalic covering. Along with a small 360 viewing camera/gun turret on top): A small backpack size UGV that roles on four very mobile legs. It has one single barrel 9mm machine gun that carries around 150 rounds. The K7 was a drone designed for providing intel and act as a forward observer. They can be semi autonomous, being able to navigate on its own and depending on the parameters set by the operator, able to engage enemies based on IFF tags or by the operator personally marking targets on the controlling device, which displays what the drone can see. The operator can also call out specific targets via voice or radio. It has thermal and night vision camera options. Though for UGVs it is somewhat fragile, not being able to maybe hold up against light firearms like 9mm pistols, nothing like rifle rounds. This particular drone has been with her since she joined the company and she tends to treat it almost like a beloved pet. Some minor modifications by Alika has made it slightly faster than standard models. While it could originally travel long distances by itself, the destruction of various satellites and the amount of interference has greatly reduced its effective range. Thus Alika often uses it as a squadmate of sorts. -two MREs -A half full CAMEL pack (water carrier) -Two green Flares -A small first aid kit. -Tactical Headset (see picture) -MP3 Player Other info: Likes to listen to music in her headset or read one of her three books on her tablet. Once again, to the level of destruction across the globe, her tablet is only useful for drone operations/programming and reading.
52,013	1,406	17	1,304	784	So, what is your decision? The officer casually looked her in the eyes. That's when a wad of bloody phlegm smacked him in the cheek, and his face dropped into a scowl, as Cindy just smiled. "Do your worst, punk, you don't scare me-" Without warning, he had several bullets rip into his side, and he collapsed with a look of shock on his face. Other soldiers returned fire, only to be torn down by some kind of heavy caliber SAW weapon. She kept her head down for a bit, as the bullet lawn mower cut the enemy squad to shreds, before a lull in fire where she stood up with some difficult, as her hands were tied in front of her. Without hesitating, she spotted her pack with weapons still attached, grabbed it and proceeded to run towards the hidden rescuer, albeit right to the side outside of his cone of fire. Cindy pumped her legs into the ground as fast as she could, as whoever was firing started up again, and she uttered a small prayer. "Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, please don't hit me..." Eventually she leaped over a small mound, and landed with a thud beside him. She took a quick look at him, and noted the Canadian flag on his shoulder. Never seen a Canadian before, do they even have an army? She wasn't complaining, as he appeared to have decimated the squad, who retreated with haste into the jungle. She laid beside him, and patted him on the shoulder, a wide grin on her face. "Thanks for the rescue, mate. Bloody Nazis, this war gets crazier by the day, right? Anyways, I'm Private Cynthia Gouldbern, of The Royal Australian Army Medical Corps, but you can call me Cindy. Pleased to meet ya." She held out her tied hands, waiting for him to shake it. "Oh yeah, right. Mind cutting me loose?"	Name: Cynthia “Cindy” Gouldbern Age: 26 Gender: Female Nationality: Australian Branch of Service: The Royal Australian Army Medical Corps. Appearance: Personality: Obviously very precise and efficient when it comes to ops due to her background, Cindy is still compassionate and empathitic, as her profession requires that of her. She is down to earth, and strong willed when it comes to saving lives. She is energetic and happy-go-lucky, typical of most Australians, and won't leave a man behind. Personal History: Originally, Cindy was drawn to the nursing profession, gaining her RN D-1's at the University of Queensland, but that soon changed with the Russian invasion of South East Asia. Due to the lack of support from other nations, the Australian Government began to issue drafting notices, and she was selected to be a medic in the Royal Australian Regiment, who were subsequently deployed to such regions as Indonesia, Thailand and Vietnam towards the end of the Third World War.. Her particular unit was situated in Burma, where she operated in a makeshift hospital treating the wounded air lifted from the front lines. Despite the circumstances, Cindy enjoyed her work, finally getting the chance put her skills to the test, and found it extremely rewarding. Despite the work the hospital did for the local community where it could, the hospital was bombed in an act of terrorism, and hostile forces engaged. Cindy barely escaped with her life, and made her way into the jungle. Because of the sudden exodus, many of the Australian soldiers missed the declaration of the end of the war, and continue to believe that it wages on. Cindy is one of those people, but no longer chooses to fight for the military, instead traveling and helping out villages with what she can with medical treatment, not realizing that the war, in fact, ended. Particular Skills or Talents:She is trained in medical procedures up to the level of a Registered Nurse, Division 1 (able to take blood, use complicated emergency aid equipment, and a moderate understanding of how certain drugs work). Weaponry: -Standard Issue 5.56mm F88SA2 Austeyr, with ACOG 1.5X zoom Ring Sight, 5 magazines. -M3 Carl Gustav, 1 Anti tank Round. -9mm Self Loading Pistol Mk3, 3 clips -Standard issue Assault Knife Personal Equipment: Emergency Triage kit – Situated to Cindy's side, it allows for emergency life saving procedures to be performed on the battle field, and also has a wide range of stimulants, painkillers and performance enhancing drugs. To boost effectiveness of team mates. Rations - About four days worth of field rations. Some of them appear to date from the start of the Third World War. Canteen – Good for holding water (who would've guessed). Binoculars – For scoping out targets from far away. Can opener – Never know when you might need one. Other info: Cindy is quite a heavy drinker when it comes to it, able to outdrink what she calls 'soft' Americans. She also has a fear of spiders.
52,014	1,406	18	2,463	263	Kyle smiled at his rescuee, not moving for a moment as he watched the last of the patrol run back down the road the way they had come. He pulled his knife from it's sheath on his belt and sliced neatly through the ropes. He slid it back into the sheath and started back up the hill towards the rest of his gear. "Kyle Blackie, Disaster Assistance Response Team, I'm a little bit further from home than you are. We'd better get moving, I think I heard a helicopter earlier." Reaching his bag, he hefted it up onto his shoulder and headed back down the hill to replenish his spent ammunition. He dropped the half empty drum and picked up a pair of full drums to replace what he'd fired. He pulled the officers pistol from the lifeless hands of its owner and used it to finish off the handful of survivors, explaining his actions with "It's kinder than leaving them. There's really nothing we can do." He made his way to the truck. Rather than looking in through the back he lifted the cover on the side with the barrel of the pistol.	Name: Kyle Blackie Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canada Branch of Service: Canadian Forces Infantry Appearance: File photograph (2010) Personality: Outwardly Kyle appears friendly considerate and helpful though in a pinch he can be cold and impersonal. Personal History: Before becoming an infantryman, Kyle was a seach and rescue technician supporting operations in the Atlantic, rescuing survivors after conflicts between naval forces. Once both sides had worn out their navies, he transferred to a Canadian infantry regiment on the west border of Germany. After a relatively exciting deployment, Kyle was wounded while attempting to retake Berlin from Soviet forces. He was transported to England and later back to Canada for recovery. After being removed from active duty, Kyle was assigned to a position on the border aftercivil war broke out in the United States. When the war stopped the tide of refugees did not and the borders were closed. During a riot at a border crossing he was forced to fire on a group of armed civilians attempting to force their way into canada. Following this incident, he returned to his role as a search and rescue technician. During the start of 2013 a typhoon devastated southeast Asia. Kyle volunteered to lead a relief and rescue effort but the flight never reached its destination and was reported lost with no survivors. Particular Skills or Talents: Trained as an automatic rifleman as well as a Search and Rescue Technician. Adept at wilderness survival, swimming and climbing. Weaponry: RPK-74 LMG Colt 1911 Buck 119 Knife Russian MPL-50 Entrenching tool Personal Equipment: pre CADPAT BDU CADPAT backpack Russian Assault Vest Climbing Harness Climbing rope 50ft Nylon Hammock and tarp from parachute canopy Full First aid kit Flint and steel 4 x 75rnd RPK-74 Drum magazine 2 x 30rnd RPK-74 magazines 4 x Colt 1911 magazines Other info: Anything else you want to add. A piece of music, a short bit of info on any other habits or hobbies, other pictures or info - put it here if you want to.
52,015	1,406	19	2,187	1,356	Bryan picked up his lead-bearing gear, and started to put himself back into combat condition. "She's not wrong," continued Bryan, taking over the conversation. "The NWA made a deal with a back-stabbing submarine officer, which gave them access to nukes. A whole submarine-full of 'em. The thought of neo-nazi's with nuclear weaponry and an agenda makes me feel all kinds of horrified. Kind of felt like it was my business to intervene and grab the detonators, and stash them somewhere. Alika's right: we need to get off of this island, before they find us, or the detonators. Even then - I'd like to do something about that sub, but I don't have the weapons or gear to do it. And even if I did, I don't reckon I could do it on my own anyway..." He left the sentence hanging, and looked around the clearing at the others, as he bent to retrieve his helmet, and MP5. Meanwhile, at the truck, a woman's voice sounded as Kyle lifted the tarp covering the cargo bed with his pistol. "Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot! I'm a friendly, a-a scientist! Professor Melissa DeWinter, I'm a geneticist. University of Kyoto!" A look revealed a wide-eyed, dark haired woman. She had some evidence of Japanese features, but they were blended with caucasian notes to her face and body. Dressed in tropical-clothing, she was curled up in the corner of the trucks' cargo bed, hands up in a defensive posture.	Name: Bryan Winterman Age: 30 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian Branch of Service: Canadian Forces Military Police Appearance: Personality: Pretty easy-going and friendly for the most part, with a good sense of humour and outlook on life. He's a positive sort, with a strong moral fiber. He tries to protect those weaker than him, and hates to see people 'throwing their weight around', which is in part why he joined the military and particularly the MPs. Equally so, he is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in with force, and to use that force in the 'most effective manner', even if it's not necessarily the prettiest or most pleasant one - and he believes that bad things should happen to bad people, and that sometimes, a good man must do bad things for the world to be a better place. Personal History: Bryan's father was a Police Officer in Calgary. He had a good reputation, as did his family, and he loved his job. He was very good at it, and raised his family - including Bryan and his sister - to be good people. When Bryan was a teenager, he argued a lot with his father, but still respected him. However, during one night after they'd had an argument, Bryan's dad was called to respond to an incidence of a robbery at a private residence. The criminals were heavily armed, and Bryan's Dad and his partner reached the incident first. Responding with their personal weapons, they set up a perimeter, and the criminals attempted to run, using the family at the property as cover. Bryan's Dad attempted to open fire with his shotgun, but the gun jammed with a shell partially-caught in the chamber, and he was shot. Bryan found ways to blame himself, due to their argument, and never forgave the harsh words he exchanged with his father being his last. However, his Dad's partner and his mother assured him he knew how he really felt, and he decided to follow his path into duty and law enforcement, and joined the Canadian Forces after meeting a recruiter at school. He found life in the military good, despite missing his family from time to time, and he did well as an MP, and was commended for exposing various activities within the base he was assigned to. Later, as the war began and went on, he was stationed overseas as part of a security detachment for Canadian Forces deployed to South-East Asia, and was involved in direct combat, often in escorting convoys, tracking down insurgents and other enemies within civilian populations, and securing bases against attack and criminal activities. As the war wound down, he was forced to abandon his post in the face of an overwhelming assault, and fled to the nearest harbour, bargaining passage aboard a civilian vessel bound from the Philippines toward the mid-pacific. Particular Skills or Talents: Excellent observational skills and 'people skills', extremely good at investigation and observation of people. Skilled driver of most road-going vehicles, and some experience with small watercraft. Proficient with most small-arms and some heavy weaponry. Weaponry: H&K MP5 9mm Sub-machine gun w/integrated flashlight and mounted red-dot sight. Sig-Sauer P226 9mm handgun with mounted flashlight Backup Chiappa Rhino .357 snub-nosed revolver Extrema Ratio Ontos Knife Personal Equipment: Bryan managed to acquire a sizeable sports equipment bag from one of the cities he 'passed through' on his way out of the Philipines. He stuffed the majority of his gear into this to try and remain under some kind of cover and not to draw too much attention to himself. The contents are: Canadian CADPAT BDU's CG634 Helmet with NVG mount and CADPAT cover Modular Assault vest with magazine pouches, utility pouches and hydration backpack, and front/rear ballistic plates Radio headset and radio Dust/smoke goggles Sunglasses (rated as shooting glasses) Black and white pattern shemagh Personal first-aid kit, tourniquet, bandages etc. PVS-14 NVGs Gerber multi-tool 30ft paracord 3 days of IWPs (Canadian equivalent of MRE's Sleeping bag 8 x MP5 magazines 4 x P226 magazines 2 x Rhino speed-loaders 6 x frag grenades 4 x smoke grenades Mag lite with red filter 3 x spare flashlight batteries Other info Bryan doesn't have any particular religious faith, since the loss of his father and many of his friends in combat. He is technically still engaged, as he and his fiance were due to be married before the war picked up pace and he was deployed, but they became estranged while he was stationed overseas, and he has no sure feelings about her currently - something that troubles him. He has a fondness for animals, and they seem to like him, and he is very sensitive to looking after them and seeing them hurt.
52,016	1,406	20	309	452	Ghost lowered his rifle as he made a decision, He knew they weren't NWA, he knew one of them had the detonators for those nukes, and his mission was to make sure the NWA didn't get them at all cost. So he slid down from his perch in his tree, slung his rifle across his back and moved out keeping low he moved around the group first. Using the jungle for as cover until he was out of the line of sight of the Pilot with the M1 in the back before he made his approach. Slowly he crept closer keep to shadows and bushes as he could hear them speaking now, the wounded man was talking, about the submarine as he stayed low. Speaking about how they had to take care of it, and at this time he agreed so he moved out of his hiding spot and walked forward, his hand ready to pull out his pistol as he started to speak. "He's right, Stealing those detonators is only a speed bump for them" he stated walking into the clearing from behind the woman. "SSBNs never pull into ports other there there home port, the fact that they are here means they either had to do an emergency resupply or something really important is broken, probably sabotage to convince the captain to pull in. Either way, the nukes themselves are more important then the detonators, we should assume they are planing on going Underway ASAP and that our window is small." He stated looking around at the group with those cold blue steal eyes of his.	Name: Damian "Ghost Reaper" Philips Age: 28 Gender:male Nationality:American Branch of Service: USN: SEALS Personality: Damian is a quite, calm, and collected person. It's as if he has a switch and can simply turn off his emotions as he acts as an efficient manner to accomplish any task. To people not used to him they tend to get nervous around him, for the simple fact that he rarely speaks. Most finding such silence unnerving. Despite this he is rather social, often enjoying the company of people and listening to them, and after awhile they kind of get used to his quietness Personal History: Even as a child he was always so quite never screaming or yelling or getting overly excited. Because of this most of the other kids didn't really want to talk to him or be around him find him weird. All accept one, Jason. Damian and Jason became fast friends, Jason being loud, boisterous, and a little obnoxious and always having "the plan" so to speak. Damian on the other hand simply fallowed his friend, mostly keeping him out of trouble, and in some cases keeping him alive. The pair worked well together and were nearly inseparable through out there early child hood and into their teenage years. That is when things started to get really dangerous. Living in Detroit wasn't exactly safe. The city was in a decline, falling a part as more and more industry and major companies were leaving. The Motor city was slowly dieng. Because of this crime started to become more common and frequent. Gangs popping up all over the place as the city became more violent. And Damian and Jason got sucked up into it all. Fighting, robberies, car jacking, They did it all. Living life on the edge, though like most things Damian was more along for the ride then anything, and as always keeping Jason out of trouble. Though the pair became quite proficient at it, even earning a small name for themselves in their neighborhood. Though being known in a dieing place wasn't much to brag about. This was mostly all they did, Damian even had to carry Jason through high school so they could graduate. Both of them were motivated to get out of the decaying city. Though that was something harder then they thought. While Damian was a straight A student Jason wasn't quite so lucky, and when it came time for college Jason didn't get accepted anywhere, while Damian got excepted to several, including Yale and Harvard As if he would be able to afford to go to them though. So in another one of Jayson's plans he decided to enlist in the military. Damian of course ditched college and enlisted as well, and both of them signed up for the Navy SEAL program, and with some strings pulled both were excepted. Once in things started to really change. Damian shined in boot camp, Jayson still makes jokes that is the most he has ever heard Damian speak. But none the less he excelled but boot camp was only the beginning as soon the pair would have to deal with the treacherous Buds. This is where the real challenge started, the rigorous training, the lack of sleep it was like nothing they had ever experienced as once again Damian really started to shine though, excelling in the program. Jayson on the other hand started lagging behind, unable to keep up. Damian tried to carry his friend through it but in the end it wasn't enough as Jayson washed out. Damian considered washing out himself, but instead decided to keep going and complete the training. For the first time in as long as he could remember He and Jayson were separated. Damian went on to Graduate buds and soon was a SEAL. Over the years operating in many different combat zones and areas through out the world Damian started to rise through the ranks, quickly making Petty officer on her first go, and even second class. His natural quietness even earned him the nick name of Ghost. He was even selected to attend the USMC Scout Sniper school. He was excited, as special forces from around the world try to get into that school as when it came to sniping, there was no better place teach you. Like most of his military career he did well in the sniper school. Earning the designation of Scout Sniper. It wasn't long after that that his Team started calling him The Ghost Reaper, cause now that he was a scout sniper not only did he move like a ghost but he was the incarnation of death itself. This was all mostly his team messing with him though, but the name stuck and his official call sign became "The Ghost Reaper" Though most people just called him Ghost. As the war raged on Ghost body count climbed at an exponential rate, he was quickly becoming one of the worlds top snipers, even being some what known through out the circles of black ops of other nations. Towards the end of the war Ghost and his team were operating out of Guam, striking out all over the middle east and russia, but after every one was cut off it was chaos. Ghost and his team were cut off, stranded in enemy territory. Escape was the only mission now. All things considering Ghost and his team were doing fairly well. They were even close to securing transport back to america. during a meeting they set up with the contacts they had made with the Russian mafia, they made sure to take great precaution. But it wasn't enough. The meeting was an ambush, His team tried to fight back, but in the end ghost watched all five of his squad mates get gunned down through his scope. Though they were scattered about and taking different vantages the enemy was ready for them. Ghost him self simply got lucky, in that the enemy wasn't expecting a sniper of his skill as he was further away from then they thought to set up, and by the time they realized this he was long gone. He did however make his way south, and was able to secure transport out of china. Particular Skills or Talents: Advanced Krav Maga hand to hand combat, Expert marksmen, Basic medical training(he makes you more comfortable as you die), due to previous life can hot wire almost any car or truck, Advanced Diving(Aggressive driving encase of pursuit, meant for your more conventional vehicles. No shit SEALs get trained in this ) Car Mechanic(it's his hobby) Also speaks Russian(fluent) , Cantonese(good), mandarin(alright), and Korean(he can get by) as these were the areas he operated most out of. Weaponry: - Chey Tac Intervention M-200 w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular - .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor - SOG SEAL Team Elite - SOG SEAL Pup Elite (Kept his right boot) Personal Equipment: - Tactical backpack - The Ground Panoramic Night Vision Goggle 18 (GPNVG-18) -Half face mask -water canteen -Wet stone(Stone used to shapren knives) - He's black ops yo(just above that top right pocket does have a tag saying Ghost Reaper - Leica Vector Rangefinder ABC system(Currently non operational, though fixable to someone with the right skills) -x4 .375 7round Cartridges -x3 .408 7round Cartridges -x5 .45 M1911 Cartridges -x4 smoke grenades -x2 flash bangs -x2 red signal flares -x2 green signal flares -personal engraved Flask. Has the SEAL trident with Ghost Reaper written under it(Filled with whiskey) -picture of him and Jayson graduating boot camp -dog Tags, one around his neck another on his boot and five more(one from each of his former squad) linked together he keeps on him (Dog tags have blood type, Religion but instead of names they have their call Signs Other info: Damian has served in the worst parts of the war, and has seen more blood shed and horrors then your average soldier. Though through training he can cope, he does have a tendency to drink a lot, though he never really gets drunk, every now and again he takes a drink from his flask but won't let him self get drunk. But when put into a situation where he is "safe" he will likely drink heavily and binge. His eyes are a pale blue color, and seem to also look through everything, burrowing through you(something that tends to put people on edge and make them feel uncomfortable)
52,017	1,406	21	1,915	713	Easy now. The man who was formerly on the ground stood up. Kwan followed him with his carbine but he let down his guard somewhat at the man's words. "Let's not do anything rash, ey? There's enough NWA running around trying to kill all of us, let alone us start shooting each other. I'm Bryan Winterman, Canadian Forces; Military Police. And this is Alika. We've only just met too. I'm glad to hear you're not with the NWA." Kwan nodded and made a gesture towards Aoi to hold his fire and come over. When he looked back at the man, he was looking him over. After looking at his face and clothing, he looked back at his face and gave a dark smile. "Of course, you don't exactly look like the type, if you don't mind me saying." Kwan snickered before responding. "Yeah, I wasn't ever that big on swastikas and red armbands." As Aoi bounded over with his rifle, Kwan took the liberty of introducing themselves. "The name's Kwan Sang Iseul and this half-pint's Aoi Kurotsugi. He's with the JASDF and I'm independent." Aoi clucked his tongue in apparent distaste at the declaration of his allegiance. "Was with the JASDF. I don't want to even be mentioned in the same sentence as those sell-outs. Nice to meet you, by the way." Kwan sighed at this. "Nice drone, lady. Almost killed us, and then probably you two, what with all the NWA in the area. Tsk." The South Korean merc visibly cringed at the attitude given by the pilot. He looked at the other woman and rolled his eyes and then shrugged in order to keep relations amicable. "Sorry about that.... but yeah buddy, you don't exactly look the part, but I guess since you didn't shoot us on sight, that's enough proof to me you ain't NWA. K7, disable guardian mode, return to standby status... There, he's put his gun down, now you guys do the same." The woman who had been introduced as Alika spoke up after this. Kwan nodded and shouldered his rifle. Alika then put her own weapon on the ground and stepped away from it. Kwan got the message and smiled. "Listen people, I think its safe to say we all need to get the hell off this island, but I think my new Canadian pal here has some serious information for us as he just told me." "It doesn't exactly involve us two, but you've piqued my interest. Go ahead." Kwan watched the Canadian as he began to speak about the information. Kwan nodded as he explained the points and Aoi seemed noticeably discomforted at the mention of nukes. How very Japanese. Kwan remarked silently. As he finished, he gave his own opinion on the subject. "Definitely sounds like a problem, but there's not much I can do about it, unless my flying friend here has someway of sinking the sub, which I doubt." He nonetheless looked towards the pilot expectantly, but he was only met with a sour look. "Yeah, guess not. Well, if you plan on heading towards the docks, we're headed the same way, so maybe we could... ah... tag along...?" He struggled to find the right expression at the end, despite being a fluent English speaker. Suddenly, Kwan was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a stranger, entering the clearing from behind Alika. He instantly raised his rifle and was about to demand who he was when he began to state his thoughts about the whole situation. He finished with cold confidence and looked at the group. In the mean time, Aoi had brought out his Minebea P9 pistol, the M1A slung across his back. This time, Aoi decided to speak. "That's great, but would you mind not popping in without warning? It's called being polite." Kwan sighed once again at the attitude and picked up the conversation in a much more mature manner. "Shut it, half-pint. That aside though, who the hell are you?"	Name: Kwan Sang Iseul AKA Anton Kyungovich Lee Age: 46 Gender: Male Nationality: South Korean (with his false Soviet identity, he is of North Korean descent and Soviet Russian nationality) Branch of Service: -Republic of Korea Air Force (1986-87) -United States Air Force (1987-89) (exchange soldier) -Soviet Army (1989-1993) -French Foreign Legion (1993-2008) -Mercenary (2008-present) Appearance: Photo taken in 1989, shortly after Kwan was captured by the Soviets. Kwan is on the far right. The man in the center was his co-pilot and the man to the far left was their wingman. Neither survived imprisonment, except for Kwan. Personality: Kwan is a mature, thoughtful man, preferring to think before acting. His long times alone surviving in Afghanistan have made him a quiet man, despite his skill with languages. He can be quite friendly, however, with those close to him, especially his brothers in arms. Despite his age, he is well-liked among his clients and potential clients for his mercenary work for his versatile, flexible and adaptable nature, easily and calmly adjusting in any situation in order to get the job done. Personal History: Kwan was born on the 17th of July, 1968 in Daegu, South Korea to a middle-class couple who both worked for a journalism company. As a child, he had a quiet life, spending most of his time as many of his friends did, though he did spend a considerable amount of time learning English with a close friend of his parents, who was an American immigrant to South Korea. After he graduated high school with above average marks, he decided to join the Republic of Korea Air Force in 1986. He passed through training with ease and he was well-liked by not only his fellows but also his superiors. Due to his English skill and his excellent flying ability, he was recommended for a soldier exchange program with the USAF in 1984 which he eagerly accepted. Upon arrival, it was evident to his new American comrades that he was a great asset and they set themselves to work on attempting to find a good use for him. This 'good use' came in late 1987 in the form of a top secret mission in Afghanistan. He would fly missions against the Soviets in unmarked aircraft in order to finally expel the Soviets from Afghanistan. He arrived in the country in December, 1987 and he began to fly these missions in January of the next year. These went exceedingly well, until March when he was shot down by a Mujahideen forces who had confused his aircraft for a Soviet one. Kwan barely survived the crash, and had to evade not only Soviet forces, but also Mujahideen forces for months in the harsh environment of Afghanistan before being captured by a Soviet patrol. It seemed like the end for Kwan, but he was saved when he managed to befriend an old Soviet officer who had learned Korean during the Korean War. By recommendation of the Soviet, a man named Andrei Ivanovich Verov, he adopted a new identity (a Soviet Russian of North Korean origins) and successfully defected to the Soviet Union. After that, he stopped flying for a long period of time, instead traveling with the officer throughout the Communist Bloc and its allies, visiting places such as East Germany, Africa and even Cuba. Upon the death of his friend, in 1993, Kwan decided to end his voyages and attempted to settle in the West. However, he was met with difficulty in doing so due to an incessant itch to return to the battlefield and Kwan joined the French Foreign Legion in the same year. He stayed with the legion for fifteen years before leaving after a "dispute" (in his own words) and trying mercenary work in the war-torn world. This eventually brought him to the Pacific when he was given the mission of chasing down a JASDF defector... Particular Skills or Talents: -Kwan has experience in flying the F-5 Freedom Fighter, the F-86 Sabre and the F-15 Eagle due to his training with the ROKAF and the USAF. He also once flew a Mi-8 during a joy-ride with his close friend and savior, Andrei Ivanovich Verov. -During the months following his being shot-down in Afghanistan, he picked up through experience numerous survival and special-forces-esque skills. -Despite his age, Kwan is very versatile when it comes to missions and will do whatever it takes to get the job done (coughcoughsoclichécoughcough) -Kwan has something of a skill with languages, fluently speaking English, Korean, Russian, German, Spanish, French and is able to read Arabic. Weaponry: -AKS-74U 5.45x39mm carbine, no attachments or modifications. -Custom M1911 .45 pistol, with a threaded barrel for a suppressor. Given as part of a payment for a job. -M1A Loaded 7.62 NATO rifle, with an high-power scope. -Glock FM 81 survival knife Personal Equipment: -Fatigues in French Centre Europe camouflage. -Nokia 3310 cellphone -Shemagh scarf in an olive drab color -Pen and notepad -Water purifying tablets -Extra magazines for his weapons -Pack of cigarettes Other info: -He usually spends his free time either reading or checking on his weaponry. Kwan is also a rather frequent photographer, sometimes even taking photos while on mission. -He considers himself to be of Christian faith, but he doesn't pray or otherwise practice religious activities very often, for various reasons.
52,018	1,406	22	2,187	1,356	Bryan nodded in greeting to Aoi and Kwan as the pair introduced themselves, and nodded in agreement to the ideas of sinking the submarine. He was about to continue further, when another individual detached themselves from the undergrowth and proceded to put forward their own opinions on the idea of taking on the submarine. From his accent, he was american, and his implication was that they should take on the sub, and the NWA. "As my new friend says," Bryan added, after Kwan spoke up, "who are you? Though you do have a point regarding the sub. If we are going to try and do anything, it either has to be now, or we'll have to find out where they're going, or what they're planning to do. From what I gathered on the docks, the NWA have taken over the sub, and at least the XO is involved. This place doesn't seem to be a big base for them - there's not much here anyway - so they must be moving on to somewhere else. Which, incidentally, doesn't sound like a bad plan to me, either. And that means getting to the docks, or across to Bougainville island to the south at least.I think there's an airfield there, as well as another harbour".	Name: Bryan Winterman Age: 30 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian Branch of Service: Canadian Forces Military Police Appearance: Personality: Pretty easy-going and friendly for the most part, with a good sense of humour and outlook on life. He's a positive sort, with a strong moral fiber. He tries to protect those weaker than him, and hates to see people 'throwing their weight around', which is in part why he joined the military and particularly the MPs. Equally so, he is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in with force, and to use that force in the 'most effective manner', even if it's not necessarily the prettiest or most pleasant one - and he believes that bad things should happen to bad people, and that sometimes, a good man must do bad things for the world to be a better place. Personal History: Bryan's father was a Police Officer in Calgary. He had a good reputation, as did his family, and he loved his job. He was very good at it, and raised his family - including Bryan and his sister - to be good people. When Bryan was a teenager, he argued a lot with his father, but still respected him. However, during one night after they'd had an argument, Bryan's dad was called to respond to an incidence of a robbery at a private residence. The criminals were heavily armed, and Bryan's Dad and his partner reached the incident first. Responding with their personal weapons, they set up a perimeter, and the criminals attempted to run, using the family at the property as cover. Bryan's Dad attempted to open fire with his shotgun, but the gun jammed with a shell partially-caught in the chamber, and he was shot. Bryan found ways to blame himself, due to their argument, and never forgave the harsh words he exchanged with his father being his last. However, his Dad's partner and his mother assured him he knew how he really felt, and he decided to follow his path into duty and law enforcement, and joined the Canadian Forces after meeting a recruiter at school. He found life in the military good, despite missing his family from time to time, and he did well as an MP, and was commended for exposing various activities within the base he was assigned to. Later, as the war began and went on, he was stationed overseas as part of a security detachment for Canadian Forces deployed to South-East Asia, and was involved in direct combat, often in escorting convoys, tracking down insurgents and other enemies within civilian populations, and securing bases against attack and criminal activities. As the war wound down, he was forced to abandon his post in the face of an overwhelming assault, and fled to the nearest harbour, bargaining passage aboard a civilian vessel bound from the Philippines toward the mid-pacific. Particular Skills or Talents: Excellent observational skills and 'people skills', extremely good at investigation and observation of people. Skilled driver of most road-going vehicles, and some experience with small watercraft. Proficient with most small-arms and some heavy weaponry. Weaponry: H&K MP5 9mm Sub-machine gun w/integrated flashlight and mounted red-dot sight. Sig-Sauer P226 9mm handgun with mounted flashlight Backup Chiappa Rhino .357 snub-nosed revolver Extrema Ratio Ontos Knife Personal Equipment: Bryan managed to acquire a sizeable sports equipment bag from one of the cities he 'passed through' on his way out of the Philipines. He stuffed the majority of his gear into this to try and remain under some kind of cover and not to draw too much attention to himself. The contents are: Canadian CADPAT BDU's CG634 Helmet with NVG mount and CADPAT cover Modular Assault vest with magazine pouches, utility pouches and hydration backpack, and front/rear ballistic plates Radio headset and radio Dust/smoke goggles Sunglasses (rated as shooting glasses) Black and white pattern shemagh Personal first-aid kit, tourniquet, bandages etc. PVS-14 NVGs Gerber multi-tool 30ft paracord 3 days of IWPs (Canadian equivalent of MRE's Sleeping bag 8 x MP5 magazines 4 x P226 magazines 2 x Rhino speed-loaders 6 x frag grenades 4 x smoke grenades Mag lite with red filter 3 x spare flashlight batteries Other info Bryan doesn't have any particular religious faith, since the loss of his father and many of his friends in combat. He is technically still engaged, as he and his fiance were due to be married before the war picked up pace and he was deployed, but they became estranged while he was stationed overseas, and he has no sure feelings about her currently - something that troubles him. He has a fondness for animals, and they seem to like him, and he is very sensitive to looking after them and seeing them hurt.
52,019	1,406	23	309	452	Was met with much the response he was expecting. Looking at the group he took note that all of them were of different nationalities and organizations. For now his purpose aligned with theirs, though that didn't mean he would trust them. "I'm Ghost" he said as even his name tag simply said Ghost Reaper, "And you can put your weapons down, you would be dead if that was my intention" he added with a self sureness that comes with years of training and combat experience and not being cocky. He himself moved his hand away from his pistol in a sign of good faith before turning to Bryan "Your right, this base is very limited on supplies, but once they are underway it could be months, before they show back up." he said as hearing about the XO wasn't really something that bothered him, the man was a dick and more then once while on that boat he wanted to punch him. With that being said he crossed his arms in front of his chest, he figured he might as well stay with them, safety in numbers and all that as with out there help there was little he could do besides start fighting a guerrilla war, but unlike the jungles of africa he has run into less amounts of wild life for food then he would like, so it would be a hard thing to accomplish.	Name: Damian "Ghost Reaper" Philips Age: 28 Gender:male Nationality:American Branch of Service: USN: SEALS Personality: Damian is a quite, calm, and collected person. It's as if he has a switch and can simply turn off his emotions as he acts as an efficient manner to accomplish any task. To people not used to him they tend to get nervous around him, for the simple fact that he rarely speaks. Most finding such silence unnerving. Despite this he is rather social, often enjoying the company of people and listening to them, and after awhile they kind of get used to his quietness Personal History: Even as a child he was always so quite never screaming or yelling or getting overly excited. Because of this most of the other kids didn't really want to talk to him or be around him find him weird. All accept one, Jason. Damian and Jason became fast friends, Jason being loud, boisterous, and a little obnoxious and always having "the plan" so to speak. Damian on the other hand simply fallowed his friend, mostly keeping him out of trouble, and in some cases keeping him alive. The pair worked well together and were nearly inseparable through out there early child hood and into their teenage years. That is when things started to get really dangerous. Living in Detroit wasn't exactly safe. The city was in a decline, falling a part as more and more industry and major companies were leaving. The Motor city was slowly dieng. Because of this crime started to become more common and frequent. Gangs popping up all over the place as the city became more violent. And Damian and Jason got sucked up into it all. Fighting, robberies, car jacking, They did it all. Living life on the edge, though like most things Damian was more along for the ride then anything, and as always keeping Jason out of trouble. Though the pair became quite proficient at it, even earning a small name for themselves in their neighborhood. Though being known in a dieing place wasn't much to brag about. This was mostly all they did, Damian even had to carry Jason through high school so they could graduate. Both of them were motivated to get out of the decaying city. Though that was something harder then they thought. While Damian was a straight A student Jason wasn't quite so lucky, and when it came time for college Jason didn't get accepted anywhere, while Damian got excepted to several, including Yale and Harvard As if he would be able to afford to go to them though. So in another one of Jayson's plans he decided to enlist in the military. Damian of course ditched college and enlisted as well, and both of them signed up for the Navy SEAL program, and with some strings pulled both were excepted. Once in things started to really change. Damian shined in boot camp, Jayson still makes jokes that is the most he has ever heard Damian speak. But none the less he excelled but boot camp was only the beginning as soon the pair would have to deal with the treacherous Buds. This is where the real challenge started, the rigorous training, the lack of sleep it was like nothing they had ever experienced as once again Damian really started to shine though, excelling in the program. Jayson on the other hand started lagging behind, unable to keep up. Damian tried to carry his friend through it but in the end it wasn't enough as Jayson washed out. Damian considered washing out himself, but instead decided to keep going and complete the training. For the first time in as long as he could remember He and Jayson were separated. Damian went on to Graduate buds and soon was a SEAL. Over the years operating in many different combat zones and areas through out the world Damian started to rise through the ranks, quickly making Petty officer on her first go, and even second class. His natural quietness even earned him the nick name of Ghost. He was even selected to attend the USMC Scout Sniper school. He was excited, as special forces from around the world try to get into that school as when it came to sniping, there was no better place teach you. Like most of his military career he did well in the sniper school. Earning the designation of Scout Sniper. It wasn't long after that that his Team started calling him The Ghost Reaper, cause now that he was a scout sniper not only did he move like a ghost but he was the incarnation of death itself. This was all mostly his team messing with him though, but the name stuck and his official call sign became "The Ghost Reaper" Though most people just called him Ghost. As the war raged on Ghost body count climbed at an exponential rate, he was quickly becoming one of the worlds top snipers, even being some what known through out the circles of black ops of other nations. Towards the end of the war Ghost and his team were operating out of Guam, striking out all over the middle east and russia, but after every one was cut off it was chaos. Ghost and his team were cut off, stranded in enemy territory. Escape was the only mission now. All things considering Ghost and his team were doing fairly well. They were even close to securing transport back to america. during a meeting they set up with the contacts they had made with the Russian mafia, they made sure to take great precaution. But it wasn't enough. The meeting was an ambush, His team tried to fight back, but in the end ghost watched all five of his squad mates get gunned down through his scope. Though they were scattered about and taking different vantages the enemy was ready for them. Ghost him self simply got lucky, in that the enemy wasn't expecting a sniper of his skill as he was further away from then they thought to set up, and by the time they realized this he was long gone. He did however make his way south, and was able to secure transport out of china. Particular Skills or Talents: Advanced Krav Maga hand to hand combat, Expert marksmen, Basic medical training(he makes you more comfortable as you die), due to previous life can hot wire almost any car or truck, Advanced Diving(Aggressive driving encase of pursuit, meant for your more conventional vehicles. No shit SEALs get trained in this ) Car Mechanic(it's his hobby) Also speaks Russian(fluent) , Cantonese(good), mandarin(alright), and Korean(he can get by) as these were the areas he operated most out of. Weaponry: - Chey Tac Intervention M-200 w/ 6.8mm Muzzle break and flash hider suppression adapter and suppressor (must be removed to fire .408 rounds). Us optics SN-9 10-42x80 with AN/PVS-14 GEN III night vision Pinnacle monocular - .45 M1911 /w flash and sound suppressor - SOG SEAL Team Elite - SOG SEAL Pup Elite (Kept his right boot) Personal Equipment: - Tactical backpack - The Ground Panoramic Night Vision Goggle 18 (GPNVG-18) -Half face mask -water canteen -Wet stone(Stone used to shapren knives) - He's black ops yo(just above that top right pocket does have a tag saying Ghost Reaper - Leica Vector Rangefinder ABC system(Currently non operational, though fixable to someone with the right skills) -x4 .375 7round Cartridges -x3 .408 7round Cartridges -x5 .45 M1911 Cartridges -x4 smoke grenades -x2 flash bangs -x2 red signal flares -x2 green signal flares -personal engraved Flask. Has the SEAL trident with Ghost Reaper written under it(Filled with whiskey) -picture of him and Jayson graduating boot camp -dog Tags, one around his neck another on his boot and five more(one from each of his former squad) linked together he keeps on him (Dog tags have blood type, Religion but instead of names they have their call Signs Other info: Damian has served in the worst parts of the war, and has seen more blood shed and horrors then your average soldier. Though through training he can cope, he does have a tendency to drink a lot, though he never really gets drunk, every now and again he takes a drink from his flask but won't let him self get drunk. But when put into a situation where he is "safe" he will likely drink heavily and binge. His eyes are a pale blue color, and seem to also look through everything, burrowing through you(something that tends to put people on edge and make them feel uncomfortable)
52,020	1,407	0	287	17	Operation: PATIENT JUSTICE Gunnery Sergeant Tomas Garcia lied prone under the cover of a large tree, eyes glued to a pair of binoculars. His target for the day was an isolated hunting lodge in the middle of nowhere that, according to naval intelligence, was being used by Insurrectionists to hide the alleged mastermind of an infamous bombing in 2511. Whether or not the bomber was actually in the lodge, Delta-Seven had yet to determine. By Garcia's own count, there were a total of six insurgents on security outside the lodge. One, a young kid who could barely keep his assault rifle up, patrolled the outer perimeter of the site with a vigilance. Three more were locked in conversation and stood guard outside the front. The fifth member of the security detail, who Garcia thought was old enough to be his father, was half asleep on watch by the back door. Finally, an especially tough looking man was scanning the treeline as he walked along the edge of the roof. Armed with the infamous .308 caliber "confetti maker" LMG, he was the only one that Tomas perceived as a serious threat. What Garcia didn't know at the time was what to expect inside. All the windows had been covered up by wooden planks, and they didn't have enough time to properly surveil the location and get a better idea of what they were dealing with, so for all he knew there were twice as many guards inside armed to the teeth and just as tough as the last guy. He just hoped that this time his people could handle whatever it was. Calling in airstrikes felt like such a chore to him. "Shitbird," he radioed Sergeant Desmond, Delta-Seven's sniper, "Take the motherfucker with the big gun on top first. Once he's down, Nurse Ramirez, Gerald and I are going to set up a base of fire. The rest of you idiots, move up and get in position to breach the cabin. And try not to die. I have enough paper work as it is." Operation Mission Roster Tomas "Red" Garcia, Gunnery Sergeant Cyan McFarley, Sergeant Desmond "Hawkeye" Knight, Sergeant Edwin Ramirez, Lance Corporal Oliver "Deadman" O'Hennessy, Lance Corporal Marcus Gerald, Lance Corporal	Name, Rank: Tomas Garcia, Gunnery Sergeant Psychological Assessment: Gunnery Sergeant Tomas Garcia displays symptoms most commonly associated with post-traumatic stress disorder such as, but not limited to, bouts of rage and anxiety. His methods in the field are, based on mission reports submitted by former squadmembers of Garcia, often questionable. He has also shown a constant disregard for authority and little to no respect towards the newest members of his team. But based on his extensive service record and given the lack of battle-tested team leaders available to the ODSTs at this time, it is in my opinion that Garcia be cleared for active duty. Medical Record and Evaluation: Well-built, red-skinned Martian standing at 5'3" feet. Narrow black eyes, high military regulation haircut. Numerous scars, the most distinct of which extend from his brows down to his chin and from his right cheek, over his nose and to his left cheek. His younger years now behind him, Garcia isn't exactly in his prime anymore. However, he is not yet at the stage where he is struggling to keep up with the standards set by the ODSTs. Career Service Vitae: Tomas Garcia was born August 25, 2480 in the city of New Manila on Mars. He was the son of a shipyard worker and a road-train driver. Because of an early childhood incident however, Garcia was placed under foster care before he really got to know them. Garcia enlisted on August 25, 2498 when fighting between the Insurrectionists and UNSC had begun to escalate. He took part in the second major surge of combat troops in the Outer Colonies and was assigned to an assortment of rifle companies that saw light action fighting in brushfire wars that sprung up on the fringes of human space. But it wasn't until 2513, at the start of Operation: TREBUCHET, that really he began to distinguish himself in combat. He volunteered and became part of the ODSTs in 2514. Since then, Garcia has survived countless combat drops and operations, earning himself a reputation as one of the few seasoned veterans still alive after a solid decade of service with the ODSTs.
52,021	1,407	1	580	1,924	Sergeant Cyan Mcfarley was sat close to the target building, underneath and behind a large bush, with leaves, grass and dirt piled onto her. This, combined with the fact that her matte-black armour blended with the shadow of the bush, made her quite camouflaged, and unable to be seen. She was close enough to the front to hear the conversation of the three on guard there if she had her audio boosted. From what she could tell, they were just grumbling about being outside. One of them complained that if they were gonna stand outside any longer, they were going to miss the game of grifball. After a few more minutes of listening to them murmur and grumble, the Cyan heard the squad-leader speak over the squad-net, and clicked on her on radio to speak back. "Lead, Cyan. Ready to move in. If you signed paperwork for the Innies, I'm pretty sure your paper-days would be a lot worse," she says, smiling to herself, before tugging her BR55 against her chest. She was ready to move in at the sound of the first shot. "I'm gonna go for the front door. O'Hennessy, with me." She orders. She didn't want to go barging into a trio of Innies by herself, advantage of surprise or not, and she supposed taking the pointman with her was a better idea.	Name, Rank: Cyan McFarley, Sergeant Psychological Assessment: It has been observed that Cyan is quite socialable, and tends to converse as much as she can with colleges, and with civilians, on and off duty. She appears to show interest in any new culture or languages that she discovers. Some of her friends have described this as a 'magical gift', however it has been discovered that it was simply because of her past. Cyan is described to be jokeful in-operation, however this is within normal operational standards and is not a problem. She has a light hate for insurrectionists, however facts indicate that her multi-lingual/multi-cultural mind finds reason with them. This does not, however, interfere with her career. Medical Record and Evaluation: (biographical information, medical history and physical condition) Caucasian woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, twenty six years old, and with a small scar just above her ankle. Born in Scotland on Earth. Developed asthma at a young age, but grew out of it quickly. It is now completely gone. Is known to weight lift and jog, and has a very high endurance. Career Service Vitae: (civilian background and military service record) Cyan was born in Scotland, on Earth, with family that moved a lot around Earth and even moved planets twice, once to Harvest, and then dropped back to Earth again. This required her to learn a variety of cultures and languages in order to be suited in her new location. Joined the marines at nineteen, after completing primary and secondary school. Cyan received field-analyst training, which was granted to her because of her multi-lingual state and her ability to learn new languages and cultures at a fast rate. Served several years, on the second of which she volunteered for the ODSTs, and the sixth of which she was promoted to her current rank, Sergeant. Currently in training for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a field-analyst and lingual-specialist.
52,022	1,407	2	2,338	426	O'Hennessy was on the opposite side of the building to Sgt. Mcfarley, keeping his M45 Tactical shotgun close and chambered. It felt strange hiding in the brush like a psycho instead of a nice safe SWAT van waiting to be deployed in the mist of a shit-storm. Killing Insurrectionists in the big bad UNSC, like some nightmarish boggyman. He watched as the kid with the automatic weapon passed his position, playing around with the he safety. O'Hennessey felt honestly bad for the kid, a child taken from his home to fight for some bastard hiding in relative sanctuary. The guy they were after was a top-tier scumbag. He didn't mind killing bombers, 'cause he set him own fate. "Reading you loud and clear ma'am," O'Hennessy replied. "Can we honestly keep from killing the kid? I don't need that kinda universal karma bullshit on my back for the rest of my life."	Name, Rank: Oliver O'Hennessy, Lance Corporal Psychological Assessment:By all regulatory standards of human mental health, Lance Corporal O'Hennessy is cleared for all military operations. He is astoundingly average compared to most volunteers and just seems like a regular person. Charismatic, friendly, and cooperative in most situations. Has shown some signs of simpathy for the Insurrection movement and is a known apologist, but is not at risk of going AWOL or becoming a turncoat. Medical Record and Evaluation: Caucasian male with brown hair, hazel eyes. Twenty-nine years old with some minor scarring on his chest and stomach. Born in the outer colony of Second Base with no irregularities and to geneticly clean parents. O Negative. Some small arm and leg bone breaks as a child, but nothing that hasn't long healed by now. Several bullet wounds and stab wounds from incidents during his service as a Special Weapons and Tactica officer in Second Base's largest city. All healed, but has reported minor pain while trying to sleep. Currently at his estimated physical peak. Known to casually weightlift and go on early jogs. None of his recorded injuries seem to effect physical operation or pain resistance. Career Service Vitae: Born and raised on Second Base, where he received a primary and secondary school education. Joined the local police academy at eighteen and became a Special Weapons and Tactics officer. Active officer during several riots and violent protests. Shown on his record that he would sometimes continue suppressing violent activity with several gun shot wounds. Nicknamed "Deadman" by superiors and comrades alike for his "extreme work ethic." Currently in training to become an Orbital Shock Drop Trooper for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a point man for said operations due to prior training. Claims that he, "knows a M45 Tactical like the back of his hand."
52,023	1,407	3	1,400	17	Oh yeah, call the guy with the big rifle a shitbird, Desmond said as he got into position. That was the best part about being a sniper. You didn't have to be right down in the middle of the fighting. He believed this was the best way to fight, take them before they take you. That doesn't mean that he doesn't get to know the person he kills. A Sniper's job is never easy, hunting targets, not even getting to interact with them. Desmond always gets to know his target by thier actions, and movements. Desmond finally got into position, laying down he placed his SRS99 Anti Material Rifle next to him. Desmond proceeded to load his magazine, and insert it into the weapon system. He always did that, Desmond never preloaded his magazines. The reasoning behind that is that Desmond beleives that sniping is a personal matter, he wants the target to know that that built was meant for them. Desmond slid over to his rifle, peered into the scope, and lined up his target. His target was mid to late thirties, full mustache and goatee combo. About six foot tall, all bad ass. Desmond knew all that he needed to know. He lined up the shot, took a deep breath, and with the slightest amount of pressure to the trigger. The first shot had been fired, and the fight was beginning.	Name, Rank: Lance Corporal Marcus Gerald Psychological Assessment: Marcus Gerald is a questionable candidate for the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. While silent and complient, when presented with the oppertunity to be honest, we've found him to lack trust with many individuals, and even show signs of depression. However, in some twisted sense, his low self esteem and hardship on himself has made Marcus very capable of going through punishing situations and justifying them as "A betterment to himself." With that, we've also noted he can handle a high amount of stress with the full capability of pushing onwards. Potential to become a good soldier is no doubt high, however these drawbacks are of serious concern. His lack of confidence may endanger others or become insufficient in carrying out duties, medication is to be perscribed if needed. Medical Record and Evaluation: Marcus seems to have been born within the territory of the Outer Colonies, sharing a likeness to most whom grow up on the agricultural farm worlds. He has a notable accent, and stands at a approximate 6'3ft tall. His skin shares that of African lineage, as with having brown eyes and dark black hair. He is rather large and muscle bound as well. There have been no notable sicknesses that are uncommon, nor any wounds that should be noted. Career Service Vitae: Worked on his fathers farm throughout his life prior to enlistment in the military. Seems to have common education, having gone through school with passing grades and focusing on art within college. During the age of twenty, there was a spike in travelling as he was noted to be within many varying towns, possibly searching for a job. Marcus enlisted into the UNSC armed forces at the age of 23, three years after the spike of activity in travelling. It is advised that he is to be carrying heavy weaponry as he has managed heavy equipment in the past, and due to his strength.
52,024	1,407	4	287	17	Having thrown his binoculars aside for a suppressed variant of the M7, he had a gut feeling that the more spineless members of his team would spare the young insurgent. But he had seen too many of his buddies killed by kids to feel any kind of sympathy for him. So the moment that Desmond fired his shot, he dropped the kid with a short, controlled burst to the head. Then, he unloaded the rest of his magazine on the men standing post at the front door, tearing them to shreds with the team medic and heavy weapons specialist. "Move in now!" Garcia shouted over the radio to O'Hennessy and Mcfarely while signaling to Ramirez that it was time to displace and move in through the rear. Marcus and Desmond, he decided, could stay behind in the event any hostiles that they were not previously aware arrived on the scene. Jumping to his feet while slamming a fresh mag into his weapon, Garcia swung wide left as he approached the back entry point. In all the commotion however, he had lost sight of the lookout by the door. It wasn't until the old man leaned out of cover from the other side of the cabin and placed two rounds in his thigh that the team leader spotted him again. Garcia hit the deck hard and had to resist the urge to cry out in pain as the bullets cut through his flesh and became lodged inside him, instead forcing himself to block it out and using his SMG to return fire.	Name, Rank: Tomas Garcia, Gunnery Sergeant Psychological Assessment: Gunnery Sergeant Tomas Garcia displays symptoms most commonly associated with post-traumatic stress disorder such as, but not limited to, bouts of rage and anxiety. His methods in the field are, based on mission reports submitted by former squadmembers of Garcia, often questionable. He has also shown a constant disregard for authority and little to no respect towards the newest members of his team. But based on his extensive service record and given the lack of battle-tested team leaders available to the ODSTs at this time, it is in my opinion that Garcia be cleared for active duty. Medical Record and Evaluation: Well-built, red-skinned Martian standing at 5'3" feet. Narrow black eyes, high military regulation haircut. Numerous scars, the most distinct of which extend from his brows down to his chin and from his right cheek, over his nose and to his left cheek. His younger years now behind him, Garcia isn't exactly in his prime anymore. However, he is not yet at the stage where he is struggling to keep up with the standards set by the ODSTs. Career Service Vitae: Tomas Garcia was born August 25, 2480 in the city of New Manila on Mars. He was the son of a shipyard worker and a road-train driver. Because of an early childhood incident however, Garcia was placed under foster care before he really got to know them. Garcia enlisted on August 25, 2498 when fighting between the Insurrectionists and UNSC had begun to escalate. He took part in the second major surge of combat troops in the Outer Colonies and was assigned to an assortment of rifle companies that saw light action fighting in brushfire wars that sprung up on the fringes of human space. But it wasn't until 2513, at the start of Operation: TREBUCHET, that really he began to distinguish himself in combat. He volunteered and became part of the ODSTs in 2514. Since then, Garcia has survived countless combat drops and operations, earning himself a reputation as one of the few seasoned veterans still alive after a solid decade of service with the ODSTs.
52,025	1,407	5	157	3,054	Apollo rolled his eyes, he'd been concealed behind the building he'd gone radio silent and been trying to get a read on how many idiots were inside and whether or not the target was. By the time he'd gotten his radio back on and heard the chatter the sniper let a round fly, he heard the kid squeal. He rolled out from behind the tree, the old guy was his target. Apollo was quick but the side he'd pick required some finesse throwing his assault rifle up he drew his bow and jumped grabbing the ledge he flipped over it. Now many a person would laugh at soldier carrying a bow into combat, what they forget is that arrows are just as lethal as bullet and quieter. He turned the corner just in time to see Garcia take a chest full of lead from the old guy, Apollo had the string back in seconds the first arrow went threw the guys neck the second into his and the final pinned his arm to the wall before he could pump the shotgun. He walked over and offered Garcia a hand up the old man gurgled and gasped the shotgun laying between them. Apollo picked it up smiling. "Sorry I'm late to the party, I was trying to get angle on them so we could do this quiet like." He looked at Garcia. "I'm thinking breaching charges, its a bomber so the door is probably rigged." He told him, Apollo was an Ex-Spook after all he'd probably done this kinda job a dozen times before.	Name, Rank: Sergeant Apollo Asker Psychological Assessment: A calm and easy going man, deflected questions on mental health with humor and wit rather than direct answers. Apollo shares stories of his home readily and yet never speaks of himself, it is believed he deeply depressed and hides this with humor and good natured banter. Has shown disregard for his survival in the field three times, saving dozens. His suicidal tendencies often stem form his belief that other's lives are more important than his own, much of this evaluation was done though interviews with former squad-mates as Apollo refuses to open up much himself. Medical Record and Evaluation: Apollo stands at five foot, nine inches and is about average as far as build. Yet if he had not joined the military his grace and speed would have made him an excellent Olympian. His hair is brownish red yet he is lightly tanned, he's got no scars on his face yet plenty along his back and torso. Apollo is fast and good at moving though tough environments, having once managed to beat a mongoose in lap around the Corvette he was stationed on by moving though the maintenance tunnels. Shortly after becoming ODST he was transferred to ONI, we have few documents on him during that time. Apollo seems to be in very good psychical condition, his training is a mixed bag hand to hand, mechanics, piloting, and archery. (ONI sent the data on his training, what the hell was he doing for them?) His marksman ship is impressive and his unusual skills and back ground make him a rather different soldier, he would make a good pointman, scout, or what have you. Career Service Vitae: Apollo was born on Harvest to a farm girl and former UNSC Captain, joining the military after college he enlisted as grunt rather than a officer. Though we speculate it was because Apollo and his father... Disagreed on a great many things. He proved himself capable and ended up in ODST's sister corps for awhile, Air Assault. While it does take balls to jump feet first into combat, it takes more than that to make Air Assault. Jumping from Pelicans these soldiers have only a jet pack and whatever they magnetically strap to themselves flying head long to the enemy. After three tours with the Air Assault companies ONI had him moved into the ODST's and transferred to Reach after that his entire service record is blank ink. What we could get removed and from non-official sources tell us that he with a task force that hit and raided several key Insurrectionist stations and base's with massive casualties and lots of civilian death. His skill is not in question only his commitment to the cause, ONI may have broken the man, time will tell.
52,026	1,407	6	580	1,924	Cyan waited, her heart pumping rapidly, adrenaline pumping through her as she waited for the first shot. The shot that would decide when she was to move, to decide when she was to kill. And there it was. The explosion of a bullet leaving a barrel, the sight of a man falling. That was the signal, and she didn't need Garcia to order her to move in. She already knew to do that. She was a veteran at this stage. "Move in!" Cyan radioed to O'Hennessy, before going guns-up and picking a shot at one of the innies guarding the door as the others engaged the rest. She heard the kid go down, and guessed that O'Hennessy may be a bit distressed at that, however she As she ran for the front door, many thoughts raced through her head. How many contacts would be inside? Would they be armed? Suddenly, a flicker of motion caught her vision. One of the innies that were downed at the door raised his gun, apparently just playing dead. Almost instantly, she tapped him with a single 9.5x40mm M634 Experimental High-Powered Semi-Armor-Piercing round, and he fell dead. Cyan then moved to the side of the entrance, signalling to O'Hennessy to breach.	Name, Rank: Cyan McFarley, Sergeant Psychological Assessment: It has been observed that Cyan is quite socialable, and tends to converse as much as she can with colleges, and with civilians, on and off duty. She appears to show interest in any new culture or languages that she discovers. Some of her friends have described this as a 'magical gift', however it has been discovered that it was simply because of her past. Cyan is described to be jokeful in-operation, however this is within normal operational standards and is not a problem. She has a light hate for insurrectionists, however facts indicate that her multi-lingual/multi-cultural mind finds reason with them. This does not, however, interfere with her career. Medical Record and Evaluation: (biographical information, medical history and physical condition) Caucasian woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, twenty six years old, and with a small scar just above her ankle. Born in Scotland on Earth. Developed asthma at a young age, but grew out of it quickly. It is now completely gone. Is known to weight lift and jog, and has a very high endurance. Career Service Vitae: (civilian background and military service record) Cyan was born in Scotland, on Earth, with family that moved a lot around Earth and even moved planets twice, once to Harvest, and then dropped back to Earth again. This required her to learn a variety of cultures and languages in order to be suited in her new location. Joined the marines at nineteen, after completing primary and secondary school. Cyan received field-analyst training, which was granted to her because of her multi-lingual state and her ability to learn new languages and cultures at a fast rate. Served several years, on the second of which she volunteered for the ODSTs, and the sixth of which she was promoted to her current rank, Sergeant. Currently in training for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a field-analyst and lingual-specialist.
52,027	1,407	7	2,338	426	Ramirez was aiming his rifle at the old man who shot gunny before the arrow hit his throat, startled at first, he looked around before noticing Apollo. He nodded to him before turning to the gunny and beginning to work on his leg, the bullets luckily went through his leg entirely so there was no need to dig anything out before the application of biofoam was made,but the wound was substantial just by looking at it Ramirez was surprised gunny didn't start screaming as soon as the rounds made contact. "Gunny, you're going to be fine, but this is going to sting like a bitch." Ramirez said to Garcia before removing the bits of cloth that covered his thigh and applying Biofoam, after he applied the Biofoam he began to bandage the area just to add a little pressure to the leg so Garcia can move on his own regardless of the numbness he's going to feel in a second or two. "Gunny, This shit wears off after a while, you should be fine until we get back to base,but you're gunna need to hit up the medbay just to make sure you can keep the leg." Ramirez says with a grin on his face before standing up and reloading his ma5,then extending a hand to help Garcia stand up.	Name, Rank: Oliver O'Hennessy, Lance Corporal Psychological Assessment:By all regulatory standards of human mental health, Lance Corporal O'Hennessy is cleared for all military operations. He is astoundingly average compared to most volunteers and just seems like a regular person. Charismatic, friendly, and cooperative in most situations. Has shown some signs of simpathy for the Insurrection movement and is a known apologist, but is not at risk of going AWOL or becoming a turncoat. Medical Record and Evaluation: Caucasian male with brown hair, hazel eyes. Twenty-nine years old with some minor scarring on his chest and stomach. Born in the outer colony of Second Base with no irregularities and to geneticly clean parents. O Negative. Some small arm and leg bone breaks as a child, but nothing that hasn't long healed by now. Several bullet wounds and stab wounds from incidents during his service as a Special Weapons and Tactica officer in Second Base's largest city. All healed, but has reported minor pain while trying to sleep. Currently at his estimated physical peak. Known to casually weightlift and go on early jogs. None of his recorded injuries seem to effect physical operation or pain resistance. Career Service Vitae: Born and raised on Second Base, where he received a primary and secondary school education. Joined the local police academy at eighteen and became a Special Weapons and Tactics officer. Active officer during several riots and violent protests. Shown on his record that he would sometimes continue suppressing violent activity with several gun shot wounds. Nicknamed "Deadman" by superiors and comrades alike for his "extreme work ethic." Currently in training to become an Orbital Shock Drop Trooper for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a point man for said operations due to prior training. Claims that he, "knows a M45 Tactical like the back of his hand."
52,028	1,407	8	287	17	Garcia ignored O'Henessy and stared in disbelief at the seventh member of their team. He opened his mouth to say something to Apollo, but found himself speechless. "Just fucking get it done already." He eventually grunted to the ODST and helped himself up. Once on his feet, he began to limp towards Marcus and shouted, "If I can't be there to scare the living shit out of the bad guys, it's up to your big black ass to do the job for me! Leave your rocket launcher behind and go help the others." Meanwhile, close to a half dozen charred bodies lied either burnt or bleeding out in the first room that had been breached. Beyond them was a spiral staircase that descended below the surface level, in addition to several other closed doors. At the same time, Delta-Seven was cutting it close. The entire region was considered hostile territory, heavily occupied by a wide assortment of terrorist groups. If they couldn't find their target soon, they were at a serious risk of fighting an overwhelming amount of reinforcements. To emphasis this, Garcia said over the team's communication channel "We needed this guy yesterday troopers. If you're not out of there with him in five, I'm having the zoomies level this fucking place with or without you in it."	Name, Rank: Tomas Garcia, Gunnery Sergeant Psychological Assessment: Gunnery Sergeant Tomas Garcia displays symptoms most commonly associated with post-traumatic stress disorder such as, but not limited to, bouts of rage and anxiety. His methods in the field are, based on mission reports submitted by former squadmembers of Garcia, often questionable. He has also shown a constant disregard for authority and little to no respect towards the newest members of his team. But based on his extensive service record and given the lack of battle-tested team leaders available to the ODSTs at this time, it is in my opinion that Garcia be cleared for active duty. Medical Record and Evaluation: Well-built, red-skinned Martian standing at 5'3" feet. Narrow black eyes, high military regulation haircut. Numerous scars, the most distinct of which extend from his brows down to his chin and from his right cheek, over his nose and to his left cheek. His younger years now behind him, Garcia isn't exactly in his prime anymore. However, he is not yet at the stage where he is struggling to keep up with the standards set by the ODSTs. Career Service Vitae: Tomas Garcia was born August 25, 2480 in the city of New Manila on Mars. He was the son of a shipyard worker and a road-train driver. Because of an early childhood incident however, Garcia was placed under foster care before he really got to know them. Garcia enlisted on August 25, 2498 when fighting between the Insurrectionists and UNSC had begun to escalate. He took part in the second major surge of combat troops in the Outer Colonies and was assigned to an assortment of rifle companies that saw light action fighting in brushfire wars that sprung up on the fringes of human space. But it wasn't until 2513, at the start of Operation: TREBUCHET, that really he began to distinguish himself in combat. He volunteered and became part of the ODSTs in 2514. Since then, Garcia has survived countless combat drops and operations, earning himself a reputation as one of the few seasoned veterans still alive after a solid decade of service with the ODSTs.
52,029	1,407	9	157	3,054	Apollo nodded taking the shotgun he'd just picked up he sprinted around to where they had just breached. "I'm heading down, back me up." He told them as he walked down the steps keeping his eyes open he scanned the bottom of the steps. It was dark, air felt thick, might have bomb making materiel's down here so guns could send the whole the place up. As his helmet lights waved back and forth along the room he could see it maps of targets, half finished bombs, unstable chemicals. He heard movement along the far wall, advancing on it he drew his bow plucking an arrow from his quiver he waited. "Step out in to the light slowly." He ordered. A child stepped, about ten or twelve he was wearing a backpack, a cord running out of the back. Apollo tensed for just a moment then suddenly he a sharp pan ran though his back, he gasped his bow fell from his hand. He turned kicked back behind him sending the attacker stumbling back, it was the bomber. The kid bolted up the stairs as bomber rushed at Apollo, he shoved the bomber drew an arrow from his quiver stabbing into the mans right shoulder he screamed. Apollo kicked him in the teeth to shut him up as clicked his comms on. "Kid running upstairs, he's wired with a bomb. I don't know if it's on a timer or remote. I've got my hands full with the target, also I could use a medic I've got knife jammed in my back." He grunted and picked up his bow placing it on his back. He grinned and grabbed the asshole bomber by the collar crouching down. "Hey buddy." He took off his helmet smiling at the bomber. "Your going to tell me all about the bomb that kids carrying." The bomber looked away and Apollo grabbed the arrow and twisted. "Eyes on me sunshine." He said cheerful voice. The bomber spat in Apollo's face, the Ex-spook just chuckled and pulled a pair of pliers from pack. "Every time I don't get an answer I'm going to rip a tooth out and make you swallow it. So, how disarm the bomb the kids carrying?" The bomber squirmed trying to get away from the ODST. "It's set to explode in five minutes, well three minutes ago it was." The bomber gulped as Apollo put the pliers away. Apollo stood up and smiled. "See we can all be friends, if your lying I'm going to saw your nuts off with an arrow." He clicked the comms on. "Kids got about a minute thirty before the timer expires and he goes up in smoke, grab him and ditch the pack." He told them then turned back ripping the arrow of the bombers shoulder he started up the stairs. "I'm coming up, bombers still alive. Were taking him in."	Name, Rank: Sergeant Apollo Asker Psychological Assessment: A calm and easy going man, deflected questions on mental health with humor and wit rather than direct answers. Apollo shares stories of his home readily and yet never speaks of himself, it is believed he deeply depressed and hides this with humor and good natured banter. Has shown disregard for his survival in the field three times, saving dozens. His suicidal tendencies often stem form his belief that other's lives are more important than his own, much of this evaluation was done though interviews with former squad-mates as Apollo refuses to open up much himself. Medical Record and Evaluation: Apollo stands at five foot, nine inches and is about average as far as build. Yet if he had not joined the military his grace and speed would have made him an excellent Olympian. His hair is brownish red yet he is lightly tanned, he's got no scars on his face yet plenty along his back and torso. Apollo is fast and good at moving though tough environments, having once managed to beat a mongoose in lap around the Corvette he was stationed on by moving though the maintenance tunnels. Shortly after becoming ODST he was transferred to ONI, we have few documents on him during that time. Apollo seems to be in very good psychical condition, his training is a mixed bag hand to hand, mechanics, piloting, and archery. (ONI sent the data on his training, what the hell was he doing for them?) His marksman ship is impressive and his unusual skills and back ground make him a rather different soldier, he would make a good pointman, scout, or what have you. Career Service Vitae: Apollo was born on Harvest to a farm girl and former UNSC Captain, joining the military after college he enlisted as grunt rather than a officer. Though we speculate it was because Apollo and his father... Disagreed on a great many things. He proved himself capable and ended up in ODST's sister corps for awhile, Air Assault. While it does take balls to jump feet first into combat, it takes more than that to make Air Assault. Jumping from Pelicans these soldiers have only a jet pack and whatever they magnetically strap to themselves flying head long to the enemy. After three tours with the Air Assault companies ONI had him moved into the ODST's and transferred to Reach after that his entire service record is blank ink. What we could get removed and from non-official sources tell us that he with a task force that hit and raided several key Insurrectionist stations and base's with massive casualties and lots of civilian death. His skill is not in question only his commitment to the cause, ONI may have broken the man, time will tell.
52,030	1,407	10	580	1,924	Cyan stepped into the room once the last shot had been fired, picking off the last few targets with triple coughs of the BR. She continued sweeping the room as Apollo entered and moved downstairs. "Room clear," She announced, her eyes looking to Apollo for a moment before breaking off, her face tinted a little red inside of her helmet. She was momentarily glad she had it polarized. Cyan was just away to start on the other rooms, starting to walk to a nearby door with her gun raised, when the sound of footsteps came rushing up the stairs, quite quickly. The ODST turned abruptly, gun raised, just in time to see a kid arrived. She saw the backpack, with the cord running out, and was away to call out a bomb when she heard Apollo saying to grab him and ditch the pack. The kid saw her and ran as fast as he could for the door. Cyan immediately threw her rifle to the side and pushed off as hard as she could, lunging at the kid. She got him at the ankles, which was enough for her to pull back on, flipping him onto his stomach. "Come here!" She says, speaking the same language as the insurrectionists at the door had been, earlier. She tilts her head to the side to dodge a kick to the face, though it probably would have not done much anyways. O'Hennessy, you were annoyed at shooting the kid outside, but what about a kid blowing up? She thinks to herself, as she strips the backpack off of the kid. Cyan quickly sprinted to the door, throwing the pack outside, before running back to the kid whom was already trying to scramble away. She grabbed his hands, and pulled them open to see if he had any hidden weapons or detonators. "Kid, do you have any bombs or weapons on you? Tell me, and your life will be a lot better for you, I swear." She says, once again in his language. He shakes his head, but Cyan searches him anyways, gently patting him over. She feels a round shape, and quickly withdraws a standard issue frag grenade. She places it on a special pouch on her armour, for her to look at later; It would be interesting to see where he had gotten it from. She withdrew a zip tie, and bound the kid's wrists. "Got the kid. Bound him up and got rid of the-" There was an explosion. "Yeah." Cyan switched from English back to the kid's language. "I'm going to ask you some questions, and you are going to answer them..."	Name, Rank: Cyan McFarley, Sergeant Psychological Assessment: It has been observed that Cyan is quite socialable, and tends to converse as much as she can with colleges, and with civilians, on and off duty. She appears to show interest in any new culture or languages that she discovers. Some of her friends have described this as a 'magical gift', however it has been discovered that it was simply because of her past. Cyan is described to be jokeful in-operation, however this is within normal operational standards and is not a problem. She has a light hate for insurrectionists, however facts indicate that her multi-lingual/multi-cultural mind finds reason with them. This does not, however, interfere with her career. Medical Record and Evaluation: (biographical information, medical history and physical condition) Caucasian woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, twenty six years old, and with a small scar just above her ankle. Born in Scotland on Earth. Developed asthma at a young age, but grew out of it quickly. It is now completely gone. Is known to weight lift and jog, and has a very high endurance. Career Service Vitae: (civilian background and military service record) Cyan was born in Scotland, on Earth, with family that moved a lot around Earth and even moved planets twice, once to Harvest, and then dropped back to Earth again. This required her to learn a variety of cultures and languages in order to be suited in her new location. Joined the marines at nineteen, after completing primary and secondary school. Cyan received field-analyst training, which was granted to her because of her multi-lingual state and her ability to learn new languages and cultures at a fast rate. Served several years, on the second of which she volunteered for the ODSTs, and the sixth of which she was promoted to her current rank, Sergeant. Currently in training for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a field-analyst and lingual-specialist.
52,031	1,408	0	2,442	135	Chuck eyes had been closed, for over four hundred years he had watched the world destory itself. He frowned deeply feeling maybe life was not meant to happen. But he fully opened his eyes at the sound of a voice calling out. it was Lucifer and so that god himself appeared within the dark cage where the powerful archangel sat, his neck collared and torn shirt. "My son" chuck said softly as Lucifer looked up with sad and angry eyes as he leaned his head back. "Forgive a fool father, it took me so many errors and deaths to understand the way I eas going about was never the right way" he whispered in a sad and cold tone as chuck crouched close to the fallen archangel and smiled gently. He looked at Lucifer seeing the begging of a chance to make things right and the all mighty god looked at the archangel. This was the choice of a lifetime, he closed his eyesd and started to shatter the cage and the shackles of the archangel breaking the seals and everything. He touched his defeated son's shoulder and with a loud roaring boom they were gone and destroyed cage shattered and was gone in a blanket of light and shadows themselves. He appeared in the mortal world a place where the air was cool and crisp. Chuck appeared in the old hotel of Gabriel and Castiel as well as a young hunter Jackson Winchester and called out "Gabriel, Castiel, Jackson in the room now" he said sharply as he set the beaten and bloody defeated weakened archangel down on a chair. Gabriel came from a room as he looked at chuck confused "dad what are-" he froze seeing Lucifer. God how the fallen archangel brought back so much terrible memories yet such fond ones as well. Gabriel looked defensive slightly his invisible wings bristled slightly at the ready to defend his friends ans race he grew close to. Jackson yawned and came in. "hey, whats going on?" He asked as Gabriel growled at him to stay away from the beaten looking archangel. Jackson looked confused and looked at chuck. "Hello chuck, Who is that?" jhe finally asked as Lucifer opened his eyes and coughed sharply doubling over as Chuck caught him and placed him back on the couch "rest Lucifer," he said as he turned to the two angels and human hunter. "..........This war is to stop and to do so Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel and hunter and many more will embark on an adventure to destory the last of the wars, Lead the angels and humans against the seeds of evil. I have had enough and Lucifer has had enough of the bloodshed. For now he is extremely weak due to beingripped from the cage" he explained with a soft voice which made Gabriel uncertain. "But....But what he has done so long ago-" he was cut off by Chuck who sharply spoke "IS the PAST, if you can't get over the past Gabriel you should hang up your wings! He will help make things right. I trust him in the hands of you three. Keep him safe the demons wiull be searching for him" said the male before he vanished as Gabriel looked at Lucifer who just breathed heavily. "Want.....water?" he asked as Lucifer lufted his head and for the first time he saw a human like feature to his eyes "Yes please gabriel" he breathed gently.	Name : Jackson Winchester Age : 23 Kin {if related to any cannon character} : Sam Winchester great great great grandfather Personality : A very smart boy much like his great great great grandfather Sam winchester was. But his up brining was rough and hewas often out cast from school and lived on the road often with his rather abusive mother. He finally at the age of fourteen ran away from home. He lived on the streest and alone till Castiel found him and learned under Castiel on how to hunt demons. He often looks up the the angel as a father figure he never had and does deeply care for him. But he is also able to hold grudges against the past meaning Lucifer is in for a shit storm of anger. History : His mother was abusive, his father was never there at the age of fourteen he ran away and was found by castiel who took him and made a hunter out of him. He reminds cas a lot of his great great great grandfather Sam Picture :
52,032	1,408	1	2,144	1,944	When called directly by God, Castiel wasn't one to keep him waiting -- he owed so much to Him; everyone did. Still, that devotion didn't extend to the once fallen angel following God's words blindly. And it certainly offered no comfort when he stood before God and a seemingly pardoned Lucifer. Castiel noticed that Gabriel looked distinctly ruffled by their long-since-banished brother's unexpected presence. He frowned and furrowed his brow, not entirely sure what to make of the situation unfolding before him. Shock wasn't quite the right word for the moment, but surprise wasn't quite adequate either. Suspicion and anger felt far more appropriate. (A feeling that almost any of the angels in Heaven would have likely have shared had they been there to witness this bizarre turn of events.) Lucifer had been the enemy for a long time. There weren't many left who were old enough to remember the Archangel's betrayal of God personally, so many of their brother's had been lost in the last handfuls of centuries, but Castiel was definitely one of them. God, or "Chuck" as he'd become known as, (long after the passing of Dean and Sam, where the whole schtick had started) abruptly disappeared after his brief announcement, leaving the angels and one human to stare dumbly at each other for a few moments of silence, but it was broken by Gabriel. "Want... water?" Castiel narrowed his blue eyes in their direction, still not mentally on board with the edict his Father had just issued -- it left far too many questions hanging in the balance. Why bring Lucifer back now? How could all be forgiven so easily when the Archangel had been locked away for so long? For the first time in many, MANY years, Castiel felt somewhat sick to his stomach. (And he didn't even know if that was actually possible, considering.) "Jackson," Castiel finally said, his gruff voice directed toward the one human in the room, a definite edge to his tone. "Meet Lucifer." Any hunter would know the name, of course, even regular people knew the name and stories that were attached to it. Whether they actually believed in 'the Devil' being real or not was another matter. Lucifer had been safely hidden away and kept out of trouble since the time of Sam and Dean Winchester, who had long-since become the source of legends themselves. Castiel's posture was stiff and his fingers had curled into loose fists at the sides of his perennially trench-coated attire -- he almost looked as though he was readying himself for an attack. He was unsure of Lucifer, to say the least, and wouldn't rule a sudden move of treachery out. It was always best to be prepared. Especially with Jackson present.	Name : Castiel Age : Billions of years old Race : Seraph (Angel) Rank : Seraphim (One step down from being an Archangel) Personality : Strong, determined and, at times, ignorant and impulsive. Much like other angels, Castiel lacks a certain amount of ability to empathize, but after coming to know the Winchester brothers many centuries ago, he has learned to be kinder and has formed a certain soft spot for humanity in general. Unlike some of his brethren, Castiel still has faith in God, but not to a zealot-like extent. He often admits that he doesn't always understand what God wants and he may question His reasoning, but Castiel alway tries to follow his Father to the best of his abilities. This, along with his fondness for humans, has often led other angels to label him as being weak or naive, but also somewhat peculiar. For a long time Castiel was treated as an outcast in Heaven, but in the centuries that have passed, amends have (mostly) been made. Still, despite largely keeping to Heaven these days, Castiel manages to keep an eye on the Winchester's descendants, feeling a certain sense of obligation to their family due to the friendship he had with Sam and Dean. History : Cas has been around a long time and has experienced quite a bit, from Lucifer's betrayal in Heaven, up through modern times.
52,033	1,408	2	1,595	3,172	Lorelei had been a peaceful day for the Queen of Hell--though perhaps not a day others would consider peaceful. Everything was in place in hell, with each area continuing to torture souls to the finest degree. Her system was a unique one, designed to pit her immediate underlings against each other, and leave them too busy fighting each other to unite to unseat her. Of course, that didn't mean that Lorelei didn't have the final say in the running of hell. "What is it, Birdboot?" Lorelei asked, noticing as a demon rushed into the throne room, interrupting her from her thoughts. She had been making plans for a slight shift in the way punishment operated in hell, an experiment of sorts. Her last bit of meddling, which resulted now in a circle of hell modeled after the DMV, had been a fun treat to operate with. But it was much more fun when she didn't have to push the souls towards damnation, and when they found their way their themselves. "Your highness, that's not my..." "Spit it out. You're wasting my time," she warned. "R-right, it's the cage," the flustered demon stammered. "It's...it's gone." Lorelei frowned a bit, stepping off of her throne, as she approached the demon. With one hand on a stolen angel blade, she cocked her head at him, a bit of insanity glimmering in her eyes. "And why am I only hearing this now, Birdboot?" The demon gulped, sputtering off excuses, and Lorelei sighed, dropping him to the ground. "You really don't give our species a good reputation, do you now?" Pinching her nose, she considered just killing the messenger, but that type of slaughter wasn't her style. "Lock him in with one of the hard cases," Lorelei ordered, regarding the demonic sentries in the room. "Give them a hair dryer and...say, twelve hours? Make sure it's filmed. I love it when they get creative." The demon in front of her looked like he was about to wet himself, and the Queen of Hell rolled her eyes, shoving past him and out of the palace doors. She headed out towards the cage, and when she arrived, it didn't look too good. "Fuck me," Lorelei groaned. She didn't fancy the prospect of having to deal with another apocalypse.	Name: Lorelei; Formerly Lydia Clarissa Black Age: 519 Race: Demon; Formerly Human Rank: Queen of Hell Personality: Like most demons, Lorelei believes in only one power: herself. Her greed and self-interest are always accounted for in her decisions, as she isn't one to be selfless. If Lorelei makes a deal, there's always some sort of benefit to her. This isn't always immediately clear, as she's a plotter and a schemer at heart. She'd much rather manipulate others than get her hands dirty, of course. However, Lorelei also has one trait that sets her apart from most demons: she's perhaps a bit insane. A remnant of her human life, Lorelei's plans and ideas can legitimately terrorize some of the demons in hell. It helps her to keep them in line. Over time, they've become more accustomed to her methods, but that doesn't mean that Lorelei isn't feared among demons. Sometimes, she just wants to watch the world burn. History: Lorelei was born as Lydia Clarissa Black in the early twentieth century. Her father was a member of the Secret Service, with the family living in Washington D.C. during the 1920's. She had a young brother, Samuel, who was always jealous of her. Their parents gave Lydia all of the attention, leaving Samuel a miserable life as an afterthought. Lydia was fortunate enough to be able to attend college, pursuing a career in physics in a male dominated field. It was the Roaring Twenties, and it wasn't as unusual for a women to attend college as it had been before. She attended a university close to home, and while there, she fell in love. It would have been fine, had one of Samuel's friends, attending the school as well, hadn't seen Lydia and her girlfriend together. Samuel found out about it and threatened Lydia with telling their parents the next time he saw her. To make a long story short, she murdered her brother to protect herself. Rather than sentence her to death, she was placed in a psychiatric institute, where they routinely used electroshock, lobotomies, and insulin therapy to cure her "madness." The treatments killed her before the ten year anniversary of Samuel's death. No one collected her body and she was buried in the pauper's field. Needless to say, Lydia landed herself in hell. Gaining the name Lorelei, she made a reputation for herself as an excellent torturer, using the practices she had been subjected to in the asylum as a starting point. She trained under the Yellow Eyed Demon himself. And during the first attempt at an apocalypse, Lorelei wasn't an idiot. She kept her cards close to her chest, remaining under a mask of anonymity as to avoid Lucifer or Crowley's attention. She then worked under Crowley after that fiasco ended, always knowing how the tides were changing, and making the appropriate switches in loyalty. By the time Crowley was dead and gone, Lorelei had risen to relative prominence in hell, but not enough yet to rule. It was about one hundred years ago that she overthrew the last King of Hell, taking the throne for herself. Picture:
52,034	1,408	3	539	3,625	The huntress wasn't sure how long she had been driving, but it was long enough for her to feel like she was suffocating on the inside of her car. She desperately needed to stop and stretch her legs, but with grey storm clouds gathering in the distance, it hardly seemed to be a good idea. This would be proven true only a matter of seconds later when a lightning strike snapped across the evening sky and a torrential downpour immediately followed behind it. Absolutely wonderful. As a child, Catori absolutely loved to sit around and watch thunderstorms, but as an adult, she had grown to become skeptical of them. While most storms were ordinary, she had come to learn that some had a supernatural presence attached to them. This sentiment was also true to many other parts of life that would be seen as "normal", but regardless if angels, wendigos, skinwalkers, kitsunes, or even God Himself was behind the storm, Catori drove on. At the very least, the storm was keeping her entertained in such a bland, vast, and empty setting. Much to her luck (or perhaps misfortune), the young woman would not be driving for long as she pulled into the parking lot of an ancient hotel that seemed to desperately need a renovation and was, much to her surprise, open and accepting guests. Switching off the car engine and reaching for her bag that rested on the passenger seat, Catori reached for the door and was ready to make a mad dash inside the hotel. Although it looked rickety, the hotel would hopefully do for the night and was much more ideal than sleeping in her car.	Name: Catori Lomoma Nickname(s): None. Age: 25 Kin: N/A Personality: Although Catori appears to be an extremely serious and hardworking individual, she can be quite fun-loving and laid-back when the situation calls for it. . which is hardly ever or at least not recently which is a result of entering the supernatural world with the role of becoming a huntress. Motivated, compassionate, and focused on her tasks, Catori considers herself to be quite talented at what she does - it should be noted that she has yet to see just how cruel the supernatural world can truly be, however. Competitive and honest to a fault, Catori can sometimes put "her foot in her mouth" and may be accidentally flirtatious during others. Despite her flaws, Catori, at the very least, can take pride in knowing that she has saved a number of lives due to her skills and knowledge involving the supernatural. Biography: Born to a family directly connected to the Hopi Native American tribe, Catori spent her early childhood years on the Hopi Reservation in northeastern Arizona until her family moved out to California. It would be in California that Catori would spend her late childhood and teenage years with hopes of attending UCLA upon graduation. This wish would quickly become hindered by. . . unusual circumstances. Instead of being barred from her college because of grades or money, Catori would quickly find herself picking up her family's legacy after becoming a huntress following her late grandmother's death. Evidently, Catori's grandmother and father belonged to a rather lengthy line of skilled hunters that her grandmother upheld until the final moments of her mysterious death. In order to solve the circumstances behind her grandmother's bizarre death and protect her parents, little brother, and guinea pig, Catori would set off for the world of the supernatural instead of college.
52,035	1,408	4	574	83	Cora was driving back to the motel after grabbing some burgers {Because castierl was a Burger eating machiene with no stop button} and that Joriel wanted to see the town so she had taken the small angel to the town to get them some food and bring it back for the group. She came back parking the car and unstrapped joriel to the seat belt and let her jump put. She was wondering why there was such a nasty storm brewing and frowned slightly as she had a gun in her hand in case anything unpleasent should be waiting for them. She opeend the door gun raised and just saw Castiel, Gabriel and Jackson standing there and looked confused "hey guys whats up with the storm?" she asked as she placed down the two things of burgers, a bag of candy and some other food for the rest of the group. She then saw what they where staring at and it was a man that was on the couch and frowned. She knew almost insantly and gun raised sharply at the man. "Lucifer" she snapped sharply eyes narrowed. Joriel sensed a great weakness in the great archangel and frowned and ran between the gun and the archangel "No No Cora stop he's no threat he is too weak to pose a threat" she said jumping to sheild Lucifer slightly as she whined slightly. Cora snarled at the young angel and scolwed at castiel "control your appearance Castiel" she grumbled annoyed before lowering the gun but was unpleased. "Need to talk to someone" she said annoyed as she turned and walked outside and away from the motel to the forest doing a small summon that would allow the queen of hell to appear but not leave the circle or have powers as Cora was here for answers not for a fight and nor did she trust the girl enough to let her out and spoke sharply. "Do tell me something demon the hell is the devil doing out of hell?" she asked annoyed she didn't trust Lucifer and she was also unaware of what he was doing at earth in the first place. "Is there not a cage that holds the man?" she demanded angrily she wanted answers and quickly she didn't need Castiel or gabriel catching on she spoke to the queen of hell. Joriel looked at Lucifer and at Castiel and then at gabriel and Jackson. She dared get closer to the weakened archangel and looked at him "he doesn't seem so bad he looks more human than an archangel" she giggled gently as she probably knew Castiel would demand she gets away from the dangerous creature, but she found nothing wrong with him and found him rather funny looking. She giggled and stood a goot from the fallen archangel.	WIP Hunter Profile Outline Name : Cora Winchester Age : 26 Kin {if related to any cannon character} : Dean winchester great great grand daughter Personality : The hard brick by brick kind of lady. Do not underestimate her because she will do what it takes to get people to see her point of view. She is hard ass and bad ass as she has has a lot of sucess in hunting. She is often looking out for jackson and see's him as family and castiel and gabriel as well. She had heard stories of Lucifer and no doubt have something to say to the Bastard when she see's him History : Cora had a normal upbringing till some vampires attacked her home. Unable to watch friends get killedshe attacked the vampires back killing them. She found jackson was on the move and tried to find him for years but the little shit was laways a step ahead of her. Only when she finally caught up tp him she learned about castiel being an actual angel and not some fairy tale and Gabriel as well. She's been with the group ever since Picture : Other Creature Outline Name : Joriel Age : Unknown she is younger then most angels though so lets say around ten hundred she a baby Race : Angel Rank in Your realm : Angel {Nothong speical} Personality : She is incrediablity sweet and kind hearted she loves learning and annoying the shit out of Castiel. She loves learning about humans and often wonders why humans do the things that they do. She is young but she is very smart and knows how to fight thanks to her time under castiels teachings. She often likes asking ton's of questions and annoying everyone but deep down....Even she knows....Humans where always better then any other race, History : A young angel created, she often found herself followign castiel around and eventually she wanted to learn to help Humans. She nagged the angel till he agreed to teach and and now has been hunting with him for the last hundred years. She is shockling young looking in her mortal form but that also makes her hard to find at times and likes scaring castiel but jumping from her hiding spots on onto his back. In her vessel she looks around tweleve years old. Picture :
52,036	1,408	5	2,144	1,944	Castiel grabbed Joriel by the back of her shirt as she went to pass by him, jerking the blond 'child' somewhat roughly to his side and away from Lucifer -- he wasn't going to waste time demanding anything from her, though he wasn't able to stop himself from giving his protégé a strongly agitated look. The younger angel clearly had no idea what she was dealing with, though she was right that Lucifer seemed more of a shadow of his former self than anything at the moment. Still, it was best not to underestimate the fallen archangel. He'd learned that from experience the hard way. Cora and the gun didn't go without notice, either. (Not that a regular gun would have done much to help the situation.) The smell of burgers wafted to Cas' nose and added to the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. This whole situation was unfolding badly, as if the day could somehow get any worse. It was like some kind of bad joke -- God, two archangels, two humans, and a Seraph walk into a hotel...	Name : Castiel Age : Billions of years old Race : Seraph (Angel) Rank : Seraphim (One step down from being an Archangel) Personality : Strong, determined and, at times, ignorant and impulsive. Much like other angels, Castiel lacks a certain amount of ability to empathize, but after coming to know the Winchester brothers many centuries ago, he has learned to be kinder and has formed a certain soft spot for humanity in general. Unlike some of his brethren, Castiel still has faith in God, but not to a zealot-like extent. He often admits that he doesn't always understand what God wants and he may question His reasoning, but Castiel alway tries to follow his Father to the best of his abilities. This, along with his fondness for humans, has often led other angels to label him as being weak or naive, but also somewhat peculiar. For a long time Castiel was treated as an outcast in Heaven, but in the centuries that have passed, amends have (mostly) been made. Still, despite largely keeping to Heaven these days, Castiel manages to keep an eye on the Winchester's descendants, feeling a certain sense of obligation to their family due to the friendship he had with Sam and Dean. History : Cas has been around a long time and has experienced quite a bit, from Lucifer's betrayal in Heaven, up through modern times.
52,037	1,408	6	1,595	3,172	Lorelei there was one experience Lorelei found to be nauseating, it was summoning. She was physically unable to do anything about it, and her head always felt a bit dazed, moving rapidly from one location to the next, all in the span of a second. The wonderfully gloom of hell was replaced with a wooded area, and she frowned slightly. Hunters. Bloody brilliant. As if her day couldn't get any more wearisome. Perhaps Crowley had had the right idea, dying and all. "Not even a bloody phone call first?" Lorelei snapped, rolling her eyes. "You hunters can be so goddamn demanding sometimes. Especially Winchesters." Cracking her neck--strictly speaking, it wasn't her neck, it was the neck of some personal trainer who went missing ages ago--she thought over Cora's questions. "Well, given that Lucifer isn't bloody in hell, I suppose there isn't a cage currently holding him," Lorelei said tersely, smirking a bit at the end. She might have been stressed and panicked about the situation, but she had a reputation for being a smart arse. "Even Dean would've understood that much." As to Cora's question, well...The Queen of Hell didn't know, and she hated not knowing. While some enjoyed the surprises of chaos, Lorelei preferred to have chaos on her own terms. She shrugged slightly at Cora, indicating that she didn't have much else to say on the topic. Glancing down at the circle, she rolled her eyes as well. "Huh, it's almost like you don't trust me. Pity."	Name: Lorelei; Formerly Lydia Clarissa Black Age: 519 Race: Demon; Formerly Human Rank: Queen of Hell Personality: Like most demons, Lorelei believes in only one power: herself. Her greed and self-interest are always accounted for in her decisions, as she isn't one to be selfless. If Lorelei makes a deal, there's always some sort of benefit to her. This isn't always immediately clear, as she's a plotter and a schemer at heart. She'd much rather manipulate others than get her hands dirty, of course. However, Lorelei also has one trait that sets her apart from most demons: she's perhaps a bit insane. A remnant of her human life, Lorelei's plans and ideas can legitimately terrorize some of the demons in hell. It helps her to keep them in line. Over time, they've become more accustomed to her methods, but that doesn't mean that Lorelei isn't feared among demons. Sometimes, she just wants to watch the world burn. History: Lorelei was born as Lydia Clarissa Black in the early twentieth century. Her father was a member of the Secret Service, with the family living in Washington D.C. during the 1920's. She had a young brother, Samuel, who was always jealous of her. Their parents gave Lydia all of the attention, leaving Samuel a miserable life as an afterthought. Lydia was fortunate enough to be able to attend college, pursuing a career in physics in a male dominated field. It was the Roaring Twenties, and it wasn't as unusual for a women to attend college as it had been before. She attended a university close to home, and while there, she fell in love. It would have been fine, had one of Samuel's friends, attending the school as well, hadn't seen Lydia and her girlfriend together. Samuel found out about it and threatened Lydia with telling their parents the next time he saw her. To make a long story short, she murdered her brother to protect herself. Rather than sentence her to death, she was placed in a psychiatric institute, where they routinely used electroshock, lobotomies, and insulin therapy to cure her "madness." The treatments killed her before the ten year anniversary of Samuel's death. No one collected her body and she was buried in the pauper's field. Needless to say, Lydia landed herself in hell. Gaining the name Lorelei, she made a reputation for herself as an excellent torturer, using the practices she had been subjected to in the asylum as a starting point. She trained under the Yellow Eyed Demon himself. And during the first attempt at an apocalypse, Lorelei wasn't an idiot. She kept her cards close to her chest, remaining under a mask of anonymity as to avoid Lucifer or Crowley's attention. She then worked under Crowley after that fiasco ended, always knowing how the tides were changing, and making the appropriate switches in loyalty. By the time Crowley was dead and gone, Lorelei had risen to relative prominence in hell, but not enough yet to rule. It was about one hundred years ago that she overthrew the last King of Hell, taking the throne for herself. Picture:
52,038	1,408	7	2,442	135	Lucifer's head was spinning, everything was a blur when he hears Gabriel walk over and place down a glass of water the fallen archangel sat up slowly and grunted at the pain that shot through him. He gulped down the water as if it was the blast thing he ever did as he looked at the people in the room. He stared at the angels with the strangest of looks, One that showed as trange.....some strange feeling he didn't even know what it was because he had never felt it before. Maybe it was regret or pain or something of both of them. He looked at Gabriel. "Your...alive?" he asked as Gabriel's eyes narrowed still in warning and just nodded to the fallen archangel uncertain about this. The angel looked at Castiel and Joriel "do not walk up to a fallen archangel and be nice....There is a reason we are a tense young lady" Gabriel spoke as he turned back to Lucifer seeing his eyes now were on Jackson and felt tense. hand ready to get the archangel blade and get between them. "So the great great great grandson of Samuel Winchester. I am surprised....well not really But I am surprised to see your .....alive none the less. Didn;t think Sammy boy would have gotten himself a-" he was wacked sharply across the face by Jackson as the hunter had stormed up to the fallen archangel. Lucifer head snapped to the side and winced slightly. "ouch what was that for?" he asked as Jackson's eyes narrowed "You...Did terrible things Lucifer to my family and to your own family and to the demonic families. You have spoiled angelic names for ages, your fall and bitter plan of death and destuction across all races. Whyu should we care what happens to you?" he spat sharply at the archangel. Now Lucifer usualy would have snapped a mortals neck in half for daring to speak to him in such a way but he looked at the angry eyes of jackson and blinked. "How right you are, I have done many things that are terrible for mankidn and the races i was told would become my family. The angels my family i have done terrible things. Tried to kill Gabriel.....Killed castiel a few times....tried to kill and torment the winchesters. Almost killed Crowley once. But.....tell me son of sam winchester. What would you do....if everything you knew hated you? would you let them scorn and scoft at your exitance or would you want pay back some for ofr justification on what you did?" he asked bitterly as jack eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't ever give up on my family! Thats what family does they never give up on each other. Gabriel never gave up on you and what did you do you stabbed him all because what? he stood between you and your goal ?" he barked back as Lucifer looked down and frowned gently. "I.." he said nothing though for some reason those words bore deep withing the archangels chest. he didn;t know why but it did, was it because he knew how much Gabriel had loved him and yet he let his anger blind him so easily. "if i could go back in time ...I would have undone so many things jackson I would have" he whispered gently his head low and seemed sad as jackson felt maybe he was a bit too harsh on the fallen archangel. "Look I know what you faced, the whole banishment from heavena dnfall from grace must have hurt right? Loose your wings and everything-" he was cut off by Lucifer standing up and speaking. "I NEVER LOST MY WINGS" he snapped a light emeited from him showing that his wings infact where intact and still real. Gabriel's eyes widen "You.....You never...Lost your wings?" he asked in shock. So many angels and rumors had gone for unbeleivable amount of time that lucifer upon his fall has lost his wings forever. Jackson stumbled away sharply behind Castiel as if Lucifer might attack him but the wounded archangel granted and the light vanished as he collapsed on the couch once more. Jackson heard a car park and raised an eyebrow and went to the door to see a girl standing there "um...hello how may we help you" asked the great descendent of Samuel Winchester,	Name : Jackson Winchester Age : 23 Kin {if related to any cannon character} : Sam Winchester great great great grandfather Personality : A very smart boy much like his great great great grandfather Sam winchester was. But his up brining was rough and hewas often out cast from school and lived on the road often with his rather abusive mother. He finally at the age of fourteen ran away from home. He lived on the streest and alone till Castiel found him and learned under Castiel on how to hunt demons. He often looks up the the angel as a father figure he never had and does deeply care for him. But he is also able to hold grudges against the past meaning Lucifer is in for a shit storm of anger. History : His mother was abusive, his father was never there at the age of fourteen he ran away and was found by castiel who took him and made a hunter out of him. He reminds cas a lot of his great great great grandfather Sam Picture :
52,039	1,408	8	574	83	Joriel saw the fighting and winced slighly at the punch of jackson. Didn't they see thwey where hurting the poor guy?! She might be small and young but even she knew the archangel couldn't be much of a threat. Well she was proven wrong easily as the archangel had stood up and the light that emitted was rather harsh and sheilded herself away with her wings which where dusty brown color. She winced slightly at the bright light and saw it vanish and Lucifer just collasp "He has used a lot of his enegery up we should move him to a bed or something" she said tothe two angels. Cora glared at the queen of hell adn scolwed slightly "Last time Winchesters trusted a demon it didn;t end well. Sorry if you don't like it sweetheart but I do not have time to let you run free and cause who knows what bull on our surface world. Yill I get a full picture on what going on you can go back to hell and stay there and keep your little demons under control. Till gabriel and Cas tell me the fuck Lucifer is doing on earth i will not let you out of that circle till future notice your insight is no longer needed. This is hunters worry now...not yours" She said as the circle stayed and glowed brighty showing it was not leaving. that the demon would have to leave or just stand there in the pouring rain and wait for the circle to wash away which would take a few hours to do so. The female huntress sighed gent and wondered what dumb idiot had this plan but since she had nothing else to say she looked at the demoness. "Sorry learn from past mistakes" she said and turned back to up the path and to the hotel a half a mile away in the drenching rain not caring at all.	WIP Hunter Profile Outline Name : Cora Winchester Age : 26 Kin {if related to any cannon character} : Dean winchester great great grand daughter Personality : The hard brick by brick kind of lady. Do not underestimate her because she will do what it takes to get people to see her point of view. She is hard ass and bad ass as she has has a lot of sucess in hunting. She is often looking out for jackson and see's him as family and castiel and gabriel as well. She had heard stories of Lucifer and no doubt have something to say to the Bastard when she see's him History : Cora had a normal upbringing till some vampires attacked her home. Unable to watch friends get killedshe attacked the vampires back killing them. She found jackson was on the move and tried to find him for years but the little shit was laways a step ahead of her. Only when she finally caught up tp him she learned about castiel being an actual angel and not some fairy tale and Gabriel as well. She's been with the group ever since Picture : Other Creature Outline Name : Joriel Age : Unknown she is younger then most angels though so lets say around ten hundred she a baby Race : Angel Rank in Your realm : Angel {Nothong speical} Personality : She is incrediablity sweet and kind hearted she loves learning and annoying the shit out of Castiel. She loves learning about humans and often wonders why humans do the things that they do. She is young but she is very smart and knows how to fight thanks to her time under castiels teachings. She often likes asking ton's of questions and annoying everyone but deep down....Even she knows....Humans where always better then any other race, History : A young angel created, she often found herself followign castiel around and eventually she wanted to learn to help Humans. She nagged the angel till he agreed to teach and and now has been hunting with him for the last hundred years. She is shockling young looking in her mortal form but that also makes her hard to find at times and likes scaring castiel but jumping from her hiding spots on onto his back. In her vessel she looks around tweleve years old. Picture :
52,040	1,408	9	2,144	1,944	Castiel's hand inadvertently loosened and he released Joriel's collar, momentarily awestruck by the sight of Lucifer's wings despite himself. His own wings had finally healed, battered as they had been in centuries past, but Lucifer's display left him somewhat dumbstruck. He could not deny the beauty before him, twisted though it had been for uncountable millenniums and confined to a cage. It was a moment before Cas seemed to register the suggestion of getting the drained Archangel to a bed. It probably wasn't a bad idea, as the being before him did seem to be using his last modicum of energy to keep himself upright... "Gabriel," Castiel intoned, seemingly rooted to the spot and looking towards his other brother. "Help Lucifer." The words seemed foreign as they left his mouth, like someone else was speaking them. Help Lucifer? God had commanded, despite Cas' own misgivings, that they look out for the once mighty Archangel -- for the moment he would obey, even if somewhat grudgingly. The Seraphim reluctantly allowed his eyes to pull away from the scene in front of him, glancing in the direction that Cora had gone. Out into the rain, clearly upset. His instincts were yanking him in two directions -- one feeling deeply mistrustful and wanting to guard Lucifer against causing any trouble (if he was even able to in his weakened state) and the other wanted to follow Cora. Cas had always felt a stronger bond with Dean than Sam, having been the one to retrieve the legendary hunter personally from Hell eons ago, and the fondness had seemingly transferred itself down through the older Winchester's bloodline. Cora was family. But so was Lucifer, technically. Castiel nodded to Jackson, silently instructing the young man to keep tabs on the situation in his stead. Jackson was a skilled hunter and could certainly be trusted. (Not that his skills rivaled an Archangel's in any way, but he would have to suffice in for the moment.) "Joriel," Cas added quietly, turning to the smallest member of the group. "Make sure you don't touch him." Don't touch Lucifer. Why? Because. That's why. Cas slowly backed away from them, his eyes hesitant to remove themselves from the scene lest something suddenly go wrong, as he edged his way towards the open hotel door. It was swinging wildly in the wind; it had been left open and at the mercy of the elements that were raging outside. He wasn't sure where Cora had gone, but he thought it prudent to bring her back and have her help keep an eye on the Devil, exhausted though he clearly was. The more help he had to keep control on the situation, the better. "Everyone just... behave," Castiel mumbled, mostly to himself. "And I'll be right back." Out into the rain went the Angel, his trench coat not offering much in the way of protection. Getting wet was the least of his worries, however, especially when he smelled the distinct scent of fire wafting to him on the breeze. He couldn't hear anything over the wind and the thunder, but the glow of flames flickering between the trees at the edge of the nearby forest was a hard to ignore marker. He began to walk in their direction, a scowl of determination on his face and rain dripping in his squinting eyes. He wasn't going to like what he would find, of course. He had never directly dealt with Lorelei, but he was aware of who she was. And, if he wasn't, the powerful devil's trap that she was currently stuck in would have told him almost everything he needed to know -- it was a step above a typical trap, meant only for a top level Demon. Certainly not someone to treat idly, especially now that Lucifer had been set free. Did this Demon know? How many other beings on the various planes of existence knew? The surge of power that had happened when Lucifer was released would certainly have sent ripples through Heaven and Hell, but how many would have realized the implications of the jolt they felt? "Cora?" Castiel called out, cupping his hands and using them in an attempt to get the sound to carry further. He was about to yell again when he came across the current Queen of Hell and the fiery prison that the Winchester girl had constructed. What was going on here?	Name : Castiel Age : Billions of years old Race : Seraph (Angel) Rank : Seraphim (One step down from being an Archangel) Personality : Strong, determined and, at times, ignorant and impulsive. Much like other angels, Castiel lacks a certain amount of ability to empathize, but after coming to know the Winchester brothers many centuries ago, he has learned to be kinder and has formed a certain soft spot for humanity in general. Unlike some of his brethren, Castiel still has faith in God, but not to a zealot-like extent. He often admits that he doesn't always understand what God wants and he may question His reasoning, but Castiel alway tries to follow his Father to the best of his abilities. This, along with his fondness for humans, has often led other angels to label him as being weak or naive, but also somewhat peculiar. For a long time Castiel was treated as an outcast in Heaven, but in the centuries that have passed, amends have (mostly) been made. Still, despite largely keeping to Heaven these days, Castiel manages to keep an eye on the Winchester's descendants, feeling a certain sense of obligation to their family due to the friendship he had with Sam and Dean. History : Cas has been around a long time and has experienced quite a bit, from Lucifer's betrayal in Heaven, up through modern times.
52,041	1,408	10	1,595	3,172	Lorelei laughed a bit, wiping a fake tear away from her eye. Sure, she enjoyed messing with humans every now and then, it was all in good fun. But honestly? Humans didn't need demons to lead them to evil and to wreak havoc and destruction. They were quite skilled at doing that without even the slightest bit of encouragement. "I love idealists," Lorelei explained. "So self righteous... Have you ever killed anyone? I bet it'd eat you up inside if you did." As for Cora's little manifesto, Lorelei made a bit of a face, tilting her head at the woman. "You summoned me, remember?" Perhaps she had hit her head on something. Meat suits tended to be a bit fragile from time to time. It was annoying, if anything, in Lorelei's experience--she grew very attached to her suits. Not every bit of flesh flatters a girl's figure, after all. But left in the flaming circle alone, with the rain pouring down, she couldn't help but feel...bored. Sure, the devil was on Earth, but there wasn't anything she could do about it tell these flames died down. And she wasn't going to call hell for help. That'd only show weakness, and then before she'd gotten back, someone else would be sitting on her throne. There was no way in hell she'd allow that to happen. She heard the woman's name called out, not recognizing the voice. But given that the woman was a Winchester, it was either a fellow hunter or the pretty boy angel who always followed Winchester spawn around. Crowley had taught her all she needed to know about the Winchester clan long ago--and about the danger of getting close to them. "Sorry, bitch ain't here," Lorelei shrugged. "Mind letting me out, would you? It's not that I don't love this weather it's...Well, just that. I don't love it."	Name: Lorelei; Formerly Lydia Clarissa Black Age: 519 Race: Demon; Formerly Human Rank: Queen of Hell Personality: Like most demons, Lorelei believes in only one power: herself. Her greed and self-interest are always accounted for in her decisions, as she isn't one to be selfless. If Lorelei makes a deal, there's always some sort of benefit to her. This isn't always immediately clear, as she's a plotter and a schemer at heart. She'd much rather manipulate others than get her hands dirty, of course. However, Lorelei also has one trait that sets her apart from most demons: she's perhaps a bit insane. A remnant of her human life, Lorelei's plans and ideas can legitimately terrorize some of the demons in hell. It helps her to keep them in line. Over time, they've become more accustomed to her methods, but that doesn't mean that Lorelei isn't feared among demons. Sometimes, she just wants to watch the world burn. History: Lorelei was born as Lydia Clarissa Black in the early twentieth century. Her father was a member of the Secret Service, with the family living in Washington D.C. during the 1920's. She had a young brother, Samuel, who was always jealous of her. Their parents gave Lydia all of the attention, leaving Samuel a miserable life as an afterthought. Lydia was fortunate enough to be able to attend college, pursuing a career in physics in a male dominated field. It was the Roaring Twenties, and it wasn't as unusual for a women to attend college as it had been before. She attended a university close to home, and while there, she fell in love. It would have been fine, had one of Samuel's friends, attending the school as well, hadn't seen Lydia and her girlfriend together. Samuel found out about it and threatened Lydia with telling their parents the next time he saw her. To make a long story short, she murdered her brother to protect herself. Rather than sentence her to death, she was placed in a psychiatric institute, where they routinely used electroshock, lobotomies, and insulin therapy to cure her "madness." The treatments killed her before the ten year anniversary of Samuel's death. No one collected her body and she was buried in the pauper's field. Needless to say, Lydia landed herself in hell. Gaining the name Lorelei, she made a reputation for herself as an excellent torturer, using the practices she had been subjected to in the asylum as a starting point. She trained under the Yellow Eyed Demon himself. And during the first attempt at an apocalypse, Lorelei wasn't an idiot. She kept her cards close to her chest, remaining under a mask of anonymity as to avoid Lucifer or Crowley's attention. She then worked under Crowley after that fiasco ended, always knowing how the tides were changing, and making the appropriate switches in loyalty. By the time Crowley was dead and gone, Lorelei had risen to relative prominence in hell, but not enough yet to rule. It was about one hundred years ago that she overthrew the last King of Hell, taking the throne for herself. Picture:
52,042	1,408	11	2,144	1,944	Castiel eyed Lorelei warily. Did he really want to let a Demon out, especially one that he was unfamiliar with, and who was clearly in the upper echelon of Hell? And with Lucifer himself nearby? "Who are you?" the angel asked, his naturally raspy voice somewhat defensive and obviously laced with mistrust. The cold rain dripping down each of their faces was hardly a positive situation -- he could agree with her on that point. The weather left much to be desired, but was it safe to simply allow the woman opposite him out of the devil's trap? He needed more information. He could guess why Cora had summoned the woman; that much was easy enough to glean from the situation. But why this particular Demon? What did she bring to the table that had prompted the summoning?	Name : Castiel Age : Billions of years old Race : Seraph (Angel) Rank : Seraphim (One step down from being an Archangel) Personality : Strong, determined and, at times, ignorant and impulsive. Much like other angels, Castiel lacks a certain amount of ability to empathize, but after coming to know the Winchester brothers many centuries ago, he has learned to be kinder and has formed a certain soft spot for humanity in general. Unlike some of his brethren, Castiel still has faith in God, but not to a zealot-like extent. He often admits that he doesn't always understand what God wants and he may question His reasoning, but Castiel alway tries to follow his Father to the best of his abilities. This, along with his fondness for humans, has often led other angels to label him as being weak or naive, but also somewhat peculiar. For a long time Castiel was treated as an outcast in Heaven, but in the centuries that have passed, amends have (mostly) been made. Still, despite largely keeping to Heaven these days, Castiel manages to keep an eye on the Winchester's descendants, feeling a certain sense of obligation to their family due to the friendship he had with Sam and Dean. History : Cas has been around a long time and has experienced quite a bit, from Lucifer's betrayal in Heaven, up through modern times.
52,043	1,408	12	2,442	135	The archangel sighed as he picked up Lucifer and took him to a room and drawing a few symbols to keep the room demon free so that his brother may rest with no further harm coming to him. he then left and closed the door leaving a demon warding spell on the door as well so that Lucifer would stay safe. Jackson smiled at the young angel "Come on have some food it's going to be a long night" he said as he allowed her to get some food. The hunter could sense his cousin's great distrust of the archangel and hoped she didn't do anything stupid. Jackson was more rational of thought and thought things out before doing them Cora seemed a lot like her great great grand fatehr Dean. He sat down and ate a sandwich not all that hungry.	Name : Jackson Winchester Age : 23 Kin {if related to any cannon character} : Sam Winchester great great great grandfather Personality : A very smart boy much like his great great great grandfather Sam winchester was. But his up brining was rough and hewas often out cast from school and lived on the road often with his rather abusive mother. He finally at the age of fourteen ran away from home. He lived on the streest and alone till Castiel found him and learned under Castiel on how to hunt demons. He often looks up the the angel as a father figure he never had and does deeply care for him. But he is also able to hold grudges against the past meaning Lucifer is in for a shit storm of anger. History : His mother was abusive, his father was never there at the age of fourteen he ran away and was found by castiel who took him and made a hunter out of him. He reminds cas a lot of his great great great grandfather Sam Picture :
52,044	1,408	13	1,595	3,172	Lorelei grinned at the trench coat clad angel. With the simple speech, the attire, and the fact that he was hanging around a Winchester--all signs pointed towards this being the legendary Castiel. She recalled when the man used to be equivalent to God, and she remembered when he lost it all, and fell into disgrace. She had hardly been a demon of any prominence back then--how times changed things. "Castiel, I presume?" Lorelei stated, even though it was phrased as a question. "A woman needs a little romancing, dear. Can't just bark out who are you and expect her to play along?" the Queen of Hell chuckled at her own joke, shaking her head. "I'm Lorelei. Only slightly offended if you haven't heard of me, slightly charmed if you have." Still, it was clear that she wanted nothing more than to be let out of the trap. But who could blame her? Being confined to a small bit of space wasn't exactly her idea of a fun time. However, it did present her with a unique opportunity to get information as to the disturbance in her realm--namely, Lucifer vanishing. "But while I got you here, mind explaining to me how a certain brother of yours escaped from Hell?" she inquired, her eyes narrowing. Winchesters, Crowley had explained to her ages ago, always had a knack for being at the center of any crisis. And with Castiel being glued at the hip to the Winchesters, Lorelei figured he knew something.	Name: Lorelei; Formerly Lydia Clarissa Black Age: 519 Race: Demon; Formerly Human Rank: Queen of Hell Personality: Like most demons, Lorelei believes in only one power: herself. Her greed and self-interest are always accounted for in her decisions, as she isn't one to be selfless. If Lorelei makes a deal, there's always some sort of benefit to her. This isn't always immediately clear, as she's a plotter and a schemer at heart. She'd much rather manipulate others than get her hands dirty, of course. However, Lorelei also has one trait that sets her apart from most demons: she's perhaps a bit insane. A remnant of her human life, Lorelei's plans and ideas can legitimately terrorize some of the demons in hell. It helps her to keep them in line. Over time, they've become more accustomed to her methods, but that doesn't mean that Lorelei isn't feared among demons. Sometimes, she just wants to watch the world burn. History: Lorelei was born as Lydia Clarissa Black in the early twentieth century. Her father was a member of the Secret Service, with the family living in Washington D.C. during the 1920's. She had a young brother, Samuel, who was always jealous of her. Their parents gave Lydia all of the attention, leaving Samuel a miserable life as an afterthought. Lydia was fortunate enough to be able to attend college, pursuing a career in physics in a male dominated field. It was the Roaring Twenties, and it wasn't as unusual for a women to attend college as it had been before. She attended a university close to home, and while there, she fell in love. It would have been fine, had one of Samuel's friends, attending the school as well, hadn't seen Lydia and her girlfriend together. Samuel found out about it and threatened Lydia with telling their parents the next time he saw her. To make a long story short, she murdered her brother to protect herself. Rather than sentence her to death, she was placed in a psychiatric institute, where they routinely used electroshock, lobotomies, and insulin therapy to cure her "madness." The treatments killed her before the ten year anniversary of Samuel's death. No one collected her body and she was buried in the pauper's field. Needless to say, Lydia landed herself in hell. Gaining the name Lorelei, she made a reputation for herself as an excellent torturer, using the practices she had been subjected to in the asylum as a starting point. She trained under the Yellow Eyed Demon himself. And during the first attempt at an apocalypse, Lorelei wasn't an idiot. She kept her cards close to her chest, remaining under a mask of anonymity as to avoid Lucifer or Crowley's attention. She then worked under Crowley after that fiasco ended, always knowing how the tides were changing, and making the appropriate switches in loyalty. By the time Crowley was dead and gone, Lorelei had risen to relative prominence in hell, but not enough yet to rule. It was about one hundred years ago that she overthrew the last King of Hell, taking the throne for herself. Picture:
52,045	1,408	14	2,144	1,944	Cas scowled at her words, hardly in the mood for levity or flirting or whatever means of manipulation she was trying to employ to get out of the circle of flames. "Lorelei? I've heard of you." So, this was Crowley's replacement, was it? Well, then, wasn't that just perfect. Castiel had a complicated relationship with Crowley before his passing -- the consummate pair of frenimies, if there ever was one. They had, of course, worked together many times, mostly when it involved the Winchesters in one fashion or another, but it had still happened. It helped that the King of Hell knew Castiel could destroy him with the snap of his fingers, if he ever let his guard down, but it had often been to their mutual benefit to cooperate and keep the peace. (Such as it was.) A the end of the day Crowley could usually be reasoned with. Lorelei, from what Castiel had heard, was a little more... unstable. "Lucifer did not escape," Castiel said flatly. "He was released from his cage and he is now under our protection." He didn't specify who all of 'our protection' entailed. Honestly, Cas wasn't sure at the moment. God may have intended to have Lucifer help end the war that had been going on for ages, but not all of Heaven fully supported God -- they hadn't for a long time now. There were a lot of misgivings after God had disappeared for so long, only to pop back up out of nowhere, then run off with His sister. (Castiel wasn't judging God for His general absence for the past several centuries; he knew how hard it was to be God from his own misguided experiences.) Still, that all said, there appeared to be a lot of unhappiness with things in Heaven and Cas wasn't sure if everyone would be so willing to forgive Lucifer for his transgressions, whether it was commanded by God or not. If he and Gabriel were unlucky there could be outright rebellion in response to Lucifer's return. And he certainly didn't need the new Queen of Hell making things even more complicated. The circle of fire remained burning for the moment, Castiel clearly unwilling to cede any territory when he was so uncertain of his potential adversary.	Name : Castiel Age : Billions of years old Race : Seraph (Angel) Rank : Seraphim (One step down from being an Archangel) Personality : Strong, determined and, at times, ignorant and impulsive. Much like other angels, Castiel lacks a certain amount of ability to empathize, but after coming to know the Winchester brothers many centuries ago, he has learned to be kinder and has formed a certain soft spot for humanity in general. Unlike some of his brethren, Castiel still has faith in God, but not to a zealot-like extent. He often admits that he doesn't always understand what God wants and he may question His reasoning, but Castiel alway tries to follow his Father to the best of his abilities. This, along with his fondness for humans, has often led other angels to label him as being weak or naive, but also somewhat peculiar. For a long time Castiel was treated as an outcast in Heaven, but in the centuries that have passed, amends have (mostly) been made. Still, despite largely keeping to Heaven these days, Castiel manages to keep an eye on the Winchester's descendants, feeling a certain sense of obligation to their family due to the friendship he had with Sam and Dean. History : Cas has been around a long time and has experienced quite a bit, from Lucifer's betrayal in Heaven, up through modern times.
52,046	1,408	15	1,595	3,172	Lorelei course, it always flattered her when people recognized her. And the fact that Castiel hadn't blasted her into bits or let her out of the trap, Lorelei took it as a compliment. She grinned at him, recognizing fear and apprehension. The flames burned on, fighting valiantly against the rain, but they couldn't last forever. Like it or not, Lorelei would be able to leave the trap within the next few hours. The angel couldn't keep her there forever. It'd be rude, after all. "Really?" Lorelei asked, trying to hold back a laugh. "Please, keep the asshat. It's like keeping an atomic bomb in the garage--never know when it's going to go off." She never really did enjoy having the devil locked in Hell, after all. To her, the best case scenario would be having him dead, torn to celestial bits so that way no one could put him back together. It was the safest and most logical choice. "You are going to kill him, of course," Lorelei surmised. "I heard you were thick, Castiel, but fucking hell, if you honestly think keeping him alive and free to roam is a good thing, well..." her voice trailed off, and she made a bit of a face, as if to indicate he was nuts. She rolled her wrists a bit, letting them crack. It was getting a bit dull, just standing in the fiery circle. "They'll be killed if Lucifer remains free, Castiel," Lorelei warned. "And maybe the next time, they won't come back. Winchesters aren't immortal--remember Sam? Dean? Yeah. They'll die just as bloody if you don't take care of this properly."	Name: Lorelei; Formerly Lydia Clarissa Black Age: 519 Race: Demon; Formerly Human Rank: Queen of Hell Personality: Like most demons, Lorelei believes in only one power: herself. Her greed and self-interest are always accounted for in her decisions, as she isn't one to be selfless. If Lorelei makes a deal, there's always some sort of benefit to her. This isn't always immediately clear, as she's a plotter and a schemer at heart. She'd much rather manipulate others than get her hands dirty, of course. However, Lorelei also has one trait that sets her apart from most demons: she's perhaps a bit insane. A remnant of her human life, Lorelei's plans and ideas can legitimately terrorize some of the demons in hell. It helps her to keep them in line. Over time, they've become more accustomed to her methods, but that doesn't mean that Lorelei isn't feared among demons. Sometimes, she just wants to watch the world burn. History: Lorelei was born as Lydia Clarissa Black in the early twentieth century. Her father was a member of the Secret Service, with the family living in Washington D.C. during the 1920's. She had a young brother, Samuel, who was always jealous of her. Their parents gave Lydia all of the attention, leaving Samuel a miserable life as an afterthought. Lydia was fortunate enough to be able to attend college, pursuing a career in physics in a male dominated field. It was the Roaring Twenties, and it wasn't as unusual for a women to attend college as it had been before. She attended a university close to home, and while there, she fell in love. It would have been fine, had one of Samuel's friends, attending the school as well, hadn't seen Lydia and her girlfriend together. Samuel found out about it and threatened Lydia with telling their parents the next time he saw her. To make a long story short, she murdered her brother to protect herself. Rather than sentence her to death, she was placed in a psychiatric institute, where they routinely used electroshock, lobotomies, and insulin therapy to cure her "madness." The treatments killed her before the ten year anniversary of Samuel's death. No one collected her body and she was buried in the pauper's field. Needless to say, Lydia landed herself in hell. Gaining the name Lorelei, she made a reputation for herself as an excellent torturer, using the practices she had been subjected to in the asylum as a starting point. She trained under the Yellow Eyed Demon himself. And during the first attempt at an apocalypse, Lorelei wasn't an idiot. She kept her cards close to her chest, remaining under a mask of anonymity as to avoid Lucifer or Crowley's attention. She then worked under Crowley after that fiasco ended, always knowing how the tides were changing, and making the appropriate switches in loyalty. By the time Crowley was dead and gone, Lorelei had risen to relative prominence in hell, but not enough yet to rule. It was about one hundred years ago that she overthrew the last King of Hell, taking the throne for herself. Picture:
52,047	1,408	16	2,442	135	There was a small chuckle that followed her words as Chuck came from the tree's standing there for a whole and spoke to the qieen of hell "Oh how wrong you are. Only thing that can truly destroy Lucifer for good is me as i am the father of all creation meaning I can easily tare you apart with no more than a flick of my hand but I will not. I'll let the angels have their way with you and watch you feel what its like to truly fear. But for right now castiel, gsther whatever hunters you can we need to call a meeting. You though princess are not welcomed on earth. Learn any other way you wish but till I am ready you can cvome back" with that chuck clapped his ahnds as the demoness would appear back in hell unable to leave till chuck had finished his meeting with the hunters. "Come castiel...We have much to talk about the angels and demons as well will be after us butbt hat doesn't concern me" god said as this would end all fights between the races as all races would lose their abilities and everything would e at peace when the journey finally came to a rest. it was the last adventure of all creation. "Gather up the hunters you can find Castiel, Any search far and wide and see what you can find" boomed god as he would need a team for this job. He went back to the motel room smiling and looked at the hunters "Main room now" he said as they would await the arrival of other hunters.	Name : Jackson Winchester Age : 23 Kin {if related to any cannon character} : Sam Winchester great great great grandfather Personality : A very smart boy much like his great great great grandfather Sam winchester was. But his up brining was rough and hewas often out cast from school and lived on the road often with his rather abusive mother. He finally at the age of fourteen ran away from home. He lived on the streest and alone till Castiel found him and learned under Castiel on how to hunt demons. He often looks up the the angel as a father figure he never had and does deeply care for him. But he is also able to hold grudges against the past meaning Lucifer is in for a shit storm of anger. History : His mother was abusive, his father was never there at the age of fourteen he ran away and was found by castiel who took him and made a hunter out of him. He reminds cas a lot of his great great great grandfather Sam Picture :
52,048	1,408	17	2,144	1,944	The angel had been about to respond to the woman in the center of the demon trap, but the appearance of God cancelled the need for it. Castiel was unsure of Lorelei, naturally, but he couldn't quash the flicker of curiosity about her that sparked inside of him. She seemed rational. Was she really as unstable as her reputation? "I'll see what I can do," Cas replied to God's orders. His brows knit together in a thoughtful manner, though he was slightly exasperated by the command. Go /find/ hunters? Where should he look and how many did God require? Castiel stood for a moment looking around, rocking on his heels, and trying to decide what to do. It was then that he heard a car pull up and park in the hotel lot behind them. Who was walking into the situation in the hotel now? He quickly sensed a human and, if so, maybe it would be best if he tried to deter them from staying. He understood the weather was unhelpful for those traveling right now, but they could be blindly walking into a dangerous scenario with things they wouldn't understand if they were the average Joe. Cas glanced over his shoulder and willed the burning devil's trap to snuff itself. No sense leaving the flames if they were no longer going to serve a purpose, what with Lorelei's abrupt departure at God's command. He headed out of the forest and passed by the newly arrived car; the engine was still warm and it was causing steam to rise from the hood as the colder rain spattered against it. By chance, he glanced a the driver and the bag she was exiting the car with. He was close enough to see some of the contents of Catori's bag when she turned around to slam the car door shut, before she began to make a run for cover at the hotel. Salt. She had a container of salt. Only hunters (or very strange chefs) traveled around with containers of salt handy. "You," Castiel barked, reaching out a hand as if to stop the woman in her tracks. He didn't have time for niceties -- time to be right to the point, then. "Do you believe in God?" To anyone else it might have sounded like some kind of strange threat -- tact wasn't necessarily Castiel's strong suit when it came to interacting with humans. Sure, he knew a bit more about it than most other angels because he had voluntarily spent time with humans over the years, but no one was going to ever mistake Castiel for being "smooth" with his moves. "Nevermind," he added after half a second of consideration, sharply flicking his wrist as if to somehow erase his previous question from the record. "I need you to come with me. Now."	Name : Castiel Age : Billions of years old Race : Seraph (Angel) Rank : Seraphim (One step down from being an Archangel) Personality : Strong, determined and, at times, ignorant and impulsive. Much like other angels, Castiel lacks a certain amount of ability to empathize, but after coming to know the Winchester brothers many centuries ago, he has learned to be kinder and has formed a certain soft spot for humanity in general. Unlike some of his brethren, Castiel still has faith in God, but not to a zealot-like extent. He often admits that he doesn't always understand what God wants and he may question His reasoning, but Castiel alway tries to follow his Father to the best of his abilities. This, along with his fondness for humans, has often led other angels to label him as being weak or naive, but also somewhat peculiar. For a long time Castiel was treated as an outcast in Heaven, but in the centuries that have passed, amends have (mostly) been made. Still, despite largely keeping to Heaven these days, Castiel manages to keep an eye on the Winchester's descendants, feeling a certain sense of obligation to their family due to the friendship he had with Sam and Dean. History : Cas has been around a long time and has experienced quite a bit, from Lucifer's betrayal in Heaven, up through modern times.
52,049	1,408	18	1,595	3,172	Lorelei a moment, Lorelei thought she felt a flicker of electricity in her brain, but the sensation quickly passed. It was merely another (unasked for) transport. There wasn't even a God there to yell about using a phone to contact her, or to let her go off by herself if she wanted to, but she didn't care. Appearing back in the throne room in Hell, Lorelei pulled out her blade, and marched down the halls, her eyes red. Each demon she encountered met a swift end. Her anger consumed her, and she laughed the entire time, as the bodies of more and more demons fell to the ground. Eventually, when her hands were stained with an impressive amount of blood, and at least a hundred demons had been slain, she let out a contented sigh. "What are you looking at?" Lorelei snapped, spotting a demon who was quickly attempting to vanish from her sight. "N-nothing, your highness...N-n-nothing at all," the demon stammered, as Lorelei came closer. She twirled the blade in her hand, as if considering whether or not to continue on with the slaughter. "You know what's so terrible about plans?" Lorelei asked, a funny edge to her voice. "N-no..." the demon stuttered, Lorelei's blade now pressed against his neck. "Of course you don't. Honestly, the help these days...Well. Plans shatter. Fall. Break apart. You plan for your enemy's plan and they plan for yours. Plans, plans, plans!" The demon remained silent, as the blade began to cut into his neck, small trails of blood pouring out. But he didn't dare say a word. "But what can't you plan for, hmm? Chaos. I want you to spread the word. Get everyone that isn't essential out of hell. Wreak havoc. Cause despair. Kill. Murder. Maim. I honestly don't care...Let the blood fill the streets." The demon nodded frantically, thankful as Lorelei released him from her grip. "Go have some fun, or you'll end up like the rest..." She nodded towards the trail of bodies, and the demon didn't need to be told twice. It didn't take long before all of hell heard the words. Any demons not needed for security, for the function of the place, were to surface and begin causing as much misery as possible. Lorelei, meanwhile, simply sat on her throne and laughed.	Name: Lorelei; Formerly Lydia Clarissa Black Age: 519 Race: Demon; Formerly Human Rank: Queen of Hell Personality: Like most demons, Lorelei believes in only one power: herself. Her greed and self-interest are always accounted for in her decisions, as she isn't one to be selfless. If Lorelei makes a deal, there's always some sort of benefit to her. This isn't always immediately clear, as she's a plotter and a schemer at heart. She'd much rather manipulate others than get her hands dirty, of course. However, Lorelei also has one trait that sets her apart from most demons: she's perhaps a bit insane. A remnant of her human life, Lorelei's plans and ideas can legitimately terrorize some of the demons in hell. It helps her to keep them in line. Over time, they've become more accustomed to her methods, but that doesn't mean that Lorelei isn't feared among demons. Sometimes, she just wants to watch the world burn. History: Lorelei was born as Lydia Clarissa Black in the early twentieth century. Her father was a member of the Secret Service, with the family living in Washington D.C. during the 1920's. She had a young brother, Samuel, who was always jealous of her. Their parents gave Lydia all of the attention, leaving Samuel a miserable life as an afterthought. Lydia was fortunate enough to be able to attend college, pursuing a career in physics in a male dominated field. It was the Roaring Twenties, and it wasn't as unusual for a women to attend college as it had been before. She attended a university close to home, and while there, she fell in love. It would have been fine, had one of Samuel's friends, attending the school as well, hadn't seen Lydia and her girlfriend together. Samuel found out about it and threatened Lydia with telling their parents the next time he saw her. To make a long story short, she murdered her brother to protect herself. Rather than sentence her to death, she was placed in a psychiatric institute, where they routinely used electroshock, lobotomies, and insulin therapy to cure her "madness." The treatments killed her before the ten year anniversary of Samuel's death. No one collected her body and she was buried in the pauper's field. Needless to say, Lydia landed herself in hell. Gaining the name Lorelei, she made a reputation for herself as an excellent torturer, using the practices she had been subjected to in the asylum as a starting point. She trained under the Yellow Eyed Demon himself. And during the first attempt at an apocalypse, Lorelei wasn't an idiot. She kept her cards close to her chest, remaining under a mask of anonymity as to avoid Lucifer or Crowley's attention. She then worked under Crowley after that fiasco ended, always knowing how the tides were changing, and making the appropriate switches in loyalty. By the time Crowley was dead and gone, Lorelei had risen to relative prominence in hell, but not enough yet to rule. It was about one hundred years ago that she overthrew the last King of Hell, taking the throne for herself. Picture:
52,050	1,408	19	539	3,625	It was after darting straight toward the ancient hotel's doors in a mad dash that Catori had come to the conclusion that she was in desperate need of a new bag. Her bag's questionable contents were now exposed to both the elements and to her lack of knowledge (until a few moments later, that is), the eyes of others. At the very least, she had to give herself some credit and acknowledge the fact that she was at least a little wise enough to hide her handgun at the very bottom of the bag. It was a shame that she had to keep her shotgun in the trunk though. . . Letting out an exhale of relief, Catori's hand reached for the hotel's door handle with vivid wishes for a warm shower, decent meal, and somewhere comfortable to sleep for the night. All of these desires that were so close suddenly slid from her grasp as she was stopped in her tracks by an unfamiliar man in a trench coat asking about her belief in God. Oh, great. With such a bizarre question being asked out of the blue, she had figured that this man belonged to a local church of some kind and was likely trying to recruit new followers. Given her occupation, Catori, of course, believed in the Christian God as well as Gods that belonged to various other religions from around the world. Catori could easily tell the man this and hope that he would get lost, but ignoring him was the better option at this point. Quite frankly, the huntress was soaking wet and in desperate need of some shelter from the downpour as soon as possible. What kind of individual would advertise their church in the rain, anyway? The urge to ignore this man was even worsened when he seemingly waved the question off and skipped right over to comment something about her "needing to follow him". Common sense would tell anyone that this was the beginning of a kidnapping, but Catori was a on different kind of alert now. This could easily be a trap set by a force that wanted her dead. . . "Sorry, but I'm not interested in whatever religion you're promoting or following strange men that approach me in deserted parking lots."	Name: Catori Lomoma Nickname(s): None. Age: 25 Kin: N/A Personality: Although Catori appears to be an extremely serious and hardworking individual, she can be quite fun-loving and laid-back when the situation calls for it. . which is hardly ever or at least not recently which is a result of entering the supernatural world with the role of becoming a huntress. Motivated, compassionate, and focused on her tasks, Catori considers herself to be quite talented at what she does - it should be noted that she has yet to see just how cruel the supernatural world can truly be, however. Competitive and honest to a fault, Catori can sometimes put "her foot in her mouth" and may be accidentally flirtatious during others. Despite her flaws, Catori, at the very least, can take pride in knowing that she has saved a number of lives due to her skills and knowledge involving the supernatural. Biography: Born to a family directly connected to the Hopi Native American tribe, Catori spent her early childhood years on the Hopi Reservation in northeastern Arizona until her family moved out to California. It would be in California that Catori would spend her late childhood and teenage years with hopes of attending UCLA upon graduation. This wish would quickly become hindered by. . . unusual circumstances. Instead of being barred from her college because of grades or money, Catori would quickly find herself picking up her family's legacy after becoming a huntress following her late grandmother's death. Evidently, Catori's grandmother and father belonged to a rather lengthy line of skilled hunters that her grandmother upheld until the final moments of her mysterious death. In order to solve the circumstances behind her grandmother's bizarre death and protect her parents, little brother, and guinea pig, Catori would set off for the world of the supernatural instead of college.
52,051	1,408	20	2,144	1,944	Catori's refusal gave Castiel pause. He cocked his head at her curiously, as if he didn't understand her reaction right away, but it slowly sunk in and he tried to adjust his tactic. "I'm not promoting a religion," he replied. "And I'm not strange. You're a hunter and I need hunters -- God requested specifically that I find some." Cas shrugged, looking somewhat pathetic with the rain dripping off the end of his nose. It seemed fruitless to waste time trying to convince her of the situation at hand -- she wanted to go into the hotel anyway, just let her. She'd figure things out soon enough. "Just... go inside. You'll see for yourself."	Name : Castiel Age : Billions of years old Race : Seraph (Angel) Rank : Seraphim (One step down from being an Archangel) Personality : Strong, determined and, at times, ignorant and impulsive. Much like other angels, Castiel lacks a certain amount of ability to empathize, but after coming to know the Winchester brothers many centuries ago, he has learned to be kinder and has formed a certain soft spot for humanity in general. Unlike some of his brethren, Castiel still has faith in God, but not to a zealot-like extent. He often admits that he doesn't always understand what God wants and he may question His reasoning, but Castiel alway tries to follow his Father to the best of his abilities. This, along with his fondness for humans, has often led other angels to label him as being weak or naive, but also somewhat peculiar. For a long time Castiel was treated as an outcast in Heaven, but in the centuries that have passed, amends have (mostly) been made. Still, despite largely keeping to Heaven these days, Castiel manages to keep an eye on the Winchester's descendants, feeling a certain sense of obligation to their family due to the friendship he had with Sam and Dean. History : Cas has been around a long time and has experienced quite a bit, from Lucifer's betrayal in Heaven, up through modern times.
52,052	1,409	0	1,258	2,264	High above Frieza planet 236 the ominous spaceship loomed over its task as the soldiers within started to prepare for their subjugation of the people below. Within the clean white halls of the ship hundreds of troops moved in unison to collect their blasters and armor before then moving in to ready themselves for the ship to enter low orbit so that they could start their mission against those that dared to go against Lord Frieza, However not all were assigned the grunt work of facing the enemy on the front lines, some of them had the so called 'honor' of being dropped deep within enemy territory. That was the task set up for team Nux, their mission was to drop pod into the heart of the rebel forces, a small town, and start fighting to cause as much damage to them as possible. No matter their opinions on such a mission many of them had little to no choice in the matter, and even the little choice was to die at the hands of their captain... Within the drop pod bay a female clad in full spec heavy armor stood with what seemed to be a tablet with their mission orders on it. Yuudai was the tactical officer of the team, often the one to give them briefings of what they could expect down on the planet and what their objectives was. Despite her oh so 'sunny' disposition she never really got angry at people asking questions about any details they wanted to know about. Once the team was assembled she would lift up her tablet and start reading off of it through the visor of her helmet. "Our mission today is to Subjugate the rebellion on Frieza planet 236 which consists of the Sluck Race The reported power level of their pitiful little troop is just one third our own, as long as you don't do anything DUMB and get cornered then it should be a cake walk. However there has been reports of out of certain members of their race being as if not more powerful than us, these may just be fear tactics but be on guard. The planet below is of a rocky nature as the Sluck like to build their homes into the canyon walls. However the largest resources are a high grade alloy that makes the armor you are wearing, so don't screw it up... Oh and it says here they have finally decided on who is the new team leader, you know after that last one they tried to put in charge... died... Heh" Of course she was happy about that fact, when command tried to give them a babysitter that was not apart of their little click of misfits did they expect them to protect him from giant man eating space worms? "Xylo, well done. You either impressed or kissed enough ass to get noticed and are now new team lead. Everyone may clap... Ok stop claping. Now, any questions?"	Name Yuudai Age 33 Gender Female Race ??? Appearance Yuudai's appearance, like her race, is a mystery to all for some reason due to the very fact that she always seems to be wearing a full heavy set of battle armor, that covers the forearms and shins along with the normal chest guard, that encloses her entire body. The right arm is in fact much more armored than the left once. The armor is white and the jumpsuit under it has a blackened color to it. {The helm is like this but with the black part over the fact and covering it from view.}. A few things that can be made out about the woman, such as she holds a very prideful and strong stance at all times even in front of superiors. The armor also contains a space for what seems to be a fully armored tail section which she makes use of in battle as well as for several mundane things such as teasing people. She stands at a not so impressive height of 5'5 and is rather sensitive about it, but from what parts are not covered in armor one can clearly tell that she is a rather toned warrior under it all. Personality Yuu is completely honest and straightforward, and is not hesitant to say things that are on her mind or need to be said. She does not downplay with her words and says what she feels needs to be said when confronted. However she does tease her words up now and then and sometimes mentions childish thoughts with a serious face, or the other way around. She loves good military gear and enjoying training her body. Her love for fighting however, has proven to be dangerous since she often dares the higher ups to sparing matches, the reason is that she constantly defeats weaker opponents without exertion and real effort, which leads to her frustrations and so in turn she seeks out more powerful enemies. When something comes up that she doesn't want to take part in or she dislikes the subject of conversation such as constant studying she pretends to fall asleep in her armor, though sometimes it turns into a real nap without meaning too. Though she dislikes studying, like anything else if she puts all her effort into something she achieves it. Yuu finds that flirting and teasing other females is fun and helps her to relax at times. She claims to do so since there are no guys around who catch her attention, with the majority of them being too intimidated to talk to her, too childish, or just not on her level in her opinion. Equipment Full set of heavy body armor w/helm 247 Lord Frieza credits Wrist mounted blaster Home Planet Unknown Aura/Ki Color Purple Special Attacks/Techniques Shi-Ku-Ra A technique developed by Yuu's skill at ki manipulation. A extremely focused javelin of Ki is formed whose point is designed to pierce anything in its wake, though its power is of course based on the user. This can then be thrown based on the users ki power and strength. This can also be formed on the arm to enable a bunker buster type of move as well. Full Power Energy Blast Volley A flurry of full power ki blasts Slicer Detonation Covering the limb in a light ki akin to aura the user is able to 'draw a line' with the following attack. At this point the point of attack is able to be 'detonated' at any point, though does fade with time and those that use enough aura are able to 'burn' it off. History A long time ago Yuudai was once the tribe leader of her people, fighting back against the troops that had been sent to take over her planet. Though compared to the tide of disposable troops her people were few in number, and soon got tired, then soon after fell to the ongoing attacks. After her planet was taken over, like many before her, Yuudai was found beaten and bruised on the field of battle. Deciding to make use of the woman they healed her back to full and then locked her within a suit of armor to make sure that her people would not see their former leader still alive. Joining up with Nux team she became their tactical adviser, yet she feels like something seems a little... off about the team that assembled, as if they were placed onto the same ship all together for a reason, still she just continues to do what she is told, for her people.
52,053	1,409	1	310	290	Zero "Are we ridding the planet of all the Slucks on it or are we only eliminating the rebels?" says a voice of one of the men that had listened to the instructions. The man steps forward a rather unique soldier this one is a soldier that got created by Freiza's scientists and geneticists from Frieza's cells so he is the same race from as the Frieza clan. His skin is around his arms are instead of pink. This man's body is similar to what Frieza looks like with a few extra spikes. His name is Zero. A name given to him by Frieza after calling him a 'zero' and a waste of time, Zero kept it as his name as a designation. His tail taps on the floor of the ship a few times then he also asks, "What is the plan of attack? Are we all dropping down in drop pods at in the same area or are we splitting off into small teams?" Zero had very little opinion of the drop pods, he really didn't have to use one most of the time. Being the same as Frieza he could breathe in the nothingness of space. Other then his general body figure looks and his biological perks he is nothing like Frieza. For one his attitude is different he didn't enjoy mass murder he does it because he is ordered to nothing more. This mission he was trying to get the information he needed to complete the mission as obediently as possible. He would rather complete the mission right instead of missing something and angering Frieza. The less he is around him the better it was for him. Frieza wasn't thrilled that the creation of Zero took so much resources and so much time which they could have conquered planets. The fact Zero didn't turn out stronger was also a let down. Zero was a huge source of disappointment for Frieza, but yet he was unique so he wasn't eliminated as a normal expendable soldier instead he got assigned to the Nux squad.	Name Zero Age: technically 2 years old, but is that of 18 Gender: male Race: Cultivated Frieza clan. Genetically created test tube soldiers. Similar to Saibamen, but more advance, created from cells taken from Frieza. The cultivated clan members vary but were designed to have only a small faction of the strength of Frieza if not even weaker Appearance: Personality: He stays to himself most of the time, unless his he trusts someone which is rare as he doesn't trust easily. He does as he is told without question for Frieza and his superiors but it seems he shows regret and mercy. Something that is blamed by a failure byproduct of the cultivation process. Also other things of his personality are also blamed on this, his lacks attitude and general kindness. Equipment: A red scouter, even the ear piece is red, often he takes it off other then that his equipment is very little, unless he is given something he doesn't take much with him. Home Planet: None or rather he comes from one of Freiza's space labs Aura/Ki Color: His aura is a very light red while his Ki energy abilities are bright neon like red Special Attacks/Techniques Basic energy based attacks, able to throw ki charged balls and short little bursts. Charged up he can do a small blast either from combining power with both hands. Extreme Speed tied into his ki, Zero can move at high speeds close to calling himself the red blur. While he cant keep this up for long periods of time, he can do short bursts of very fast speed. A lot slower then instant transmission but fast enough to be rather noticeable. Last Technique or ability is something he keeps to himself and that is a self Ki or energy sensory. Something he was born with and the reason he takes his scouter off as he doesn't need it. While the scouter is faster and makes it easier he can sense it. History: Zero had little choice to join Frieza's army. He was grown from cells extracted from Frieza. He started as a little small tube of liquid. Over two years he was grown, how to battle, destroy and conquer was drove into his mind by advance imagery. His power level clocked at one hundred after the first year of creation. It was going to slow, and the original creation team had a sudden case of angering Frieza followed by rapid replacement. The whole second year Zero got injected with growth hormones and hundreds of other chemicals, he grew fast but his power did not until the end. At the end his power appeared to be only as strong as a simple grunt and no stronger than a Saibamen. Frieza commanded for Zero to get ejected into space as he was a waste of time he was a 'Zero' his power level spiked the moment he went into space outside of the growing chamber. His power spiked too high then quickly died down after he pasted out. Zero taken back to the ship, his power leveled out to a level that 'satisfied' but still ruled as a failure, ultimately Frieza to put Zero on a special squad the Nux Squad.
52,054	1,409	2	2,595	7,032	Garth chuckled and kept his head lowered. The giant Hera was somehow not the tallest member of the group being outsized by the giant namekian in their group. However he didn't mind for once been the tinier man as it helped put perspective. Made him think of other ways he could intimidate people. His size was usually enough but other taller people needed a more...palpable sense of terror and that's when he'd need to show off his own power. "It doesn't matter who the boss is the job's are usually are all the same. Somebody needs guarding, somebody needs someone killed, or someone needs someone intimidated. It's just that simple. So the goal is simple right? Make things stop just don't damage the ore if at all possible. A bit of an annoyance but hey there's always a catch right?" Garth grumbled with his gravelly deep voice. "I really don't care what the plan is just point me in the direction you need me to be pointed in. I don't really care if the enemy is on our level or not either. I like a good challenge makes it better than dealing with the same sludge that we deal with regularly." Garth continued without much heed for any toes he may be stepping on for his blunt words on the matter. Garth was a simple man. He enjoyed a good fight, a chance to improve himself, and at the end of the day he just didn't care what other people got in his way. After all he learned long ago his people weren't exactly plentiful. Still working under a tyrant wasn't as bad as being dead he supposed. Too bad these trash aliens thought otherwise.	Name: Garth Age: ??? Gender: Male Race: Hera Appearance: Muscular, and with a well honed body Garth is very intimidating and stands at a massive 7'1 in height. He has blue skin and orange hair typical to his race though his hair is messy and short cut. He has dark green eyes and no facial hair of note. He wears a loose white shirt and black jacket. His pants are puffy and white. Personality: Brutal as a combatant and completely blunt Garth is unfriendly and very much to the point. He doesn't like talking, and he loathes 'sharing his inner feelings'. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and rarely hides anything. He is loyal to no one, He only shoes respect to people who are either stronger than him or he views as worth being respected. He only respects dedication, inner fortitude, and the will to keep fighting. Anyone who is weak willed, or greedy is beneath his own notice. Likewise he himself only seeks to gain more, and more strength but not political strength only physical so that he could grow stronger, and find his real self if such even exists any longer. He is not afraid to fight dirty and lie if need be. He has no sense of mercy, or kindness only pragmatism. He won't hurt someone just because he's cruel. He'd hurt some because their in his warpath. To Garth the whole universe is just one giant path to inner strength that he so desperately wants to gain himself. Not to avenge his planet, or anyone. But because he wants to simply be a stronger individual who towers above his competition. Equipment: None Home Planet: Hera - The planet is now desolate to Garth's knowledge. His race wiped out the planet has little draw to him. Aura/Ki Color: Bright green Special Attacks/Techniques: Galactic Slugger: A ki powered punch that explodes on contact with ferocious might. Used in close combat for a surprising power blow. World Devastator: Two highly condensed ki orbs form in both his hands they combine together to become one massive orb and the orb is launched towards the enemy. The highly condensed nature of the orb makes it hard to reflect. History: Garth has little remembrance of his old life perhaps he was a peaceful man who lived his family, perhaps he was a complete scumbag and everyone hated him. Maybe he even was a freedom fighter fighting for some lost cause. He remember none of it other than the fact that he felt powerless at one point and he couldn't save himself. Garth awoke out of a statis chamber one day in a ship that was being taken over by a group of miners whom had come across it. Garth was the only survivor on the ship the other chambers having run out of power. Having little other choice but to follow the miners back to their planet Garth spent many years helping them before finally deciding he hated the occupation and his lack of knowledge on who he really was and left. He came across a fierce warrior in space whom took him on at Garth's request after he saw him fight off a highly trained group of thugs. A good portion of his life was spent dedicated to learning his craft, and cultivating his own brutal fighting style. While his master was more refined Garth was more inclined to use his sheer raw power to overwhelm. His master trained him to the best of his abilities but he couldn't do much more for him after a point. Garth left his master and continued on traveling with some gangs, and more often than not simply traveling on his own making his living as a bodyguard. Eventually however his luck would all change as he would be forced to join Freiza's army on threat of death. Not wanting to risk his own skin on the off chance Freiza was as strong as he thought he may be Garth agreed to join and was conscripted into the army though he looks for the chance to one day leave.
52,055	1,409	3	1,015	2,826	Xylo Onboard the ship that would forever the associated with the Planet Trade Association and empire of Frieza. At the cabin, where the members of Nox Team, a bit more than a handful, both in numbers and personality wise. Amongst them was the tallest of them all, the green skinned being from an entire galaxy away. Someone who knew full well what power, real power, the kind the likes of Frieza have, was like, he was born from it, he had tasted it, and he wanted it. He was Xylo, a Namekian Mutant - born in Exile, banished from his native planet, and now, he was here, a member of Nox - the Renegades of the Frieza Army. A group a step above the average grunts, yet, far from the elite, like the Ginyu Force, or even Frieza's right hand men, Zarbon and Dodoria. Hell, Xylo had even heard that there were a trio of Saiyans who were still amongst the ranks that were more powerful than the entirety of Nox. Yet, while their power levels might not all be the most impressive, they were a very rare bunch of misfits, from all corners of the universe, and they kept getting the job done, time and time again. He stood there, in the cabin, with the rest of his crew, looking at the planet they were going to invade, to put the population of the planet under their heels, like they had so many times before. To fight, murder and pillage everything they could, all in the name of the Great Lord Frieza. After he was presented as the new leader, the natural choice, really, he stepped forward, to address the questions of Zero - the failed experiment in cloning Frieza, an effort to revitalize the emperor's race. It always surprised Xylo just how alike Zero and the emperor looked, they don't call it cloning for nothing. "We are to exterminate everyone in our path. They are to submit to us, and to the rule of the Planet Trade Organization. No means are off limits. Harm, maim or kill any of the natives in our path. We do not need to take prisoners. ETA till drop is 5 minutes. Enough Chit-Chatting, ready up, Nox. Xylo commanded, as he walked towards the exit of the ship, waiting for it to enter the atmosphere of the planet, so they could land and begin their attack.	Name Xylo Age 30. Gender N/A - He. Race Namekian Appearance 8 Foot tall, very large build, he's taller and wider than most. His skin's green with blue accents, putting him apart from others of his race. Further mutations involve his pupils, as they are cyan and cover his entire eyes. He's got two antenna pointing out of his forehead. He dons the battle armor without any underarmor on his torso, only a tribe-necklace around his neck. He is capable of sensing energy, so therefor he does not wear a scouter. He wears fingerless gloves, loose fighting pants, and Battle Armor Shoes with gold trim at the edge. He carries his blaster on his left hand. His facial features are rough, he's got a sharp chin, his eyes are narrow and deeply lined in black, giving him a rather menacing look. Personality Serious, agressive, proud, sadistic. Most of those traits are not very often found in his people, but Xylo comes from a line of warriors and warlords, all whom have the lust for battle that could match even the most savage race. He's a warrior, proud in his own power, willing to pick a fight with just about anyone who he thinks he can beat. Honor in battle is the little bit of decency he has left. Equipment Necklace. Traditional gear passed down to him from his father, ancient Namekian warrior gear he wears on very special circumstances. Home Planet Namek - Though he is born on a unknown planet in the Southern galaxy. Aura/Ki Color Green. Special Attacks/Techniques Racial and Mutated abilities: Like all Warrior Namekian, Xylo is capable of extending his limbs, growing in size, and regenerating wounds and lost limbs, as well as having naturally good sight and hearing. Thanks to his mutation, he is able to see clearly in near pitchblack darkness, plus being able to much more easily regenerate lost limbs. Demonic Death Finger Technique; Channeling the ki into his fingers, he transfers it into the target to create serious internal damage. Lord Xylo's Wrath; his most powerful technique, an immitation of his father's massive blast fired from his hand. History Xylo's named after his father, one of the survivors of the cataclysm of Namek hundreds of years ago, Lord Xylo fled from Namek to the southern galaxy. Like the Elder of the people, and a handful of others, Lord Xylo is a SuperNamekian - a Demigod. Xylo's the 286th son of The Super Namekian, whom has spawned his own army off of his own genetics, each of them are capable warriors, sent all over the universe to forward Lord Xylo's interests. Xylo was sent to infiltrate a small kingdom on the Island Isberg, a race of savage warriors Xylo learned to fight from, the amphibian warriors was put under Frieza's boot when the Frost Demon came to the planet, and they were absorbed into the empire two years ago, and Xylo with them. Now he's a warrior waiting for the day he can make his father proud, and create an empire of his own, strong enough to rival his fathers. While he is biding his time to when he would have the opportunity to climb the ranks of Frieza, and eventually succeed him, he respects Lord Frieza, but he does not fear him.
52,056	1,409	4	175	3,684	A new day, a new planet, a new mission, and a lot of things to play with. Sitting in a seat with the rest of the squad was Voide, a strange lady creature thing. Voide was another prototype created soldier much like Zero, but instead using some strange ancient monster as inspiration instead of being a clone of Lord Freeza. Out of the whole group, she was easily the leanest and shortest of them all, though not by much due to Zero. Voide wasn't too interested in the mission they were given, she'd much rather go to one of the more glorious Freeza planets and partake in some city life, but an order was an order. While Voide wasn't too thrilled about Xylo being the new squad leader, his 'strength beats all' attitude really annoyed her. But strength was a good thing to have, all things being said. Playing with one of her head tentacles, Voide said "So, I guess thats a 'We go in as a group and have fun' kind of plan then, huh?". She was trying to clarify Xylo's orders, though having no plan wasn't a bad thing. If anything, it would give her an excuse to dart around the battlefield and have some fun. Thinking about fun things, she stopped fiddling with her 'hair' and sighed. "You know, it would be nice if we could join the Ginyu squad. They get lots and lots of time off. Parties and games sound nice." She said, laying back in her chair and looking up at the ceiling.	Name EX-01-VD "Voide" Age Can't be determined. Gender Female Race Bio Warrior Appearance A 1.7 meter tall white humanoid female creature with remarkably smooth skin, a head with tentacles for hair, large black and orange eyes, and small holes along her arms and shoulders. Besides the basic Freeza combat armor, she has trenchcoat tails, formed from her own body as she enjoys the look. She has thin arms with larger forearms and hands than she normally should which end with claw-like fingers. Personality Voide's outward personality is very fun loving, outgoing, honest, and can be mistaken as airheaded at times. While it is true she tends to not consider small consequences, which is apparent with how nihilistic she appears to be about most situations, she hides a sharp intellect. This is more on the Genre Savvy side of things than the technical, so while she can learn about tech, she really can't make any and instead is better at observations and general logic. She tends to be very unreadable in combat. Sometimes she'll be passive and not do much or diffuse the situation, other times she'll think its a game. Either way she tends to not be too serious, as she finds things are too easy if she gets serious, as its just too easy to give someone a bad time. Equipment Basic Freeza Soldier equipment. Home Planet Freeza Planet 420 Freeza isn't very creative with the names of planets he conquers. At least its not Freeza Planet 419, no one ever wants to go to Freeza Planet 419, Not even Freeza... Aura/Ki Color Purple/Black Special Attacks/Techniques Void Shield = Conjures a shield of dark energy around the user. The shield absorbs energy and magic that strikes the shield, adding the power to the user. Shield can overload and break if hit with too powerful of a blast. Void Siphon = Strikes on an opponent steals a bit of their life force. Gooey Body = Can regenerate all parts of their body, including their head. Regeneration happens very quickly, but too much regeneration can lead to exhaustion very fast. Also allows body manipulation and other nifty tricks like being able to control separated body parts. Has a consistency of a mix of a marshmellow and bubblegum. History A prototype for a new breed of warriors, created to match an ancient creature of legend and infused with a mysterious energy found scattered around a planet that was assumed destroyed by the God of Destruction, EX-01-VD, or "Voide" was made to hopefully produce a large amount of renewable soldiers that would hopefully greatly surpass the ginyu force and solidify Lord Freeza's dominance over the universe. This experiment was very ambitious, and when the end result didn't even remotely live up to expectations. The project was scrapped and the prototype was forcibly enlisted into the Freeza Army. Lord Freeza was going to get something out of the project, even if it was just an extra soldier with admittedly strange abilities. And if somehow the prototype actually became useful, the project might even be reinstated.
52,057	1,409	5	310	290	Zero "Understood Captain.", Zero said he then starts tossing his scouter in his hand before putting it on. He steps up to the exit he stares at the it waiting for it to open. He heard the question asked but his main one was already answered so he was ready to get the mission started. 'Exterminate everyone in our path', these words echoed through Zero's mind. 'No means are off limits.' Zero visualizing this scenario in his mind. This sort of thing was one of the things that was drilled into Zero's mind when we was in a growing tank. He asks while waiting for drop, "So what was Lord Frieza uses this place has alloyed used in his forces armor. So potentially we will have maggots in armor?" Zero was filling in the silence while waiting while also collecting more information on the situation. While waiting he did a few stretches, stretching out his arms, and his tail a bit, getting ready for dropping time.	Name Zero Age: technically 2 years old, but is that of 18 Gender: male Race: Cultivated Frieza clan. Genetically created test tube soldiers. Similar to Saibamen, but more advance, created from cells taken from Frieza. The cultivated clan members vary but were designed to have only a small faction of the strength of Frieza if not even weaker Appearance: Personality: He stays to himself most of the time, unless his he trusts someone which is rare as he doesn't trust easily. He does as he is told without question for Frieza and his superiors but it seems he shows regret and mercy. Something that is blamed by a failure byproduct of the cultivation process. Also other things of his personality are also blamed on this, his lacks attitude and general kindness. Equipment: A red scouter, even the ear piece is red, often he takes it off other then that his equipment is very little, unless he is given something he doesn't take much with him. Home Planet: None or rather he comes from one of Freiza's space labs Aura/Ki Color: His aura is a very light red while his Ki energy abilities are bright neon like red Special Attacks/Techniques Basic energy based attacks, able to throw ki charged balls and short little bursts. Charged up he can do a small blast either from combining power with both hands. Extreme Speed tied into his ki, Zero can move at high speeds close to calling himself the red blur. While he cant keep this up for long periods of time, he can do short bursts of very fast speed. A lot slower then instant transmission but fast enough to be rather noticeable. Last Technique or ability is something he keeps to himself and that is a self Ki or energy sensory. Something he was born with and the reason he takes his scouter off as he doesn't need it. While the scouter is faster and makes it easier he can sense it. History: Zero had little choice to join Frieza's army. He was grown from cells extracted from Frieza. He started as a little small tube of liquid. Over two years he was grown, how to battle, destroy and conquer was drove into his mind by advance imagery. His power level clocked at one hundred after the first year of creation. It was going to slow, and the original creation team had a sudden case of angering Frieza followed by rapid replacement. The whole second year Zero got injected with growth hormones and hundreds of other chemicals, he grew fast but his power did not until the end. At the end his power appeared to be only as strong as a simple grunt and no stronger than a Saibamen. Frieza commanded for Zero to get ejected into space as he was a waste of time he was a 'Zero' his power level spiked the moment he went into space outside of the growing chamber. His power spiked too high then quickly died down after he pasted out. Zero taken back to the ship, his power leveled out to a level that 'satisfied' but still ruled as a failure, ultimately Frieza to put Zero on a special squad the Nux Squad.
52,058	1,409	6	668	1,466	The briefing included everyone but a single absentee. Nero was nowhere to be seen, and for him that was actually very odd behavior. He always silently obeyed every order and every regulation without so much as a small groan or complaint. For him to be late was a strange thing indeed. In actuality, he was in the ship's gym. It was here that soldiers trained, usually in sparring matches. The so-called dark elf - however - was alone. He always was. He made a habit of using the training facilities at times when he knew no one else would be present. The less he had to show his face, the better. So there he was, in the gym hanging on one of the bars completing what could easily have been his hundredth or thousandth rep doing chin-ups. His armor was - on this rare occasion - mostly taken off. The breastplate lay on a nearby bench along with his helmet, gloves, and boots. In all honesty, Nero's presence at the briefings were not entirely necessary. The introverted soldier would just quietly obey orders regardless of what the actual mission was. And usually, his orders were almost always the same. His particular... skill set usually earned him the role of "meat shield" for someone else, since the Rylokian easily had the highest endurance and tolerance for pain than anyone else on the ship. Either that or he'd be ordered to flank the enemy position and ambush them from behind with his Ki Blades. Either way, both tasks were things he'd proven countless times to be very good at. There was little reason to have him do anything else, though he obviously would if given the order. He spent a lot of off time in this gym. Where most other soldiers would spend their free time getting a drink, a meal, or even a woman from some shady brothel somewhere... Nero just toiled away in the gym, as if his training somehow needed to be constant and nonstop for some undisclosed reason. The truth was simply that he didn't know what else to do. The only instinct he had was to follow orders, and nothing else mattered. In essence, much of Nero's free time was spent simply waiting for new orders... him passing the time with little else but training and exercise.	Name Nero Age Unknown Gender Male Race Rylokian (Other races call them the Dark Elves due to their appearance) Appearance An enigmatic figure, shrouded in mystery - Nero wears a dark colored elite model RIT armor. Unlike most models, Nero's is worn over a full-body jumpsuit, black in color and has no plates for his shoulders or thighs so as to offer maximum mobility. The other unique aspect of Nero's armor is the helmet... completely covering his head and fully masking his face. This is for a good reason, apparently, since Nero's face is horribly scarred to the point of disfigurement. It looks like he suffered severe burns on one side while being cut apart on the other. Even his right ear looks as if it had a chunk of it bitten off by something. Otherwise, Nero has dark bluish-gray skin and golden-amber eyes... though the left one appears glazed over as if blinded by something. His ears are oblong and pointed, and because of this particular feature other races usually call him a Dark Elf, even though he really isn't an elf of any kind. Nero stands at an average 5' 10'' and weighs around 180 pounds. He's isn't particularly muscular or imposing, preferring a sleeker build almost designed for speed and agility over raw power. His hair, reduced to a minimalistic mohawk, is mostly silver. Personality Nero is - quite literally - a man of few words. If he does speak, it's always brief, blunt, and to the point. With his voice sounding like some kind of disfigured chain smoker, it's entirely possible that speaking is physically painful for his throat. Nero has been oft described as a "robot of a man", due mostly to his unique battle armor and tendency to quietly follow orders like a cold-hearted machine. But could there have once been a different person underneath the helmet and scars? Maybe even someone who was once brave and heroic? Equipment Apart from his battle armor, Nero's helmet apparently has a scouter built into it. Other than that, he is not overly reliant on gear and equipment. Home Planet Rylark Aura/Ki Color Crimson Red Special Attacks/Techniques Nova Flare: The user's Ki is concentrated into a bright light that is then unleashed as a blinding flash all around them. This has the effect of temporarily blinding and/or stunning those unfortunate enough for the light to shine in their eyes. It shares similarities with Tien Shinhan's Solar Flare technique, but has notable differences. Namely, it can effect multiple targets around the user as opposed to only one target. The blinding flash is also centered on the user's body rather than relying on an existing source of sunlight. Ki Blades: Nero rarely uses his Ki for projectile attacks. Instead he specializes in shaping his Ki energy into a pair of energy blades. These blades share the same red color as his aura, and can apparently deflect smaller Ki blasts. They are also supposedly able to cut a larger energy beam in two. There is a precedent for slicing beams, but it requires that the blades be channeled with a higher power level than that of the attack they are cutting into. Nova Slicer: A flurry of high-speed strikes utilizing the Ki Blades, and Nero's signature technique. The power of the attack is not from any single strike, as Nero's attacks for this technique are weak individually. The true damaging power from the technique comes from the attacks not only being blindingly fast, but quite numerous as well. Once the technique gets going, it's nearly impossible for it to lose steam or be stopped. However, this also means that the technique must ideally be used against an enemy that has already been stunned, otherwise the technique is far less effective. History Everything before Frieza is a massive blur. He's not not even sure if Nero is his actual name or one Frieza's scientists simply gave him. Sometimes he can recall bits and pieces, but something in his brain inflicts a great of deal of pain to his head until he tunes it out. Nero is almost a textbook definition of a brainwashed soldier, part of an experiment performed by Frieza's scientific officers. The truth starts several years ago, on the Planet Rylark. It's elf-like inhabitants, with their slender frames and sharp intellects, favored engineering and politics over fighting and making war. Many of these people were known to be devious schemers, not above making back-alley deals or backstabbing their would-be allies to further their own interests. The elf-like Rylokians were not all like this, but Rylark was by and large ruled those sort of minds. Little wonder then, that the Planet Trade Organization had minimal trouble in conquering vast portions of the planet. Some say one of the Rylokians sold out his own people in the hopes of being spared from death or enslavement, or even promised a hefty payment not unlike Judas of biblical infamy. When the Planet Trade Organization was on the verge of taking the Rylokian capital city, their progress was suddenly slowed... almost halted. An unexpected resistance force seemingly sprung out from nowhere and made war against their would-be conquerors, led by one named Nero. Nero was born in the lower class, and so his life was a struggle from the very beginning. Unlike those of higher status, a lowborn like Nero had to fight and claw his way through life just to survive, much less make a name for himself. He managed to enlist in the Rylokian Police Force, even advancing as far as joining their elite squad. Unknown to the ruling class, the years of corruption and backstabbing was causing a underground resistance movement to begin stirring. Nero himself was part of it, and his position in the Force as well as his cunning tactical mind earned him leadership of the movement. Truth be told, they were planning a coup in order to purge Rylark of its current corrupt government. They might have even succeeded, but were forced to come out of hiding in order to deal with the unexpected invasion force. The Rylokians, though outnumbered and outgunned by the PTO, managed to keep them at bay an impressively long time, thanks in large part to Nero's leadership. Soon though, Frieza became impatient and frustrated that this planet of supposed conniving cowards were not only lasting this long, but making his own men look like fools, which of course reflected on him as well. The reputably petty Frieza decided that if these so-called freedom fighters wanted to die for their planet so much, then they would die with it. Frieza personally blew up the planet himself, his overwhelming power level was more than enough to do so. However, Frieza felt that wasn't quite enough. Before destroying, he wanted whoever was leading this planet's resistance captured alive in order to prolong their punishment. Taking no chances he sent an elite squad of warriors of his own to do the job: The Ginyu Force. They - of course - accomplished their task with relative ease, though not from a lack of trying on Nero's part. He tried his damnedest to put up a fight, but after the Ginyu's wiped out his men with ease, they were simply too powerful for him to handle alone. Captured, and with his planet now destroyed, the injured Nero was brought before Frieza. He expected to be executed, made an example of, but Frieza simply smiled. Why simply kill the rebel? Frieza reasoned that simply killing him would be far too merciful. No, he wanted the Dark Elf to remain alive... to suffer. He gave his new prisoner to his scientific division, telling them that their next assignment was to use whatever means they could devise to torture Nero, break him until he was little more than a living tool for his use. Nero lost track of how long he'd been captured sometime after the tortures started. They were horrific, brutal, and downright hellish. He would be sliced open, practically dissected while still alive, or burned or torn apart. Instead of dying, the scientists just threw him into a rejuvenation chamber. Not enough to heal him, but enough to keep him from dying so that the "experiments" could continue. The thing about torture, was that sometimes - after enduring it long enough - a person could develop a sort of tolerance for it. Nero stopped screaming altogether after a certain point, the pain having become second nature to him. In response to this, the scientists decided to test him. They asked him where his loyalty lied... and he responded with a cold and broken, "Frieza." The experiment was a success. What was once a soldier and tactician was now a cold, broken, downright soulless shell of himself. He just followed commands... no questions nor any form of hesitation or defiance. Frieza had gotten exactly what he wanted. The tortures left him with rather startling tolerance for physical pain and... his power level had somehow also been increased from the experience, perhaps from the sheer amount of endurance and stamina that would have been built up through it. So he was given battle armor, and a customized helmet with a built-in scouter in order to mask his horribly scarred face. After that, Frieza simply had him assigned to Nux team. Not for any particular reason other than it was perhaps the first place that popped into his head.
52,059	1,409	7	1,258	2,264	Yuudai The female was about to mention the plan but it seemed that Xylo was taking to his new role rather well, it made her think that he may have had experience of some kind? Either way it seemed that they were heading towards their drop pods, of which were starting to be prepped by the techs and set up for all of them to get ready to leave. Though while they were waiting the armored woman turned around to face the group and look them over to see if they were battle ready and also answer a few questions. "It is possible that the people of the planet are dressed in left over or newly made armors, maybe even prototypes depending on how may of them are with the rebels. So to avoid confusion I suggest keeping in the same team until our leader speaks otherwise." Tossing the tablet towards one of the techs she noticed the drop pods finally ready, and she started to turn and make her way towards her own but made sure she was along side of Xylo. "You know this is meant to be a suicide mission. Nothing but a distraction right?" Yuu whispered to him before listening for a answer and entering into her drop pod, settling the bulk of her armor into the cushioned seat of the sphere. Slowly the doors closed in on her, her face and a small golden glow showing from behind the visor of her helm, the excitement of battle, no matter what its purpose, was exciting. Once everyone was within their pods they shot out of the ship at a intense speed towards the planet, burning brightly within the atmosphere of the planet as they made their decent! The skies above the planet were alight with blaster fire, heavy cannons fired blasts up into orbit, attempting to clip the pods, but they were far to small as they finally slammed into the ground! The sheer impact caused large craters that Decimated the small village that they landed within, kicking up a cloud of thick red dust.	Name Yuudai Age 33 Gender Female Race ??? Appearance Yuudai's appearance, like her race, is a mystery to all for some reason due to the very fact that she always seems to be wearing a full heavy set of battle armor, that covers the forearms and shins along with the normal chest guard, that encloses her entire body. The right arm is in fact much more armored than the left once. The armor is white and the jumpsuit under it has a blackened color to it. {The helm is like this but with the black part over the fact and covering it from view.}. A few things that can be made out about the woman, such as she holds a very prideful and strong stance at all times even in front of superiors. The armor also contains a space for what seems to be a fully armored tail section which she makes use of in battle as well as for several mundane things such as teasing people. She stands at a not so impressive height of 5'5 and is rather sensitive about it, but from what parts are not covered in armor one can clearly tell that she is a rather toned warrior under it all. Personality Yuu is completely honest and straightforward, and is not hesitant to say things that are on her mind or need to be said. She does not downplay with her words and says what she feels needs to be said when confronted. However she does tease her words up now and then and sometimes mentions childish thoughts with a serious face, or the other way around. She loves good military gear and enjoying training her body. Her love for fighting however, has proven to be dangerous since she often dares the higher ups to sparing matches, the reason is that she constantly defeats weaker opponents without exertion and real effort, which leads to her frustrations and so in turn she seeks out more powerful enemies. When something comes up that she doesn't want to take part in or she dislikes the subject of conversation such as constant studying she pretends to fall asleep in her armor, though sometimes it turns into a real nap without meaning too. Though she dislikes studying, like anything else if she puts all her effort into something she achieves it. Yuu finds that flirting and teasing other females is fun and helps her to relax at times. She claims to do so since there are no guys around who catch her attention, with the majority of them being too intimidated to talk to her, too childish, or just not on her level in her opinion. Equipment Full set of heavy body armor w/helm 247 Lord Frieza credits Wrist mounted blaster Home Planet Unknown Aura/Ki Color Purple Special Attacks/Techniques Shi-Ku-Ra A technique developed by Yuu's skill at ki manipulation. A extremely focused javelin of Ki is formed whose point is designed to pierce anything in its wake, though its power is of course based on the user. This can then be thrown based on the users ki power and strength. This can also be formed on the arm to enable a bunker buster type of move as well. Full Power Energy Blast Volley A flurry of full power ki blasts Slicer Detonation Covering the limb in a light ki akin to aura the user is able to 'draw a line' with the following attack. At this point the point of attack is able to be 'detonated' at any point, though does fade with time and those that use enough aura are able to 'burn' it off. History A long time ago Yuudai was once the tribe leader of her people, fighting back against the troops that had been sent to take over her planet. Though compared to the tide of disposable troops her people were few in number, and soon got tired, then soon after fell to the ongoing attacks. After her planet was taken over, like many before her, Yuudai was found beaten and bruised on the field of battle. Deciding to make use of the woman they healed her back to full and then locked her within a suit of armor to make sure that her people would not see their former leader still alive. Joining up with Nux team she became their tactical adviser, yet she feels like something seems a little... off about the team that assembled, as if they were placed onto the same ship all together for a reason, still she just continues to do what she is told, for her people.
52,060	1,409	8	310	290	Zero The pods decent down to the planet inside one was Zero. He closes his eyes out feeling out the planet and while getting lost in thoughts, 'Why do they rebel when they will only die? They are weak they don't stand a chance against the forces of Frieza then why...no matter how many times this has happened everyone falls to Frieza. There is no choice, no freedom, there is only Frieza's will. Every rebellion is the same but yet I don't feel any hatred towards them. I envy them...but my freedom will never be...' Knocked from his thoughts as a cannon blast goes right by his pod. Zero's eyes open as the pod his the ground and the impact threw away his thoughts now it was time for the mission. He punches the hatch open ripping the pod door off before the locks could disengage Zero had no real regard for the space pods and keeping them in one piece. He was told there were no limitations to this assault. The sooner he is out of his pod, the sooner he can start the mission and that is what matters. Stepping up and out of pod he starts to build up energy getting ready to move out the moment the rest of the squad emerges. Looking to go at high speeds should the Slucks decide on a preemptive strike. Especially with his Frieza like appearance, which a whole wide variety of reactions can come from and a lot of them not good.	Name Zero Age: technically 2 years old, but is that of 18 Gender: male Race: Cultivated Frieza clan. Genetically created test tube soldiers. Similar to Saibamen, but more advance, created from cells taken from Frieza. The cultivated clan members vary but were designed to have only a small faction of the strength of Frieza if not even weaker Appearance: Personality: He stays to himself most of the time, unless his he trusts someone which is rare as he doesn't trust easily. He does as he is told without question for Frieza and his superiors but it seems he shows regret and mercy. Something that is blamed by a failure byproduct of the cultivation process. Also other things of his personality are also blamed on this, his lacks attitude and general kindness. Equipment: A red scouter, even the ear piece is red, often he takes it off other then that his equipment is very little, unless he is given something he doesn't take much with him. Home Planet: None or rather he comes from one of Freiza's space labs Aura/Ki Color: His aura is a very light red while his Ki energy abilities are bright neon like red Special Attacks/Techniques Basic energy based attacks, able to throw ki charged balls and short little bursts. Charged up he can do a small blast either from combining power with both hands. Extreme Speed tied into his ki, Zero can move at high speeds close to calling himself the red blur. While he cant keep this up for long periods of time, he can do short bursts of very fast speed. A lot slower then instant transmission but fast enough to be rather noticeable. Last Technique or ability is something he keeps to himself and that is a self Ki or energy sensory. Something he was born with and the reason he takes his scouter off as he doesn't need it. While the scouter is faster and makes it easier he can sense it. History: Zero had little choice to join Frieza's army. He was grown from cells extracted from Frieza. He started as a little small tube of liquid. Over two years he was grown, how to battle, destroy and conquer was drove into his mind by advance imagery. His power level clocked at one hundred after the first year of creation. It was going to slow, and the original creation team had a sudden case of angering Frieza followed by rapid replacement. The whole second year Zero got injected with growth hormones and hundreds of other chemicals, he grew fast but his power did not until the end. At the end his power appeared to be only as strong as a simple grunt and no stronger than a Saibamen. Frieza commanded for Zero to get ejected into space as he was a waste of time he was a 'Zero' his power level spiked the moment he went into space outside of the growing chamber. His power spiked too high then quickly died down after he pasted out. Zero taken back to the ship, his power leveled out to a level that 'satisfied' but still ruled as a failure, ultimately Frieza to put Zero on a special squad the Nux Squad.
52,061	1,409	9	2,595	7,032	Garth stood up from his seat and cracked his knuckles. He was ready to beat some trash into oblivion if need be. Death was easier to deal onto others than a good beating though. He didn't need to hold back in that case and when Garth was at his full power he was, or at least felt, invincible. He waited his turn he wouldn't leave first he'd let the others see what was going on before he left the pod. "Well what are we waiting for? A gift card? A warm welcome? Get out there and let's get our job done with. I'd like to not buy new clothes when we get back to the barracks." Garth grumbled showing off how little he thought of the situation.	Name: Garth Age: ??? Gender: Male Race: Hera Appearance: Muscular, and with a well honed body Garth is very intimidating and stands at a massive 7'1 in height. He has blue skin and orange hair typical to his race though his hair is messy and short cut. He has dark green eyes and no facial hair of note. He wears a loose white shirt and black jacket. His pants are puffy and white. Personality: Brutal as a combatant and completely blunt Garth is unfriendly and very much to the point. He doesn't like talking, and he loathes 'sharing his inner feelings'. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and rarely hides anything. He is loyal to no one, He only shoes respect to people who are either stronger than him or he views as worth being respected. He only respects dedication, inner fortitude, and the will to keep fighting. Anyone who is weak willed, or greedy is beneath his own notice. Likewise he himself only seeks to gain more, and more strength but not political strength only physical so that he could grow stronger, and find his real self if such even exists any longer. He is not afraid to fight dirty and lie if need be. He has no sense of mercy, or kindness only pragmatism. He won't hurt someone just because he's cruel. He'd hurt some because their in his warpath. To Garth the whole universe is just one giant path to inner strength that he so desperately wants to gain himself. Not to avenge his planet, or anyone. But because he wants to simply be a stronger individual who towers above his competition. Equipment: None Home Planet: Hera - The planet is now desolate to Garth's knowledge. His race wiped out the planet has little draw to him. Aura/Ki Color: Bright green Special Attacks/Techniques: Galactic Slugger: A ki powered punch that explodes on contact with ferocious might. Used in close combat for a surprising power blow. World Devastator: Two highly condensed ki orbs form in both his hands they combine together to become one massive orb and the orb is launched towards the enemy. The highly condensed nature of the orb makes it hard to reflect. History: Garth has little remembrance of his old life perhaps he was a peaceful man who lived his family, perhaps he was a complete scumbag and everyone hated him. Maybe he even was a freedom fighter fighting for some lost cause. He remember none of it other than the fact that he felt powerless at one point and he couldn't save himself. Garth awoke out of a statis chamber one day in a ship that was being taken over by a group of miners whom had come across it. Garth was the only survivor on the ship the other chambers having run out of power. Having little other choice but to follow the miners back to their planet Garth spent many years helping them before finally deciding he hated the occupation and his lack of knowledge on who he really was and left. He came across a fierce warrior in space whom took him on at Garth's request after he saw him fight off a highly trained group of thugs. A good portion of his life was spent dedicated to learning his craft, and cultivating his own brutal fighting style. While his master was more refined Garth was more inclined to use his sheer raw power to overwhelm. His master trained him to the best of his abilities but he couldn't do much more for him after a point. Garth left his master and continued on traveling with some gangs, and more often than not simply traveling on his own making his living as a bodyguard. Eventually however his luck would all change as he would be forced to join Freiza's army on threat of death. Not wanting to risk his own skin on the off chance Freiza was as strong as he thought he may be Garth agreed to join and was conscripted into the army though he looks for the chance to one day leave.
52,062	1,409	10	1,258	2,264	Once everyone was within their pods they shot out of the ship at a intense speed towards the planet, burning brightly within the atmosphere of the planet as they made their decent! The skies above the planet were alight with blaster fire, heavy cannons fired blasts up into orbit, attempting to clip the pods, but they were far to small as they finally slammed into the ground! The sheer impact caused large craters that Decimated the small village that they landed within, kicking up a cloud of thick red dust. While the red dust cloud hung in the air of the rocky canyon that the town laid within, it was all deathly silent. The people they were facing were no fools, as the village had long since been evacuated of the sluck that once lived here, leaving it nothing more than a ghost town. Though this did not mean that it did not hold a hint of danger, as a group of rebels were moving in on the pods location, aimming to catch them just as they were exiting their pods. Though the clouds covered their approach and no one of higher rank was there with a scouter to allow them to simply open fire, as they knew full well their blasters would not dent the pods. Suddenly the cloud was pushed away by the escaping air of the pods as they started to open, allowing team Nox to exit. "Halts~~~ You are sssrounded!" As the hissing voice sounded out the poorly armed rebels, looking nothing more than civilians with blasters and bare bones armor, sprung their trap and at least twenty of them popped out of hiding to point their weapons towards the team. Their trigger fingers were awfully jumpy, nerves it seemed... Yuudai Grabbed the side of her pod as it opened, allowing her to pull herself out into the red canyon, her scouter helm pinging what it could, noticing the rebels but it was a little too late for that it seemed. Giving off a sigh as the group was surrounded she ignored what the rebels were saying and looked towards the others. "I think everyone knows their orders. Use your scouters, spread out to deal with them before coming back here. try to capture one alive." She commented, pointing her blaster towards the ground, giving a firm nod towards everyone and then firing! The blast from the attack sent out another cloud, but this time the rebels did not wait as a flurryof blaster fire, but unable to see them it was highly inaccurate.	Name Yuudai Age 33 Gender Female Race ??? Appearance Yuudai's appearance, like her race, is a mystery to all for some reason due to the very fact that she always seems to be wearing a full heavy set of battle armor, that covers the forearms and shins along with the normal chest guard, that encloses her entire body. The right arm is in fact much more armored than the left once. The armor is white and the jumpsuit under it has a blackened color to it. {The helm is like this but with the black part over the fact and covering it from view.}. A few things that can be made out about the woman, such as she holds a very prideful and strong stance at all times even in front of superiors. The armor also contains a space for what seems to be a fully armored tail section which she makes use of in battle as well as for several mundane things such as teasing people. She stands at a not so impressive height of 5'5 and is rather sensitive about it, but from what parts are not covered in armor one can clearly tell that she is a rather toned warrior under it all. Personality Yuu is completely honest and straightforward, and is not hesitant to say things that are on her mind or need to be said. She does not downplay with her words and says what she feels needs to be said when confronted. However she does tease her words up now and then and sometimes mentions childish thoughts with a serious face, or the other way around. She loves good military gear and enjoying training her body. Her love for fighting however, has proven to be dangerous since she often dares the higher ups to sparing matches, the reason is that she constantly defeats weaker opponents without exertion and real effort, which leads to her frustrations and so in turn she seeks out more powerful enemies. When something comes up that she doesn't want to take part in or she dislikes the subject of conversation such as constant studying she pretends to fall asleep in her armor, though sometimes it turns into a real nap without meaning too. Though she dislikes studying, like anything else if she puts all her effort into something she achieves it. Yuu finds that flirting and teasing other females is fun and helps her to relax at times. She claims to do so since there are no guys around who catch her attention, with the majority of them being too intimidated to talk to her, too childish, or just not on her level in her opinion. Equipment Full set of heavy body armor w/helm 247 Lord Frieza credits Wrist mounted blaster Home Planet Unknown Aura/Ki Color Purple Special Attacks/Techniques Shi-Ku-Ra A technique developed by Yuu's skill at ki manipulation. A extremely focused javelin of Ki is formed whose point is designed to pierce anything in its wake, though its power is of course based on the user. This can then be thrown based on the users ki power and strength. This can also be formed on the arm to enable a bunker buster type of move as well. Full Power Energy Blast Volley A flurry of full power ki blasts Slicer Detonation Covering the limb in a light ki akin to aura the user is able to 'draw a line' with the following attack. At this point the point of attack is able to be 'detonated' at any point, though does fade with time and those that use enough aura are able to 'burn' it off. History A long time ago Yuudai was once the tribe leader of her people, fighting back against the troops that had been sent to take over her planet. Though compared to the tide of disposable troops her people were few in number, and soon got tired, then soon after fell to the ongoing attacks. After her planet was taken over, like many before her, Yuudai was found beaten and bruised on the field of battle. Deciding to make use of the woman they healed her back to full and then locked her within a suit of armor to make sure that her people would not see their former leader still alive. Joining up with Nux team she became their tactical adviser, yet she feels like something seems a little... off about the team that assembled, as if they were placed onto the same ship all together for a reason, still she just continues to do what she is told, for her people.
52,063	1,409	11	310	290	Zero "Try to capture one alive.", This order shocked Zero but it was clear slaughter them and keep one alive if possible. He grunts in acknowledgement to the orders. Zero then releases the energy stored in his body in a quick burst of speed, turning into a red blur like flash. Dashing up and out of the crater and towards the rebel forces. Trying to use his speed to use his quick burst of speed along with the dust cloud that got created to give him the element of surprise. Zero rushing in literally head first into battle looking to gore one of the rebel soldiers with his horns, meanwhile using his other extremities to fight as well. Trying to use his tail to grab one of the soldiers looking to wrap his tail around someone's throat looking to get an advantage over two rebels. One he is hoping to kill the other he could possible take alive if not use as a meat shield from energy blasts. The plan seems simple in his head but that's it the Slucks can't keep up with his speed and if the quick rush from the dust cloud did its job.	Name Zero Age: technically 2 years old, but is that of 18 Gender: male Race: Cultivated Frieza clan. Genetically created test tube soldiers. Similar to Saibamen, but more advance, created from cells taken from Frieza. The cultivated clan members vary but were designed to have only a small faction of the strength of Frieza if not even weaker Appearance: Personality: He stays to himself most of the time, unless his he trusts someone which is rare as he doesn't trust easily. He does as he is told without question for Frieza and his superiors but it seems he shows regret and mercy. Something that is blamed by a failure byproduct of the cultivation process. Also other things of his personality are also blamed on this, his lacks attitude and general kindness. Equipment: A red scouter, even the ear piece is red, often he takes it off other then that his equipment is very little, unless he is given something he doesn't take much with him. Home Planet: None or rather he comes from one of Freiza's space labs Aura/Ki Color: His aura is a very light red while his Ki energy abilities are bright neon like red Special Attacks/Techniques Basic energy based attacks, able to throw ki charged balls and short little bursts. Charged up he can do a small blast either from combining power with both hands. Extreme Speed tied into his ki, Zero can move at high speeds close to calling himself the red blur. While he cant keep this up for long periods of time, he can do short bursts of very fast speed. A lot slower then instant transmission but fast enough to be rather noticeable. Last Technique or ability is something he keeps to himself and that is a self Ki or energy sensory. Something he was born with and the reason he takes his scouter off as he doesn't need it. While the scouter is faster and makes it easier he can sense it. History: Zero had little choice to join Frieza's army. He was grown from cells extracted from Frieza. He started as a little small tube of liquid. Over two years he was grown, how to battle, destroy and conquer was drove into his mind by advance imagery. His power level clocked at one hundred after the first year of creation. It was going to slow, and the original creation team had a sudden case of angering Frieza followed by rapid replacement. The whole second year Zero got injected with growth hormones and hundreds of other chemicals, he grew fast but his power did not until the end. At the end his power appeared to be only as strong as a simple grunt and no stronger than a Saibamen. Frieza commanded for Zero to get ejected into space as he was a waste of time he was a 'Zero' his power level spiked the moment he went into space outside of the growing chamber. His power spiked too high then quickly died down after he pasted out. Zero taken back to the ship, his power leveled out to a level that 'satisfied' but still ruled as a failure, ultimately Frieza to put Zero on a special squad the Nux Squad.
52,064	1,409	12	2,595	7,032	I make as many promises as I can keep. I won't make that one but I'll try. Garth grumbled as he put on the damnable purple scouter that he had to use in order to find his enemies. Taking off into the sky with a green swirl of ki behind him Garth began his strategy. He wasn't exactly fond of missions where he had to search and destroy. He much preferred the destroy aspect. It was so much more simpler if he could just point out his target and wipe them all off the map with a well orchestrated bomb shell. Hell most enemies could barely stand a punch from his let alone one of his more potent techniques. Life as a soldier was as thrilling as a box of already eaten chocolates. Regardless as soon as he made his way a reasonable distance into the air he opened his hand and extended his arm outward and unleashed a half dozen ki blasts in the general vicinity of where a group of rebels were located.	Name: Garth Age: ??? Gender: Male Race: Hera Appearance: Muscular, and with a well honed body Garth is very intimidating and stands at a massive 7'1 in height. He has blue skin and orange hair typical to his race though his hair is messy and short cut. He has dark green eyes and no facial hair of note. He wears a loose white shirt and black jacket. His pants are puffy and white. Personality: Brutal as a combatant and completely blunt Garth is unfriendly and very much to the point. He doesn't like talking, and he loathes 'sharing his inner feelings'. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and rarely hides anything. He is loyal to no one, He only shoes respect to people who are either stronger than him or he views as worth being respected. He only respects dedication, inner fortitude, and the will to keep fighting. Anyone who is weak willed, or greedy is beneath his own notice. Likewise he himself only seeks to gain more, and more strength but not political strength only physical so that he could grow stronger, and find his real self if such even exists any longer. He is not afraid to fight dirty and lie if need be. He has no sense of mercy, or kindness only pragmatism. He won't hurt someone just because he's cruel. He'd hurt some because their in his warpath. To Garth the whole universe is just one giant path to inner strength that he so desperately wants to gain himself. Not to avenge his planet, or anyone. But because he wants to simply be a stronger individual who towers above his competition. Equipment: None Home Planet: Hera - The planet is now desolate to Garth's knowledge. His race wiped out the planet has little draw to him. Aura/Ki Color: Bright green Special Attacks/Techniques: Galactic Slugger: A ki powered punch that explodes on contact with ferocious might. Used in close combat for a surprising power blow. World Devastator: Two highly condensed ki orbs form in both his hands they combine together to become one massive orb and the orb is launched towards the enemy. The highly condensed nature of the orb makes it hard to reflect. History: Garth has little remembrance of his old life perhaps he was a peaceful man who lived his family, perhaps he was a complete scumbag and everyone hated him. Maybe he even was a freedom fighter fighting for some lost cause. He remember none of it other than the fact that he felt powerless at one point and he couldn't save himself. Garth awoke out of a statis chamber one day in a ship that was being taken over by a group of miners whom had come across it. Garth was the only survivor on the ship the other chambers having run out of power. Having little other choice but to follow the miners back to their planet Garth spent many years helping them before finally deciding he hated the occupation and his lack of knowledge on who he really was and left. He came across a fierce warrior in space whom took him on at Garth's request after he saw him fight off a highly trained group of thugs. A good portion of his life was spent dedicated to learning his craft, and cultivating his own brutal fighting style. While his master was more refined Garth was more inclined to use his sheer raw power to overwhelm. His master trained him to the best of his abilities but he couldn't do much more for him after a point. Garth left his master and continued on traveling with some gangs, and more often than not simply traveling on his own making his living as a bodyguard. Eventually however his luck would all change as he would be forced to join Freiza's army on threat of death. Not wanting to risk his own skin on the off chance Freiza was as strong as he thought he may be Garth agreed to join and was conscripted into the army though he looks for the chance to one day leave.
52,065	1,410	0	1,489	1,400	The Island of Frux, where a great fruit festival is held every year is expecting a large amount of business this year. Frux is a moderately sized island (though some call it back water) with an average sized Marine based Fort on it. They held this festival every year in order to spread the much needed fruit to those who need it, though some instead chose to sell the fruit instead to the highest bidders for a profit. The Marines had allowed this as it seemed that many black market deals were made on the island for the trade of Devil Fruit, and the easiest way to confiscate these fruits for the Marine’s use, was to convince the sellers to sell, for top dollar of course. The sellers would usually not see the light of day, as it was a trap, but nary a soul suspected such a thing from the Marines. Because of this, many high ranking members of the Marines would arrive to the island, though due to its small size, only a select few would show up. Sometimes a traveling performance group would arrive as well, putting on a show for those arriving and earning a hefty sum as well. Many travelers would come to share tales of their adventures and wealth, some of locations of supposed secrets, some to test their mettle against others. A few ships would even come in to look for new crew members, and on one rare occasion, pirates would attack the island, but that’s in the past. Pan had managed to get the day off, just before the actual festival were to kick off. He was happy, as it seemed like a lot of work, and as a lowly private, he’d end up on cleaning duty to make sure everything was spick and span. He quickly headed down into town, enjoying the sights and sounds, and gazing upon the various Jolly Rogers around town. It was always interesting to see the creativity of the people and pirates that came along. He was off duty, and didn’t particularly care about dealing with pirates. At least for today. Even pirates know better than to cause a ruckus around here, especially now. “Hey, Marine guy!” He heard a slurred voice yell at him from behind. Pan turned around, remembering that his casual clothes were still in the laundry and he was only missing his MARINE hat. “I’m actually off d-“ “No no no, I’m gonna- d-did you? Anyways, I’m feelin’ a riddle loudy right now. “ “I’m sorry sir, a Riddle?” Pan said confused. “I’ve got a 50,000 Beri Bounty on me. I’m the strongest man on the Weast Blue.” The burly man said sounding as if he was about to hurl. “50?” Pan said, a little worried. “50,000 Beri?” “That’s right. I am Samson LeArm!” He said before lunging for the boy, and then falling over immediately. “Uh…sir?” Pan asked before noticing the man was snoring heavily. He then sighed heavily as he bent down to carry the man off the street. “Wait, don’t touch him.” A woman’s voice from behind said. “Bu-“ Pan began, but was cut off. “Here, use these gloves. He ate the Glug Glug fruit.” The tall muscular woman said to him. “What’s that do?” Pan asked placing on the gloves. “It’s an odd power. He has the ability to turn anything he drinks, or any liquid he touches into alchohol. Just touching his sweat will get you tipsy.” The woman said as she began lugging the large man to the side with Pan’s help. “Thank you, Mrs…?” Pan said shaking the woman’s gloved hand after the ordeal was done. “Name’s Aida Clementine, love. You can call me Aida. I run the fruit pirate ship.” She said smiling. Pan gasped for a moment, “Now, now, don’t get me wrong, there are some good pirates out there, and some bad ones. I am simply a pirate that brings Fruit to those in need. Of course, a little extra money is never a bad thing.” She says trying to calm Pan down. “Thank you Aida. I’m Pan Alwida. I’m currently in the marines.” “Hah.” She began, thinking about how a Pirate and Marine worked together just now. “See, this is the kind of thing the whole world needs. It’s not black or white, who’s right or wrong. It’s about what the end result is.” “That’s a very good way to look at it.” Pan began. “Like with me, I joined the marines to look for my older sister.” “Can’t go wrong with family.” Aida said. “I gotta go meet with some head honchoes.” She said trying to end the conversation nicely. “I have my cart here, and I’m supposed to be selling to one of the captains here.” She said patting the cart beside her now. “Oi! Aida the fruit woman! I heard about your ship!" A scraggily voice came. "I'm here to buy all your fruit. My crews on the verge of scurvy." A large pale blue bearded male pirate said. "Ugh. You again." Aida said, Pan turning to watch. "Look Bloo, I told you I'm not giving you that fruit. Besides, I have to give a fair amount of the rest of the fruit to all the other islands." “Wait. Bloo? Like Bluebeard of 1000 Weapons?” Pan asked. The pirate gave a hearty laugh as three more pirates soon flanked him. "That's right, The Scariest Pirate in East Blue, and unlike our friend over there, I actually do have a high bounty. 5,000,000 berries So you better run kid." "No! I may be off duty, but it is my job to protect the people from Pirates." The pirate laughed and pulled out a pistol to Pan's head. "Start running kid." Bluebeard said pulling the trigger. In that instant, Pan drew his sword, and then Samson had a sudden burst of consciousness in which he pushed the boy out of the way yelling, "No, he's my fight!" then passing out once more. Pan crashed into the fruit cart, the pirates yelling as they drew weapons to attack Samson and Pan, when they all stopped. Pan looked up as the fruit began to fall on him. He opened his mouth wide in shock as the large melons and such began to pelt him. But the pirates stopped because a strange swirl patterned fruit began to fall, right into Pan's mouth. All the pirates yelled in surprise as the fruit was swallowed whole. Aida was wide eyed! “That was the special fruit I was hiding to give to the Captain at the Marines!” She yelled Bluebeard quickly pulled the kid up and began punching him in the gut. "Spit it out! Spit it out!" He yelled, the third punch going straight through his stomach as the boy melted around his arm. "Ugh! What kind of fruit did he eat?" Blue beard yelled as the new pile of goop moved around in confusion and began to try and reform. “That’s the Puni Puni Fruit! It turns it’s user into a gooman!” “What use would the Marines have for that?!” Blue beard yelled in confusion, before noticing the goo was now the lower half of Pan and began running. "Quick boss, if you grab another fruit and kill him, the devil fruit might reincarnate in that." "Right." Blue Beard yelled as he grabbed a melon off the ground. "First one to kill him, gets 20000 berries! We’ll be rich if we get that devil fruit!" He yelled. The three pirates ran towards the now fleeing goo legs and torso. Blue beard pulled his gun once more to fire, when Samson tackled him and fell asleep. "Get, off me!" Bluebeard yelled as he tried to struggle out of the man's sleeping grasp. The other pirates continued without him. Aida ran after Pan. “Wait! Come back!” Bluebeard yelled. “No way, I’m not letting you kill that sweet boy. Besides, he’s a marine, I still have to collect my commission!” Aida yelled back as the chase continue.	Name: Melany Hunnir Age: 17 Species: Human Gender: FeMale Appearance: Melanie looks pretty much like this , but the pads in her armor are dark red. She'll usually wear a loose fitting dress over this when she's not in a battle type situation. Weapons and/or Devil Fruit: Melanie is trained in Nin-Ninjitsu a form of martial arts her parents learned in the East. Her weapon of choice is the Kunai which she uses for hand to hand combat, throwing, and scaling walls. Her greatest strength, however, would be her knowledge of chemicals which she uses to create a variety of weapons and potions. This includes: smoke bombs, flash bombs, concussive bombs, bombs filled with hallucinogenic gases, sleep gas bombs, etc, etc. History: Melanie was born to two loving parents who always hid something from her. Every day , for as long as she could remember she'd find them in the mornings looking towards the East, longing in their eyes. This went on till one day she woke up alone in a forest with a piece of paper and a kunai. It was in her father's hand writing. He explained who they really were, members of a clan assassins who'd escaped the old life when they learned her mother was pregnant. They missed their homeland and planned on taking her back, but first she needed to be ready, and so began her training. The first month was survival in some ancient woods without anyone but herself for company. As far as forest went it wasn't especially dangerous, but there were always threats. Occasionally she'd find a note with tips, or loving words of encouragement from her parents. One time she got a new scarf for her birthday but that was it. After that her parents brought her back home and the real training began. This included four hours of intense physical training, four hours learning the ninja arts and ways, two hours studying biology, medicine, and chemistry, and an hour of intense meditations in the mornings, and the rest of the day would be spent on chores or if time allowed a walk through town. One day her parents had a strange look on their faces. They told her to go town and gave her a long list of items she should pick up. She did, and upon her return she found both parents gone. The house had been burned down to the ground by such an intense fire even the stones were turned to dust. There was lots of blood and bodies but she didn't recognize any of them. Eventually she discovered a note that had been placed inside a deep gash one of her parents left. Their clan had found them and had taken them. There was money hidden nearby. She shouldn't try and find them. Since she wasn't blooded into the clan, the clan had no interest in her. She should enjoy what life she could have now. They were sorry to leave her and only regretted never showing her their homeland. So she gathered her things, weapons and gear which was kept hidden a few miles away in an old cave, grab her money and set out to find her parents.
52,066	1,410	1	1,489	1,400	Pan scrambled to get away, most of his vision being blurred by his goo body. He couldn't control anything other than his legs, he ran blindly and turned the corner running into another woman. He found his vision returned and he was sat on the ground now. However, he wasn't in control of his body. "Ow, watch where you're- huh?" A female voice said from his body. His eyes looked down at his body and screamed. "Ah! There's a streaker on the loose!" His new body yelled. The body reached down and picked up the clothes and sword carefully. "Ugh, a marine. I'll have to take these back to the base." Pan's body walked off towards the base, meanwhile the pirates chasing him rounded the corner running off in no particular direction having lost him.	Name: Melany Hunnir Age: 17 Species: Human Gender: FeMale Appearance: Melanie looks pretty much like this , but the pads in her armor are dark red. She'll usually wear a loose fitting dress over this when she's not in a battle type situation. Weapons and/or Devil Fruit: Melanie is trained in Nin-Ninjitsu a form of martial arts her parents learned in the East. Her weapon of choice is the Kunai which she uses for hand to hand combat, throwing, and scaling walls. Her greatest strength, however, would be her knowledge of chemicals which she uses to create a variety of weapons and potions. This includes: smoke bombs, flash bombs, concussive bombs, bombs filled with hallucinogenic gases, sleep gas bombs, etc, etc. History: Melanie was born to two loving parents who always hid something from her. Every day , for as long as she could remember she'd find them in the mornings looking towards the East, longing in their eyes. This went on till one day she woke up alone in a forest with a piece of paper and a kunai. It was in her father's hand writing. He explained who they really were, members of a clan assassins who'd escaped the old life when they learned her mother was pregnant. They missed their homeland and planned on taking her back, but first she needed to be ready, and so began her training. The first month was survival in some ancient woods without anyone but herself for company. As far as forest went it wasn't especially dangerous, but there were always threats. Occasionally she'd find a note with tips, or loving words of encouragement from her parents. One time she got a new scarf for her birthday but that was it. After that her parents brought her back home and the real training began. This included four hours of intense physical training, four hours learning the ninja arts and ways, two hours studying biology, medicine, and chemistry, and an hour of intense meditations in the mornings, and the rest of the day would be spent on chores or if time allowed a walk through town. One day her parents had a strange look on their faces. They told her to go town and gave her a long list of items she should pick up. She did, and upon her return she found both parents gone. The house had been burned down to the ground by such an intense fire even the stones were turned to dust. There was lots of blood and bodies but she didn't recognize any of them. Eventually she discovered a note that had been placed inside a deep gash one of her parents left. Their clan had found them and had taken them. There was money hidden nearby. She shouldn't try and find them. Since she wasn't blooded into the clan, the clan had no interest in her. She should enjoy what life she could have now. They were sorry to leave her and only regretted never showing her their homeland. So she gathered her things, weapons and gear which was kept hidden a few miles away in an old cave, grab her money and set out to find her parents.
52,067	1,411	0	1,465	1,197	Your eyes begin to grow heavy, slowly closing until all you see is darkness, quietly drifting off to sleep like any other normal night. However tonight is different, for the dream that comes to visit you, is not one you ever recall having. It seems so real and yet your vision is blurred and your awareness is heightened, as if you knew fully well that this is not reality, and yet you can feel your heart beat faster and harder. The scene is painted before you of a town square inside castle walls, a crowd merry and intent on their prizes, for it's one of few that parade slaves across a platform like animals for the sell. As one of the women steps on the stage, she becomes crystal clear, and you feel a sense of urgency as if she is in danger and if you don't protect her she will face something terrible. The scene seems to skip ahead and you see her in chains, upon the floor with cuts and bruises. A man stands over her with a stick, wrapped in spikes, pacing back and forth as she cries her heart out. The dream doesn't last long enough for you to determine if she dies or not, but your heart sinks at the thought of an innocent passing away from such hatred. Suddenly a whisper of a voice enters the fog, clear as the cloudless afternoon, "you cannot let this come to pass, my dear guardian... please, save her, for she is our only hope."And just like that, the dreams ends. Days Later... Both Ellie and Amelia arrive at a kingdom on the western plains, a small one, but still within the territory that claims slavery. Somehow they knew the directions to it without any prior knowledge, as if something or someone was leading them to it's walls, urging them to go inside to find the mysterious woman. Surprisingly, the scene that comes to their gaze is exactly like the dream, with a crowd that is talkative and eager to buy the new stock of slaves, a string of individuals being forced onto the platform in the middle of the square. That's when they spot her, a commoner woman with fair skin, blue eyes, and stunning golden hair which somehow makes her stand out against the other potential slaves. Quickly, the bidding begins, the fiercest being for the mystery woman, as everyone else sees the value in her unique and beautiful look as well. Most of them are too caught up in the moment, but a couple cast odds glances to Ellie, her great height making her stand out. A man who looks more like a butcher than any sort of noble seems to be winning, and looks very familiar to both women, sending shivers down the spine. It seems they both have a chance to stop what's about to happen next - the woman's beating and possible death. What will they do? Welp, here we are! They both have the chance to stop the second part of the dream from happening! Do they try and outbid the man, stop the auction, or just try and run off with Evelyn? So many choices. You guys are free to control the NPCs, including the bidders, the auction peoples, and the guards. ^.^	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,068	1,411	1	1,991	4,781	“This place disgusts me…” Amelia muttered to herself as she stood in the crowd just before her eyes caught a glimpse of the woman from her dreams and then the man who seemed to be winning the bidding. The mercenary’s eyes narrowed menacingly as she pushed her way through the crowds and towards the front rows. She remembered her dream so clearly and she wasn’t going to let that pig do that to her. “Hey, who do you think you are pushi…” I man started to protest when Amelia walked like a true warrior by him, pushing him painfully to the side without even slowing her pace. She didn’t even stop to listen to him, but he himself turned quiet when he saw the huge sword on her back and the fact he was barely reaching up to her shoulder. Amelia wasn’t exactly small woman, she was two meters tall, which often made her well above even most men in height. What she did vaguely noticed was that there was another person who stood out in the crowds… like really stood out. She seemed to be taller even than her, but that was not a thing to think about now. She had to safe that girl. “Anyone wants to pay more!?” The auctioneers shouted, trying to get the people to pay more, but it seemed the pig wasn’t someone people liked to clash with. The bids seemed to have been going in his favor for that.” In that case this beauty goes to…” The auctioneer began saying, before Amelia finally made her way to the front of the crowds and threw in a pouch full of red gems in the man’s feet.” 25 high grade rubies, directly from the dwarven mines.” She said with cold voice, her eyes narrowing. Frankly this was her last payment for dealing with that 'dragon' that was infesting those mines. This was about all the money she had on her and it was a lot. Sadly if this wasn’t enough to screw over that pig of a man, she was going to have to grab the girl and leg it.	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,069	1,411	2	1,963	1,055	Elizabeth hated the slave trade. It was such a stain on the pride of her country. She glanced around at the crowd noting that most of them were either taking cautious glances at her due to her massive height or staring in awe at the beautiful girl who was now for sale. However the fact that she was a Sister of Bulwark made her quite a special 'guest' in the crowd, but it was common for a Sister to interrupt such trades due to their dominating presence and outspoken sense of justice. This 'butcher' wasn't about to lay a finger on this girl. She began to move toward the platform, the crowd's eyes instantly locking onto her giant figure, her armor clacking as she walked. "I'll be taking her in as a Sister. Should you resist, you will be infringing on military business.. And you know what that means." She stated in a commanding voice, looking down at the auctioneer. A murmur filled the crowd as they listened to the giantess' statement. Ellie caught words like 'unfair' and 'unjust'. She cracked. She turned the face the crowd, her irritated expression causing the crowd to go silent, "Do you know what's really 'unjust'? Selling these poor women and children to do your bidding. How would you feel if you saw your child or friend up here being sold to a pig like him?" Her voice boomed as she pointed at the butcher noble. "Just because they have no where to go, doesn't mean you treat them like they're objects. If I could, I would take all of these 'slaves' under my custody, but the Sisters only allow one Squire per Knight. But if I find out that you're mistreating these people, you'll have something other than death to fear." After one last glare at the crowd, she crushed the chains that held the girl from her vision, with her bare hands. She picked up the girl and carried her the same way you would for a princess. Calmly walking out of the crowd. Curses and objections flew around the crowd as she walked away, the auctioneer attempting to calm the crowd down, claiming that there was nothing he could do about it. Truth be told, there really wasn't anything he could do about it, but Ellie knew that she was going to either be commended for her courage or be reprimanded by an official. It didn't matter to her, because she was able to secure the girl of vision. "Sorry about that." She smiled at the girl in her arms to reassure her that she was safe now.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,070	1,411	3	1,465	1,197	At first, Evelyn's eyes went wide at the sight of Amelia's offer, watching the rubies bounce off of the wooden platform as everyone hushed in silence. It might've worked if it hadn't been the giant that came marching forward. Even the slave woman looked at her with wonder. At her words though, she felt a tense of fear swarm over her, unsure of what she was really hearing. The speech was extremely uncommon in a place like this, making her wonder what had sparked the giant knight to speak so.. nobly. Then suddenly she was being swept up in the knight's arms. In the distance, the crowd continued in an uproar, and by all real estimates if Ellie took even the slightest pause - the guards could be on her for stealing property - such was the way of slave kingdoms. For the moment though, no one was catching up to her or stopping her, gaining only a few odd glances from people as she walked by. Evelyn however, stared at Ellie with a mixture of awe and fear, unsure of what to feel or think about being swooped up and rescued. Was she really being introduced into some sort of sisterhood or was this a ruse to fall into another slaver's ring? She quietly swallowed and kept silent for several moments, but she did speak before Amelia had a chance to catch up. "Um..." At first, it was all Evelyn could manage to think of, before biting her lip. She felt strange in this situation because on one hand, she could easily find herself at some other mansion or a slave girl for soldiers, but at the same time the very idea of a female knight coming in to save her was amazingly romantic. "T-thank you.. I.. um.. but I.. don't understand?" She really had nothing else to say at this point, feeling confused and conflicted.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,071	1,411	4	1,991	4,781	Judging by everyone’s reaction, Amelia was sure she managed to secure the woman, but then something totally unexpected happened. The giant woman she noticed earlier stepped forward and grabbed the girl from her dream and said she is taking custody of her. Which in a way actually solved the problem of having to safe her from the slave fate that was expecting her, but it also irked Amelia a little. As the giant walked away with the now liberated slave, Amelia quickly jumped on the platform, gathering her rubies as the uproar spread through the crowd. That wasn’t going to end well.” Forgive me honored client, but it seems that girl was taken away.” The auctioneer suddenly walked next to the mercenary with a smile.” Perhaps we can interest you in some other goods?” He asked, waving his hand at other female slaves. I frowned a little before shaking my head.” No, I will have to pass… not interrested in them.” Amelia replied, jumping down from the platform and walking full force into the crowds. She pushed people who stood in her way as if they were nothing on her way after the knight and the smaller blond girl. She wasn’t even completely sure why she must follow herself, but she did so anyway. “Don’t even think about it.” Amelia suddenly said as she grabbed a hand that was reaching for her bag. It seems thieves wanted to rob her. The man just grinned stupidly and the mercenary just gripped his hand stronger, causing cracks to be heard.” This will teach you to not try something this stupid again. You, out of my way.” She let go of the thief’s now broken hand and pushed another man that was standing in her way away. It took her a while to make her way completely out of the crowds and by then the knight and the girl were already quite far away. The giant woman had long stride it seemed, didn’t matter. Amelia herself walked quite fast.” Hey, the sister of bulwark! Wait a second!” Amelia called out as she ran after them. The mercenary completely expected that pig of a man to probably send some goons after the girl.	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,072	1,411	5	1,963	1,055	Ellie wasn't too surprised by the girl's reaction. It must be a lot to take in. Being sold as a slave, only to be picked up by a giantess. "This must be quite a shock for you, but don't worry. You'll be safe with me and I'll explain everything when we get to the barracks. She said in response to the girl's confusion. Her long strides had taken them quite some distance away from the auction crowd, which is why she was surprised when a woman's voice called from behind her. It seems that someone caught up with her. ” Hey, the sister of bulwark! Wait a second!” the voice called. Ellie stopped mid-stride, turning to face the woman who had called out, the girl still in her arms. She was quite tall for someone who wasn't a giant. However, Ellie was considered one of the shorter Giants within her clan. She recognized her. It was the woman from the auction who had placed a bid on this girl. Perhaps she wanted to buy the girl off of her? Not a chance. "I'm sorry, but I will not be allow this woman to be bought by anyone." She stated in a stern tone, hoping this woman would back down.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,073	1,411	6	1,465	1,197	'Safe?' she thought to herself and pursed her lips in thought. If the giantess was really taking her to safety, then why was she chosen? Perhaps simply because she seemed so popular among the bidders that this knight was afraid of what might happen - in truth, Evelyn had been scared herself of what might befall her. In a way, it made sense, but she was no so used to be saved like this. Instead she was used to jealousy and being used and ignored and abandoned. Was this woman really saving her? For once in her life, was she really being cared for? That idea alone was so hard to fully comprehend. The call of someone else caught her attention too, as she felt the giantess spin around to face the voice. It was the other woman who had spilled jewels onto the platform! Evelyn suddenly felt a pit in her stomach as fear gripped her again, now questioning why the other woman wanted to buy her so bad - was it to save her as well? No, it seemed far more likely she was on business for her lord and saw all the attention Evelyn was getting and felt she needed to buy her before the others did. So she tensed up in Ellie's arms, but didn't feel comfortable enough to snuggle her way into safety - after all she had been forcibly swept up in the knights arms - but she did seem supported in her arms. It was actually amazing how strong the giant knight was, giving Evelyn the opportunity to completely relax if she wanted. In a way, it was almost like sitting in a recliner, only it was the arms of another woman.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,074	1,411	7	1,991	4,781	“Phew… I feared I may have lost you two before I leave that damned crowd back there.” Amelia said and took a deep breath. She was quite surprised at just how many people were gathered for this slave auction. She had seen other auctions like this, but none had exactly the same insane number of people trying to participate. “Huh?” The mercenary made a slightly confused sound when the knight stated she wasn’t going to allow the smaller woman be bought by anyone. Did they think Amelia wanted to buy her?’ Ohh yeah I did try to buy her…’ Amelia realized and made a puzzled face, trying to decide how to proceed.” Look, at least hear what I have to say, before trying to accuse me.” Amelia stated with equally stern voice as the knight. “First of all I tried to buy her because that was the only possible way for me of getting her away to safety without having to kill everyone on that platform… Besides I still doubt they will just let you two go like that now.” The mercenary replied looking at the two.” That pig was quite interested in her, you can bet he will send thugs to try to get her.” Amelia stated and took another deep breath, before looking straight at the woman in the giantess’s arms.” I’m more curious as of why did I dream of you about a week earlier… what is your name? Are you a mage or perhaps a gifted?”	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,075	1,411	8	1,963	1,055	Ellie listened to the woman's intention, but she wasn't about to hand the girl over to her. The words of warning about the pig noble made her smirk slightly, "Challenging a Sister of Bulwark is a mistake." she responded in a confident manner. There weren't many in the whole kingdom who would challenge a Sister, almost all of those challengers were foolhardy, thick headed, misogynistic pigs. You could say she had quite a negative attitude toward men, however justice was impartial, and thus she had to be too. Ellie was taken aback, She dreamt of this girl as well?, she thought in surprise. Might as well say it out loud. "You had a dream of her as well?" She inquired. Ellie felt bad for suspecting the woman of being like all the others at the auction and she felt that she needed to pay her back somehow. Ellie shook her head at the other woman who stared intently at the girl. "This isn't the place to discuss this right now. We should move to the Sisters barracks, we can talk in private there. Come with me." She stated as she slowly turned away from the tall woman.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,076	1,411	9	1,465	1,197	Evelyn kept quiet until they arrived at the barracks, taking the knight's suggestion of discussing this when they were safer, though she wasn't entirely sure what they were discussing. Eventually, they came upon the building - though she hadn't been paying attention to where it was or how it looked - and entered, finally being gently put down. All she could do at first is bite her lip and look up at both of them as they kind of stared at her for a few moments - she knew what they must be wondering. She really didn't have any answers and if anything, she had questions for them. "Um..." she started again with the same meek hesitation as before. "Uh.. I'm.. Evelyn... and before you go asking questions - I don't know!" She ended the sentence with a haste, a panic almost settling into her tone as she held her stomach within her arms. "I-I don't know about any dreams.. I don't know what's going on... I'm just.. me.." She skimmed her eyes across the floor before looking back at them, feeling her body shaking from all the adrenaline. She was in a strange place with strange women who were towering over her five and a half foot form, and they were both talking about dreams like she had to be saved from something. She didn't get it at all. Her life had been turned upside down! She was a servant only a week ago, went into slavery, and now she was here. Evelyn looked shaken. I left the description vague, so you could describe the barracks, Rekaigan. ^.^	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,077	1,411	10	1,991	4,781	“Roger that~” Amelia replied as she followed after the knight. The mercenary had since long ago wondered that the inside of the garrisons of the military looked like and she finally got a chance to do so, although under quite the unusual circumstances. While they were walking, Amelia didn't stop keeping an eye out for any traces of being followed. She was sure though that they would better leave this town soon along with that girl and get away. If that pig noble had any connections then he could cause some hell of a problems. Once they were inside the barracks, Amelia took a look around before replying to the giantess's earlier question.” Yes I did, about a week or so ago. I dreamed about her and I've never seen her before. I just saw her in my dream with that strange voice in the background telling me to haul to this place as fast as possible to avert the second part of that dream including that pig noble.” Amelia explained as she stretched her arms.” I haven't been in this much hurry to get somewhere in a long time. I've was in a neighboring kingdom when I had that dream.” She explained before the girl in question started explaining she had no idea why that was a thing that happened. “It's okey Evelyn, calm down.” Amelia said, as she fell on a knee so she isn't towering over the girl anymore.” Calm down, we won't do anything to you. Here, drink some water. You must be thirsty, from what I know they barely give people in your situation any water and food.” The mercenary said and took out her waterskin, handing it to Evelyn.” My name is Amelia...” The mercenary threw a glance at the giantess before continuing.” Now, just calmly and slowly think about it, had anything strange ever happened around you?”	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,078	1,411	11	1,963	1,055	It wasn't long until they had reached the barracks. Rather than a Barracks, it seemed more like a manor with a courtyard. The stone walls were tall, almost twice as tall as Ellie. The high stone archway led to a wide, cobbled courtyard had training dummies lined up to one side near a wall, the main building being on the opposite side of the entrance. There were a few giant women talking amongst themselves so Ellie and her companions were able to sneak past without getting caught up in conversation. Moving into the main building, they quickly moved upstairs and into one of the empty rooms of the living quarters. Most of the Sisters and other Knights were out doing their own thing during the lull in conflict. Ellie gently put the girl down as they entered the room. She listened to the other tall woman, nodding slightly as she spoke. Her eyes moved to the girl she now knew as Evelyn. She exchanged a glance with the woman who introduced herself as Amelia. She had no problems with Amelia, since they seemed to be bound by the same visions. "I remember distinctly that a voice told me to save Evelyn or else she would perish. And that she was 'our only hope'. I'm not sure what that means though. The only odd thing that has been happening is the strange magic readings our scholars are getting.." The knight recalled, not really saying it to anyone specifically, but the last words she spoke were brought down to a mutter at most. Ellie couldn't really think of a way to calm the girl down, but it seemed that Amelia had the right idea. However, if she were to repeat what the woman had said, the likelihood of Evelyn calming down wasn't.. good. Ellie moved to take a seat on the rather large bed in the chamber, listening to the conversation.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,079	1,411	12	1,465	1,197	She didn't get all the talk about visions or words of warning or omens. No, not at all, instead all it did was bring more confusion to her face. What the hell did she have to do with anything? Especially magic readings or being anyone's hope. She was just a normal woman! As Amelia knelled down though and offer her some water, it did seem to have a calming effect, as she took the waterskin and nearly drowned herself in it for a few moments. The mercenary had been right in assuming she got very little water and her entire body language seemed to improve by just getting some liquids in her. After a moment of looking at both of them, examining them a bit more closely, she seemed to suddenly flush for no apparent reason. "N-no... never... I've just always.. been a servant.." She cast her eyes aside, adding, "and a slave.. but, um.." she continue, looking back up. "No.. nothing.. the only thing strange about me is.. my birthmark... t-that's it.. just a normal woman.." She looked between the two for a few more moments before gently lifting her right hand to show the Celtic knot seemingly tattooed into her skin - and that was the thing, it looked less like an actual birthmark and more like something that had been inscribed into her skin. As they looked at it, she gently bit her lower lip, watching them intently with a look of unspoken interest.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,080	1,411	13	1,991	4,781	“Strange magic readings...?” Amelia muttered in thought, wondering about them. She was not a human and her inhuman part sometimes picked strange sensations from the world. She herself had sensed strangeness too in a few occasions, but didn't mention it. She was trying to keep her draconic side secret after all. Had those two knew about it, they will probably throw her out right away and probably try to kill her... it had happened before. “Evelyn, slower, no need to drink that fast, you will choke if you aren't careful!” Amelia said to the smaller girl with concern. Good thing she didn't brought out food, the poor former slave was probably going to eat it all in haste.” Excuse me, Sister, but will it be possible to get some food for her?” Amelia asked the giantess.” Also will it be a problem to learn you name, because calling you 'Sister' all the time makes me feel like I've entered a monastery all over again...” The mercenary said with a smile. She wasn't making fun of the knight or anything, it was just the way Amelia felt. “I see...” The mercenary began saying before the girl showed her birthmark. Amelia blinked a few times, her mouth opening and closing in attempts to find what to say.” Well... I will be darned, seems like I was right after all... blessed by a deity, but I have no idea who that seal belongs to...” She said in thought. Marks such as these were many and different for many deities had their own blessed champions. That said it was often hard to identify who blessed a person just by the mark on their bodies. Amelia herself had a black dragon head on her hip, hidden under her clothes, presumably put there by the being her mother made some kind of deal with.” I believe we might have to ask someone who knows ancient lore and deities about this... or we could hit the library. There might be mentioning of such mark in the records there.” Amelia said, before slowly standing up and unbuckling her sword's holder, leaning it on the nearby wall. She didn't want to have to carry it now that their were indoors. Such a big two-handed sword was uncomfortable to wear on her back while indoors. It made it impossible to seat on chairs and so on.	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,081	1,411	14	1,963	1,055	Ellie failed to hold back a giggle at Amelia's comment about the monastery. "My apologies, my name is Elizabeth, but you may call me Ellie, for short. And yes, we can get her some food, but we'll have to move to the mess hall." The mess hall was just down stairs, they actually went passed it when they snuck up into the living quarters. Ellie started thinking of what she should make for the three of them.. Maybe some soup or stew.. She thought, a few ideas going through her head. Ellie's eyes widened when she saw the Celtic knot on Evelyn's wrist. She had seen that symbol before, when she was a Squire. She would often go into the library and randomly pick up books to read in between training. She remembered reading about the different deities. "That symbol.. I've seen it in one of the books at the library... I think it was from the deity....Uhm.. Arete? Apparently no one has seen that mark in decades. The book should still be in the library." She stated, trying to remember as much as she could. But alas, that's all she could remember. It was hard to believe that someone with a gift from a Deity was a slave girl. "But before we do all of that, I think we should eat something." The giant added with a smile.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,082	1,411	15	1,465	1,197	At first, Evelyn didn't even recognize the word 'food,' and instead her mind focused on the obvious - mark of a deity? Blessed? Arete? Her mouth nearly dropped open at she listened to the two and turned her wrist over to look at the mark. She had always had it, for as long as she could remember, and in fact when most people got used it's presence it was like she wasn't special at all. She had never been special, but now she had two personal rescuers and she was gifted by a goddess? It was almost too much, too hard to really believe and take in, but the two women seemed so sure of themselves. What did this mean though, if it was true? Would these two be her personal guardians now? Would she be kept hidden away in some temple or guarded under lock and key? Taken care for? Expected to do heroic things? Would she even find love? Only an hour ago most of these questions weren't even possible, but being whisked away from the life of servitude, she started to hope a little - just a little, that maybe she wouldn't be alone anymore. She hated it, after all, it was like a gnawing disease of depression to be so alone all the time. Finally a, "thank you," was given to both of them. Though it was given shyly and with uncertainly, she still gave them both a very particular look, one of genuine kindness and gratitude. "I uh... yeah, food would be.. wonderful, thank you.." she again said with a bashful tone, finally giving them both a small, gentle smile. While she didn't say anything about her mark, it was obvious that thoughts were spinning around in that little pretty head of hers as she followed the two to the kitchen. As they finally sat down to eat, she seemed perfectly content listening to the other words they had to offer about the situation.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,083	1,411	16	1,991	4,781	The mercenary couldn't help but smile as the giantess began giggling at her remark about the monastery. It was funny alright, but wasn't a thing Amelia wanted to do again anytime soon. She nearly went crazy after just a week there. Being locked up in a temple only with the women who devoted themselves to a deity was just a tad bit too much for her...” Well, nice to meet you Ellie.” She greeted with a smile. “I won't be of much help in regards to deities, I'm not the most religious person, but I do know a thing that will have to be done right away...” Amelia narrowed her eyes, taking off one of her leather bracelets and giving it to Evelyn.” Here, put this on over that mark.” She said with calm and collected voice as they began following the giantess down to the kitchen.” There are certain organizations let's call em, that like to gather people who were marked. If you are found out, things might get complicated. That's why I propose for now to keep that little detail a secret.” She said, with concern. The world was a vast and dangerous place. There were those who gathered gifted people so they can mold them into tools to accomplish their own goals. It was sheer luck that she wasn't found out earlier. Amelia shuddered at the stories and rumors she had heard about the fate of gifted who were unfortunate to be found out by people with evil intentions. “I'm sorry, Ellie, I would offer to help you, but my cooking as akin to poison...” Amelia said once they were inside the kitchen.” Though I suppose I can help with cutting the ingredients, I'm at least good at that.”	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,084	1,411	17	1,963	1,055	They sicken me. She muttered with contempt when Amelia mentioned the 'organizations'. She had actually heard about a few small groups that had been attempting to round up those with the gifts. Fortunately, she wasn't one of the targets, since she was already under the protection of the Sisters from the beginning. Most of those small 'cults' had been eradicated by underhanded military operations, but there were still some around. Human greed seems to thrive in such a country. Ellie waved her hand dismissively, "I won't be making anything too extravagant for now, so it won't take too long. Rest easy, Dragoon." She replied with a smile. She preferred to prepare everything by herself, so that she didn't have to bother other people to help her. Besides, as she said, it wasn't going to be anything complicated. And with that, she busied herself with cooking. It wasn't long before Ellie had three hot bowls of creamy soup on the table a few plates of sliced bread. "There's still a lot left in the pot, so if you need seconds, help yourself." Otherwise, it'd be left there for someone else to discover on their way back from whatever they were doing.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,085	1,411	18	1,465	1,197	It was rather curious watching the two as they walked and dinner was server, herself eagerly lapping up the homemade meal (she seemed to enjoy the bread the most). They both interacted with her like most people had in her life, but also very differently - it was almost like she was still something to possess, an object or prize to take care of, and yet they were being extremely nice about it compared to others. It made her imagine herself akin to a well cared for doll. She was being provided for but they seemed much more interested in her 'deity' mark and their dreams than who she actually was, which didn't bother her as much as it should have. Perhaps she had just gotten far too used to not sharing herself with others anymore. On the other hand, the two interacted in a way that could spark her fantasies on some level. They seemed to kid and smile at each other in a way she imagined two girls starting to fancy one another might act - even if the truth wasn't so far along yet. Still, they had just met and they already seemed on friendly grounds and even agreed on subjects that some might argue about. Evelyn figured even if she couldn't find love at some point in her life, it might be nice to see it blossom in others, even if her fantasies were just fantasies. She quietly adjusted the bracelet on her wrist and looked down at it for a few moments, not expecting them to really address outside of questions about her mark, and just toyed with it for a few moments. At least she wouldn't end up like some lost relic stowed away for ages behind temple walls. At least the two women wouldn't let that happen to her, but whatever destiny she was supposed to be a part of, was she ready for it? She had a feeling these two guardians might push her to be that person.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,086	1,411	19	1,991	4,781	“I see...” Amelia replied at Ellie's statement about resting easy and raised an eyebrow at the mentioning of her nickname.” I suppose it isn't surprising for a knight to know my nickname...” She said with a slight frown. She herself didn't really like that nickname, it reminded her too much of her real nature, but people had taken a liking to calling her that.” Woe me for participating in that military campaign at the Dragon's pass...” It was the battle that is responsible for her specific raise in popularity among military circles and the source of that blasted nickname. True enough without her participation there, the kingdom might have suffered a lot bigger damages if that pass fell, but now she couldn't visit a city looking for work without representatives from military organizations pestering her to join them. Hell she even got a few marriage proposals so they can tie her to a certain noble families and so on... fame wasn't always the best thing. “Looks delicious~” She finally said when the bowls of soup were served. Sure enough they were quite the big size as they were fit for giants after all. For Amelia that wasn't a problem for she had a dragon's appetite as they called it, but she wondered if Evelyn will be able to eat the entire thing. The mercenary was eating quite fast due the reason she herself barely had anything to eat in the last week or so. She had to ride pretty much all the time she can, barely stopped for a rest so she can arrive here before the slave auction began. While hunger was a thing she suffered right now, she was also somewhat tired, but not to the point of falling asleep while standing state yet.” And it doesn't just look and smell delicious, it is quite tasty as well! Almost makes me wanting to join to be a squire here so I can eat such delicious things more often!” Amelia laughed softly. “Alright, first thing that we need to do is determine the specifics of the meaning of the mark.” She said to Evelyn, this was the girl's problem and she needed to hear what it meant.” Such marks usually come with certain let's call them boons and their own little problems to solve.” She explained to the smaller woman.” The marked person usually has some kind of power that is useful in specific ways, but let's say your power is making it easy for you to destroy undead. When the masters of undead creature learn about it they will try everything in their might to kill you and so on. So we check that mark and hope it doesn't make you the mortal enemy of something...”	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,087	1,411	20	1,963	1,055	She smiled happily as she watched her two newfound companions enjoy her cooking. She hadn't cooked for anyone in awhile since most of the new Squires don't let her help out since she became a Knight. However, it seemed that time hasn't rusted her cooking skills at all. "I'm sure the Sisters would be happy to take you in as a Squire, but you'd probably jump straight to being a Knight." She chuckled. She had seen the Dragoon in action before, her skills were something to behold. Ellie had also been at Dragon's pass, and she had always wanted to opportunity to call her 'Dragoon'. Why? It just seemed novel to do it. She probably won't call her that ever again. "I highly doubt that she would be an enemy to many people. Arete was the Goddess of Virtue after all." She commented. That was about all she remembered about the Goddess, but it was more 'common' knowledge to know of Goddesses and Gods even if you didn't believe in them. 'Common' being used loosely since a lot of people didn't read very much these days. Also, people tended to speak less about the Deities as the years had gone by. Perhaps people had given up on asking for help from the gods? Not that it concerned her. Once they had all finished eating, she collected the bowls and plates, soaking them in the wash basin. "I guess we should head over to the library now? It's not too far from here."	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,088	1,411	21	1,465	1,197	Evelyn sighed towards their comments. 'Figured,' she thought to herself, confirming her previous guesses - she was not unlike a highly prized possession. Though she didn't exactly feel as if the two women would depend on her servant abilities or treat her like a slave, it still felt very similar to be in this situation, being told what to do, what not to do, how to go about doing it. 'No matter,' she supposed, for it was infinitely better than a jail cell, slave quarters, or being a servant, being called to the whims of another. She wondered though if they were turn her into a weapon, hiding her uses until the very last moment and taking advantage of whatever powers she was granted to appease their sense of justice - and honestly that scared her a bit because she had to wonder if she would then die in that last moment. As they got done eating, Evelyn found herself shocked as Ellie took the bowls and soaked them in water to be washed later. At first, all she could think of was uncertainty and fear. Had she let her Lord or any other masters take the dishes for her, it was never a reward, it was a punishment as soon the whip followed - servants and slaves were to always do the housework. It eased her though, seeing how causally the giantess had done the task, but it still made her feel unsure of her place. So instead, as if to make up for her failing, she stood up quickly with her hands folded in front of her, submissively and smiled politely. "As you wish..." Truly, it was an awkward response, considering the situation, but no other reply came to the former slave.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,089	1,411	22	1,991	4,781	“Hahahaha... will I now?” Amelia stated softly at the giantess's comment about becoming the mercenary becoming a knight right away if she really wanted.” I suppose that will be the case, but being a knight is too much of a bother... I've already had to decline like dozens of requests and demands to join different factions... like seriously who gave those people the right to DEMAND that I join them. The king of this country even send an official delegation to track me down and decree that I have to join his personal troops and that he will allow a marriage with the second prince...” Amelia stated with disgust.” I know princesses are used for political barter, but that was the first time I've seen someone trying to use a prince like a bargaining chip and the boy is only 12 years old. What am I going to do with a boy half my age.” “Don't you underestimate the danger here... that's only a way people view the goddess in the more recent history. Often the origins of such marks are far... darker.” The mercenary said to the knight with serious voice. “What's this... someone isn't very enthusiastic about finding out a thing that will affect her own future from now on.” Amelia said after seeing how Evelyn was acting. She was like a small animal... The mercenary couldn't help but tease her a little. She quickly reached and gently poked her side with a finger.”Come on now, that's something you need to learn so you can decide how you will live from now on.” She said with a smile and decided to let the other two on a little secret, well on a small part of the secret at least. She knew for fact that no one really knew from where her own mark came from. She had checked in the biggest libraries in a few different kingdoms, none held a record about that mark, but Amelia knew it's meaning. It was almost like an instinct... She reached to the edge of her leather skirt and pulled it upwards enough to reveal a small black dragon head symbol on her hip.” Look I know this is all new and strange for you. See, I was in the same boat, but learning what destiny holds in store for you, will let you figure out how you want to live your life from now on.” She said, letting go of her skirt and hiding the dragon head symbol again.” If you want to live a normal quiet life, that's fine, but if someone will be after you because of that mark... let's just say that nowhere you go will be safe and you will endanger those around you if you aren't ready for when the time come.” Amelia said to Evelyn with sympathetic voice before suddenly reaching out and starting to tickle the girl.” Now cheer up! Look at you, you avoided slavery and you look as glum as if you are a slave! Come one laugh, giggle, rejoice!” She said, grinning widely herself.	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,090	1,411	23	1,963	1,055	Of course, having responsibilities to serve the kingdom and everything it stands for is pretty bothersome, and frankly quite frustrating. I can agree with you about how disgusting a lot of the political practices are. But the Sisters aren't like that. We use our strength to protect what we care about, even if that means we have to protect such.. unsavory things. She replied in understanding. She had been proposed to multiple times as well, all of which she had turned down. "All those nobles totting around like combat is some sort of display of finesse and fancy moves. Don't even lend them an ear." She muttered with a slightly exasperated sigh. Ellie was about to interrupt Amelia when she started talking to Evelyn in such an upfront manner, but she realized that she would've done the same if Amelia hadn't. She agreed though, the girl needed to cheer up a little. But Ellie understood that it would be difficult given her situation and the life she had led until now. "Perhaps you thought that you were getting whisked away to a different place to be a slave?" She asked Evelyn in a rhetorical manner, before giving her a grin, similar to Amelia's. "Like Amelia said, we're not going to treat you like a slave, nor are we going to make you do things that you don't want to. Consider us as your comrades. And also, consider us as your friends." She added, putting her hand on the smaller girl's shoulder in a comforting manner. She had noticed the dragon symbol on Amelia's hip earlier, but she felt that she didn't need to comment on it. "We'd better get moving now. The library has a closing time, you know?" She said as she started for the door. "Also I don't want to get caught for bringing people in here!" She laughed.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,091	1,411	24	1,465	1,197	Evelyn a bit zoned until Amelia decided to address her directly, feeling herself flush from embarrassment. When you put it that way, it did seem really silly of her to be acting in such a sullen manner, but at the same time she wasn't sure how else she should be acting - she had never been free before, really. However the poke jolted her, causing her to squeak cutely, biting her lower lip. Again the conversation shifted completely as Amelia began to show her own unique mark, and Evelyn couldn't help but make out the beauty in it, along with Amelia's own skin. The talk of all this responsibility was depressing though, but it had been easy to answer what she wanted to do in life; 'all I want is love,' she thought to herself, remembering all the doubts she had of that ever happening. A second time she was startled as Amelia began to tickle her, causing her to giggle involuntarily and even snort, blushing a bright red as she squirmed and wiggled out of reach. Her first reaction was to simply huff towards the Dragoon in a playful manner, before brushing her hair back and becoming shy as she realized as much she was actually blushing. Didn't help much to feel Ellie's hand on her shoulder either, causing her to bit her lip again out of habit. However, she gave in like they wanted. "I'm sorry.. I'm just.. not used to this... or having friends.. or.. um.. anything else.. but, uh, yeah.. to the library." She had reached to rub her arm while she spoke and knew very well that the other two weren't likely to suspect anything of the words 'anything else.' However that was how a romantic's mind worked, was it not? To fantasize and imagine things even far from reality.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,092	1,411	25	1,991	4,781	“I appreciate the thought, but as I said : too much of a bother for now. I want to roam free still. Maybe someday.” Amelia stated with a smile. She wasn't trying to insult the sisters or anything. She just wanted to enjoy being able to walk around freely, not having to listen to orders from someone. As a mercenary she still had to listen to orders from time to time, but if she didn't like it, she could just leave. “Let's head off then, the library will not wait for us.” The dragoon stated and headed towards the door.” What do you mean, you don't want to get caught bringing people in here?” Amelia suddenly halted her walking and asked.” You are the one who proposed we come here, so if we get caught, well we get caught.” She snickered.” Besides, what's the worse that can happen? Maybe some rumors will start going around, but that's that. Hey you can explain us here, by me wanting a tour around the place. I imagine if you tell them I've been interrested in joining, they will not say anything about us being here.” “Awe, so cute, so innocent!” Amelia exclaimed when she heard Evelyn's voice and what she said.” Don't worry, now you have friends and it is glorious! You will get used to it.” She smiled at the smaller girl. She then grinned widely again as she noticed the 'anything else' part of Evelyn's statement. The mercenary didn't say anything, but she caught what the girl meant by that. It wasn't surprising really, that she was so sheltered if she grew up as servant. Still Evelyn was a lucky one, some servants as pretty as her usually got regularly used as bed things whenever the master wanted. The smaller girl seemed to have avoided that fate... only to get sold into slavery. When the line was drawn, it made one wonder if she was really lucky or unlucky. Considering she met Ellie and Amelia, she was supposed to be lucky... right? “So, Ellie, tell me more about those strange magic readings.” Amelia told the knight.	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,093	1,411	26	1,963	1,055	I'll get in trouble because we're actually not recruiting anyone right now.. And letting people tour our military structures isn't exactly a very tactical decision~ She chuckled. Of course, she knew that these who wouldn't do anything like espionage against the Sisters. Or at least she hoped. Benefit of the doubt. "But I'm sure they'd have no problem accepting you into the Company, especially since you've already declined our invitations before." She added with a lighthearted tone. "I'm sure we'll all be together for awhile, so we'd best get to know each other in that time, right?" Ellie said to Evelyn, keeping her lighthearted tone. "The readings that the scholars have told us about have been quite.. well, strange. A lot of magic is flowing toward the high mountains to the north. And it only started happening a few weeks ago. We've sent scouts to the area to gather information, but those scouts never came back." Ellie explained in a rather grim tone. She kept her voice down so that only Amelia could hear what she had to say, lest a citizen catch wind of a potentially terrifying situation. She also didn't want to alarm Evelyn, because Ellie had a inkling that the girl might have something to do with it. However, it was a very uninformed assumption on her part.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,094	1,411	27	1,465	1,197	Evelyn blushed lightly and stared at Amelia for a brief moment. 'Cute?' She couldn't honestly remember the last time she had been called that and it made her feel really good, though she felt she was far from innocent. Perhaps naive in ideals, but she knew how the world was and still is. Regardless, the Dragoon's grin made her blush a tad more, unsure of why she was smiling so widely at her. As Ellie spoke then, she thought, 'military structure?' She paused for a moment, though only mentally as they all walked towards the library. She had never been anywhere military-like, but as she looked around, it almost seemed comfortable in a strange way. It was only in the sense that nothing seemed faked - at the mansion with her Lord, it had been lined with flowers, paintings, vases, and all manner of things that spoke of a wealthy and happy home, but it had never been truly happy. Besides the servants having little freedoms, it was well known among the household the children had be very unhappy, their son almost killing himself a few times. The wife and husband never slept in the same bed and it was rumored that the Lord often lay with the male servants, but no one really talked about that. It was darkness and secrets and fear wrapped in a pretty-looking bow. Her focus shifted between them as the knight spoke of accepting Amelia into the fold, feeling a slight tinge - she felt a bit left out. After the giantess claimed they'd get to know one another, she spoke up, although in a tone that seemed noticeably more confident than before. "I'll be honest.. um.. I'm not always sure what to say and... it's even harder, because you two seem to.. have all this rapport. Like you two just click. I mean, it's.. kind of nice.. I mean..." She went quiet for a moment, biting her lip in thought. "Especially if you two like other women like I do.. but.. anyways.." She just shrugged then and avoided eye contact as causally as she could manage.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,095	1,411	28	1,991	4,781	“Hahahahaa….” Amelia couldn’t help, but let out an amused giggle.” Don’t worry, in that case just say I snuck in and now you are escorting me out.” She smirked and adjusted the sword that was on her back. When she heard the location of the strange magic readings, Amelia suddenly halted any movement, her eyes narrowing. It was the direction she felt the unease from too! As if something exploded within her mind, an instinct slumbering for a long time suddenly awoke, but she somehow managed to suppress it. She reached with an arm and leaned on a nearby wall, taking deep breaths. She wasn’t sure exactly what was going in that mountain, but knew it wasn’t going to end well. She sensed her real form trying to break through the magic amulet sealing it away. It took her a few moments, but finally she managed to calm it down. This had happened in a few other occasions, but she didn’t expect it right now. “Hehehe… so it’s like that eh?” Amelia finally brought herself to say when she heard Evelyn’s statement. The dragoon smiled softly.” Well we long time warriors tend to be like this. Those who braved dangerous battlefields, often tend to understand each other quite well.” The mercenary smiled. “Well, well, well so you like the ladies? Nothing bad with that actually.” The mercenary said with a smile, finally resuming her walk normally. She was smiling, but she now remembered a bitter memory about one of the people who found out her secret. Amelia never took of the medallion, but one of her lovers did in in her sleep... She pushed away the rest of the memory away, being too painful to keep it.	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,096	1,411	29	1,963	1,055	She noticed Amelia fall into a bout of deep breaths, she wasn't sure what was wrong and instinctively reached out to support the dragoon who had leaned against a nearby wall. Ellie withdrew her hand when Amelia had shown signs of calming down. Ellie couldn't help but smile when Evelyn piped up. This girl seemed full of surprises. "Perhaps I should really take you in as my Squire so you can build some rapport with me~!" She laughed. She felt that this girl had some spirit in her, she'd probably make a good Squire if she tried hard enough. Ellie's face went a light shade of red at the mention of liking other women, but she regained her composure quite quickly. "Aye, nothing bad seems to come from liking other women. Perhaps you've taken a liking to us~? Or rather, me?" She grinned cheekily at the smaller girl. In all honesty, Ellie hadn't actually put much thought into being in a relationship, since her mind was constantly focused on military operations. However, since she had had quite a few proposals before, she leaned more towards women. To her, they seemed less single minded when it came to stuff like this compared to men.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,097	1,411	30	1,465	1,197	The former slave looked at Amelia with concern as well, but before anyone could say or do anything of note, it seemed just was just as good as before. Perhaps she was tired, Evelyn figured, and let the concern slip away gently. Though her continued comments did make her feel that much better - confirming her frustration with their apparent bond wasn't really a fun thing for the woman to hear, though Ellie's response made her feel more welcomed, even though she wasn't entirely sure she would want to be a squire. She didn't really know how to fight, at least that she knew of, however something in the back of her mind made her doubt her own thoughts. Further into their reply, it did make Evelyn feel a bit relieved that Amelia had no judgement on the matter and smiled slightly, as if confirming it even more so without any spoken words. However when Eliie came back with teases over Evelyn fancying either of them, she started to feel her cheeks grow warm again. She hadn't specifically thought of that, but the thought was planted in her head now, and she started to wonder if she might actually come to like them at some point or at least one of them. They were both women she viewed in positive ways - Amelia seemed affectionate and was the first to pick up on some of her moods, but Ellie then seemed more protective and a bit more aware of what Evelyn might be thinking. Of course, neither of them really knew her, so it was silly to expect anything of them at this point. "Uhh..." she started to reply with a shy grin, even though it had only been a tease from Ellie. "You two do seem really nice..." She didn't really say anything, letting them take whatever they wanted from that sentence, not being a solid confirmation of anything but not really a denial either. At this point, they had reached the library though and she looked exactingly at both of them, though more so towards Ellie since it was her library.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,098	1,411	31	1,991	4,781	“Well, officially she is supposed to be taken for a squire. So she will have to really be taken in as a squire and carry the official identification of one. Otherwise the nobles will have a sound base to raise complaints against you and your whole order. I suspect there are probably more than a few who dislike you.” Amelia said to Ellie.” Sadly as much as I dislike politics, we will need to play out that as the rules dictate.” “Awweeee… come here for a hug, such a innocent cutie! I want to hug you now!” She exclaimed with a smile, her hands gripping the air in front of her as she drew closer to the smaller girl, but eventually she stopped right before she reached Evelyn.” Don’t worry, I hear that life among the Sisters of Bulwark isn’t that bad. I will throw them a bone so they will leave you relatively alone and not demand too many things form you.” Amelia finally said with a sigh.” Seems like I will be joining you after all.” She said, throwing a look at Ellie.” I do hope you people don’t make me wear heavy armor~ “ The mercenary said jokingly. True enough her strength was more than enough to wear armor and fight with the two handed sword at the same time, but she disliked the restrictive armors. “Okey, let’s get that book and decide what we should do from now.” Amelia said with a smile, a little bit of a tired smile that is. She wasn’t joking when she said she hadn’t raced like that before to get to this place.” Last time I slept for more than a few hours was before I got that vision to get here… which makes it just over a week ago. I haven’t rested much since... considering I basically ran half the way to this town. They didn't want to sell me any horses in most towns on my way...”	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.
52,099	1,411	32	1,963	1,055	Ellie let out a slightly nervous laugh when Amelia mentioned the noble's complaints. "I think I'd be the only one getting into the most trouble. But you're right. She'll definitely have to become a squire now." She responded with a shrug. She didn't like the politics either, perhaps she should've opted to be a mercenary like Amelia, not that she had much choice in the matter to begin with. "The Sisters don't give special treatment to anyone in the Company. But each Squire has their own mentor. Your mentor will be me, so you don't need to worry too much." She said as they walked into the library, which looked more like a cathedral from the outside. It was contradictory of her to say that, but it kind of... made sense? She turned her head slightly to give the two a grin, "Good to have you aboard, Amelia! Of course, you can wear whatever you like. As long as you can fight the good fight." She added with a chuckle. She quite liked having heavy armor on, she had gotten so used to having it on all the time, that it's pretty much become part of her body. Sometimes she even forgets to take it off. As they walked into the giant library, the clerk greeted them with a silent nod. It was quite uncommon to find knight folk in a library, but it wasn't something to make a song and dance about, not that anyone would in a library. Ellie walked up to the clerk with a soft smile on her face, while most men would cower at her height, the old man stood calmly before her. "Do you still have that old book about Deities? Y'know, that one I kept borrowing when I was little." She inquired. Her voice was a lot softer than usual, mostly because it was a library, but it had an air of familiarity. The old man nodded wordlessly before he turned to point at one of the shelves. She nodded back at him as thanks. She made a slight beckoning gesture to her companions and started walking toward where the man pointed. She turned her head slightly toward Amelia "Are you alright Amelia? You look a tired." She asked in a soft tone as they walked.	Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Stafford Age: 29 Gender: Female Race: Giant Height: 7' or 213cm Occupation: Knight Company: Sisters of Bulwark Ellie is quite muscular, but still retains most of her feminine features/curves. She has sandy blonde hair that grows down to her neck and she had hazel brown eyes. (Refer to the picture) Most of the time she is wearing heavy metal armor, due to her duties as a knight. Personality: Ellie has quite a 'No nonsense' attitude to most things, often being blunt with her words. This is mostly due to her heritage as a giantess. As a Sister of Bulwark and a Knight, she has a strong sense of justice and she is quite caring. She is quite used to doing mundane things like cooking and cleaning up during her days as a Squire, so she doesn't mind doing extra things for others. She has a very protective nature due to the teachings of the Sisters. Likes: Cooking, helping others, night time Dislikes: Lazy people, cowards, unjust actions Diety: Dikē, Goddess of Justice Abilities: Due to her martial prowess, she has been nicknamed "The Juggernaut" by her fellow soldiers after her successful skirmishes. Due to her immense strength, she is able to use the giant shield that was passed down to her via her bloodline. This giant shield is called 'Aegis'. It is indestructible and enhances the user's strength and endurance. This shield was a gift from the Deity, but as generations passed, it was seen as a tool for war rather than a gift from a God. Ellie does not wield any weapons other than her shield due to it's hulking size and the fact that she can just smash enemies with it. When she 'sheathes' the shield, it disappears from sight and creates a protective barrier around Ellie. This barrier isn't as strong as the Shield form, but it still serves as protection. She can call the shield whenever she needs it. Despite the shield's indestructibility, that doesn't mean that Ellie is immune to damage. With enough force, Ellie can be pushed back or even crushed under her own shield. Skills: Master of the Shield, martial artist, good at cooking Background: Ellie was born into the Giants clan that lived close to the kingdom. All of the women from the Giant clan are part of the Sisters of Bulwark, a military company within the kingdom. The Sisters have a strong sense of justice and teach all knights that they must always protect each other. In skirmishes and war, the Sisters are front-line fighters who serve as a shield for their comrades and an unstoppable force that crushes enemy lines. Every few generations, a child of the Giants is born with the Aegis shield. Ellie was that gifted child. However she wasn't treated any different from her peers in terms of discipline and duties, however she opted for extra training in terms of endurance in order to help her wield her massive shield. By the time she was 20, she was able to wield the shield with terrifying strength, earning her a place among her Sisters in war. During her first battle, she witnessed many of her human comrades being slaughtered by the enemy. She didn't know what to do and she wasn't able to protect anyone during that fight. Following the battle she felt that she wasn't worthy to be part of the Bulwark, but through the guidance of her fellow Sisters, she was able to stand on her feet again, but she still carries the anguish of losing so many friends. Thus causing her to be over protective at times. As the years passed, she had fought in many skirmishes and had earned the title of "Juggernaut" from her peers.
52,100	1,411	33	1,465	1,197	'Goodness,' Evelyn thought with a slight smile, 'they sure do have a lot to say.' In contrast, Evelyn hadn't really said much at all. She had not described her feelings much, where she was from, where she wanted to go, or how she felt about having this mark and in truth, they hadn't really asked her either - they seemed mostly wrapped in one another, but still fully aware of her. It was a tad strange at the moment, but she did smile shyly as Amelia pretended to give her hug, even if she was a tad disappointed she didn't actually receive it. She hadn't been sure whether she was worried about squire duties or not since she wasn't entirely clear on what it meant to be a squire - to learn how to fight, she assumed? It earned an internal shrug from her, as even being beaten to a pulp in training grounds was much preferred to being whipped and hit in the basement of some angry slaver. She wasn't sure if she ever dare tell them what she'd truly prefer though, for her life. Evelyn imagined it was not co-exist with their duty to follow her mark in the least, which was indeed sad. Ironic that, she thought, that the very thing to save her might possibly keep her from a simple life. Evelyn had been quietly following and listening, smiling to the old man as they passed him, and looking around at all the books for a few moments. It wasn't until Ellie asked Amelia about her state of being that Evelyn decided to interject randomly. "Perhaps we should collect the book and find a room?" She looked between the two of them, interested in their response. "I mean, I know we're not suppose to be here... technically... but Amelia could use at least a nap and it would give us a chance to finally slow down, study, and perhaps get to know one another a bit more? We have been sort of on the go since you swept me off my feet, miss Ellie... and if we're going to be together as you say, I would like to know my two guardians?" She had said more than she had before, for the most part, showing that she had actually been thinking things over as they pair spoke out loud - not to mention, to the observant, she was very well spoken for a supposed servant.	Age: 26 Race: Human Occupation: Commoner (Ancient Royalty) Personality: Evelyn is both a confident, strong woman and a dependent, clingy girl. Her life has been one of mundane housework under the care of a noble man, serving even in her childhood as a servant to his whims and needs. This has left her scarred without much love in her life and a hate for being yelled at or being in any sort of trouble. However she has come out the other side with a strength rarely seen and a will for doing good in the world where she is able. Still, she can be fragile at times, giving off a picture of a broken woman with hidden strength in her heart. She is otherwise kind and secretly a huge romantic, despite her draw towards other women. Likes: Reading, lakes, flirting, helping others, being submissive Dislikes: Being yelled at, spiders, dark places, being alone Deity: Arete, Goddess of Virtue Abilities: Evelyn has a particular seal on her inner wrist in the shape of Celtic knot. Though for most of her life, she hasn't been able to use it, it has a couple abilities; • Object Forming: In times of need or when she calls upon it, she can manifest any physical object into temporary existence. Normally these are things like shields or weapons, which are always unbreakable and weightless. • Blink: This is a short-ranged instant teleport which is activated by will or in times of extreme danger. She cannot teleport anyone but herself however and her belongings. • Martial Insight: Though not giving her the ability to master martial fighting, the seal does give her insight in moderate techniques of fighting, giving her a decent chance in most melee battles. Skills: Housekeeping and basic survival skills, along with journeyman martial knowledge from her seal. She can also cook, sew, read and write well. Background Evelyn was born to a common man and woman, but did not know of her parents past the age of three, when she was effectively sold into Lord Heril's service. Though not considered a true slave, she nevertheless had little freedoms and was forced to stay on the estate at almost all times, even as a little girl. Due to this, the closest thing she had to a family was the other servants, though even they weren't really that close to her. Instead, they acted more like teachers and tutors for her duties as a house servant, in which she learns how to cook, clean, sew, and tend to errands for the lord. Most of her life did not see much else from it other than servitude, though more stress was put on her when she found that it was common for the lord to force a pseudo-marriage within his servants to bear more children. This was not good news for Evelyn despite that most of the women and men seemed to accept it, finding at least some comfort in pairing up, but she knew she never really enjoyed being around men much. Finally, when she hit her twenty-sixth birthday, Lord Heril told her that she would be married within the next month. Something sparked in her and she couldn't stand it anymore, being told what to do, how to do it, and who to love. She made an attempt to escape and left in the middle of the night. Sadly, she was not skilled enough to slip away and was caught in the town over. When handed over to her lord, he didn't just beat her, but put her up for actual slavery, where one had no rights and no protection against their master or others...
52,101	1,411	34	1,991	4,781	“For the good fight… no need to worry about that.” The dragoon smirked, she knew how to fight if nothing else. She knew it so well that it was like she was born with that skill. As for the armor, she really disliked being enclosed in metal for some reason. Also she once had a case where while wearing heavy armor the medallion’s string kind of tore and she transformed within the armor… it wasn’t a very enjoyable thing. The metal felt tight around her growing body… good thing she wasn’t alone back then, her mentor helped her take of the armor. “I don’t only look tired… I’m bloody tired… I've crossed an entire country basically on foot in matter of a few days without much rest.” Amelia replied and leaned on a nearby wall. She wanted a nap… so badly! Suddenly she heard Evelyn’s voice.” Yes, listen to her!” Amelia agreed with a nod.” There should be a place we can crash for a while… I don’t need much, perhaps an hour or so at most.” The mercenary said with tired voice, placing her hand on Evelyn’s shoulder. “Well, well look at who’s been busy thinking things through. I was wondering why you seemed so quiet.” Amelia smiled…” Well the easiest way to learn something you want to know, is to ask~”	Appearance: In her human appearance Amelia looks like a warrior hero from the stories of old. She is nearly two meters tall with strong well developed and elegant body. She has a long black hair and violet eyes. In her dragoon(real) form she still retains her general appearance though now she has a pair of curved dragon horns on her head. Her hands are covered in sleek black scales up from her shoulders down to her fingers which now end with sturdy claws. She also has a tail also covered in the same black scales. Name / Alias: Amelia Shallor “Dragoon” Age: 25 Race: Half-dragon Occupation: (dragon) Warrior Personality: Amelia is generally a fairly friendly person. She likes to be around people, to talk with them and to make friends. She is extremely loyal to her friends and would go to great lengths to protect them if needs be. She also likes to lazy around if a chance presents itself, usually reading a book in the meantime. To most people she would appear quite cheerful, but that’s not completely true. Amelia dislikes her draconic visage quite a lot due the fact most people tend to shun her when they find out about it. That’s why she rarely returns to her real form and tends to hide when she is in it. She was called ugly and a monster more than enough to scar her heart. Likes: Having company, food, reading, naps. Dislikes: Her draconic part, alcohol, cooking. Deity: Amelia is not a strict follower of any deity herself. Her draconic body is not something she was born with though. When she was a child, her mother made a pact with mysterious entity known as Omega. That entity saved Amelia by turning her into a half-dragon. Abilities: She is a dragoon or as they also call her a dragon warrior. Melie possesses 3 different forms: The mask: Under the effect of a powerful magic spell, she keeps her real form hidden and looks entirely like a human. In this form she still retains some of her inhuman strength and the ability to create pure non elemental energy blasts. Dragoon(real) form: This is her real appearance and one that holds most of her powers. In her real form she possesses incredible strength and speed. Her energy blasts are even stronger and her strongest comes in a form of a breath attack. Dragon form: This is her final form, when she transforms into a dragon, her size is about enough for a person or two to ride on her. In this form it’s naturally given her strength is monstrous, she can fly and her energy blasts are at their strongest. That said, she lacks the grace and precision she often needs when fighting smaller enemies in this form. Skills: She is master at swordsmanship & flying. Additionally she’s more than adept at medicine, fist fighting and napping(yes it’s a skill!). Background: When Amelia was born, she was already near death. At that time all physicians and healers told her mother that all they can do at this point was to pray. Her mother was not a stupid woman though, grasping at the straws she followed an old legend of their town about the caves at the mountains nearby. Legend stated a demon lived in those caves, in her grief her mother did not care anymore. She was ready to sell her soul to the demon if that meant salvation for her daughter. What exactly happened in the caves her mother never said, but what is known is that when she finally left them, Amelia was transformed into a dragoon. Her childhood was not a happy one after that point. Her mother was accused of being cultist or a monster, but no one really dared to try to do something to her. Instead they just ignored and shunned the woman and her child. Amelia grew up with only her mother, they were forbidden to enter the village and lived in a small house in the outskirts. Still her mother didn’t complain, but rather she seemed glad for every moment she spend with her young daughter. One day when Amelia was 10 her mother fell sick and a few weeks later died. None of the healers of the village came to check on her to try to heal her. They all just left her to die, needless to say Amelia hated them for it. The day her mother died, she went on a rampage after turning for first time into a full dragon form. Luckily she was pacified, by a traveling warrior who by chance was passing by their town, before she can kill anyone. Afterwards he took her with him in his travels. The warrior’s name was Jack, in their travels he taught the young Amelia everything she needs to know about the art of the sword and taught her also medicine and to appreciate a good book. In his travels he also pulled some strings so he can get Amelia a magical medallion that makes her body stay completely human while she wears it. For by that time she already hated her draconic part. Eventually she left the warrior’s care when he finally returned home to his family and there was not a place for her in that house, despite everything he and his wife said. She did not feel right there, thus she returned to wandering and became a mercenary. She earned the nickname Dragoon which is coincidently also how she calls her real form. Few know about her draconic part and of those who do, most have called her monster before and all of them were people she saved from certain death. Needless to say, it scarred her quite a lot.

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