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Hallam regarda son approche, la tête inclinée encore plus loin à sa hauteur au-dessus de lui. « Oui, » accepta-t-il volontiers et se mit à l'expliquer, gesticulant à sa table de travail. "Je suis un alchimiste que vous voyez, et j'ai entendu parler des Kaldorei et de leurs alliés. Vous êtes longtemps vécu et faites votre maison dans la grande forêt de l'ouest, protéger et respecter comme je l'ai entendu décrit, je suis sûr que vous savez votre chemin autour des herbes mieux que moi. Je me demandais si vos compétences apparentes en poisons pourraient vous aider. Tu as besoin de plus de poison toi-même? Ou en avez-vous assez?" Il n'était pas au courant des détails sur l'endroit où les Dryads ont eu leur poison, il s'attendait à ce qu'ils l'aient fait eux-mêmes.

1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)

Kalania regarda la personne plus courte devant elle. Elle était plus grande que beaucoup de kaldorei et les humains étaient plus courts que tous les kaldorei donc c'était étrange de dire le moins. Elle se sentait si grande parmi les autres courses. Alors que l'homme commençait à parler, Kalania s'inclina la tête à sa vue du kaldorei et de leurs alliés. Une fois de plus, il était étrange de l'entendre décrire comme cela, sûr qu'ils étaient alliés avec le kaldorei, mais la façon dont Hallam l'a dit, a rendu cela presque drôle. Même sa description de l'endroit où ils résidaient était drôle, donc elle a laissé un sourire apparaître sur son visage. Eh bien, je connais mon chemin autour des herbes et peut faire des mélanges de plusieurs sortes, en quelque sorte vient avec la naissance.Le dryad a dit avec une voix mélodique heureuse et un rire.Le truc est que je n'utilise pas de poisons que je fais cependant. Elle a apporté le bord vers l'avant pour qu'Hallam puisse le voir clairement. La lame était maintenant revêtue d'un éclat très distinctif.Les séchades sont magiques dans la nature. Nous descendons de Cenarius. À cause de notre nature, le poison recouvre chacune de nos armes naturellement au moment où nous en prenons possession. C'est un poison spécial aussi, il affecte presque tout organique, même certains démons et morts-vivants. » Elle a dit avec un sourire, mettant la lance loin.« Je l'ai testé à Hyjal... » Elle a dit avec un visage sombre, se rappelant les horreurs qu'elle a vues à l'époque. De toute façon... J'ai été détournée par les souvenirs... »Elle a dit, légèrement penché sur la table pour vérifier ce que l'homme avait à sa disposition.« Alors, qu'est-ce que vous cherchez exactement à faire avec ces herbes?

1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)

Hallam hoche la tête, il est décevant d'apprendre que c'était une compétence qu'il était peu susceptible d'être capable d'apprendre, mais il était néanmoins utile. « J'avais l'intention d'utiliser votre connaissance des poisons pour aider nos troupes de mêlée, mais je suppose que des réparations et des améliorations devront être faites. J'ai utilisé Bruiseweed et Swiftthistle pour me préparer au combat avec les fanatiques. Leur conviction les rend puissants manieurs de la Lumière, les potions saintes de protection vont nier cela. Alternativement Wild Steelblooms et Stranglekelp font un bon aide pour nos boucliers. Cela le fait pour les potions spéciales cependant, j'ai la santé et les potions mana aussi, mais je suis difficile à trouver beaucoup de choses qui poussent dans cette terre. Ce serait mieux si je pouvais mettre la main sur des sacs de venin, je pourrais faire une potion curante avec ceux-là et une partie des Bruiseweed. Nous en aurons sans doute besoin contre le Scurge." Il a froncé, "Rien pour ça cependant. Tu as des idées toi-même? Je ne sais pas ce que nous pourrions faire d'autre pour aider à la bataille." Il avait des idées bien sûr, mais des choses comme la protection de l'ombre, la puissance de feu, et une moindre invisibilité étaient hors de sa portée compte tenu des matériaux avec lesquels il devait travailler, donc il n'a pas eu la peine de les mentionner.

1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)

Fusée dans le temps Le groupe, maintenant composé de 16 personnes, traversa un vieux tunnel, un égout en briques séchées assez grand pour contenir même un Dryad ou un Tauren. Alors qu'il y avait des rats géants, il y avait peu ou pas de morts-vivants, et ces quelques-uns ont été rapidement envoyés à la vitesse. Soudain, Rogrelg arrêtait le groupe, sentant quelque chose, avant qu'il pointe vers un endroit apparemment vide et envoie un pilier de lumière de cette façon. Un cri retentit, et la forme épermérale d'un Ombre fut brièvement glipmpsée alors qu'elle se dissipait en wisps - petit w - de fumée noire. "Et c'est un espion disparu", a dit le prêtre Orc avant que le groupe marche vers un grand tas de décombres sous un grand trou dans le sol, un trou éclairé par la lumière de l'après-midi. «La lumière nous protège», a intoné Rogrelg alors qu'il jetait un sort de protection sur le groupe, avant qu'il grimpât le tas de décombres, incitant les autres à faire de même. Une fois qu'ils l'ont fait, ils émergeraient dans une rue pavée vide, entourée de maisons avec des toits déchirés et des cadres en bois exposés, noircies de cendres et de pourriture. Un quartier résidentiel de Stratholme, près du côté Scarlet de la ville; les bruits de combat peuvent être entendus à proximité. « Ici, » l'Orc a ensuite conduit le groupe à une ruelle, ce qui a conduit à un labyrinthe torride qui a conduit à un passage d'entretien, qui a ensuite conduit à la place Crusader elle-même, où une bataille lancé entre Undead et Scarlet Crusade était en cours! "Il semble que nous ayons de la chance," Rogrelg était clairement à la recherche d'un moyen de se faufiler dans le Bastion maintenant...

1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore. 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: Male 4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind. 5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe. 6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed. In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way. Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them? But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them. The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would. 7: Random Information: - Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind. - Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments. - Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.

Hallam s'éternue dans le dégoût, mais c'était un front pour cacher sa douleur. C'est ce à quoi son peuple avait été réduit, des cadavres pourrir dans les égouts d'une grande ville autrefois. Là où le commerce et la culture avaient autrefois prospéré parmi l'humanité maintenant il n'y avait que la machine de guerre de rickety de l'Undead et la corruption de la Scurge s'écoulant comme des vrilles dans des maisons autrefois robustes pour les transformer en coquilles faibles pourries sans but. S'il n'éternue pas, il crierait, la colère et la haine étaient plus faciles à gérer que le chagrin et la désolation. De plus, il ne faisait pas confiance aux autres pour les comprendre, et encore moins aux vraies émotions qu'il avait dans son cœur. Il sentit la bénédiction de la Lumière s'installer autour de lui à la demande de l'Orc, mais ce n'était que peu de réconfort, mais seulement un autre rappel de combien ils étaient tombés. Au moins la connaissance pratique de l'Orc était utile, il s'attendait à moitié à ce que les anciennes entrées soient effondrées et en feu. Pour penser, Prince Arthas l'avait fait. Il s'est moqué. Défait de tous côtés Lordaeron n'avait pas eu une chance, la trahison du prince ne faisait que hâter leur défaite. Puis les bruits de bataille l'atteignirent, il semblait que leurs ennemis étaient distraits les uns des autres. Heureusement. "Dépêchons-nous alors, leur escarmouche ne durera que si longtemps." Il a conseillé tranquillement, il ne ferait pas de parler si fort que d'attirer l'attention après tout.

1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)

Le visage de Kalania trahit ses émotions en voyant les ruines de cette ville autrefois grande. Les cadavres pourris, les bâtiments ruinés, les morts-vivants qui rampent partout... tout lui rappelait les horreurs qu'elle a vues pendant la guerre avec la légion. Elle a elle-même dû marcher à travers des terres qui ont souffert du réveil de la légion et pour combattre les restes mêmes des morts que le fléau soulevé pour aider leurs maîtres démoniaques. C'était presque comme si elle revivait cet événement... sans les démons au moins. Lorsque leur chef a utilisé ses pouvoirs sacrés pour jeter la protection sur eux, Kalania s'est tenue tranquille car la protection a échoué sur elle. Une partie d'être à l'abri de la magie... Au moins, les choses se sont légèrement améliorées une fois qu'elles sont revenues au-dessus du sol et qu'elles ont pu voir le ciel une fois de plus. En tant que dryad, les sous-sols n'étaient pas ses choses préférées, surtout en raison de sa taille. Bien sûr, les tunnels qu'ils utilisaient étaient assez gros, mais elle avait toujours l'impression qu'elle était dans un endroit serré. Elle se sentait assez mal à l'aise, qu'elle devait ignorer le regard sur le visage d'Hallam. Elle avait une idée de ce qu'il ressentait, même si probablement personne ne savait vraiment, sauf d'autres survivants de cet endroit. Mais elle n'a pas eu la chance de le réconforter. Comme ils ont été conduits à travers le labyrinthe des ruelles arrières jusqu'à ce qu'ils ont entendu le bruit de la bataille. Elle a dit tristement à la vue des morts-vivants et des chevaliers qui s'affrontent. Bien sûr qu'ils étaient inquiets l'un avec l'autre, donc s'ils devaient se faufiler quelque part, c'était le moment. » Si nous devons nous faufiler contre les gens de la croisade, nous devrions le faire pour que le fléau n'ait pas le temps de réagir... Parce que les morts-vivants sont implacables, s'ils ont le vent d'une faiblesse, ils vont l'attaquer avec tout ce qu'ils ont. Le fait d'être asséché dans une ville... pendant la journée, la furtivité n'était pas vraiment une chose facile à retirer. » Pouvons-nous bloquer les streats ou quelque chose pour nous faire gagner du temps du fléau pendant que nous traitons avec les chevaliers? »

1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)

En fait, a dit Rogrelg, "il y a une raison pour laquelle j'ai parlé avec It'zik plus tôt." Il a ensuite fait un geste à la Makura. « Il nous a dit... que l'Esprit de l'Eau a accepté de nous donner toute l'aide possible, qui s'étend à deux options - une est de créer du brouillard qui nous obscurcira de la vue. Un autre est de créer la pluie qui fera la même chose, mais l'inconvince à la fois nous et eux. Un autre est de faire de la neige ou de la grêle, ce qui mettra fin à l'escarmouche, mais aussi d'alerter les ennemis que quelque chose est en place. » "Qui choisirez-vous? Personnellement, je préférerais le brouillard."

1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore. 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: Male 4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind. 5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe. 6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed. In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way. Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them? But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them. The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would. 7: Random Information: - Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind. - Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments. - Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.

Ce n'est pas pour la première fois qu'Hallam a été forcé de retenir un scoff. Un regard autour de lui lui rappelait juste pourquoi exactement il avait rejoint une faction neutre. Il ne faisait pas confiance à ce soi-disant Esprit d'Eau, il était probablement en ligue avec le Shaman Horde ou le Naga ou un autre type, tout aussi défavorable. Néanmoins, il devait compter sur ses alliés et si le commandant faisait confiance à la parole du homard, un tel avantage pourrait être utile. Peut-être pas à l'intérieur, mais beaucoup de combats étaient susceptibles d'être fait à l'extérieur aussi bien. S'il était juste Magi alors il suggérerait la pluie, il rendrait les sorts de gel plus efficaces, mais comme ils avaient des individus moins magiquement inclinés, il était préférable de ne pas rendre les choses plus difficiles pour eux qu'il ne le serait déjà. "Fog." Il a accepté à contrecœur, il espérait que cet Esprit serait au moins subtil à ce sujet. Fog ne sortait pas seulement de nulle part en quelques secondes, ce qu'il soupçonnait de savoir, mais Hallam doutait parfois de l'intelligence des non-humanoïdes, et même alors il avait aussi remis en question l'intelligence de beaucoup d'humains, pour ne rien dire de son voyage unique à Gadgetzan. Un Goblin s'était lancé en l'air sur une fusée et n'était pas descendu pendant toute la semaine de son séjour dans la ville, et c'était l'un des événements les plus doux qui se soient produits là-bas. Il était juste de dire que Goblins étaient à la fois des génies et des idiots, en même temps.

1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)

Kalania a regardé les morts-vivants et les chevaliers toujours dans presque une transe comme l'état. Cela a apporté beaucoup de souvenirs dans son esprit et tous semblaient aussi vifs qu'ils venaient de se produire. La grimace de son visage n'a pas disparu, mais elle a fait signe à la question de Rogrelg. Elle a dit avec une fronce et a regardé autour d'elle, mais la plupart ont du mal à s'y battre. Le brouillard est mieux, mais il vaut mieux se rappeler que le fléau aime l'utiliser aussi... Les zombies sont assez... difficiles à remarquer dans le brouillard épais avant qu'il ne soit trop tard et ils sont déjà sur vous. » Elle a déclaré, à la suite de l'affrontement entre les forces ennemies dans la distance. » Gardez également à l'esprit que le bruit voyage beaucoup plus loin dans le brouillard que par temps clair.« Le dryad a déclaré et pointé sur le côté non mort de la ville. » Le moment où nous nous engageons dans la bataille, les sons de celui-ci seront entendus tout le chemin là-bas sans aucun problème. » C'est pourquoi, selon que l'on s'attend à beaucoup de combats, je dis qu'on prend la pluie. La pluie amortit le bruit contrairement au brouillard. Si nous nous battons en plein milieu d'une pluie, il y a beaucoup plus de chances de ne pas alerter le fléau à notre présence. » Kalania a dit avec un sourire et a regardé autour des autres personnes avec elle. Comme quelqu'un qui vivait dans la nature... qui a grandi dans les forêts et la nature sauvage de Kalimdor, elle connaissait ses affaires quand il était temps.

1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)

On avait demandé à un ancien ranger d'aider les soldats d'Argent Dawn de n'importe quelle façon, alors qu'ils marchaient dans l'enfer cauchemar non mort qui les attendait au sein de Stratholme. Comme elle était extrêmement occupée la plupart du temps, les demandes devaient être très importantes et d'une manière ou d'une autre être bénéfiques pour elle aussi à long terme. Cette mission était cependant différente des autres, elle retournerait dans un endroit qui était autrefois une ville florissante pour l'humanité, une ville qu'elle avait vue de ses propres yeux qui a fini par brûler à cause d'Arthas et de sa folie. Fermer le portail à partir de Stratholme n'avait jamais été fait, personne ne pouvait trouver le portail, c'était si simple. Jusqu'à ce que ce portail soit trouvé et fermé, la ville représente une menace pour tous les royaumes de l'Est, attendant de répandre sa corruption à travers les terres et de réclamer toute vie pour le fléau. De l'intérieur du grand tunnel que les soldats de l'Aurore d'argent avaient pris pour atteindre la place Crusader, cet ancien général de ranger apparut, arc en main en regardant autour de la région, tout simplement en observant que la bataille entre le fléau et la croisade écarlate traînée. Après avoir écouté tout le monde discuter de ce qu'ils voudraient que l'Esprit d'Eau fasse à la horde des hostiles à proximité, Sylvanas Windrunner a donné son propre avis d'expert. Nos deux ennemis ici se battent, si nous attaquons maintenant, nous aurons à la fois la Scurge et la Croisade Scarlet pour lutter contre. Ma suggestion est d'attendre que le vainqueur se lève, et ensuite nous allons les éliminer. Quant à cet esprit d'eau, il s'avérera être un allié indispensable plus profond au sein de Stratholme où les feux sont les plus intenses de tous. Ne gaspillez pas son pouvoir sur quelque chose d'aussi mesquin que cette bataille devant nous. » Ils ne l'ont pas qualifiée de maître de stratégie sans raison, elle savait de quoi elle parlait. Qu'est-ce que vous dire Rogrelg, je vous ai donné mon conseil et maintenant vous devez faire un choix quant soit utiliser les capacités des Esprits d'Eau, ou attendre une victoire de côté et ensuite effacer ce qui reste. Prenez garde à ce que j'ai dit Orc, si nous nous battons tous les deux à la fois, certains de vos hommes mourront très probablement. » En prenant une flèche de son carquois, elle l'a rapidement étranglée et a positionné ses mains sur l'arc et la flèche, en attendant une réponse.

1: Name: Sylvanas Windrunner 2: Age: (Unknown?) 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Silvermoon 5: Equipment: Two curved elven short swords, a bow, full thick leather armor, backpack. 6: History: (For a detailed History - End of Warcraft 3 TFT) 7: Random Information: A: Sylvanas has control of not only the darks powers of shadow but also the magic’s that normal everyday hunters use in the field. B: Once an enemy is slain, the Dark Lady can bring them back from the dead to serve her. C: One of her main attacks is a Black Arrow, which explodes on contact, ignites the target in shadowy flame and corrupts. D: Has a dark personality and can sometimes be seen as Chaotic Neutral. E: Does not mess around at all, she is very serious about everything she does. F: Cares for her people, the Horde, and herself. G: Is extremely powerful according to her lore, but will not be doing anything to crazy for the RP.

Sylvanas, a dit Rogrelg dans le dégoût clair. "Stealthy comme toujours. J'espère que vous ne m'en voulez pas de vous exprimer contre vos dernières tentatives de dupe le guerrier pour vous permettre d'entrer dans la Horde. » Quelque chose qui pourrait nous rassembler avec Hallam, un profond et contraignant ressentiment d'elle.. "Mais assez de cela; nous pourrions être forcés de tomber sur votre stratégie de toute façon - les lignes de la croisade Scarlet tiennent." La Scourge non morte se retirait, laissant les lignes de Scarlet ensanglantées et battues. Avant que ce dernier ne puisse se remettre, Rogrelg regarda Hallam et Kalania, disant: "Nous avons une fenêtre d'opportunité et nous ferions mieux de ne pas la gaspiller. Inculpons-nous." Et avec cela, il cria: "Lok'tar Orgar!" avant lui, enveloppé dans une coquille de protection et sa hache dehors, enfilé hors de l'allée, suivi par les guerriers de la communauté...

1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore. 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: Male 4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind. 5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe. 6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed. In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way. Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them? But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them. The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would. 7: Random Information: - Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind. - Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments. - Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.

Hallam a été surpris de dire le moins, le chef du renégat Undead les avait rejoints en personne pour cette quête. Certes, l'élimination des bastions de Scorge à Lordaeron était de la plus haute importance pour son peuple, de sorte qu'il ne devrait pas être surpris que l'ancien Ranger-Général ait eu un intérêt dans leur succès. Il ne l'aimait toujours pas, elle n'avait pas aidé les survivants encore sur le continent, bien qu'avec aussi mauvais que les choses aient été il lui donnerait le bénéfice du doute juste cette fois, elle avait probablement été incapable d'aider dans le chaos de retrouver sa liberté. Son conseil était sonore au moins, bien qu'il préfère se faufiler avant de s'annoncer si ouvertement. C'était hors de ses mains maintenant, cependant, l'Orc menait une charge, créature sanguinaire que c'était. Il grimaçait incompréhensiblement, peut-être qu'il devrait repenser ces absurdités neutres de faction, mais pas le temps pour cela maintenant. Il attendait que les guerriers atteignent la viande des forces avant d'attaquer, il voulait garder tout élément de surprise qu'il pouvait. Puis, cueillir des cibles aux bords dans une tentative de prendre ceux qui ont la meilleure chance de s'échapper et d'avertir ceux qui se trouvent dans l'attaque, Hallam a commencé à lancer des sorts. La forte piqûre d'arcane a traversé les rues pavées, sillonnant les visages de zélotes écarlates insoupçonnés et les explosions froides de ses sorts de gel se sont évanouies à la force de ses ennemis qui avaient encore besoin de choses comme la chaleur, le souffle et le flux sanguin. Il alternait souvent, s'égarant dans une grande variété de sorts plutôt que de simplement suivre les mêmes. Il a rendu ses mouvements plus imprévisibles et moins susceptibles d'être évités.

1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?Kalania s'est brusquement ébranlée quand elle a finalement senti l'indécès qui s'est manifesté derrière eux. Elle tira sa lance avec vitesse qu'un maître sabre tirait son épée et prit position au combat vers Sylvanas. C'était son instinct, gravé dans elle pendant la guerre, mais une fois le facteur surprise terminé, avec réticence, elle a retiré sa lance. Sylvanas Windrunner, le leader du Forsaken. Comment Kalania ne pouvait pas savoir pour elle, celui qui conduit ceux qui se séparent du fléau... Le dryad a jeté un regard un peu malheureux sur la mention de Sylvanas connus... De plus, ils ressemblaient presque à des potes. Kalania voulait généralement être ouverte d'esprit et donner aux gens le bénéfice du doute, mais quelque chose dans le mort vient de la frotter de la mauvaise façon. Peut-être parce qu'elle n'était pas morte ou peut-être que c'était le fait que pour le mieux d'elle, elle ne pouvait pas vraiment penser à une raison pour laquelle le leader du Forsaken elle-même était ici... Elle n'avait pas un groupe de morts-vivants pour garder l'ordre? Kalania a toujours préféré que la pluie continue pendant qu'ils luttent pour amortir le bruit et ne pas alerter le fléau à ce sujet, mais c'est le choix du leader. Lorsque l'attaque contre les croisés restants a commencé, Kalania a été parmi les premiers à s'engager. Sa vitesse innée lui permit de se refermer rapidement au loin du côté en jetant sa première lance sur l'un des chevaliers. Extrêmement précis, elle a frappé le point le plus faible de l'armure, sous le casque, abaissant instantanément le chevalier, avant avec quelques sauts rapides vers lui, elle a tiré sa lance et a attaqué un autre. Bien sûr assez de sryads paraissaient assez faibles au début pour la plupart des gens, mais ces mêmes personnes ont généralement rapidement trouvé que ce n'était pas exactement le cas. Alors que le mage utilisait sa magie pour s'occuper des traînards et que la principale force de combat de leur groupe combattait le noyau des chevaliers, Kalania sautait sur le champ de bataille, faisant des frappes rapides pour même une simple égratignure de ses lances a causé le poison pour tourner les ennemis assez... facile à finir.

1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)

Les yeux des femmes obscures se rétrécissaient à Rogrelg, rappelant à quel point il avait été incroyablement ignorant et stupide lors de la dernière rencontre qu'elle avait eue avec le chef de guerre pour laisser son peuple rejoindre les forces de la Horde. Vous ne comprenez pas ce que vous trafiquez avec Rogrelg, vous ne devriez pas avoir voix au chapitre dans les effets de la vie non seulement de mon peuple, mais du Sin'dorei et de la Horde dans son ensemble. Nous parlerons de ce sujet plus tard, ce n'est ni l'heure ni l'endroit. » Sans un autre mot, la pointe de la flèche que Sylvanas avait enfilée sur son arc a commencé à briller un violet doux, émettant une fumée noire comme substance. Tirant la flèche en arrière, Sylvanas a parlé dans un ton bas et sombre de la voix. Que mon but soit vrai.La flèche a été libérée de son emprise et a volé vers sa cible avec la vitesse et la force contre nature. La flèche a frappé sa cible avec une précision mortelle puis le corps s'est enflammé dans une flamme de la même couleur violet foncé qui était apparue à la fin du projectile. Le Scarlet Crusader a eu quelques secondes pour réfléchir à ce qui s'était passé alors qu'il paniquait, se heurtant à d'autres et les incendiant presque aussi. Finalement, l'homme est tombé à terre et sa vie a pris une fin extrêmement douloureuse. "Faible et pathétique, quel gaspillage de flèches."Pensait Sylvanas à elle-même alors qu'elle enfonçait une flèche normale sur son arc et la laissait s'envoler dans le groupe d'ennemis qui avait remarqué finement leur présence. Tout allait parfaitement, tout s'attendait à une chose, et c'était Kalania qui sautait sur le champ de bataille. De temps en temps, le Dryad sautait devant le but de Sylvanas, et le tir devait attendre quelques secondes ou être complètement annulé pendant un certain temps puis tenté une fois de plus. "Soyez las de mon but, Dryad, à moins que vous ayez un vœu de mort. Je vous ferais rare autour de moi quand je prends un coup de feu. » Une flèche a été libérée de son arc, il a voyagé si près de Kalania que le sifflement de lui couper à travers les airs serait assez audible. À seulement quelques pieds d'elle, la flèche a frappé un croiseur écarlate dans la tête, presque en voyageant complètement à travers son crâne. Espérons que le Dryad prendrait l'indice des dames sombres et utiliserait plus de prudence. La plus grande partie de la croisade écarlate était morte, mais certains étaient encore vivants et Ignorants assez pour continuer à se battre. Le moral avait été brisé, la mort se rapprochait d'eux, mais ils n'étaient pas un à se rendre ou à tomber sur leur propre lame. Il est apparu qu'à la mort, les autres sont entrés dans une sorte de haine ou de rage qui les a alimentés à se battre plus fort. C'est peu de temps après avoir averti le Dryad de ses mouvements rapides que Sylvanas a remarqué un Scarlet Crusader qui était probablement le chef des deux brigades, la prenant ou la capturant écraserait le reste des Scarlet Crusaders volonté de se battre. "Rogrelg, couvre-moi un moment pendant que je tire sur leur chef." S'avançant légèrement, Sylvanas prit une pose de combat et se dirigea ensuite très soigneusement. La flèche a volé de son arc et a craqué légèrement avant de frapper les dirigeants gauches épaule qui criaient dans la douleur et se sentent au sol. Le chef d'escouade a atteint la flèche, mais a senti son corps s'engourdir, et a perdu tout contrôle sur elle. "Poison utilisé pour paralyser un hostile, utilisé sur Arthas il y a un moment. Va voir ce que tu peux faire, je te couvrirai cette fois." Une fois de plus, une flèche a été enfoncée sur son arc et elle s'est dirigée, se déplaçant avec la tête pour que Rogreng bouge. Fais vite Orc et amène-la-moi avant qu'ils ne l'apprennent et ne la déplacent ailleurs.

1: Name: Sylvanas Windrunner 2: Age: (Unknown?) 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Silvermoon 5: Equipment: Two curved elven short swords, a bow, full thick leather armor, backpack. 6: History: (For a detailed History - End of Warcraft 3 TFT) 7: Random Information: A: Sylvanas has control of not only the darks powers of shadow but also the magic’s that normal everyday hunters use in the field. B: Once an enemy is slain, the Dark Lady can bring them back from the dead to serve her. C: One of her main attacks is a Black Arrow, which explodes on contact, ignites the target in shadowy flame and corrupts. D: Has a dark personality and can sometimes be seen as Chaotic Neutral. E: Does not mess around at all, she is very serious about everything she does. F: Cares for her people, the Horde, and herself. G: Is extremely powerful according to her lore, but will not be doing anything to crazy for the RP.

Vous n'êtes pas le patron de moi, Forsaken, Rogrelg grogne comme il a fait ce que Sylvanas a dit de toute façon, jetant un sort de protection autour de lui avant de traîner le paralysé Scarlet Crusader au Ranger-General. "J'espère que tu ne tiendras pas l'interrogatoire ici, en plein air. Mais ce n'est pas ton plan, n'est-ce pas? » Vous avez le pouvoir du contrôle mental, je ne l'oublie pas. Il est parfaitement possible pour vous de faire vous-même le guide de l'ennemi au Grand Crusader. Si oui, faites-le avant que mon dégoût ne surmonte mon pragmatisme. Soudain, le son des canons booma des murs du bastion Scarlet, aucun d'entre eux ne frappant le groupe... encore. "Tout le monde!" a crié le prêtre Orc, "à l'intérieur du bâtiment! Nous avons une petite fenêtre de temps avant de confronter le Grand Crusader! » Fusée dans le temps L'archiviste Galford était tombé par la main de Rogrelg, Malor le zélé serait frappé par un projectile empoisonné - était-ce le travail de Kailana, ou quelqu'un d'autre? - tandis que le maître de Cannon Weily serait touché par des flèches - peut-être Sylvanas, peut-être un Archer humain. Le but était d'épuiser le groupe, les forçant à passer par les hordes de soi-disant troupes d'élite. Maintenant, Saidan Dathoran, portant son marteau, affrontait un groupe qui, bien qu'ils localement surpassaient son nombre, était fatigué, fatigué, et quelques-uns qui étaient blessés. Ça allait être un dur combat.

1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore. 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: Male 4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind. 5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe. 6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed. In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way. Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them? But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them. The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would. 7: Random Information: - Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind. - Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments. - Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.

Au fur et à mesure que la bataille progressait, Kalania se trouvait en fait étrangement en train de cibler les mêmes personnes que Sylvanas. C'était étrange... presque comme s'ils travaillaient sur le même plan de combat, mais ce n'était pas compatible pour deux personnes. Le problème, c'est qu'étant donné que le sécheur était au genou dans les combats, elle s'empêchait de tirer sur les flèches des morts-vivants. Une chose que Sylvanas lui rappelait rapidement. "Ne m'avertit pas de nouveau Banshee Queen."Le sécheur répondit, balançant sa lance avec une force assez forte que lorsqu'il frappa la tête d'un chevalier voisin, il envoyait tout le gars blindé au sol. "Je me battais sur la première ligne contre la légion brûlante... Je n'ai pas peur de vous ou de votre lik... en plus c'est vous qui ciblez les mêmes personnes que moi... - Elle a souri, jetant sa lance dans la direction d'un chevalier qui essayait de les flanquer vers la Reine Banshee. Puis elle s'est mise à sauter sur le côté où il y avait toute la mêlée qui se passait. Espérons que l'elfe non-morte restera dans sa propre région. Kalania s'occupait encore des traînards quand le feu de canon s'est fait écho et que les obus ont commencé à frapper autour d'eux. » Par Cenarius, un si mauvais but... » La sécheuse a déclaré qu'elle suivait l'ordre de l'Orc d'entrer dans le bâtiment à proximité. Fusée dans le temps Je me demande si c'est un vrai gros coup qui va montrer cette fois. La croisade a survécu à son nom... ils avaient certainement les chiffres à leur lancer et assez sûr que c'était fatigant, mais ce n'était pas quelque chose qu'elle n'avait pas fait avant. Alors qu'elle attendait la prochaine vague, elle s'était assise, avait fermé les yeux et méditait pour calmer son esprit et récupérer une certaine force. Au moins, elle était avant de se lever et de se rendre à Sylvanas. Le dryad avait une expression légèrement déplaisante, mais c'était quelque chose qu'il fallait faire. Je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de remarquer comment vous vous battez... Elle a commencé à dire à la Reine Banshee. Si nous formions une stratégie de coopération, nous ne causerions pas de problèmes l'un à l'autre sur le champ de bataille. »Elle a déclaré, et a regardé vers l'extérieur, en s'inclinant la tête.« En fait, il semble que quelqu'un de nouveau soit venu nous combattre à nouveau... ont-ils prévu de nous jeter des « élites » jusqu'à ce que nous mourions d'ennui?

1: Name: Kalania 2: Age: 150 3: Sex: Female 4: Place of Birth: Ashenvale, within the forest north west of Astranaar. 5: Equipment: 5 dryad spears, silk shirt, leather armor, backpack. 6: History: Kalania is a young Dryad that was born near the town of Astranaar. Among the other dryads withing their grove, Kalania was quick to learn everything the older dryads taught her. While many of her kind were more predisposed towards the druid arts, Kalania actually turned out to be quite the warrior. Her spear was strong, her attack fast and her throws were incredibly accurate like with all of her kind. Originally she was content with tending to the forest along with the other dryads, but everything changed when the strange invaders appeared from beyond the ocean. Originally she and the rest of her grove were away from the areas where the green skinned invaders were desecrating the ancient forests so she didn't get to fight them, but when their leader and father Cenarius was brought down by the green monsters, it felt like a part of them died in that moment. She felt it with her entire being and for a first time since she was born, she felt anger and hatred. Later when it was all revealed to be a plot of the Legion, she joined the front line fights alongside the night elves. She was at Mount Hyjal when the last battle occurred where they allied with the humans and the Horde. She never really completely overcome her hatred towards Orcs, but learned to stand it and not let it control her actions. Now after the war ended, she just couldn't stay in the forest anymore. She felt the desire to leave and explore the world. In the war she met many people from other races, even the invaders from beyond the ocean. She felt drawn towards the unknown now more than ever. Thus she left her forest just as she did during the war, but this time to explore on her own. It was in her travels that she learned of the Argent Dawn and their struggle against all the forces that try to claim this world. She was a defender of nature, so this cause seemed close enough with her utmost duty. 7: Random Information: -Abilities: Abolish magic(active), Slow poison(passive), Spell immunity(passive)

Hallam grimaçait de dégoût, essuyant son visage avec sa manche. Certains sorts étaient mieux à portée de main, en particulier les sorts froids qu'il préférait utiliser sur leurs adversaires vivants. Cela a eu l'effet secondaire malheureux de le mettre à proximité des combats pendant un court laps de temps, et bien que ce soit dangereux, ce n'est pas ce qui l'a dégoûté. Non, un guerrier particulièrement musclé avait pris une épée à l'un des prêtres écarlates, l'arc de sang qui en résultait avait pris tout son visage et ses robes. En fait, il avait cessé de lancer dans sa surprise, jetant un sort de Blink pour revenir à une distance sûre et essuyer la substance rapidement de sa bouche. Il brillait à l'arrière de la tête des Warriors alors qu'il sentait une goutte constante de liquide chaud glisser sur son col. Il n'était pas sûr lequel des idiots avait été celui qui l'éclaboussait, il avait été concentré uniquement sur la bataille à l'époque, mais Hallam était en train de trouver un plan de vengeance sur tous. Peut-être les transformer en moutons après cette campagne? Ou il pourrait pisser dans leurs potions de guérison... Son murmure sombre s'estompa en arrière-plan alors que la figure sombre de Sylvanus entrait en vue, une Kalania lumineuse et colorée à ses côtés bavardant loin. Quelle paire étrange. Il pensait muselément. Hallam ne connaissait pas beaucoup des visages qu'ils avaient rencontrés, mais même il connaissait le visage de Saïdan Dathrohan. Uther, Tirion, Turalyon et Saidan furent les quatre à trouver les Chevaliers de la Main d'Argent. C'était presque surréaliste, se battant contre un homme qu'il avait entendu parler d'un enfant. Ils allaient tuer cet homme, ce grand héros de Lordaeron. Comment c'est arrivé? Mais ça n'avait pas d'importance. Saidan était l'ennemi maintenant, irrationnel et rempli de haine, quoi qu'il ait été maintenant, il était un danger pour la vie de tous les Azéroth. Ses perturbations de la fragile stabilité de Lordaeron et l'assassinat inlassable de tous ceux qui ne font pas partie de la croisade étaient un danger qu'on ne pouvait ignorer. Hallam était sûr que la seule raison pour laquelle il vivait encore était de distraire le Scurge ici, mais maintenant ils allaient éliminer les deux menaces. Un autre fouineur a rampé ça dans son expression. Il serait heureux de faire sauter cet homme au Void. Les choses que ses croisés avaient faites sous ses ordres étaient aussi impardonnables que la trahison du prince.

1: Name: Hallam Ramsey 2: Age: 24 3: Sex: M 4: Place of Birth: Strahnbrad, Lordaeron 5: Equipment: Dalaran Mage's Staff, Scourge Sacrificial Dagger, Dalaran Mage's Robes, Theramore Marsh Boots 6: History: Hallam was born in Strahnbrad and well on his way to following in his father's footsteps to become a hunter to provide food for his home, but in an act of teenage rebellion he ran away from home to study in Dalaran. He'd long envied his neighbor, Enchanter Millius, and his ability to use magic. He knew his father would never allow him to learn, so he took matters into his own hands. He did not often regret his decision, not until the Scourge marched on Dalaran. He escaped with a handful of other residents, but they fought hard to reach safety. They found it in Tarren Mills for a time, but the influx of refugees to the town made it too good of a target to pass up and the town was destroyed by the Scourge. Hallam spent nearly a year on the run before finally the Scourge-Forsaken conflict allowed him to break through and find Southshore. From there he was evacuated to Kalimdor. Relieved as he was to return to studying magic, Hallam never forgot his experiences in Lordaeron. He eventually left to learn in the world instead of in a library. He tested his talents and skills by helping the Alliance in Dustwallow Marsh and the Barrens, but soon he found himself considering the Argent Dawn. A cause worth his service and coin worth his time; what's not to like? 7: Random Information: (Dunno how much of this last bit is relevant but better have it and not need it than not have it and need it.) Appearance - Specialization - Arcane Primary Professions - Herbalism (Expert), Alchemy (Expert) Secondary Professions - Archeaology (Apprentice), Cooking (Journeyman), First Aid (Journeyman) Family - Allard Ramsey (Father; Deceased), Lorabel Ramsey (Mother; Deceased), Juston Ramsey (Brother; Deceased)

En 1983 (c'est une bonne scène d'ouverture, n'est-ce pas?), il y avait une meute de loups appelée "The Faded Pack" et leur travail était d'inspecter la forêt et de s'assurer que les chasseurs, les attrapeurs d'animaux, ect. Je n'étais pas là. S'il y en avait, les loups hurleraient. Chaque hurlement haut et bas signifie quelque chose, Faible est un danger, normal est seulement un ou deux étaient autour, et haut signifiait tout est bon. Ces loups sortaient tous les jours quand le soleil était au plus haut, tout droit de leur cabane. Un jour, ils sortirent dans la forêt, et tout allait bien, et ils firent leur grand hurlement. Cela a pris un certain temps, car ils ont dû encercler toute la forêt à deux reprises pour s'assurer que rien n'était autour. Ainsi, tout en explorant la forêt, un loup très curieux s'est enfui pour une raison inconnue. Elle est allée dans la forêt sombre, couvert de toits, étaient les chasseurs vont le plus, mais quelque chose de particulier est arrivé. Elle a trouvé un énorme cratère qui s'est posé sur la surface de la terre. Elle, comme je l'ai dit, était curieuse et descendit le cratère, trouvant quelques pas ici et là. "Rose!? Où es-tu au monde?" "Nous sommes très inquiets! S'il vous plaît, sortez!" "Les gars! Suis ma voix! Je suis dans un trou profond!"Rose?! Te voilà! On t'a cherché partout! "Soyez prudent là-bas Rose..." "Je vais bien! *Onde* Allez dow-" "Rose!". Ils ont tous sauté après ça. Personne ne sait ce qui est arrivé aux loups, sinon s'ils sont morts ou sont encore en vie. Mais, une chose que nous savons, c'est que 3 petits sont venus du même trou 4 (Dog) des années plus tard. Certains disent qu'ils sont morts et que les petits ont trouvé une issue car ils sont si petits, d'autres disent la même chose sur la façon dont les petits sont sortis, mais qu'ils sont encore vivants et les adultes ont trouvé une petite sortie. Bien que beaucoup de théories soient là, nous avons la moitié de la preuve de tous. Bien des années plus tard, environ huit, les petits ne se souviennent toujours de rien, étant si petits. La seule chose qu'ils pourraient faire est d'explorer et d'essayer de les trouver. Il y a sept petits maintenant, les petits, n'ayant nulle part où aller, ont rejoint une autre famille. Il y a quatre petits, et une mère et un père. Ils sont les seuls à être assez courageux pour accueillir les petits. Les parents s'appellent Emily pour la mère, et Rin pour le père. Ils vivent dans une petite tanière, un arbre sur le dessus, un rocher sur le fond qui est creux. Il y a quatre autres tanières, et les loups appellent ça un "paquet quartier". Les autres tanières ont cinq autres chiots pour les Sept avec qui jouer. Scout, Ayze et Trae pour les garçons, et pour les filles, Ember et Lilith. Les autres noms d'adultes n'ont pas vraiment d'importance. Maintenant, le RP auquel vous participez, c'est l'aventure des petits, qui commence à la tanière, se termine à???. Vous décidez comment l'histoire commence et se termine, les petits sont-ils bons ou mauvais, et le pack Faded est-il encore en vie? Vous choisissez dans ce RP basé sur Fantasy! Pour en savoir plus : - Pas plus de 12 personnes, et pas moins de 7 - Il est permis d'avoir du smex, mais n'agissez pas. - S'il vous plaît, n'ajoutez pas à l'histoire, gardez-le comme il est -pas d'écriture de copie, si vous allez prendre un élément de l'histoire, comme le titre, s'il vous plaît demander (les noms sont ok cependant) -Les chiots n'ont pas de pouvoirs, vous pouvez ajouter cela plus tard, quand ils trouvent le cratère ou quelque chose - Fais comme si c'était juste. C'est pour les pouvoirs. Par exemple, "Elle est devenue de plus en plus grande, ses dents de plus en plus gros comme son corps, et a glissé le petit loup en une seule morsure, la tuant instantanément" personne ne veut s'amuser avec quelqu'un comme ça! - L'or est autorisé. par exemple, "Il a mordu dans la dope, droit dans son cou. Il s'est tenu pendant qu'il essayait de s'enfuir. Le sang jaillit de son cou, puis, une fois qu'il était faible, il creusa ses dents plus loin et le sang s'éclaboussait partout. Il a creusé dans sa poitrine charnue, creusant les organes" - Ne tuez pas d'autres personnes/caractère à moins que je vous le permette, ou si c'est une personne, s'ils vous le permettent. - Pas de mort à moins que tu veuilles quitter le RP. - Ne demande pas de rôle supplémentaire. Pour présenter une demande : Il suffit de faire une description ci-dessous (dans les commentaires... En fait, je dois dire cela). Le DESC. doit inclure: Nom-Gender-Looks-Personnalité-. D'autres choses sont optionnelles, vous pouvez ajouter: Crush-BFF-Age-Pseudo-Dream Wish- Si vous voulez ajouter plus, ou si vous pensez que quelque chose d'important a été oublié, ajoutez-le simplement dans la description. Si j'approuve, PM moi et je vais vous dire le forum où vous êtes en fait RP.

Name: Maxwell Gender: Male Looks: Red wolf, patches of black, orange, red, brown, ect. with a green bandana around his neck. And hes very fuzzy Personality: Dare-devil, sorta flirty, cool, sorta hawt, does anything for attention, clumsy, fun Crush: Whichever female posts next because I'm the first one with a description BFF: Lots of wolves, but not all Age: 2 in a half / 8 dog years Nickname: Max Dream Wish: 1st - meet parents 2nd - get SUPER powerful 3rd - Find a true love with-in 2 dog years

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Name: Maxwell Gender: Male Looks: Red wolf, patches of black, orange, red, brown, ect. with a green bandana around his neck. And hes very fuzzy Personality: Dare-devil, sorta flirty, cool, sorta hawt, does anything for attention, clumsy, fun Crush: Whichever female posts next because I'm the first one with a description BFF: Lots of wolves, but not all Age: 2 in a half / 8 dog years Nickname: Max Dream Wish: 1st - meet parents 2nd - get SUPER powerful 3rd - Find a true love with-in 2 dog years

- C'est quoi, ça? Je ne comprends pas pourquoi personne n'aime ou ne se soucie jamais de mon bien pensé RPs...

Name: Maxwell Gender: Male Looks: Red wolf, patches of black, orange, red, brown, ect. with a green bandana around his neck. And hes very fuzzy Personality: Dare-devil, sorta flirty, cool, sorta hawt, does anything for attention, clumsy, fun Crush: Whichever female posts next because I'm the first one with a description BFF: Lots of wolves, but not all Age: 2 in a half / 8 dog years Nickname: Max Dream Wish: 1st - meet parents 2nd - get SUPER powerful 3rd - Find a true love with-in 2 dog years

L'Académie Arc Arc 1Arc Academy Associés Chapitre 1: Ouvrez vos yeux, abandonnez votre moi Dans les terres désertiques connues sous le nom d'Orocos, un événement rare dans l'univers était sur le point de se produire. Il y avait une faible chance que cet événement se produise tous les trois ans, mais souvent pas. Il fallait rassembler des êtres très contre nature, des créatures capables de transcender leur corps donné et des limitations imposées à la naissance. Evoluant à un rythme rapide variable, ces êtres connus de certains comme des monstres auraient finalement le pouvoir de changer le cours de l'univers lui-même. Orocos est une terre dure, intensément battue par les rayons brûlants du soleil. L'air est si sec qu'on peut presque sentir l'humidité aspirée de sa peau. Dans la plupart des pays, il n'y a rien d'autre que des bêtes sauvages qui se soient adaptées au climat impitoyable au fil des générations. Les quelques civilisations humaines qui existent à Orocos sont plus proches des terres non désertes, jamais trop loin d'une rivière ou d'une oasis qui fournit un approvisionnement constant en eau. Il serait impossible de survivre à Orocos même une journée sans accès immédiat à l'eau en tout temps. Pourtant, en ce jour, de nombreuses âmes courageuses ont décidé d'entreprendre un voyage dans cette condamnation à mort garantie. Embarquement de la ville la plus proche avec autant d'eau qu'ils pouvaient transporter et sortir dans le désert en même temps; un temps qui à chaque heure le désert a simplement grandi plus chaud et plus chaud et. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Plus chaud. Les locaux auraient informé n'importe qui que la destination n'était pas un bon choix pour un voyage d'une journée, surtout pas sans une équipe d'expédition qui était bien entraînée et bien fournie. Le climat du désert seul suffisait à tuer quelqu'un d'un coup de chaleur, et les créatures qui s'attiraient à attendre les voyageurs épuisés étaient abondantes. Les orocos étaient également fréquemment menacés par des tempêtes de sable vicieuses qui, si on survivait d'une manière ou d'une autre, mourraient encore après avoir perdu leur chemin, étant coupés du soleil et sévèrement battus. C'était peut-être un fait non confirmé, dans la mesure où vous ne pouviez pas appeler et vérifier son invitation, l'événement réel étant gardé secret après tout. Mais dans le désert il y avait une chance pour quelque chose d'unique à chaque voyageur aussi bien que commun. Une récompense qui pourrait accorder une toute nouvelle perspective au monde, des ressources dont certains ne pouvaient que rêver, du pouvoir dont l'ordinaire ne penserait même pas possible, et des expériences légendaires qui rendaient la vie risquée. Et donc les voyageurs audacieux se sont aventurés, pour trouver les ruines antiques d'une ville qui existait autrefois dans un endroit maintenant inhabitable. La civilisation déchue de Roontah. C'est ici que commence le véritable voyage, la chance de tester sa détermination et ses désirs de récompense inégalée. Et maintenant, les voyageurs capables de localiser et d'atteindre les ruines devaient commencer ce voyage. Seront-ils cependant confrontés au même sort que ceux qui n'ont pas trouvé les ruines, se perdront pour toujours dans le désert? Ou se transformeraient-ils en contes de grandeur? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kenric Un des voyageurs était assis devant les marches de Roontah maintenant, dans le sable doré avec les jambes croisées. Le jeune mâle aux cheveux brun clair et au teint clair s'appuyait sur ses bras, la tête inclinée vers le haut et le regard fixé sur le ciel. Son nom était Kenric, aucun nom de famille officiel, et il a été l'un des douze premiers à arriver à Roontah. Au début, il ne pensait rien à son heure d'arrivée, mais comme au moins cinquante personnes sont arrivées au cours des deux heures suivantes, il a réalisé son endurance et son expérience en traversant des paysages dangereux s'étaient révélées avantageuses. Pourtant, au cours de son voyage ici et en attendant pendant deux heures, il était encore à sa dernière cantine d'eau. Cela signifiait que presque tout le monde avait probablement déjà épuisé toute l'eau, car ils ne pouvaient que transporter autant d'eau. Sans oublier que le voyage était beaucoup plus long que ce que Kenric pensait. Avec la grande endurance qu'il savait avoir, il était encore à vent et appréciait grandement la pause de deux heures qu'il avait avant que quelque chose ne se produise. Après avoir trouvé Roontah, Kenric a tout simplement plié juste avant l'ancienne ville. D'autres ont peut-être choisi d'explorer les ruines, et même de trouver un signe que le test fable pour lequel ils étaient tous rassemblés devait effectivement se produire ici. Mais Kenric se repose et conserve son énergie. Ils avaient tous passé toute la journée à faire du trekking dans un désert misérable, et le test n'avait même pas encore commencé. Kenric ne voulait pas gaspiller d'effort sur quelque chose qui ne l'a pas poussé vers l'avant dans son but. En outre, on ne leur a pas dit combien de temps il faudrait pour trouver cet endroit ou quelle heure le test commencerait. Le seul indice Kenric et probablement tout le monde a été donné, était de partir pour Roontah de la ville la plus proche à 12h00 sur le point. Rien d'autre. Avec de tels écarts entre les heures d'arrivée, qui savait à quelle heure le test allait commencer et ce qui était acceptable pour arriver. Si Kenric et d'autres étaient arrivés bien trop tôt, ils auraient peut-être encore un peu de temps à attendre. Ainsi, la recherche de Roontah serait plutôt inutile. En outre, Kenric n'avait aucune idée de la condition dans laquelle se trouvait la ville et s'il pouvait y avoir une sorte de pièges disposés soit par des gens du passé, soit par des gens qui souhaitent attraper des gens maintenant. Il a examiné les bâtiments carrés et rectangulaires, construits sur le côté d'une falaise géante, très bien au cours des deux dernières heures cependant. Mais maintenant, il était de plus en plus impatient. Aucun d'entre eux ne survivrait très longtemps sans eau, et encore moins avec l'Arc Academy Associate Test. Certains des autres voyageurs, candidats à l'Académie, commençaient à se parler. Kenric pouvait entendre une partie du groupe commencer à se demander s'ils avaient vraiment trouvé le bon endroit. Si c'était vraiment Roontah. D'autres se demandaient s'il s'agissait d'une fausse piste pour commencer, et l'Arc Academy Associate Test se déroulait bien ailleurs. Une autre partie du groupe se trouvait dans un état complètement différent. Ils s'approchaient de la déshydratation et étaient peu susceptibles de la prolonger beaucoup plus longtemps. Kenric ne pouvait que sentir comme si le test avait déjà commencé. Est-ce qu'ils vont vraiment commencer comme ça? Kenric tourna la tête en déplaçant son regard du ciel vers les autres candidats autour de lui. Si c'était la tâche qu'il fallait endurer juste pour faire l'essai, quel genre de choses seraient - elles faites? Certains de ces hommes pourraient même ne pas être en mesure de se lever avant que quelqu'un arrive pour leur donner une sorte de validation. Et c'était là que ses yeux s'élargissaient un peu. Il ne pouvait pas le croire, mais il y avait un enfant parmi la foule. "Un enfant? Ici?" N'importe lequel des autres participants riez probablement s'ils lui accordaient suffisamment d'attention, car il serait sûrement considéré comme un enfant lui-même par les postulants plus âgés ici. Le jeune demandeur, s'il ne l'entendait pas parler, remarquerait sans doute ses yeux rouges pourpre qui s'attardent sur eux. Ce n'était pas intentionnellement un éblouissement menaçant ou intimidant, mais avec son manque d'expression faciale et les yeux perçants, il peut sortir ainsi.

Name: Kenric Age: 18 Species: Human-Demon Halfling Gender: Male Element: Wood Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything. Appearance: Level: Level 1 Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily. Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly. Equipment: Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing. Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have. Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money. Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power.

Non loin de l'endroit où Kenric était, il y avait une fille parmi les autres participants à l'AAAT. Elle était assez jeune, par rapport aux autres participants qui étaient surtout des hommes d'âge moyen. Elle regardait avec impatience, les bras croisés sous sa poitrine. "Uuuu, il fait si chaud..." dit-elle en agitant ses mains près de son cou dans un effort pour refroidir la température de son corps vers le bas. Évidemment, ça ne marcherait pas, alors elle a essayé une autre méthode. Elle a levé sa jupe et l'a utilisée pour aérer ses cuisses. Au début, elle a pris soin de ne pas le soulever trop loin mais après cinq minutes de petits vents insatisfaisants, elle a décidé de le visser et a utilisé la totalité de sa jupe comme ventilateur de fortune. Ce n'était pas comme si elle était étrangère à ce qu'elle exhibait sa culotte. Ses coups de pied lui ont déjà présenté ça. Elle aurait rejoint les autres qui sont entrés dans la ville, mais elle s'est sentie trop dépensée pour ça maintenant. Le voyage ici n'était pas vraiment facile et sa cantine d'eau était presque vide. Elle devait conserver ses forces. Une pensée a traversé son esprit. Et si ça faisait partie du test? Comme une sorte d'épreuve d'endurance? Après qu'ils aient tous été fatigués du trek ici, ils commenceraient le test, donc seul le meilleur des meilleurs passerait. Elle a encore regardé autour. Toujours aucun signe du début du test. "Aaaa, j'aurais porté ma chemise à manches courtes si je savais qu'il serait si chaud."

Name: Miki Melbourne Age: 18 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of. Level: Level 1 Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire. Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off. Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her. Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her.

Une paire d'yeux étaient concentrés sur les ruines qui étaient en face du corps auquel les yeux étaient attachés. PN61A regardait vers l'avant avec une expression blanche sur son visage. Elle a pris note de ces ruines de Roontah, alors que les pensées se précipitaient dans sa tête en méditant ce qui serait là. Peut-être qu'il y aurait des momies! Ou peut-être une fosse pleine de serpents! Gretchen Primrose ne pouvait guère attendre pour explorer les ruines et prendre les trésors qui étaient sûrs d'être là! Car il y avait toujours des trésors dans les civilisations ruinées. Son personnel qui a été embrayé en elle pas aussi visiblement robotique main pointée directement vers le haut. Un petit peu de vent est venu et a commencé à bouger son chapeau de sa tête. Levant son personnel l'Amazing and Oh-so Glorious Gretchen Primrose agita son personnel dans un cercle alors qu'elle donnait un puissant chant magique! "oppicusStay yMay atHay allingFay Offyay!" Elle a continué à agiter son personnel alors qu'elle essayait d'être discrète au sujet de déplacer son bras assez visiblement mécanique vers le haut pour pousser son chapeau à nouveau à la place. Avec son chapeau fixé, elle a pris un moment pour dépoussiérer les bords de sa jupe. Avec des pas d'oie exagérés, The Amazing and Oh-so Glorious Gretchen Primrose se déplaçait devant le groupe et les ruines au loin. Elle agita son personnel avant de le diriger vers le groupe en général. "Ne crains pas. Ne vous inquiétez pas des conditions de cet endroit. Car je suis l'Amazing and Oh-so Glorious Gretchen Primrose, Sorcière Extraordinaire!~" Elle a fait une brève pause pour les gaspilles ou les applaudissements qui étaient sûrs d'arriver. "Cette pause était pour vos gaz et vos applaudissements. J'affirme mon point précédent. N'ayez pas peur. Parce que je suis ici. Et je vais explorer ces ruines et atteindre le succès dans ce test enveloppé de mystère. Je ne sais pas comment vous allez vous en tirer, mais je peux vous assurer que vous prendrez le bonheur dans le fait que je réussirai, que vous le fassiez ou non. »

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

A quelques mètres du rassemblement, Roxy se précipitait vers eux. Elle portait son sweat-shirt sur son épaule, et les bouteilles d'eau qu'elle avait prises avec elle avaient été complètement vidées. Après son long et ardu voyage à travers les terres désertiques d'Orocos et ne trouvant rien, Roxy avait finalement commencé à se demander si tout ce truc "Arc Academy" n'était qu'une sorte de farce élaborée jouant sur elle ou quelque chose. Cependant, quand elle a finalement attrapé le groupe de personnes réunies, elle a immédiatement commencé à courir vers la foule excitée. "Je l'ai enfin trouvé!" Roxy cria énergiquement alors qu'elle atteignit la foule, poussant son poing dans la victoire en même temps Quelques secondes plus tard, une fille a atteint le devant de la foule et leur a parlé à tous. Toujours plein d'excitation en raison d'avoir enfin trouvé l'AAAT, Roxy a commencé à applaudir à haute voix les paroles de la fille. "Oui! Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Roxy a crié dans la foule avec beaucoup d'enthousiasme, ne pas vraiment prêter attention au fait qu'elle était très probablement la seule à le faire

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Oui. Je m'attendais à un tel enthousiasme de la part de vous tous quand je vous ai dit ces faits. PN61A a saisi les bords de sa robe alors qu'elle effectuait un court métrage. L'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose avait une touche plus lâche prise sur le côté avec son personnel. Elle a gardé la position maladroite, regardant la foule en avant, car elle a remarqué tout leur enthousiasme. D'accord, surtout de Roxy, les autres étant silencieux. Ils étaient sûrement tout aussi enthousiastes qu'elle, mais ils étaient un peu abasourdis en manifestant une telle excitation. Revenir à une position debout droite PN61A a tourné la tête de côté en côté dans un mouvement lent et méthodique. "Je vois que vous n'exprimez pas tous l'ardeur que vous avez tous. Je peux arranger ça avec quelques affichages spectaculaires de magie~!" Elle a déclaré avec son expression rester complètement vide, tout en élevant son personnel et beaucoup plus d'appendices robotiques vers le haut. En les abaissant vers le bas The Amazing and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose a dirigé son personnel vers la foule, « J'ai besoin d'un volontaire de la foule. »

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

Au bout de quelques secondes, Roxy a finalement cessé d'applaudir mais a continué d'écouter attentivement les paroles de la jeune fille. Quand Roxy a entendu la fille dire qu'elle avait besoin d'un volontaire cependant, son bras a tiré sur le haut et elle a immédiatement commencé à crier à nouveau. "Ooh, ooooh! Choisis-moi! "Choisissez-moi!" Roxy cria avec enthousiasme, agitant sa main en allers et retours comme un fou. Elle ne savait même pas vraiment pour quoi elle faisait du bénévolat, mais elle était tellement coincée au moment où elle ne s'en souciait pas vraiment. Malgré toute l'énergie que Roxy montrait, elle était en fait assez épuisée physiquement, mais elle n'allait certainement pas montrer que

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici? Miki a dit comme elle a remarqué le spectacle PN61A était en train de mettre sur. Elle avait toujours aimé les spectacles de magie comme cela, si en trouver un ici, fait par un autre candidat néanmoins (ou du moins elle pensait que la fille était), était certainement une agréable surprise. Et quand l'interprète a demandé un volontaire, elle a vite levé la main, pour être battue par une autre fille à la tête rouge. "Aw", elle a fait une pipe. "Je voulais aller là-haut aussi..." On pourrait penser qu'il était étrange pour elle d'être si insouciante dans cette situation, comme les autres concurrents, qui ont juste regardé la fille du spectacle à blanc. Mais c'était juste dans sa nature. Elle était arrivée ici saine et sauve, et le test n'avait pas encore commencé. Donc la seule chose qu'elle pouvait faire est de se détendre. Ça n'a aucun sens de t'arracher les nerfs pour quelque chose qui était hors de son contrôle. Elle regardait de plus près l'interprète. Elle a ensuite remarqué qu'elle semblait être un cyborg, à en juger par ses bras métalliques. Elle était habillée comme une sorcière, alors ça ferait d'elle un cyborg de sorcière? Ce serait une étrange combinaison à voir. Il y aurait toujours des gens bizarres ici et là. Et ce n'était pas comme si elle n'était pas un peu bizarre elle-même. Quel genre de lycéenne participerait à un test d'épuisement comme celui-ci pour les débutants?

Name: Miki Melbourne Age: 18 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of. Level: Level 1 Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire. Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off. Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her. Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her.

Ainsi, la série d'événements s'était déroulée dans la façon dont PN61A calculé était un résultat probable. Dès que l'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose ont demandé quelques volontaires, elle a gagné plus d'intérêt que de son premier discours étonnant. Elle a pointé son personnel vers le bras de Roxy qui se déplaçait plus frénétiquement, « Oui. Vous vous êtes porté volontaire. Cela signifie que vous pouvez être mon assistant pour cela." Lentement Gretchen tourna la tête pour faire face à l'autre main dans la foule qui s'était levée, bien avant d'être abattue. "Vous vouliez aussi vous porter volontaire. Tu peux aussi être mon assistante. Je vais réanalyser les paramètres de mon affichage magique initial pour en rendre compte." Elle a parlé avec son personnel à Miki. Le PN61A a déplacé sa tête de côté en côté en jaugeant la foule. "S'il vous plaît démontrer votre soutien en applaudissant ces deux assistants. Vous pouvez applaudir vocalement ou physiquement. Permettez-moi de faire une démonstration." En sortant de ses deux bras, elle a laissé son bâton se reposer contre son bras alors qu'elle se préparait à claquer. Les deux mains se sont réunies et se sont serrées l'une contre l'autre en faisant un bruit de claquage. "Woo! Malheur à toi! a déclaré l'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose avec une expression vide. « Les deux volontaires que j'ai obtenus de la foule, écoutez mes préinstructions avant mes instructions. Chacun de vous devrait prendre une place sur l'un de mes côtés; s'il vous plaît ne pas occuper le même côté. Quand tu auras fait ton chemin vers moi, tu diras à la foule et à moi-même tes noms. Aussi un fait amusant sur vous-même si cela ne vous dérange pas."

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

Au moment où la robot fille l'a choisie, Roxy s'est rapidement précipitée vers la robot fille comme si sur le signal. Elle a forcé son passage à travers la mer des gens se tenant devant elle, poussant sans réfléchir tout le monde hors de son chemin et probablement marcher sur quelques pieds le long du chemin, et est arrivé à l'endroit où la fille robot était debout. Elle a immédiatement pris sa place sur le côté gauche de la fille robot comme elle l'avait demandé à Roxy Quand la robot fille a demandé à Roxy de lui donner son nom, Roxy n'a pas perdu de temps à répondre immédiatement. Elle regarda le public et cria : « Le nom de Roxy et... euhhh... » Roxy commença, mais hésita mal à l'aise une fois qu'elle s'aperçut qu'elle ne se donnait pas assez de temps pour penser à un fait amusant à son sujet. Après y avoir réfléchi une seconde, elle a commencé à sourire et a rapidement pris une position large et pointé de façon spectaculaire dans les airs. "...Et un fait amusant à propos de moi est... Je vais être la personne la plus célèbre et la plus puissante de l'Académie d'Arc! N'oublie pas ça!" Roxy a crié au sommet de ses poumons avec beaucoup d'enthousiasme

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Miki s'éclaircit rapidement quand elle entendit l'interprète la prendre aussi. Elle avait pensé qu'elle avait été laissée dehors, sa place prise par l'autre fille qui a été remarquée par le cyborg d'abord. "Coming!" Elle a crié en agitant les mains. Elle est allée sur scène aussi vite qu'elle le pouvait. Et contrairement à l'autre fille, elle avait juste la façon parfaite de le faire. C'était la manière de l'interprète. La façon dont cela tournerait chaque tête dans le public vers elle. Elle a sauté. Pas n'importe quel saut, mais un saut très haut. Et pas seulement n'importe quel saut en hauteur, mais un très long aussi. Ouais, elle a sauté en l'air, tout droit à travers toutes les foules qui ont bloqué son chemin. Elle s'en foutait qu'il ait révélé sa capacité à ses futurs concurrents (sans parler de sa culotte). Elle n'a pas le temps pour ça. C'était l'heure du spectacle et quelle meilleure façon de faire une entrée que de sauter tout droit sur scène comme une comète qui tombe. Elle a atterri parfaitement avec une jambe droite sans aucune perte d'équilibre. Après tout, elle était bien entraînée. Elle savait parfaitement les capacités de ses jambes et comment les déplacer comme elle le voulait. Alors qu'elle débarquait à droite de la fille robot, elle leva les mains en l'air de façon spectaculaire et dit : « Je suis Miki, Miki Melbourne! Et je vais devenir l'artiste martial le plus fort de tous les temps!"

Name: Miki Melbourne Age: 18 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of. Level: Level 1 Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire. Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off. Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her. Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her.

L'incroyable et si glorieuse Gretchen Primrose tourna la tête d'un côté à l'autre en regardant les deux dames se précipiter pour prendre leurs positions. L'un a choisi de courir à travers la foule pour la rejoindre, tandis que l'autre a sauté sur la foule pour atteindre l'autre. Elle garda une expression vide et regarda vers l'avant pendant que les deux donnèrent des tiddbits sur leurs rêves. Clanking ses mains ensemble, PN61A a clappé alors qu'elle regardait entre Roxy et Miki Melbourne. "Wow. Quel écran. Et vous partagez même le même fait amusant ; vous voulez tous les deux avoir assez de pouvoir pour prétendre être le meilleur. » Lentement, sa tête se tourna vers Roxy avant de pointer vers Miki, « J'espère que vous ne vous souciez pas de la compétition de Miki. » Le geste a été répété avec Miki alors qu'elle la fixait et pointait vers Roxy, « J'espère que vous ne vous souciez pas de la compétition de Roxy. » La tête face à l'avant, elle murmura à haute voix : « C'est amusant d'apprendre ces choses. » Après ce peu de dialogue a été terminé PN61A a marché un peu en avant avec des étapes plus exagérées. Tournant sur son talon, elle se retourna vers les deux filles. « Avant de préparer mes exploits spectaculaires de magie, je dois me renseigner. C'est la première fois que vous avez affaire à la performance d'une sorcière? Ce serait bien de savoir." a parlé l'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose alors qu'elle a atteint dans la satchel qui était accroché à sa robe. Dans cette pochette, elle a sorti un jeu de cartes. "Voici. J'ai un jeu de cartes. Un jeu de cartes ordinaires pour la plupart, mais quand elles sont en ma possession, elles deviennent quelque chose de spectaculaire! » a déclaré PN61A avec une expression vide. Elle étendit le jeu de cartes à Roxy : « S'il vous plaît, passez par ces cartes, puis donnez-les à Miki. Je voudrais que vous confirmiez tous les deux qu'il s'agit d'un jeu de cartes normal avant que je leur applique ma magie spectaculaire. »

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

Roxy a regardé dans l'admiration que la blonde poilue fille a exécuté ses exploits assez impressionnants. Aw man, l'entrée de cette fille était plus cool que la sienne, Roxy pensait à elle-même alors qu'elle plié ses bras dans la frustration. Les sentiments de jalousie de Roxy ne se sont intensifiés que lorsqu'elle a entendu la blonde révéler ses propres buts et rêves. Qu'est-ce qu'elle vient de dire? Est-ce qu'elle la défiait? Qui pensait-elle être, entrer dans le territoire de Roxy comme ça? Roxy a commencé à faire un subtil éternuement à la blonde tout en la regardant du coin de l'œil Quand la robot fille a demandé à Roxy ce qu'elle pensait de ce que la blonde avait dit, Roxy s'est senti obligé de répondre. Elle devait garder le calme, mais elle ne voulait pas avoir l'air d'être dérangée par ce qu'elle avait dit, après tout. Elle s'est moquée en réponse. "Quoi qu'il en soit, ce n'est pas comme si elle ne serait jamais capable de rivaliser contre moi de toute façon!" Roxy a dit avec un ton condescendant avec un sourire Soudain, la robot fille a remis à Roxy un jeu de cartes et lui a demandé de regarder à travers les cartes. Roxy a hurlé la tête et a commencé à scanner à travers le pont très rapidement, puis les a remis à peine une seconde plus tard. "Fait!" Roxy a dit, agissant comme si c'était un concours

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Miki d'autre part ne se souciait pas tant de la compétition avec la fille. Elle n'était pas une personne compétitive par nature. Bien sûr, elle aimait faire face à un bon défi, mais elle ne s'est pas écartée pour le chercher. Et elle ne serait pas jalouse de quelqu'un de plus fort qu'elle comme son propre grand-père avait toujours été plus fort, même jusqu'à ce jour. Une partie de la raison pour laquelle elle était prête à passer ce test était de s'entraîner pour qu'un jour elle puisse gagner sur lui, comme il voulait qu'elle le fasse. Elle n'avait pas de mal à l'égard du vieil homme. Seulement de l'admiration. Ainsi, quand elle a été interrogée par l'interprète du robot au sujet de la fille, elle s'est contentée de répondre : « Je ne me dérange pas du tout! Plus c'est joyeux après tout! » avec un ton joyeux. Elle ne s'est pas offensée du tout quand la fille a dit qu'elle était manifestement supérieure à elle. Elle regarda la jeune fille se branlant les cartes très vite, comme si c'était une compétition de bricolage. Elle n'a pas compris. Si c'était elle, elle s'assurerait de vérifier toutes les cartes en entier, en s'assurant qu'elles étaient parfaitement ordinaires. Elle scannait même n'importe quel qi dedans. Elle serait déçue si la fille interprète n'utilisait qu'un simple tour de qi pour son spectacle, d'autant plus qu'elle l'a fait devant des combattants expérimentés qui sauront probablement utiliser qi eux-mêmes.

Name: Miki Melbourne Age: 18 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of. Level: Level 1 Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire. Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off. Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her. Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her.

Kenric Les yeux cramoisi de Kenric sont restés enfermés sur la jeune fille et l'ont suivie pendant qu'elle se dirigeait vers le devant de la foule. Qu'est-ce qu'elle portait et... C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Pourquoi? Non pas que sa tenue noire était exactement la meilleure pour ce climat, mais il avait apporté avec lui une robe de couleur sable pour se protéger des rayons du soleil et pouvait abaisser la fermeture éclair de sa veste. Mais elle portait une vieille robe à la mode, un tablier et des bottes haut de genou. Le seul vêtement utile qu'elle avait pu avoir était son grand chapeau, fournissant de l'ombre aux rayons implacables du soleil. Lorsqu'elle a atteint le devant de tous les voyageurs, la jeune fille a décidé de se présenter. Elle n'est pas sérieuse. Signant son nom à la foule et poussant au hasard du charabia, certains voyageurs regardaient avec irritation dans leurs yeux. La patience des gens et même leur santé mentale étaient faibles en ce moment. Mais néanmoins, la fille a continué. Pas très loin de son discours, une autre fille pouvait être entendue crier hors de nulle part. Kenric prit sa robe du sol et se leva alors que la soi-disant sorcière demandait des volontaires; l'autre fille, bien sûr, sautait avidement à l'occasion. Beaucoup de candidats avaient quitté la foule maintenant, tandis que d'autres continuaient d'ignorer ce qui se passait ou avaient trop soif pour même bouger. Il y en a deux maintenant. Alors que Kenric se demandait si les filles étaient une sorte de test de leur propre, étant les plus jeunes ici en dehors de lui, une troisième voix a envahi la foule. Après la voix gaie et haute, Kenric s'est concentrée sur quelqu'un de son âge, une autre femme, juste avant qu'elle ne saute soudainement en l'air et ne passe au-dessus des autres candidats de sorte qu'elle atterrisse juste à côté de PN61A et de l'autre fille à côté d'elle. Ce n'était pas ce qu'il s'attendait à voir. Pourtant, Kenric s'est déplacé à l'avant et au centre de la foule pour avoir une meilleure vue des filles. Rien n'était arrivé jusqu'à ce point et il ne pouvait donc s'empêcher de se demander s'il était lié à l'AAAT d'une certaine façon. En arrivant au front, il a entendu les « volontaires », Roxy et Miki, annoncer leurs désirs d'être les meilleurs. PN61A, le cyborg apparent, a pris note de leurs grands désirs et intérêts contradictoires à l'égard de l'Académie. Ironiquement, son attitude n'était pas trop éloignée. Kenric croisa les bras, sa robe drapée sur la gauche, et regarda le PN61A remettre un jeu de cartes à Roxy. Tandis que Roxy remettait le pont à PN61A, tout le monde dans la foule s'est plié pour la première fois, les yeux devenant focalisés. Kenric sillonna ses sourcils au fur et à mesure que son regard se déplaçait, passant les trois filles jusqu'aux marches de pierre de Roontah. Au début, il pensait peut-être l'avoir imaginé ou être en train de regarder une sorte de mirage. Mais après avoir clignoté à plusieurs reprises et focalisé une fois de plus sa vision, Kenric pouvait encore la voir. Quelqu'un se tenait soudain derrière les filles, sur les marches de Roontah. L'étrange chose, c'est qu'il est sorti de nulle part. Ceux qui regardaient ce qui se passait ou qui avaient leur attention sur Roontah auraient attrapé que l'homme ne marchait ou ne tombait d'aucun endroit. Personne n'avait été alerté de sa présence auparavant; il est entré dans le point de vue de tout le monde simultanément. L'homme habillé à la mode ne faisait pas de bruit et ne bougeait pas des marches. Il regardait simplement le PN61A, Roxy et Miki, qui ne s'en rendaient pas compte, car personne d'autre ne l'aurait remarqué s'ils ne regardaient pas déjà dans sa direction. Kenric n'était que plus confus maintenant. Tout cela était-il en dehors du test? Ou les trois filles étaient-elles réellement participantes et le test était sur le point de commencer maintenant? D'autre part, le test avait-il déjà commencé et l'homme était-il en fait un autre candidat? Ou était-ce quelque chose pour les dissuader davantage de l'AAAT réel? Kenric soupira et secoua la tête alors que son cerveau commençait à lui faire mal. Il y avait trop de possibilités et rien qu'à regarder le spectacle magique.

Name: Kenric Age: 18 Species: Human-Demon Halfling Gender: Male Element: Wood Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything. Appearance: Level: Level 1 Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily. Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly. Equipment: Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing. Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have. Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money. Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power.

Le jeu de cartes était en fait une carte à jouer normale. Ils n'étaient rien de plus ou rien de moins que quelques cartes régulières. Alors que certains auraient pu avoir recours à l'utilisation de qi pour des tours, The Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose ne s'abaisserait pas à de tels niveaux. Elle était l'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose pour une raison après tout! Et elle n'avait pas besoin de qi dans ses spectaculaires démonstrations de magie, parce qu'elle n'en avait pas besoin. Seuls les non-professionnels en auraient besoin pour ce que PN61A effectuerait. "Très bien d'entendre ça." PN61A a remarqué qu'elle récupérait le pont, le coupait en deux et tenait les deux sections dans sa main. Avec ses pouces tournés vers l'intérieur, elle les a relâchés pour permettre aux cartes de tomber en place comme un autre shuffle a été fait. Enfonçant le pont à l'envers, elle révéla le visage de la Reine des Coeurs. Elle a tourné son attention entre Miki, Roxy et le public, comme elle l'a montré à la Reine des Coeurs. "Voici. Cette carte est actuellement la Reine des Cœurs. Quoi qu'il en soit! Je vais transformer cette carte en la reine des piques." L'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose s'est approché du public pour s'assurer qu'ils étaient tous à une distance de vision appropriée pour ce tour. Placer une de ses mains sur le dessus, et commencer à frotter sur la Reine des Coeurs. "Maintenant, j'incante les mots magiques; Hocus Pocus!" Pendant que ce spectacle spectaculaire allait sur le traîneau de la main derrière l'astuce a été mis en place et terminé, environ le temps que la figure a fait leur propre version de l'acte de disparition et de réapparition. PN61A a enlevé sa main sur la carte pour montrer que c'était en effet la reine des piques! L'incroyable et si glorieuse Gretchen Primrosed a montré la carte à tous en présence. "Et par ma magie, c'est la reine des piques!" Elle s'arrêta pour l'adoration montrée par des applaudissements et des applaudissements à côté d'un silence stupéfait. "Cette pause est pour les applaudissements et les applaudissements de vous tous voyant un spectacle si spectaculaire en plus de ce silence astucieux. Bon travail sur le silence abasourdi. J'ai beaucoup, beaucoup d'autres démonstrations de magie que je peux montrer. Êtes-vous prêt pour plus?"

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

En raison d'elle face à la foule et loin de la vue, Roxy n'a pas remarqué l'homme mystérieux apparaissant hors de l'air mince. Honnêtement, il aurait été assez probable qu'elle ne l'aurait pas remarqué même si elle l'avait regardé non plus Naturellement, Roxy a été incroyablement impressionné par le tour magique de la robot fille. Elle a immédiatement commencé à applaudir et à applaudir fort en réponse, ne pensant pas du tout à comment elle était juste à côté d'elle et était probablement en train de crier dans ses oreilles (et blondie). Quand la robot fille a ensuite demandé s'ils voulaient voir un autre tour, Roxy a tenu son poing en l'air. "C'est vrai! Voyons en voir un autre! » Elle a crié, sans surprise.

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Comme la fille de cyborg a commencé sa performance, elle s'est assurée qu'elle a regardé son tour le plus près possible. Même si elle savait que la partie cruciale d'une performance magique était comment personne ne connaissait l'astuce derrière elle, elle voulait toujours savoir. Bien sûr, si elle savait, elle ne diffuserait pas le mot. Ce serait simplement son petit secret. Essayez comme elle pourrait cependant, ses yeux ne pouvaient pas voir à travers les mouvements rapides des doigts du cyborg. Oui, même quand elle a utilisé son qi pour améliorer la netteté de sa vue. Peut-être que ses doigts métalliques ont été renforcés au-delà de ce dont les doigts humains ordinaires étaient capables. Miki n'a pas remarqué l'homme qui se tenait derrière elle non plus, car sa concentration était toutes orientée vers le tour de magie. Et quand l'interprète a fini, elle s'est aussi clapée fort, mais pas aussi fort que l'autre fille, ce qui l'a un peu perturbée. Ne vous y trompez pas. Elle était aussi excitée qu'elle. Elle a simplement eu plus de retenue dans l'expression de son enthousiasme. -- Oui, j'aimerais en voir un autre aussi! Elle a dit au cyborg avec un sourire éclatant.

Name: Miki Melbourne Age: 18 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of. Level: Level 1 Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire. Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off. Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her. Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her.

L'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious ont gardé une expression résolument vide même pendant que Roxy criait zélément dans son oreille après avoir applaudi intensément. Elle a été suivie par les applaudissements excités, mais pas aussi excités, de Miki. Tous deux ont exprimé leur empressement à voir une autre de ses spectaculaires démonstrations de magie. "Très bien. Je manifesterai encore plus de ma magie spectaculaire, car vous le réclamez tous, que ce soit par le silence abasourdi ou la participation active de applaudissements et d'encouragements. » a noté le PN61A, qui n'était toujours pas au courant de l'autre chiffre. Elle s'est reposée contre le temple de sa tête alors qu'elle commençait à se retourner dans le pont. "Maintenant. Oui, je peux sentir l'énergie mystique ici." L'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Primrose a noté en essayant d'apparaître comme en transe ; mais au lieu de cela, elle a gardé la même expression vide. "Je vais choisir une carte que ces ruines m'ont dit." L'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose a placé une carte face vers le bas sur la saleté ci-dessous. Elle a tourné son attention vers Miki alors qu'elle aventurait le pont. "Maintenant, j'ai besoin de mon juste volontaire Miki ici pour choisir une carte. N'importe quelle carte le fera." Elle a déclaré qu'elle a commencé à mettre les roues en mouvement pour ce prochain spectacle étonnant de magie.

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

Kenric Kenric a levé un sourcil alors que PN61A a terminé son tour de magie. Sa tête s'inclinait alors sur le côté de façon si légère que Roxy et Miki louaient le tour avec enthousiasme. Ce n'est pas que ses yeux pouvaient suivre ce que PN61A avait fait dans son tour, mais ce n'était pas quelque chose qu'il s'attendait à ce que l'Académie leur montre. Il est clair qu'ils ne faisaient pas partie du test, mais plus probablement que l'homme derrière eux allait être le premier signe de quelque chose. Mais qu'est-ce qu'ils faisaient ici? La foule des candidats s'est maintenant un peu plus serrée, comme s'il semblait être plus intéressé par le spectacle de magie du PN61A. Mais ce n'était pas le cas. L'homme qui apparut subitement avait commencé à descendre lentement les marches de Roontah. À travers ses lunettes, il a examiné attentivement les candidats, mais sans aucune expression sur son visage. Il gardait une main dans sa poche alors qu'il marchait vers la foule et fumait son élégant tuyau en bois. Avec le soleil qui lui brille maintenant, ses lunettes et ses cheveux d'argent, son manteau orné de boutons d'or, de boucles et de chaînes, c'était un mystère comment personne ne l'avait remarqué avant. Pourtant, tout le monde est resté silencieux alors qu'il s'approchait lui-même tranquillement de tous. L'homme s'est arrêté une fois qu'il était à quelques mètres de PN61A, Roxy et Miki. Il apporta sa main à son menton pendant qu'il les examinait à leur insu. Puis, il a saisi sa pipe avec sa main libre et l'a retiré de ses lèvres alors qu'il exhalait un grand panache de fumée. "Eh bien. Voyons ce tour alors? Mais peut-être pourrais-je me porter volontaire aussi bien. » Il y avait un vrai silence abasourdi de la part de la foule cette fois, comme tout le monde regardait dans l'incrédulité. Les épaules de Kenric se mirent à soupirer. "Maintenant quoi. C'est ce que j'ai dit. ."

Name: Kenric Age: 18 Species: Human-Demon Halfling Gender: Male Element: Wood Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything. Appearance: Level: Level 1 Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily. Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly. Equipment: Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing. Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have. Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money. Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power.

C'est quoi, ça? a demandé à l'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose alors qu'elle tournait la tête en arrière au son d'un autre voulant se porter volontaire. Elle fixa l'autre magicien avec une expression blanche alors qu'elle se tournait vers lui. Eh bien, j'ai besoin de trois pour ce spectacle de magie particulier et spectaculaire; ce tour a différentes étapes et pour terminer comme je l'ai dit plus tôt, j'ai besoin de trois bénévoles pour cela." a parlé PN61A qui n'a pas été complètement dépassé à la situation d'une figure mystérieuse apparaissant hors du bleu. Cela veut dire qu'elle devrait sauver les tours de disparition pour plus tard. « J'ai maintenant trois bénévoles. C'est bien. Cependant..." PN61A agita la tête de côté en côté en regardant vers le gentleman, puis vers Miki, puis vers Roxy. « J'aurai besoin d'un de mes bénévoles pour choisir une carte sur le pont. N'importe quelle carte le fera." L'incroyable et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose a gardé le pont aspiré pendant qu'elle le déplaçait lentement dans la direction des trois. -- Maintenant, qui voudrait être le premier à choisir la carte sur le pont? Le PN61A a demandé, avant de gesticuler son personnel au nouveau venu. L'Amazing et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen a regardé cet individu à blanc pendant un court, mais apparemment ridiculement long, le temps. "Oh. Puisque nous avons un nouveau volontaire, veuillez indiquer votre nom à la foule et un fait amusant sur vous." Elle a rapidement regardé le public, "Et quand ils ont fini de donner leur nom et un fait amusant sur eux-mêmes, s'il vous plaît démontrer votre soutien en applaudissant ce nouveau troisième assistant. Vous pouvez applaudir vocalement ou physiquement. Permettez-moi de faire une démonstration." Au lieu d'applaudir ses deux mains robotiques ensemble, elle s'est plutôt claquée contre l'avant-bras de son bras qui tenait actuellement les cartes. Après avoir montré cette applaudissement physique, elle a ensuite commencé à ajouter une démonstration vocale d'applaudiment. "Woo. Woo."

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

Roxy a finalement remarqué l'homme étrange avec la pipe, mais n'y a pas vraiment réfléchi puisqu'elle ne l'a pas vu mystérieusement apparaître. Peu importe, juste un vieux type avec une pipe que Roxy pensait. Bien sûr, elle pensait que c'était peut-être un peu bizarre comme il semblait se tenir à l'autre bout de l'endroit où se trouvait la foule, mais Roxy n'y pensait toujours pas beaucoup. Quand une robot fille a demandé un volontaire pour un tout nouveau tour, Roxy n'a pas perdu de temps à répondre. Avant que la robot fille ne puisse même terminer sa phrase, Roxy cria immédiatement "Moi!!" comme elle s'est emparée rapidement sur le pont et a balayé une carte du pont tout en une demi-seconde

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Splendide. L'homme dans le manteau sourit alors que PN61A acceptait de l'inclure dans le spectacle. Il écouta attentivement les instructions qu'elle lui adressa, lui demandant son nom et un fait. À ce stade, les candidats regardaient avec des émotions mélangées briller à travers leurs yeux. Ils se battaient entre l'impatience et le désir de commencer la tâche qu'ils étaient si désespérés à accomplir; plus maintenant, ils étaient au début de leur trek à Roontah. Maintenant les yeux de l'homme se sont déplacés de PN61A et se sont concentrés sur le groupe des candidats fatigués. "Très bien alors." Enlevant sa pipe de ses lèvres, l'homme souffla de la fumée de sa bouche jusqu'à ce qu'un nuage géant se forme au-dessus de tout le monde. "Vous pouvez m'appeler, Smokescreen. Et quant à un fait-je suis l'examinateur officiel de ce test triennal Arc Academy Associate Test!" Ceux qui avaient quitté la foule plus tôt ont maintenant rejoint le groupe alors qu'ils étaient informés de la présence de l'examinateur. "Il était temps." L'un des candidats a grondé alors qu'il se rendait au devant de la foule, même s'il ne semblait pas particulièrement épuisé ni bouleversé. Il semblait plutôt s'ennuyer. Il fut aussi l'un des douze premiers à arriver à Roontah. « Je vous félicite tous d'avoir trouvé cet endroit. C'était un défi assez difficile. » L'écran de fumée a continué. "S'il n'est pas déjà évident par la difficulté de l'exigence préliminaire de localiser et d'atteindre la ville de Roontah, je réaffirme maintenant que le Arc Academy Associate Test sera extrêmement difficile. Les tâches avant vous ne deviendront que de plus en plus dangereuses. Il y a une chance que vous perdiez votre vie, bien que j'espère que nous puissions terminer ce test sans aucune mort! » Smokescreen avait encore un sourire sincère sur son visage, son avertissement de danger tout à fait honnête et sans exagération alors qu'il était tout aussi sincère à vouloir que tout le monde survive. Kenric Kenric sentit un sentiment de soulagement, bien qu'il fût court vécu comme il était submergé par son empressement à commencer l'AAAT; son accumulation progressive de détermination et toute l'énergie qui restait en lui. C'était le moment où lui et tout le monde attendaient. Il se demande combien de temps l'examinateur a été là pour les surveiller. Est-il vraiment apparu quand ils l'ont vu? Ou s'était-il caché tout le temps? Est-ce que je suis arrivé trop tôt ou était-il en train d'évaluer les candidats après notre arrivée? Mais alors, si tel était le cas, cela signifierait que ceux qui sont arrivés pendant qu'il observait étaient arrivés trop tard et ont échoué. Et il n'a pas mentionné quelqu'un qui avait échoué au test. Déplacer son regard de l'examinateur vers les filles, Kenric s'est demandé à quel point elles seraient capables en tant que candidats réels. Ils semblaient animés avec une bonne quantité d'énergie encore, Miki sautant sur la foule sans aucune réserve. Roxy est arrivée un peu plus tard, mais elle criait encore ses poumons et lui faisait tout son possible pour des tâches qui n'avaient rien à voir avec l'AAAT. PN61A. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Elle n'était évidemment pas un être humain tout à fait normal. Kenric ne savait vraiment pas à quoi s'attendre d'elle. Compte tenu d'eux et du reste de la foule unique qui s'était réunie ici, ce test serait tout aussi intéressant que difficile.

Name: Kenric Age: 18 Species: Human-Demon Halfling Gender: Male Element: Wood Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything. Appearance: Level: Level 1 Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily. Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly. Equipment: Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing. Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have. Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money. Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power.

Miki était tout à fait pissé quand Roxy lui a arraché son devoir de card-pulling. Mais quand l'homme mystérieux a fait connaître sa présence aux trois d'entre eux, cette pensée s'est rapidement évanouie alors qu'il a rapidement attiré son attention. Elle a toujours été comme ça ; rapidement oublier sa colère si quelque chose d'autre surgissait. Même en un coup d'oeil, elle pouvait dire qu'il y avait quelque chose d'étrange à propos de cet homme. La façon dont il s'est porté ne lui a pas donné l'air d'être un autre participant. Cette intuition s'est vite révélée vraie lorsqu'il s'est annoncé être l'examinateur du test, un fait qui a pris Miki assez par surprise même si elle savait déjà qu'il était quelque chose de différent. Il les a ensuite félicités d'avoir pu atteindre cet endroit. Elle devait être d'accord avec son commentaire sur le fait qu'il ne s'agissait pas d'une tâche facile. Ce n'est pas seulement la chaleur qui l'a mise au défi. Il y avait aussi des créatures indisciplinées qui se cachaient dans le sable qu'elle a dû battre en les frappant très fort dans la tête. L'un d'eux a même osé saisir ses pieds, quelque chose qu'il a rapidement regretté car elle a rapidement fait son tour pour briser libre, déchirant sa langue d'accaparement dans le processus. Mais c'était rien qu'elle ne pouvait pas gérer. Son grand-père rirait si elle avait des difficultés à combattre des monstres aussi faibles. Ils ne pouvaient même pas utiliser qi, ce qui faisait une utilisatrice qualifiée de qi comme elle bien au-delà de leur niveau. Elle a eu de la chance qu'elle n'ait pas attrapé de tempête de sable. Même si elle pouvait rester debout grâce à sa capacité de qi, sa vision serait encore limitée et elle pourrait se perdre en conséquence. Elle n'a pas été particulièrement apprise dans les arts du trekking à travers le désert donc il serait terriblement difficile pour elle de se rendre sur le site d'essai si elle s'éloignait du chemin commun. Et d'ailleurs, elle détesterait avoir des sables à l'intérieur de ses vêtements. Ce n'était pas comme si elle pouvait juste se déshabiller et les nettoyer ici, pas avec tant de gens autour. Elle regarda l'examinateur avec impatience. Elle était excitée pour le test, ainsi que d'autres concurrents de la foule qui s'ennuyaient déjà de l'attente.

Name: Miki Melbourne Age: 18 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of. Level: Level 1 Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire. Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off. Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her. Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her.

Roxy a immédiatement commencé à prêter attention alors que le vieil homme a commencé à attirer l'attention de tout le monde dans la foule. Au début, elle était contrariée par le fait qu'il distrait l'émission, mais une fois qu'elle a commencé à l'entendre expliquer qu'il était l'un des gens de l'AAAT, son attitude a changé et elle a commencé à devenir excitée En entendant les paroles et les avertissements du vieil homme sur la façon dont le test était extrêmement difficile et dangereux, Roxy n'a servi qu'à hyper au sujet du test encore plus qu'elle ne l'était déjà. Ce test sonnait comme la chose la plus excitante qu'elle ne ferait jamais, et la pensée de laquelle Roxy s'est fait pomper comme un fou. Incapable de tenir toute son excitation, elle sauta en l'air et lâcha un cri enthousiaste. "Le défi est accepté! Apporte-le au vieil homme, je peux prendre tout ce que ce test peut me lancer!!" Roxy a crié sur le vieil homme, aussi fort que jamais

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Eh bien PN61A savait quand il était temps de couper une performance rapide. Avec une série lente et régulière de pas d'oie exagérés, elle s'est dirigée vers Roxy et a arraché la carte qu'elle lui a achetée. L'incroyable et Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose l'a retourné dans son pont et a effectué un shuffle élaboré. Une fois que les cartes ont été recomposées, elle les a retournées dans sa poche. Le robot a ensuite filé autour et a concentré son attention sur le magicien qui se référait par son nom de scène. Elle a commencé à claquer ses mains robotiques ensemble, "Woo. Ayons une série d'applaudissements pour l'individu qui n'a pas tout à fait agi comme assistant à la performance, mais nous a informés qu'il est l'individu qui commence cet examen. » Et avec quelques claquements de plus, le robot a fini et a tenu son personnel à l'écart. En poussant le personnel dans les directions des ruines PN61A a de nouveau parlé, « Je vous implore tous de vous rappeler le début de mon introduction. Soyez heureux que j'y parvienne, que vous y réussissiez ou non. »

Name: PN61A - The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose Age: 14 Species: Cyborg Gender: Metal Primary Qi: Metal Personality: The PN61A is a bundle of childish wonder wrapped around in a deadpan exterior. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose is an individual full of curiosity and vivaciousness. With a stubborn and showy pride that is oddly robotic, she seeks to prove how great she is. Level: 1 Abilities: Such a spectacular and oh so magical being of machinery must have a bag full of tricks! Her most commonly mighty practices involve hitting people with a hefty staff, and launching her robotic hand a short distance out to drag others for a beating with the staff, or just punching with the hand. The machinery has been built to code and as such is stronger than flesh, in both endurance and smacking things. At Arc Academy PN61A plans on repairing some faulty parts in her Witch's Hat so that she can once again use its buzz-saw functions. She also plans on upgrading her Witch's Staff so she can charge it up with energy for explosive strikes. Equipment: Witch's Hat with Robotic Parts (on the fritz) Witch Staff Mechanical Body Academy Role: Associate; Future Conservationist Background: The life of PN61A began in an underground laboratory on an operating table. From the near lifeless body of some little girl arose a new cyborg that lived ALL THANKS TO SCIENCE! Or QI. OR SCIENCE QI! Anyhow the first thing PN61A noticed upon awakening from the table was a woman in a lab coat cackling about life and then hugged PN61A. That figure was the mysterious and brilliant freelance-scientist Iris Primrose. The pair bonded over a variety of subjects, most notably the idea of witchcraft through all sorts of genres, as the scientist began to raise the newly named Gretchen Primrose. One day Scientist Primrose took Gretchen out to a circus, where they spotted a figure leaping over a building. The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose inquired into how this could be done and decided to sneak away from the scientist. She managed to find the man, and after holding onto his clothes for a good few minutes as he tried to shake her of, he confessed that there was an Academy that taught him how to do the things she witnessed. Knowing that she would be the super-duper best at this academy, The Spectacular and Oh-so-Glorious Gretchen Primrose went off on a journey pestering countless amount of people. Sometimes she just asked them, sometimes she smacked them with a staff, other times she'd act cutely, other times she'd act like a brat, but no matter how she decided to go about getting the information she was determined to gather it. And after many, many, many failures of gaining information she eventually managed to find out where this place was and when it would be in session. Knowing these facts, PN61A went off to become even greater and show the people there how great she is. Extra: Interestingly her body is forty-percent scrap metal! She keeps a small pink handheld device on her that has a digital pet she claims is her witch familiar.

L'écran de fumée leva le menton tandis que ses yeux regardaient Roxy, criant sur lui et l'appelant un vieil homme. Bien qu'il fût un homme plus âgé, il n'était certainement pas considéré comme un ancien. Mais il a refusé n'importe quel commentaire comme la jeune fille a si hardiment déclaré qu'elle s'occuperait absolument de n'importe quel défi jetée à son chemin. Il a fallu beaucoup de confiance pour dire une telle chose, mais alors, quelqu'un de son âge ne devrait pas être ici comme les choses étaient. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Ses yeux voyageaient et reposaient sur les mains du PN61A, observant alors qu'elle recueillait ses cartes et les retournait dans sa poche. Une autre jeune candidate, bien que, avec ses circonstances uniques évidentes. Ce serait tout à fait le test cette fois-ci. Personne n'applaudit le PN61A, mais ils regardèrent le feu s'allumer dans de nombreux yeux des candidats, prêts pour le moment qu'ils attendaient tous. « Il est réconfortant de voir qu'il y aura des participants si avides de s'inscrire à l'Académie Arc dans cet événement triennal! Maintenant que mon introduction est hors de propos, commençons officiellement la première étape du Test Associate Arc Academy! Comme je l'ai dit, le test deviendra de plus en plus difficile. Les défis varieront d'un objectif à l'autre et nécessiteront l'acquisition de diverses compétences. Étendant ses bras de part et d'autre, Smokescreen sourit une fois de plus. « La première étape est quelque chose que je suis sûr que vous serez tous reconnaissants de terminer. Non seulement pour avancer sur la deuxième étape de l'AAAT, mais aussi pour avoir la force de le faire. Oui, la première étape sera d'explorer cette vieille ville de Roontah et en trouver. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. de l'eau!" Smokescreen a laissé son commentaire s'asseoir avec la foule des candidats, bien qu'il savait qu'il ne prendrait qu'une fraction de seconde pour que la plupart de tous deviennent immédiatement plus motivés qu'ils ne l'étaient auparavant. Avec tout le monde en lutte contre la déshydratation, l'accomplissement de cette tâche était non seulement essentiel pour le test mais aussi pour la survie. Cependant, Smokescreen avait plus à ajouter. "Bien que la condition préalable et réelle AAAT doit être d'une telle difficulté pour prouver sa valeur à l'Académie, votre mort n'est pas le but. Si vous sentez que vous ne pouvez pas continuer dans votre état actuel, je vous félicite maintenant pour la tâche que vous avez déjà accomplie et dirais train plus dur-train afin que vous puissiez avoir l'occasion d'essayer à nouveau dans trois ou six ans si vous trouvez l'emplacement AAAT à nouveau. Ce serait un choix beaucoup plus sage que de vous blesser inutilement ou de risquer votre vie quand vous n'êtes pas prêt pour le défi à venir. Si c'est votre situation actuelle, n'ayez pas peur, car je vous donnerai de l'hydratation et assurez-vous que vous êtes mieux adapté pour retrouver votre chemin vers la civilisation. Une fois que l'étape 1 de l'AAAT commencera, je ne serai pas en mesure d'intervenir." L'écran de fumée a baissé ses bras et a incliné son corps pour qu'il puisse voir Roontah aussi bien. « Lorsque la première étape sera terminée, que tous les candidats aient réussi et/ou échoué, ou que le temps prévu de deux heures soit écoulé, je serai en mesure de vous fournir une fois de plus l'hydratation et la direction. Mais jusqu'à ce que la première étape soit terminée, je ne peux pas vous aider, même si vous êtes sur le point de mourir. Dans cette optique, allez-y et faites votre choix. Si vous décidez de procéder à l'Arc Academy Associate Test, sachez que l'objectif de trouver de l'eau peut être accompli par tout le monde présent, cependant la chance que cela se produise est assez faible. Avec cela à l'esprit, si vous souhaitez continuer s'il vous plaît suivez-moi à l'entrée de Roontah! Tous les autres, s'il vous plaît restez ici et je reviendrai une fois que l'AAAT aura commencé." Finissant son discours et son avertissement, Smokescreen commença à marcher vers Roontah. Beaucoup de candidats suivirent immédiatement, mais quatorze de la foule demeurèrent; incapable de se déplacer en raison de la déshydratation ou de se rendre compte que le test serait trop difficile pour eux de passer. Smokescreen a conduit les candidats compétents vers le haut des marches et ensemble, ils sont tous entrés dans Roontah. Les bâtiments, bien qu'anciens et battus par de vicieuses tempêtes de sable depuis des générations, semblaient inhabituels ici dans le vaste désert. Il n'y avait pas de décombres ou de menace à la structure des bâtiments. En fait, comme Roontah a été construit dans le côté et tout à fait littéralement sous une falaise, il y avait de l'ombre au-dessus du village maintenant grâce à la position du Soleil. C'était encore une scène très différente aujourd'hui, mais il était un peu plus crédible que les gens vivaient ici à un moment donné. -- Alors, maintenant. L'écran de fumée s'est retourné pour affronter à nouveau les candidats. « Il semble qu'il y ait maintenant quatorze de moins que les soixante-douze qui étaient à l'origine ici. Donc cela fait cinquante huit candidats à l'Académie d'Arc! Cela étant dit, comme nous l'avons déjà dit, votre objectif pour la première étape est de localiser l'eau. Il y a assez d'eau pour vous réapprovisionner tous, et il sera caché partout dans Roontah le moment où la première étape commence. L'eau peut être n'importe où, et comptera sur votre intuition pour être trouvée. Et donc, je vous souhaite bonne chance. Que la première étape de l'Académie Arc commence! » Les candidats ont pris un moment pour traiter ce que Smokescreen avait dit, perplexe regards sur leurs visages alors qu'ils ont été pris un dos par l'instruction vague qu'ils ont donné. Mais alors la réalisation de ce qui avait été dit a coulé dans, que c'était le défi qu'ils devaient accomplir et qu'il y avait de l'eau dans la ville. C'est alors que la demanderesse, avec un manteau bleu et un petit luth, se limitait vers l'avant et dans l'arrangement soigné et bien placé des bâtiments en pierre. Directement derrière lui étaient les autres candidats, créant un tapage de concurrents avides et assoiffés qui voulaient tous être les premiers à boire l'eau cachée. La vitesse ne serait cependant pas le facteur déterminant de cet événement, car ils apprendraient tous bientôt. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Le délai pour mener à bien la tâche de trouver de l'eau était de deux heures. La ville, bien que pas aussi grande que les villes modernes, avait encore un bon nombre de bâtiments à explorer. C'est aussi des toits qui ont grandi en hauteur à mesure que la ville s'élevait le plus près du côté de la falaise. Cela signifiait qu'il y avait différents niveaux de la ville. En outre, bien que les maisons soient anciennes, les participants apprendront bientôt que l'intérieur des maisons étaient divers pots, caisses, et d'autres lieux de stockage l'eau pourrait être stockée. Il y avait même des escaliers qui menaient à des profondeurs plus basses dans la maison, créant des sous-sols sombres. Avec peu d'instructions en plus de trouver de l'eau qui pourrait être situé n'importe où dans Roontah, cette tâche ne serait pas si simple. On n'allait pas trouver de l'eau simplement couchée autour ou à l'intérieur du premier pot qu'ils ont atteint.

Name: Kenric Age: 18 Species: Human-Demon Halfling Gender: Male Element: Wood Personality: Spacey and inattentive, Kenric does not appear to be a hard worker at first glance. And for the most part, he isn't. But when it comes to things Kenric excels in, his determination multiplies a hundred fold. Kenric is unnecessarily blunt and does not care what people think of it or how they react. He is not intentionally mean, he just says whatever he feels. Though Kenric comes off as lazy and serious at times, he is not generally "unhappy". He does smile and laugh, but often at inappropriate times or jokes others don't find funny. Kenric does not try to bond with others, but once he does he is fiercely loyal. Not that he is patient, but Kenric does not anger easily. It takes a lot to offend him, as words mean little to him. Actions define everything. Appearance: Level: Level 1 Abilities: Being half demon, Kenric possesses a naturally enhanced endurance and strength despite having no proper training. His body can survive attacks most humans could not, but it is agility that keeps him on his feet and in the fight. Using his reflexes and small stature, Kenric can dodge blows easily. Upon joining The Academy, Kenric wishes to focus on more qi based techniques and striking from a distance, as he already has a natural endurance and agility. Learning to properly wield a sword would also help greatly. Equipment: Serenity- This sword was discovered by Kenric, stuck in the rock of a remote mountain. He had learned of its location from a martial arts master, and knowing its special ability he was willing to climb the dangerous mountain and retrieve it, despite the legend saying no one was strong enough to remove it should they even survive the jagged mountain and find it. Serenity has the ability to show its holder the direction of what they most desire, lighting up the blue stone engraved into its metal core. To work however, one must be clear in their mind and absolutely focused on what they desire most, calm and serene. Kenric has only used the blade to locate one thing. Ultor, The Blade Of The Behemoth- A sword left behind from his mother. He has not used the blade and is unaware of any curses or effects the blade may have. Academy Role: Associate; Seeking to be a Guard (for hire) or an Explorer Background: Born from a human father and a demon mother, Kenric is a halfling. Aside from his crimson red eyes he appears to be a normal human. Anyone who can see auras however, will notice that his has its own distinct flow and color. A trained eye will notice he is not fully human. Having demon blood in his veins makes Kenric naturally disposed to qi manipulation, and so he must receive proper training in order to balance his flow. Otherwise he is simply a walking target with his fiery aura, unable to defend himself. Following advice left from his mother, he questioned an old martial arts master on teachings. The man immediately recognized what Kenric was, and knowing he could not rise to the task at hand instead directed Kenric towards an ancient blade. This blade had the ability to light its holder's way to whatever it is they desired most. The master also told Kenric of something called The Academy. With this knowledge, and eventually the blade called Serenity, Kenric set out to find The Arc Academy and reach his full potential; and make some-kind of-a lot of money. Extra: Serenity and Ultor are usually safe and secured to Kenric's back. He rarely takes them off and never has them out of sight. In combat he will draw Serenity when advantageous to do so, but he wishes to learn how to rely on his bare hands and power.

Miki pouvait à peine contenir son excitation comme Smokescreen--elle ne savait pas pourquoi le vieil homme choisirait un tel nom--expliquait ce qu'ils feraient pour le premier test. Trouver de l'eau? Ça devrait être un coup de pouce! Elle avait eu l'intention de le faire de toute façon, car elle avait vraiment soif après tout cela en marchant dans le désert. Elle ne comprenait pas pourquoi il donnait même l'option d'abandonner pour une tâche facile comme celle-ci! Elle n'aurait certainement jamais fait ça après tout ce qu'elle avait à faire pour arriver ici! Imaginez donc sa surprise quand elle a vu quatorze des autres candidats abandonner, ne suivant pas Smokescreen dans Roontah. En raison de sa naïveté, elle ne savait pas que certains, sinon la plupart des candidats ne pouvaient pas utiliser le qi du tout, donc ils n'avaient pas l'endurance renforcée du qi qu'elle avait. Même si sa maîtrise du qi n'était qu'au niveau d'un utilisateur de base, elle lui a déjà donné un avantage sur les utilisateurs non qi. Au début du test, certains des candidats restants se précipitèrent vers la ville, comme s'il s'agissait d'une course pour voir qui trouverait d'abord de l'eau, même si Smokescreen disait déjà qu'il y aurait assez d'eau pour tous. Peut-être qu'ils étaient aussi assoiffés, pensait-elle. Elle avait aussi soif, bien sûr, mais pas tant qu'elle allait se précipiter pour trouver de l'eau aussi vite qu'elle le pouvait. En outre, elle savait mieux que de dépenser son énergie gaspillée. Elle pensait que ce serait moins d'un concours de vitesse et plus d'un concours d'endurance. Elle a juste dû endurer la recherche d'un peu d'eau à travers cette grande ville ruinée. ...En deuxième lieu, peut-être que ce test n'a pas été si facile après tout. Miki secoua la tête, jetant la pensée négative de sa tête. Son grand-père la gronderait si elle pensait qu'une tâche aussi simple était difficile. C'était simplement une mission de recherche. Ce n'était pas lié au combat. Même une personne ordinaire pourrait le faire. Elle a commencé sa recherche en sautant sur les toits vers le point le plus haut de la ville. Elle pourrait sauter vraiment, vraiment bien ainsi pourrait aussi bien l'utiliser. Elle pouvait au moins mesurer la taille de cette ville.

Name: Miki Melbourne Age: 18 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Bright, cheerful, playful and honest, she isn't afraid to say what she thinks to others. She can also get pretty flirtatious towards someone she's fond of. Level: Level 1 Abilities: She's pretty proficient in hand-to-hand combat, specializing in kicks over punches. She uses her qi to enhance her feet, allowing her extraordinarily powerful kicks along with fast movement speed and high jump capabilities. She is still working on her qi control to achieve the effect of sending the force of her kicks from a distance without her feet actually touching the enemy. Her element is Fire. Equipment: Just a specialized pair of shoes she's wearing that can withstand the extra force her attacks give off. Academy Role: Associate. She hasn't decided yet what role she wants to become in the future. Probably will take the one that is most fun or interesting to her. Background: Born in a martial artist family, she has been taught combat ever since she was little. And with her grandfather knowing about qi, he trained her in the art before sending her to the Academy both to further her horizons and to train her even further, as he believed he had nothing more to teach her.

Roxy écoutait attentivement les directives du vieil homme, et s'inclinait dans la compréhension. Donc, tout ce qu'elle avait à faire, c'était trouver de l'eau? Ça devrait être facile! Une fois que le vieil homme a fini d'instruire tout le monde, Roxy a immédiatement donné un pouce vers le haut en réponse. "Tu l'as eu, je vais trouver autant d'eau que je peux!" Roxy a dit avec confiance et a avancé vers la zone désertique ouverte Soudain cependant, alors que Roxy a commencé à faire ses premiers pas, la pensée de trouver l'eau a commencé à la faire penser à l'eau en général, en particulier comment elle avait manqué d'eau sur son chemin ici. Elle n'y avait pas vraiment pensé depuis son arrivée, elle était trop enveloppée dans l'excitation de l'AAAT. Maintenant qu'il lui a été apporté à l'esprit, Roxy a soudainement pris conscience avec insouciance à quel point elle était chaude et combien d'énergie elle avait exercé tout ce temps. Tellement chaud. Tellement fatigué. Les pas de Roxy passèrent progressivement d'énergique à faible, et elle ne fit que quelques pas de plus avant de s'effondrer pathétiquement sur le sol. "Soo...hoooot...soooo...tiiiiired..." Roxy pleurait faiblement

Name: Roxy Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Female Personality: Roxy is very energetic, highly motivated, idealistic and has an optimism that is infectious. She's also stubborn, scrappy, impulsive, simple minded, naive and a bit of a brat Her optimistic nature developed from her parents, who were very poor and always struggled to get by but always found a way to manage doing so. Through this she was taught that when you're handed a bad situation you don't have to lie down and take it, and has made it her goal in life to become successful at something in order to make money so she can help her parents and give them an easier life. All this makes her quite positive and optimistic, which is not something that you'd expect from a person like her Her bratty, impulsive nature originates from the environment she grew up in. Living in a sketchy neighborhood full of thugs and bullies molded her into a rough and tough girl that is no stranger to a fight. When the bullies picked on her, she would take it as a challenge and stood up for herself physically. This lead to her becoming a little stubborn and easily frustrated when something got in her way that she couldn't deal with. She is also not one for rules and regulations, often seeing them as barriers to letting people achieve their goals, and will usually actively go against a rule that she sees as pointless and unnecessary Roxy is the dictionary definition of book dumb but street smart. Partly due to her poor school experience, she is very slow to understand complex things like math and science, and is easily confused and dumbfounded when presented with those types of things. This, combined with her tendency to be somewhat spacey and empty headed at times, gives her the appearance of being an idiot. However, Roxy can also be a great practical thinker sometimes and can often come up with a simple but clever solution to a problem that no one else thought of but seem obvious in retrospect Appearance: Roxy is slightly shorter than an average girl her age, reaching around 4'8, and has a thin, athletic build. She has short, light red hair which is unstyled, messy and constantly in her face, as well as a line of freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. Obviously not one to care about fashions, Roxy wears very basic clothing. Her common attire is a red zip up hoodie over a white tank top, along with worn out jeans Level: Level ∞ (obviously kidding, level 1) Abilities: Due to the environment she grew up in, Roxy is a great hand to hand combat fighter, especially for her age. She is self taught and developed her fighting style based on first hand experience and watching others as opposed to formally in a class, which makes her style very wild, unrefined and something of a mish-mash of random existing fighting styles. She also commonly uses a baseball bat as her weapon of choice Roxy has the ability to control and produce fire from her body. She discovered this rather shortly before learning of the academy, and hasn't learned much about it yet at all. In the future, she will learn to use explosions as her main method of attack along with fire Equipment: An aluminum baseball bat. She intended to use this bat to play baseball with friends, but ended up using it a lot more to fight off thugs and bullies Academy Role: Associate, but wants to climb as high as she can. She's gonna become the next grandmaster! Background: Roxy grew up in a very dangerous and bad neighborhood. Every day of hers was filled with fighting off vicious bullies that just wanted to make her feel awful, dealing with teachers that didn't give a damn about her and saw her as a hooligan, and living in a house that could just barely hold 3 people and was practically held together with paperclips and duct tape. This life, as harsh and unpleasant as it was, hardened her and taught her perseverance and determination. She learned to defend herself after getting fed up with getting beat up by bullies, and became good enough at it that she gained a bit of a reputation around school as a person not to be messed with. This, combined with the fact that she didn't really pay that much attention to her schoolwork, naturally caused her to get in trouble with her teachers on the regular Roxy's knowledge of the Arc Academy started on one of Roxy's really bad days. On that day, her usual bullies were being particularly awful by starting to pick on the physically disabled kid in the school. Seeing this pissed off Roxy more than she thought was even possible and tried to get the bullies to stop, but they refused. This added to her anger and she decided that the bullies needed a mouthful of her fist. When she delivered the punch however a pillar of flame spewed from her fist, immediately lighting the one bully's clothes on fire and scaring him, along with the two that were with him, away from Roxy and the other kid. Roxy was relieved but at the same time completely bewildered. What in the world just happened? After a long lecture from the school principal, Roxy was about to leave the office and go home when one of the faculty members grabbed her attention. They told her they saw everything with the bullies and knew what was really going on. They explained everything about Qi, the Arc Academy and the AAAT, and told her the first step to finding it. Roxy wasn't sure if she believed them, but decided to see if they were telling the truth. A couple days later, this lead her to the first steps towards finding the AAAT Extra: She really likes to eat a lot Also, character theme just for fun

Ruines de Las Vegas Amy Zander, regarda le marteau mystique qu'elle tenait dans sa main et secoua la tête lentement en regardant autour du paysage dévasté. Las Vegas avait été détruite dans une lutte de pouvoir il y a quelques années entre un seigneur de guerre mineur et l'un des Villains les plus puissants et avait donc été laissé seul pendant un certain temps par la majorité des méchants belligérants. "Si seulement tu pouvais me donner des conseils. Tu m'as donné la force de me battre, mais pourtant je n'ai toujours aucune idée de comment utiliser ton plein pouvoir." Elle a dit tranquillement alors que Mjolnir s'est battu avec le pouvoir. Elle avait appris à créer des tempêtes avec l'arme mystique asgardienne qui avait autrefois appartenu au héros puissant connu sous le nom de Thor. Elle avait une grande force, une endurance surhumaine et d'autres capacités telles que la fuite qui lui avait été accordée par l'arme mystique. Mais elle ne savait pas comment l'utiliser. Elle en savait assez pour se défendre en utilisant ses capacités, mais d'après les légendes qu'elle avait entendues d'autres qui avaient été autour pendant l'âge des héros et les images qu'elle avait vues de sources souterraines avaient montré que Thor était beaucoup plus utilisé pour contrôler le pouvoir contenu de Mjolnir. Après avoir vu ce que Thor pouvait faire avec le marteau, elle avait réalisé qu'elle n'utilisait qu'une fraction de sa puissance. "Je suppose que ça va toujours être comme ça. Etre toujours en fuite n'a jamais eu la chance d'aller à l'offensive." Elle se brouillait tranquillement alors qu'elle retournait à sa petite cachette parmi les débris.

Real name: Amy Zander Hero Name: Thorana Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor. Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color. History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind. "Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight. Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: :Mjolnir

Ton a surveillé Las Vegas ou ce qui était Las Vegas. Il était ici depuis qu'il s'est échappé du labo dans lequel il est né et avait apprécié d'être vivant même s'il n'avait aucune idée de ce qu'il devait faire de sa nouvelle conscience retrouvée. Il pouvait encore entendre celui connu sous le nom de Patrick crier et jurer de la portée de son esprit, mais il l'ignorait parce qu'il ne l'aimait pas. Ton était assis sur un bâtiment qui a réussi à rester debout après ce qui ressemblait à une bataille qui avait eu lieu il y a deux ans. Ton, après avoir observé l'horizon pendant un certain temps, sauta de l'immeuble avec un bruit fort d'effraction d'une partie de l'immeuble se brisant à son départ. Il a atterri près des ruines de ce qui était autrefois un casino, mais il semblait maintenant n'être rien d'autre qu'un grondement. Ton marcha jusqu'à quelques-uns d'entre eux qu'on soupçonnait d'avoir renversés par-dessus les murs et les déplaça pour révéler un sous-sol avec une porte voûtée dans lequel il vivait depuis sa courte vie. Il a ouvert la porte avec la traction de son doigt et est entré à l'intérieur mais pas avant de couvrir le trou qui mène au sous-sol. Il a fermé la porte de la chambre forte et a payé là où l'argent était autrefois gardé, mais maintenant il n'y avait plus que quelques casiers et un cadavre. Il a ensuite payé sur le sol froid et a regardé le plafond.

Reposted! Real name: Patrick Raggenford Hero Name: Ton Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet. Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short. Hulk form: Human form: History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves. Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding. Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant. Affiliation: Hero/Thug Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy.

Mackenzie McDowell - Ruines de Las Vegas Un bruit de bourdonnement faible retentissait dans les ruines alors qu'un véspa s'éloignait à la périphérie. Assis au sommet de la machine rouge était une fille dans son adolescence tardive, une qui ne semblait pas porter un casque ou une sorte d'équipement de protection. Non pas qu'elle le ferait même si elle en avait besoin; après tout, si le choix venait entre un casque et son chapeau, le chapeau gagnerait à chaque fois. C'était donc une bonne chose qu'elle n'ait pas vraiment besoin de protection. L'un des avantages d'être complètement invulnérable, vraiment, mais pas aussi bienvenu que la capacité de marcher à travers même une épave explosée comme Vegas sans peur; après tout, si elle a été attaquée par quelqu'un, quel était le pire qu'ils pouvaient lui faire? Elle ne pouvait pas être blessée. Ce n'était pas comme si elle n'avait jamais été en danger. "Meh, au moins c'est calme..." Il ne s'est pas vraiment produit à Vegas après l'incident, après tout. Ce serait un bon endroit pour se reposer et faire quelques plans. ...Eh bien, plus de plans que juste "waltz jusqu'aux méchants et se casser le visage dedans", au moins. Remontant le véspa, Mackenzie McDowell a franchi le panneau « Bienvenue à Las Vegas » brûlé, notant mentalement qu'il n'avait plus l'air si « fabuleux ». Alors qu'elle roulait, elle se demandait comment allait le vieux gang... et encore une fois, ce sont des gamins durs. Ils pourraient s'occuper d'eux-mêmes. Ils ont même combattu le Dr Doom une fois! En quelque sorte. En quelque sorte. Pas vraiment. C'était un Doombot. Mais c'est toujours un Doombot. Elle avait commencé à prendre une note mentale de combien de fois elle avait entendu les gens prétendre qu'ils avaient combattu, battu et/ou tué le Dr Doom, puisque toutes les autres personnes qu'elle rencontrait semblaient le faire. À ce moment-là, elle commençait à se demander si Victor von Doom avait jamais existé, ou s'il n'était rien d'autre qu'un groupe de robots prétendant tous être la même personne. Peut-être qu'il était comme Ultron... Il n'était pas comme Ultron. Elle était quelque part où Ultron avait attaqué et... elle n'aimait pas y penser, puisqu'elle aimait dormir tranquillement. "... Bon endroit pour s'installer au camp, je suppose." Le casino semblait être la plupart du temps intact, et elle aimait avoir un toit sur sa tête. Et encore une fois, s'il y avait quelqu'un qui attendait à l'intérieur, ce n'était pas comme s'ils pouvaient lui faire quoi que ce soit. En mettant la vespa sur une machine à sous cassée, elle tendit les bras vers le ciel et gémit. Invulnérable ou pas, conduire pendant si longtemps rendrait quelqu'un raide. "Alors c'est Sin City, hein..." pensa-t-elle à haute voix. C'était une mauvaise habitude, bien sûr, mais personne ne semblait l'appeler. "Je suis d'humeur à jouer et j'ai l'impression que ma chance va changer pour le mieux." Après tout, Las Vegas n'était-elle pas aussi appelée la ville des secondes chances? Il était temps pour ce monde d'avoir une seconde chance.

Reposting this here! • Real name: Mackenzie McDowell • Hero Name: TBA. Will probably come up with one during the RP. • Age: 17 • Powers: Mackenzie is a mutant, and was born with the power of invulnerability. It is practically impossible to hurt her, and pretty much any attack on her will cause no damage whatsoever. She is immune to disease and radiation, and her invulnerable brain is also unable to be affected by mental interference, mind control or telepathy. Her primary weaknesses are that she still needs to breathe and eat to survive, but there is also the fact that this is her only power. Whilst her strength does seem a little disproportionate for her build, this is solely because her body does not need to hold back to stop itself from being damaged, and it is still within human levels. In addition, she possesses no anchoring abilities, and powerful blows will send her flying like a ragdoll. • Appearance: Fixed up and coloured but in need of shading. She's roughly 5'8". • History: It's not really uncommon for a child to grow up not knowing their parents anymore, not in this day and age. Mackenzie's parents died when she was young, although whether it was from natural causes, failing to cope with the harsh life they had to live under such oppressive rule or even if they were murdered is something she can't remember. However, this never really bothered her, as even though she never knew her parents she was always surrounded by those who cared for her. For as long as she can remember, Mackenzie has been part of a group of mutant orphans and runaways calling themselves the "X-Gang" after the legendary X-Men of old. And as she grew up, she and her friends looked out for each other, surviving as best they could on the lawless streets. Even though times were tough and they faced persecution not only for being street rats but for the simple fact that they were mutants, they always stuck together and clinged to the hope that one day, things would be better. One day, maybe, the dream of the late Charles Xavier would come to pass, that mutants and regular humans could co-exist peacefully... But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, not as long as the supervillains ran the world. Eventually, Mackenzie couldn't take it anymore and decided to take things into her own hands. Leaving the X-Gang in the care of her best and most trusted friends, she headed off with nothing but the clothes on her back and the lucky baseball bat that was her only memento of her parents and embarked on her quest: to seek out evil and bash its face in as hard as she could. • Personality: Hotblooded, restless and unwilling to show fear of anything. Mackenzie is very enthusiastic about fighting, although this mostly stems from a want to prove that she is strong rather than any real malice. As she also possesses a strong sense of justice, this often means she gets into fights with those serving the rulers of this world; something she has absolutely no problem with. Despite her fight-happy ways and the fact that she looks like a delinquent, Mackenzie is actually a very pleasant, friendly person, albeit a bit rough around the edges. Once she decides you are her friend, she will fight as hard as she can to protect you. • Affiliation: Hero • Equipment: Mackenzie carries around with her a battered aluminium baseball bat, which she uses as her primary weapon. Whilst it has no real supernatural powers, she considers it to be her lucky bat.

(Idk où exactement mais ils sont dans la ville la plus peuplée aux ruines) La lumière du soleil coulait des fenêtres près du plafond et grimpait à travers le sol jusqu'à ce qu'elle frappe le matelas qui avait été maladroitement jeté dans le coin. La lumière a jeté un coup d'œil dans les yeux de Cat, les tirant ouvrir une mousse puis envahir. Elle gémit et se tourna, lui serre les yeux fermés contre elle et enterre son visage dans la chose la plus proche. En ce moment, comme d'habitude, c'était l'épaule d'Izzy. Mais même cela n'a pas arrêté la lumière persistante, qui à ce moment de la journée ne pouvait pas être arrêtée. Le soleil était haut dans le ciel, et il était temps pour eux de rejoindre la réalité. Avec beaucoup d'effort, Cat s'est tirée de la poitrine d'Izzy. Il serait debout quelques secondes après son départ, elle était sûre, et il serait probablement affamé aussi mal qu'elle l'était. Elle s'est lentement rembourrée à leur collection de nourriture. À l'heure actuelle, il y avait beaucoup plus de vieilles boîtes de nourriture que la nourriture réelle. Ils ont pris les restes qu'ils avaient quand ils ont mangé à la maison, bien qu'il n'y en ait généralement pas beaucoup. Ils devraient sortir bientôt. Sniffant quelques morceaux, elle a saisi la boîte dans ses dents et trotté de nouveau à Izzy, mettant la boîte à côté de lui et le réparant avec un regard. En tant que chat tabby orange, il ressemblait probablement à son visage de chat habituel. En tant qu'humain, cela aurait signifié beaucoup plus - quelque chose dans le sens de "avoir une partie de cela et nous allons sortir." Elle a pris environ la moitié de la nourriture et l'a mangée de la manière étrange de mâcher, de tomber et de hacker et de mâcher à nouveau les chats avaient de manger.

Real Current Name: Cat *Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out. Hero Name: Shift Age: 23 Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form Powers: Cat can shape-shift, both into other people and animals. When she touches someone or some animal, she gains the ability to physically transform into them. She appears exactly the way they looked the last time she touched them (including clothing, personal belongings touching their person, and hygiene), and her voice also changes to match theirs. If they have any physical ailments or injuries, those also appear and affect her while she's in their form. If she shifts into a supernatural being with a physical-oriented power she can access it, but it takes a massive amount of energy that would result in immediate unconsciousness and she therefore rarely uses it. She doesn't need any energy to stay in a certain form, but it takes energy to shift between them. The bigger the form, the more energy it takes going into it. Due to that, she's usually tired and hungry and takes naps often. She's also trained in basic combat and covert operations. Appearance: Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven. *Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them. History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy. She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her. But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching. One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since. Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife. Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family.

Le soleil n'a pas dérangé Izzy. Il pourrait dormir toute la journée si on lui en donnait la chance. Cependant, l'endroit soudain vide et froid à côté de lui était ce qui l'a réveillé. Il s'est fracturé les yeux en hésitant et a réfléchi à se retourner et à retourner dormir. Qui a déjà entendu parler de se lever avant midi? Cependant, il a réussi à combattre l'envie alors qu'il regardait Cat traverser la pièce et chercher de la nourriture. Il sourit alors qu'elle lui en apportait un peu et le laissa tomber, le regardant avec impatience. "Hey Kitty Cat," dit-il, sa voix groggy. Il a atteint un bras pour lui caresser la tête. Lentement, Izzy s'est assis. Il a pris la boîte de... Qu'est-ce que c'était? Cheez-It?- et a commencé à vomir. C'était vraiment une impasse. Ils vont bientôt faire des courses. Et en faisant du shopping, il voulait dire voler. Ces jours-ci, tu as fait ce que tu devais faire. Izzy crunchait sans esprit sur les vieux craquelins de fromage jusqu'à ce qu'il arrive et ne trouve plus rien. Il a regardé vers le bas dans la boîte, puis l'a incliné vers l'écharpe dans les miettes. "Breakfast des champions, hein, sœurette?" Il a dit en la regardant, des miettes de fromage sur tout son visage. Comment une personne se fait-elle des miettes sur le front? Izzy se leva et s'étendit vers le plafond. Il était assez grand pour que ses doigts l'aient presque gratté. Il se détendit alors, se réarrangea, et alla chercher une chemise à revêtir.

Real name: Isaiah "Izzy" Toman Hero Name: Gear Age: 23 Gender: Male Personality: Izzy is laid back, kind natured, and maybe even a bit gullible. He gets along easily with most anyone. He's often taken for an idiot, mostly because of how he talks or the way he act, but he's actually pretty smart. He has a natural knack for computers and other machines, and he's a fast learner. Izzy has a photographic memory. Everything he reads, sees, and learns just sticks. This can also be a disadvantaged; there are some things he'd rather forget. Powers: Izzy is electrokinetic and a technopath. He can understand/control machines just by being near them or touching them. He can also create electricity, although it's not very powerful. The most he can do with it is maybe tase someone with it, or jumpstart a car if he needed to. If given a larger, more powerful source, Izzy's electrical powers can be amplified. (He may or may not make some sort of power pack for this purpose later on) Affiliation: Hero Equipment: None at the moment. Appearance: Izzy is tall with a lean build, standing at 6'3". He has a pale, freckled skin, brown hair that's half in dreads, half loose, and blue eyes. His right arm has a tattoo sleeve of shapes and designs. He may or may not have other tattoos. History: Izzy's parents passed away in a car accident when he was fairy young. He was left in the custody of his uncle for most of his childhood. His uncle was didn't have kids of his own, and honestly had no business raising one. Izzy tolerated abuse from him until he finished highschool and left as soon as he could. Izzy was smart, sure, but he wasn't good at making other people realize that. It was hard for him to act professional enough to keep a job. He was lazy, irresponsible, and didn't respond well to orders. Soon enough, he found himself jobless and out of money. Izzy landed on the street with no one to blame but himself. Still, given his optimism, he made the best of it. After a couple years of loneliness, he made himself a friend, Cat, who was also down on her luck and homeless. The two are currently still hobos. (assuming the team hasn't formed yet)

Amy a regardé autour de la petite maison qu'elle avait faite à partir des débris et a remarqué quelque chose qui la troublait. Elle était presque hors de la nourriture qui en elle-même était étrange parce qu'elle avait réussi à trouver de la nourriture en conserve l'autre jour dans les ruines d'une ancienne épicerie, mais elle l'avait vu sur une étagère avant de se coucher hier soir. Elle n'avait rien mangé depuis hier, ce qui signifiait que quelque chose s'était encore enfui avec sa nourriture. Ce n'était pas un événement rare, mais c'était extrêmement irritant. Elle a attrapé Mjolnir et a lentement ouvert la porte et scanné son environnement pour s'assurer qu'il n'y avait rien qui attendait pour la tuer. Alors qu'elle se dirigeait vers l'extérieur, elle a serré le marteau dans sa main gauche en regardant à gauche et à droite, mais pour une raison quelconque aujourd'hui, elle n'a pas levé les yeux. L'avertissement de Mjolnir était la seule chose qui lui a sauvé la vie. "Eh bien, regardez ce que nous avons ici les garçons!" Il est venu du dessus et le rire plus fort s'est joint à la première série de rires. Amy s'est rapidement retournée et s'est redressée en voyant trois figures avec des manteaux en cuir noir et des crânes flamboyants. "Une femme qui pense qu'un marteau de jouet peut la sauver." Amy s'enfuit alors que d'autres rires s'ensuivaient. Des cavaliers fantômes. Des idiots qui ont vendu leur âme pour le pouvoir. Elle pensait qu'elle avait saisi Mjolnir dans les deux mains devant elle. Le chef Ghost Rider lui a tenu tête. "On dirait que celui-ci s'est disputé en elle." Il se branla alors qu'Amy déplaçait Mjolnir à sa main gauche et étendait sa main vers le ciel. Un grand nuage de tempête a commencé à se former au-dessus d'eux et les Ghost Riders ont commencé à avancer sur elle alors qu'ils tiraient des chaînes flamboyantes de leur dos. "Dernière chance." Amy a dit tranquillement. "Reculez." "Je ne pense pas que ce soit une petite fille. Des émissions de lumière et des trucs comme ça ne nous effrayeront pas." Il a lâché alors qu'il commençait à balancer la chaîne autour et autour jusqu'à ce que ce fût un cercle flamboyant au-dessus de sa tête. Trois cavaliers fantômes. Je ne sais pas si je peux gérer trois à la fois. Elle pensait comme un boulon de foudre abattu du ciel et enveloppait son corps dans la lumière.

Real name: Amy Zander Hero Name: Thorana Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor. Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color. History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind. "Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight. Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: :Mjolnir

Ton étant couché là-bas, il entendit somthing qui ressemblait à parler loin. C'était très faible et ça aurait pu être le wnd, mais ça aurait aussi pu être quelqu'un qui venait le traquer. Sans aucun avertissement, Ton a tiré de sa cachette alors qu'il traversait le toit de sa « maison » et sautait d'un bon chemin jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse voir des nuages et quelques hommes qualifiés enflammés. Ton a commencé à courir aussi vite qu'il ne pouvait même pas s'arrêter pour l'énorme coup d'éclairage près d'eux. Ton a sauté sur les hommes enflammés et a lancé un cri fort et profond alors qu'il tentait d'écraser l'un d'eux. Ton avait une forte aversion pour les hommes à tête flamboyante. Il en a déjà vu quelques-uns auparavant, mais il n'avait jamais eu à combattre un, encore moins trois auparavant. Quelques hommes enflammés à la tête avaient essayé de le tuer il y a un moment et il les déteste depuis. Alors qu'il était sur le point d'atterrir sur l'un d'eux, il a remarqué où l'éclairage avait frappé était une femme avec un marteau bizarre dans sa main qui le fascinait.

Reposted! Real name: Patrick Raggenford Hero Name: Ton Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet. Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short. Hulk form: Human form: History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves. Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding. Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant. Affiliation: Hero/Thug Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy.

Per repoussa contre sa main, une purée qui commençait dans sa gorge. Mon Dieu, ça fait du bien. Elle s'assit et le regarda manger - comme toujours - et quand il parlait, elle faisait un bruit équivalent à celui d'un ronflement humain. Il se leva pour s'étirer et elle aussi, étendit ses bras et ses jambes et lui tournait le dos. Elle s'arrêta brièvement, pas sans plaisir, pour la regarder s'ajuster, puis finir de se déplacer autour du cou. Le curling en tant que chat était sympa, mais il avait tendance à lui laisser des sourcils quand elle a changé. Izzy est allé chercher des vêtements et Cat rembourré au milieu de la pièce, loin de tout le reste, et déplacé. C'était bref et sans incident, comme d'habitude, et en quelques secondes. Se déplacer n'était pas difficile du tout. Elle a juste pensé, et poussé, et là le corps suivant était. Mais mon Dieu, ça lui a pris quelque chose. Son estomac grondait fort, et pendant un moment elle avait du mal à garder les yeux ouverts. Quand elle était bien nourrie, ce n'était pas si mal. Mais cela faisait un moment qu'ils ne s'étaient pas assis et avaient un vrai repas, et Cat courait peu à rien. Elle leva les mains et frotta les yeux, se fendit le dos, puis soupira. Il est temps de bouger. - Oui. Le restaurant n'était pas occupé, mais n'était pas vide non plus. Juste ce dont ils avaient besoin. Cat a vérifié ses poches - seulement pour trouver qu'elles étaient vides - et gémit légèrement. Elle devrait encore changer d'équipe. Et elle serait encore pire. Elle s'est tournée vers Izzy, "Va nous chercher une table, j'arrive tout de suite." Elle lui a fait un petit sourire, puis s'est retournée pour regarder en bas de la rue pour chercher des gens. Enfant, enfant, mère, clochard, père frénétique... voilà, homme d'affaires. Ooo, femme d'affaires! Hauteur moyenne, cheveux blonds, peau pâle. Joli costume et un grand sac à main - exactement ce qu'elle voulait. Cat s'est mis en route, poussant à travers les gens et essayant de ne toucher la peau de personne. Elle a atteint la femme et a frappé dans son épaule, ses doigts glissant contre le poignet de la femme. La femme, parlant avec ferveur dans le téléphone, a fait un pas en arrière et a donné à Cat un regard qui pourrait tuer, mais elle n'a rien dit. Cat ne lui a pas donné un second coup d'œil, et a continué à se déplacer dans la rue. Elle a heurté une ruelle et s'est transformée en elle. Après avoir vérifié que personne d'autre ne se cachait là-bas, elle a pris une profonde respiration et s'est déplacée. À l'heure actuelle, son estomac se sentait sur le point de grimper la gorge et de la mordre pour ne pas l'avoir nourrie. Une autre vague d'épuisement est passée sur elle, mais elle s'est battue. Ses nouvelles mains, plus délicates, ont creusé dans le sac maintenant sur son épaule jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve le portefeuille de la femme. Elle l'a ouvert, a vu un flash de billets et de cartes, et a souri. Le portefeuille est retourné dans le sac et le sac sur ses épaules, et elle est revenue à Izzy.

Real Current Name: Cat *Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out. Hero Name: Shift Age: 23 Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form Powers: Cat can shape-shift, both into other people and animals. When she touches someone or some animal, she gains the ability to physically transform into them. She appears exactly the way they looked the last time she touched them (including clothing, personal belongings touching their person, and hygiene), and her voice also changes to match theirs. If they have any physical ailments or injuries, those also appear and affect her while she's in their form. If she shifts into a supernatural being with a physical-oriented power she can access it, but it takes a massive amount of energy that would result in immediate unconsciousness and she therefore rarely uses it. She doesn't need any energy to stay in a certain form, but it takes energy to shift between them. The bigger the form, the more energy it takes going into it. Due to that, she's usually tired and hungry and takes naps often. She's also trained in basic combat and covert operations. Appearance: Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven. *Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them. History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy. She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her. But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching. One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since. Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife. Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family.

Allons-y! Amy pensait à elle-même que la foudre l'enveloppait. L'armure apparut sur son corps alors qu'elle sentit la puissance de Mjolnir couler à travers elle. Alors que l'éclair s'est finalement évanoui, elle a vu quelque chose qui lui a donné une hésitation d'un moment. C'est le hulk? Elle s'est demandé un instant quand deux des Ghost Riders se sont tournés et ont avancé sur ce qu'elle pensait être le Hulk et a soulevé les chaînes flamboyantes au-dessus de leur tête et a commencé à frapper la créature comme Hulk avec les chaînes flamboyantes tandis que la chaîne flamboyante du Ghost Rider principal semblait la entourer de ce qui semblait être une vie propre et a frappé sa nouvelle armure de jambe à aucun grand effet. "Je t'avais prévenu." Elle a dit tranquillement alors qu'elle a commencé à tourner rapidement le marteau de plus en plus vite jusqu'à ce que ce soit un flou.

Real name: Amy Zander Hero Name: Thorana Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor. Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color. History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind. "Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight. Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: :Mjolnir

Ton lâcha un rugissement de frustration et de douleur quand il manqua les hommes enflammés à la tête et qu'ils commencèrent à l'écraser avec leurs chaînes enflammées. Ton a essayé de bloquer les cils avec son bras au début qui vient de lui faire brûler le bras, alors il a saisi les chaînes pendant qu'elles lui braquaient sur la main et s'enfilaient sur l'un des hommes enflammés. Il a commencé à botter l'homme flamboyant qui l'a envoyé voler pendant des miles. L'autre avait profité de l'occasion pour fouetter sa chaîne autour de tonnes de cou et tirer vers le bas. Ton essaya de saisir la chaîne autour de son cou, mais en vain, et il était encore plus près du sol que les genoux. La tête de Ton était maintenant en dessous de la tête d'homme habile flamboyante qui le regardait et riait un peu. Soudain, la main de Tons saute d'essayer de saisir la chaîne et de saisir autour de la tête des hommes flamboyants. Sa main a brûlé de la chaleur intense de la créature mais elle a rapidement commencé à se refroidir quand Ton a lixivié la chaleur de la flamme hors des choses crâne. L'homme à la tête enflammée se mit à crier et à lâcher sa chaîne pour essayer d'arracher Tons. Ton essouffla comme il jeta l'homme qui ne s'enflamma plus autant qu'il le pouvait. Ton se remettait encore de la chaîne qui était autour de son cou afin qu'il ne puisse pas aider la femme qui avait été dans l'éclairage.

Reposted! Real name: Patrick Raggenford Hero Name: Ton Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet. Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short. Hulk form: Human form: History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves. Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding. Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant. Affiliation: Hero/Thug Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy.

Amy a regardé avec de grands yeux que le look-like Hulk a réussi à envoyer deux des Ghost Riders avec très peu d'effort, mais il semblait que la chaîne que le dernier Ghost Rider avait utilisé avait fait un peu de dégâts. "Petite fille. Toi et ton ami venez de faire une grosse erreur." Le Ghost Rider de tête a grimpé alors que la chaîne s'est brusquement claquée directement dans sa poitrine à haute vitesse. On l'envoya voler en arrière, mais alors qu'on l'envoyait voler, elle lâcha le marteau qui frappait le Ghost Rider à des vitesses suffisamment élevées pour l'envoyer voler à travers la couche après la couche des débris jusqu'à ce qu'il s'arrêtât soudainement. Il a regardé vers le bas et a vu un morceau tranchant de débris qui sortait dans sa poitrine pendant que les flammes sortaient autour de son crâne. Amy secoua la douleur pendant un moment alors que Mjolnir retourna à sa main et elle se précipita vers la créature qui ressemblait à la hulk et tenta de l'aider. "Ça va?" Elle a demandé attentivement. Elle ne savait pas s'il était un héros, mais il avait attaqué les Ghost Riders, ce qui signifiait qu'il devait y avoir un peu de bien en lui.

Real name: Amy Zander Hero Name: Thorana Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor. Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color. History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind. "Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight. Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: :Mjolnir

Ton regarda sur le côté de lui en voyant la femme éclairante battre le dernier des hommes enflammés avec son marteau. Ton a hurlé comme on lui a demandé s'il allait bien "ça va aussi?" Ton a dit qu'il se levait. Et regarda autour de lui l'homme flamboyant que la femme avait battu. Le feu des hommes était éteint maintenant et il y avait quelque chose qui sortait de sa poitrine. Alors que Ton regardait la femme en arrière, ses yeux tombaient sur son marteau qui semblait réveiller celui appelé Patrick de l'intérieur à nouveau "C'est le marteau de Thor! Cette chose doit valoir... bien plus qu'assez pour que nous vivions une bonne vie. Si vous arrivez à prendre cette chose nous serons ri-" Ton entendu cela dans sa tête mais il a coupé Patrick en criant "NO!" qu'il se mit alors à saisir la tête.

Reposted! Real name: Patrick Raggenford Hero Name: Ton Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet. Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short. Hulk form: Human form: History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves. Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding. Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant. Affiliation: Hero/Thug Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy.

Izzy regarda Cat comme il se tenait près de la porte du restaurant, regardant tout aussi pauvre et sans abri qu'il l'était. Quand ses yeux débarquèrent sur la femme d'affaires d'âge moyen, il sourit. Il savait que c'était elle instantanément; la marche, l'expression, les maniérismes. C'était certainement son chat Kitty. "Hey sis," dit-il en s'approchant. "T'es prêt pour cette merde? Mon estomac gronde comme de la merde ici." Sa voix n'était qu'un peu rugueuse, avec une agréable limace dans sa voix qui changeait de tons au fur et à mesure qu'elle jaillissait de sa bouche. En rentrant à l'intérieur, ils ont reçu quelques regards étranges. Une femme d'affaires et un clochard étaient presque garantis. Peut-être qu'elle était gentille en lui achetant le déjeuner. Un serveur les a montrés à leur siège et a pris leurs ordres de boisson; Izzy a obtenu une bière de racine, bien sûr. Il a pris le menu pour y jeter un coup d'œil, son esprit n'a surtout pas fait ce qu'il voulait. Tout avait l'air si bien. "Hey Cat, si tu as un de ces petits culs qui ont l'air de fettuccine et que tu le partages avec moi, j'aurai le poulet frit et je le partagerai avec toi." Il l'a regardée avec un sourire. Ses yeux ont ensuite atterri sur le menu désert, ce qui l'a fait s'illuminer encore plus. Merde, ils ont un putain de gâteau à la lave, sœurette.

Real name: Isaiah "Izzy" Toman Hero Name: Gear Age: 23 Gender: Male Personality: Izzy is laid back, kind natured, and maybe even a bit gullible. He gets along easily with most anyone. He's often taken for an idiot, mostly because of how he talks or the way he act, but he's actually pretty smart. He has a natural knack for computers and other machines, and he's a fast learner. Izzy has a photographic memory. Everything he reads, sees, and learns just sticks. This can also be a disadvantaged; there are some things he'd rather forget. Powers: Izzy is electrokinetic and a technopath. He can understand/control machines just by being near them or touching them. He can also create electricity, although it's not very powerful. The most he can do with it is maybe tase someone with it, or jumpstart a car if he needed to. If given a larger, more powerful source, Izzy's electrical powers can be amplified. (He may or may not make some sort of power pack for this purpose later on) Affiliation: Hero Equipment: None at the moment. Appearance: Izzy is tall with a lean build, standing at 6'3". He has a pale, freckled skin, brown hair that's half in dreads, half loose, and blue eyes. His right arm has a tattoo sleeve of shapes and designs. He may or may not have other tattoos. History: Izzy's parents passed away in a car accident when he was fairy young. He was left in the custody of his uncle for most of his childhood. His uncle was didn't have kids of his own, and honestly had no business raising one. Izzy tolerated abuse from him until he finished highschool and left as soon as he could. Izzy was smart, sure, but he wasn't good at making other people realize that. It was hard for him to act professional enough to keep a job. He was lazy, irresponsible, and didn't respond well to orders. Soon enough, he found himself jobless and out of money. Izzy landed on the street with no one to blame but himself. Still, given his optimism, he made the best of it. After a couple years of loneliness, he made himself a friend, Cat, who was also down on her luck and homeless. The two are currently still hobos. (assuming the team hasn't formed yet)

Cat l'a trouvé facilement, s'enfuyant comme un pouce douloureux comme toujours. Comment il l'a reconnue peu importe ce que son corps l'a confondue, mais il devait encore être incapable de la trouver chaque fois qu'elle se déplaçait. Le serveur les a emmenés à leur table et Cat s'est assis, son estomac grouillant fort. Pendant un moment, la pensée de maintenir son apparence classe s'est levée, mais elle l'a ignorée. Personne ne saurait que c'était elle simplement en commandant du lait de chocolat, et elle était habituée aux apparences bizarres quand elle a fait quelque chose d'insaisissable à son corps. Donc le serveur est parti chercher une bière racine et un lait de chocolat, et Cat a scanné le menu. Ses yeux venaient de tomber sur la plaque de fettuccine quand Izzy parlait, et Cat grinçait largement. "Enfer oui, elle a répondu. "On comprend ça, j'ai l'impression de pouvoir manger un cheval en ce moment. De plus, Cat s'est penché, nous avons une dizaine de cartes de crédit et une centaine de dollars en billets. Obtenez tout ce que vous voulez », lui a-t-elle dit. Elle s'est penchée et le serveur est venu, prenant leurs ordres et repartant. Cat a sorti le portefeuille de la femme, sorti les billets de dollars et donné la majorité d'entre eux à Izzy. Au cas où ils seraient séparés, il aurait quelque chose pour le nourrir. Elle gardait les cartes de crédit, sachant que quelqu'un doutait de lui s'il en remettait une. Elle a rangé le portefeuille et a descendu son lait, puis a mis de côté pour les assiettes de nourriture entrantes.

Real Current Name: Cat *Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out. Hero Name: Shift Age: 23 Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form Powers: Cat can shape-shift, both into other people and animals. When she touches someone or some animal, she gains the ability to physically transform into them. She appears exactly the way they looked the last time she touched them (including clothing, personal belongings touching their person, and hygiene), and her voice also changes to match theirs. If they have any physical ailments or injuries, those also appear and affect her while she's in their form. If she shifts into a supernatural being with a physical-oriented power she can access it, but it takes a massive amount of energy that would result in immediate unconsciousness and she therefore rarely uses it. She doesn't need any energy to stay in a certain form, but it takes energy to shift between them. The bigger the form, the more energy it takes going into it. Due to that, she's usually tired and hungry and takes naps often. She's also trained in basic combat and covert operations. Appearance: Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven. *Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them. History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy. She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her. But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching. One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since. Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife. Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family.

C'est pas vrai! Amy a regardé vers le haut que Mjolnir a émis un sentiment de danger. La bataille avait attiré l'attention indésirable. Ils ont dû bouger. Tout de suite. "Je suis désolé pour ça." Elle a dit tranquillement qu'elle a filé le marteau autour et autour de plus en plus vite et de plus en plus et l'a dirigé vers un mur de débris. "Ne bougez pas et faites exactement ce que je vous dis. Nous avons attiré l'attention sur nous-mêmes quand nous nous battons contre les cavaliers fantômes et nous devons nous reposer un peu. » Elle a déclenché une explosion de foudre du marteau et a protégé la créature Hulk avec son corps alors que le mur de débris est descendu sur eux tout comme Mjolnir senti les gens entrants. "Ne fais pas de bruit." Elle a entendu le son des pas à proximité et a fait de son mieux pour ne pas faire un son au fur et à mesure que les pas se rapprochaient. "On dirait qu'il y a eu un sacré combat ici." Une voix a brouillé. "Il y a quelques corps ici. On dirait que certains de ces idiots de Ghost Rider se sont finalement tournés l'un contre l'autre." Une autre voix a dit avec un rire. "Allez. Le patron s'en fout des Ghost Riders, en plus, on a mieux à faire qu'aller chercher après eux. Sortons d'ici et prenons quelque chose à manger." Amy écoutait attentivement les traces de pas de plus en plus faibles et que le bruit d'un moteur remplissait la zone avant de s'évanouir. Elle a poussé assez de débris d'eux et s'est mise à ses pieds et a étendu sa main à la créature hulk. "Mon nom est Amy. Amy Zander. Et vous seriez...?"

Real name: Amy Zander Hero Name: Thorana Powers: Super-strength, Super-endurance, basically the same powers as Thor. Appearance:Looks like a female version of Thor except longer hair and the hair color is black instead of blonde. Her eyes are a green color. History: It is said that after Thor was killed during the night the heroes were massacred, his hammer was left where Thor had fallen as a message to those who would try to fight the villains of the world. Over time, people came to the hammer and some began to pray to it, hoping that the heroes would return. Amy was being chased by a group of thugs and she came across the hammer. At the time, Amy was defenseless and the only thing within reach was the fabled hammer of the fallen Thor. As her hand gripped the handle of the hammer, a voice echoed through her mind. "Whosoever holds this hammer, if she be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."It was at this point that for the first time in years that the hammer was lifted from the ground and the thugs turned and ran. It took a few days, but eventually Amy learned to use the power of Mjolnir and months later she managed to use the full power of Mjolnir while training in secret. Now, after months of training to use the hammer and her new found super abilities that she emerged. Ready to fight. Personality: Amy is kind and will stand up for anyone she thinks is in trouble. However, if she deems you a threat you're in trouble. She will often rush into battle if she sees someone in trouble. She stands up for her friends and will give her life for a friend if the need arises. Affiliation: Hero Equipment: :Mjolnir

Ton devait distrait au début pour remarquer la femme qui lui parlait mais une fois qu'elle a fait descendre l'énorme quantité de rochers et de débris sur eux, Ton lui a enlevé les mains de la tête en entendant les voix de dessus. Alors que les voix s'éteignaient et que la femme éclairante les sortait, elle lui dit son nom et étendit la main. Ton ne savait pas exactement quoi faire de son énorme main, mais il a fait de son mieux pour lui serrer la main "I Ton". Il a dit à Amy Zander. "Depuis combien de temps êtes-vous là?" Il a demandé par curiosité d'essayer de noyer le son de Patrick dans sa tête.

Reposted! Real name: Patrick Raggenford Hero Name: Ton Powers: He was turned into a hulk like creature through tests giving him super strength, increased size (was six feet tall and is now nine feet tall), whole new personality,increased agility and is able to leach heat from things. He also does not need air for quite a while and can keep himself together in the void of space but he can still be killed by possibly a heavy duty armour piercing bullet. Appearance: Patrick has Caucasian skin while Ton has very dark turquoise skin. His hair is black and short. Hulk form: Human form: History: Patrick was born a while before the uprise of the villains and was about ten or so when the villains took over. He was slow to change to the new way of life but he became hardened by the new world he lived in after a few years. When he was seventeen he had begun robbing people in order to get enough money to buy medicine for his sick mother. His mother passed on due to lack of medical attention but he continued to steal long after the passing of his mother. He began to assault people to who wouldn't give up their valuables. Eventually he began to be able to live the good life and even had his own gang of thieves. Life was good for Patrick but he craved more power. The power that the superhuman dictators possessed so when he heard there was some experiments going on to try and recreate past heroes into a new villainous militia he jumped at the opportunity. Patrick was given a jumpsuit and a metal belt when he got there. He was told to go wait in a room down the hall for the tests to begin. He waited in the room for a few minutes before one of the walls pulled away showing something that looked like a laser which shot a blinding green light into the room. The pain was intense like your insides were burning and freezing at the same time and with every scream from Patrick he began to change. His skin colour, size and muscle mass changed and once it was all over and the light stopped he was now slumped over on the floor as a hulking beast. One of the scientist who had been operating the laser like device activated the gamma absorption belt (or GAB for short) but rather than siphoning all the gamma energy out of Patrick it couldn't handle the levels that had been put inside him and failed to do its job. Soon the beast that had once been Patrick got up from its slump and began to destroy the entire facility in rage. After reducing the facility to rubble the beast now known as Ton ran off into hiding. Personality: Patrick is very head strong and cocky. He's always sure of himself and will often deny if he's done something wrong. He will resort to dirty tricks and will run away from a fight rather than actually fight. Ton on the other hand is courageous (or just stupid) and very humble though this isn't always seen due to his limited intelligence and vocabulary. Basically he's a kinda gentle giant. Affiliation: Hero/Thug Equipment: His belt is able to absorb energy (primarily gamma radiation) which was originally supposed to be used to revert Patrick back to his original form but it wasn't enough to conceal all his energy.

Le garçon de Mantis bourdonnait d'un toit à l'autre, il venait de voir des choses descendre et il essayait de garder un profil bas. Il n'était pas sûr qui tous ces gens puissants, mais savait qu'il ne voulait pas en faire partie. Il s'était assez bien caché en regardant. Il avait vu plus d'un d'entre eux, une marteleuse, une grosse crasse, des abrutis de crâne. Tyler n'était plus sûr de ce qu'il fallait faire, il s'est posé sur le côté d'un écroulement de ses mains et de ses pieds collés au mur vertical. Il remonte la fenêtre et la glisse. Il rampe à l'intérieur de l'appartement monté en haut qui a agi comme sa cachette actuelle, il était petit mais a bien fonctionné. La chambre était encombrée de nourriture et de fournitures vides en conserve, un petit lit repose dans le coin. Tyler marche vers le lit, son armure bio est aspirée dans sa colonne vertébrale supérieure comme fondant de la cire slithering sur son corps. (C'est comme le costume de Venum.) Tyler soupire, il était seul et sa tête était un désordre mais c'était la vie. Il jette la poignée de pécans qu'il a trouvé sur le lit avec le régime Pepsi qu'il a trouvé enterré sous quelques décombres. "Woo hoo, soda diététique!" Tyler pense à lui-même. Tyler ne se soucie pas du soda, il dit qu'il avait trouvé quelque chose au moins avec un peu de vitamine c. Tyler s'allonge sur le lit en pensant à l'endroit où il devrait aller ensuite.

re posting this here. Real name: Tyler Mcgraw (age: 22) Hero Name: Mantis Boy Powers: Tyler has an alien bio-tech chip/"artifact/paracitic creature" imbedded inside his brain. This gives him spider-man like strength, the ability to wall crawl, boosted adgility, slightly hightend sences (Vibration sence, inhanced eye sight. nothing to brag about) His bio-tech thow hidden away inside his brain can grow at a single thought to cover his whole body in the alien bio-tech. This armor can withstand harsh blows, bullets, blades to a certin extent. The armor can heal it self and Tyler if given enough time (around 10 min to heal the armor/ about a day to heal Tyler) The bio armor has some hidden weapons as well. A sharp katana like blade can be ejected from each hand (like wolverine only katana like blades. one for each hand.) He can also create sharp boomarang like projectiles from his wrist that can be thrown at enemys. If thrown properly thay can return to Tylers hand. The armor also has the capeability to pop out a pair of mantis like wings on his back, giving him the ability to glide from roof to roof, although the wings do not grant him full flight he can hover for a bit and glide from perch to perch, wings a buzzing. History: Tyler was forcefully abducted by an evil alien race and implanted with a paracite that was sapose to make him into a super strong long lasting mindless slave/soilder who would always serve loyaly. This alien race had endless numbers of these slave warriors. Some worked the labor yards, some sent into battle to fight on behalf of this evil race. All abducted from diffent planets across the cosmos. As unlucky as Tyler was, haveing been abducted by aliens he was lucky in the fact that his implanted paracite is "lame". Meaning that it grants him all of the power of the soilders with out the mindlessness and without the need to follow the "master". Tyler still able to think for him self manages to escape the mother ship and crash land back to earth. He vows to use his power to stop corruption and help the earth. He wants to take down the alien race that did this to him. Though he dosent know who they are or where they came from. Personality: quick witted, goofy, lazy, free spirited young man with a dislike for law and corruption of goverment. He would give his friends the shirt off his back while not thinking twice about taking down an enemy. Affiliation: Anti-heroish hero. Equipment: Blades, boomerangs, bio armor.

C'était le milieu de l'automne, chaque jour à venir, les feuilles de l'arbre brunissaient et tombaient de leurs branches comme le vent frigide balayait le passé. Il pleuvait ce soir. Le son calme des gouttelettes éclaboussant sur les tuiles du balcon d'une petite pièce d'appartement. Mais il n'y avait rien de calme dans l'air qui s'est calmé dans la chambre d'un jeune homme. Il y avait 4 hommes dans l'appartement obscurci. Trois costumes et un sweat à capuche et une paire de jeans. Deux grands, larges à l'épaule, ressemblant à un homme légèrement plus court. Il avait l'air très jeune. Au moins dans ses 20 ans. Il ressemblait à un mélange entre un asiatique et un caucasien. La moitié si tu veux. Ses cheveux noirs épais ont fait ressortir ses yeux bleus vifs et glacés. Le jeune homme avait l'air très calme, contrairement à l'autre jeune homme qui était soutenu contre un mur par la simple présence des trois autres. "Alors, M. Stafford. Où est mon argent?" l'homme aux yeux bleus a demandé avec un léger sourire. "J'ai dit que je pourrais vous l'apporter d'ici le mois prochain!" la blonde a réagi d'une manière paniquée. Le sourire de l'homme s'est transformé en un léger froncement. "La cocaïne est une marchandise très chère, mon ami. Et on dirait que vous l'avez utilisé plutôt que de le vendre." Il s'arrêta alors qu'il tirait lentement un pistolet silencieux de sa poche intérieure de veste, en coiffant le toboggan avant de le pointer sur l'homme blond. "Nous avons de la chance que nous ne vous ayons pas beaucoup donné à vendre. Cependant, nous avons déjà perdu de l'argent en vous faisant confiance avec le commerce. Je suis sûr que cette balle est plus précieuse que votre vie en ce moment." La peur a saisi l'homme coincé, "P-S'il vous plaît! Je vous en prie! Je vais te chercher l'argent! J'ai fait une p-promise! S'il vous plaît, ne me tuez pas!" Il a paniqué. C'était naturel. Il était sur le point de mourir après tout. Les pensées de Stafford couraient sauvagement, sa vie clignotant devant ses yeux alors que son esprit commençait à s'effondrer. "Les ordres du Père sont absolus." Il répondit simplement, son regard froid perçant impitoyablement dans l'homme frappé par la peur. Clack...Thud. Une scène plutôt pitoyable. Le corps de Stafford s'est effondré au sol, le mur derrière lui peint avec son sang. Le corps de la blonde était encore couché sur le tapis comme le sang versé sans cesse du trou dans son crâne. Il a hurlé aux deux hommes qui se tenaient à côté de lui alors qu'il rangait son pistolet. Leur travail a été fait. Jusqu'à la prochaine. Et avec ça, ils ont lentement fait leur chemin jusqu'à la porte de l'appartement.

Full Name Yuuma Markovic Nickname "Yuu" or "Young Boss" Birth Date April, 24 Age 23 Zodiac Symbol Taurus Gender Male Sexuality Heterosexual Race "I'm human, but people like to think otherwise." In Depth Appearance He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars. He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like. TRAITS Quirks | Habits | Oddities He likes classical music and that's about it. Has a habit of double checking that things are locked He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket Hobbies | Talents He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts. Likes Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food Dislikes Loud people/Spicy food/ Fears Disappointing his father/Being cast aside Personality ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary. He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities. He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business". HISTORY History Will be revealed via RP OTHER Extra Anything Else He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time.

Le son des talons de botte clique presque silencieusement sur le chemin du hall du bâtiment. L'odeur de l'alcool et l'automne dérivent avec le corps. La pluie a à peine asséché les vagues douces de ses cheveux un parapluie trempé accroché au côté d'un sac à main de type satchel. Clad avec une enveloppe marquée anniversaire tardive avec un nom semble s'estomper de ce qui serait vu. Ça n'a pas semblé difficile de comprendre que ce n'était pas un appel d'affaires pour la dame. Elle était habillée en cuir. Sa veste complimente le tank noir et le jean sac. Une grande ceinture enveloppée autour de sa taille. Garder son jean pour rester sur la petite taille qui accompagnait le corps. Ses bottes ont parcouru la moitié de ses cuisses, ce qui a empêché le jean de s'égarer. Frappe. Frappe. Son poing a frappé la porte de l'appartement Accompagné par sa paresseuse vérification de sa montre. Il aurait dû savoir qu'elle venait. Est-ce qu'elle a eu la bonne porte? Ils ressemblaient tous tellement, il a probablement confondu le nombre sur sa porte. Stupide drogué. Elle ne faisait ça que parce que la famille survivante voulait qu'elle l'examine. " L'enfer, si vous n'ouvrez pas la porte. Je pars dire à ta tante que tu es morte. "Elle dirait se pencher contre le mur en collant un bâton dans sa bouche. La fin ayant été étouffée par la pluie. Si quelque chose qu'elle voulait retourner aussi au travail mais ce ne serait pas ouvert avant ce jour-là. Les cheveux noirs soufflaient sur son visage alors qu'elle grondait d'un ton frustré.

Full Name Viviana Ashiona Nickname "Vivi" Birth Date March, 30 Age 22 Zodiac Symbol Aries Gender " Do I look like a idiot? Female." Sexuality "Heterosexual blgehhh" Race " Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human In Depth Appearance She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say. She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off. TRAITS Quriks | Habits | Oddities She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple. She enjoys rock but not Metal Classical music but not Blues She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small. She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons. Hobbies | Talents She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect. Likes Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music Dislikes Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/ Fears Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/... Personality-W.I.P ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome. HISTORY History TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone. OTHER Extra Anything Else She isn't one for smoke or drugs.

Comme les trois hommes se dirigeaient vers la porte. Frappe. Frappe. Pour répondre à la porte, ou pas. Ce sont les deux seuls choix qui ne finiraient pas par perdre une autre balle. Cependant, ils étaient en deçà d'un calendrier. L'homme aux yeux bleus regarda sa montre. Ils avaient déjà gaspillé 2 minutes de silence après avoir tué le drogué. Ils ne pouvaient pas se permettre de perdre le temps d'attendre que cette femme parte. Il tourna légèrement la tête vers l'un des hommes les plus grands, hurlant légèrement, « Capture ». Il a simplement commandé. Un des hommes a produit un petit mouchoir de sa poche intérieure. L'odeur du chloroforme était forte. L'autre a sorti un chiffon plus long et un petit sac en tissu. Le rythme vers la porte à l'unisson, le déverrouiller et le balancer s'ouvre avec un minimum d'effort. Ils ont tiré la femme dans la pièce à la hâte avant de refermer à nouveau la porte. L'homme avec le mouchoir l'a serré fermement contre le visage de la femme, couvrant son nez et sa bouche tandis que son autre bras enroulé autour d'elle, empêchant tout mouvement. Tout ce qu'elle a essayé de dire serait étouffé par la pression de la main de l'homme et du tissu qu'il tenait. Sans intention, elle a été tenue d'une manière qui lui a permis de voir clairement le corps mort et le bleu glacé, le regard menaçant d'un autre homme qui se tenait à proximité. Peu de temps avant qu'elle s'évanouisse du chloroforme. L'autre homme a attaché le plus long tissu autour de sa bouche comme un gag avant de mettre le sac de tissu sur sa tête. L'homme qui la tenait sur elle l'a hissée sur sa large épaule avant qu'ils ne s'en aillent tous. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Plusieurs heures s'étaient écoulées, la femme se réveillait dans une petite pièce. Les murs étaient gris terne, des fissures d'âge étaient visibles tout autour, il y avait beaucoup de trous de balles dans le plafond aussi. Quelques ampoules illuminaient la pièce, mais ce n'était pas très lumineux. La femme a remarqué qu'elle était attachée à une chaise et entourée de quelques hommes plus âgés qui seraient facilement identifiés comme des « voyous » ou des « gangsters », leur tenue très négligente et décontractée. L'odeur de la fumée de cigarette s'est accrochée dans l'air comme certains d'entre eux avaient décidé de fumer. "Le patron n'a-t-il pas dit de ne pas fumer ici?" L'un d'eux a murmuré, qui a reçu une réponse très nonchalante, "Aah qui se soucie, il n'est même pas ici en ce moment." Aussi désobéissant que toujours.

Full Name Yuuma Markovic Nickname "Yuu" or "Young Boss" Birth Date April, 24 Age 23 Zodiac Symbol Taurus Gender Male Sexuality Heterosexual Race "I'm human, but people like to think otherwise." In Depth Appearance He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars. He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like. TRAITS Quirks | Habits | Oddities He likes classical music and that's about it. Has a habit of double checking that things are locked He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket Hobbies | Talents He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts. Likes Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food Dislikes Loud people/Spicy food/ Fears Disappointing his father/Being cast aside Personality ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary. He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities. He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business". HISTORY History Will be revealed via RP OTHER Extra Anything Else He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time.

Elle semble obéissante en étant traînée dans la pièce. Ne pas crier comme une main et un tissu était sur son visage. Elle s'était déjà trouvée dans cette situation. Ses jambes se retournent à l'unisson vers l'homme, ses jambes se replient pour essayer de le frapper. L'odeur du chloroforme devient très forte. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Ses propres yeux bleus regardent l'autre homme moins buffy. Mais à peine donner au corps une seconde. Stupide drogué a probablement eu ce qu'il méritait. Elle aurait commencé à faire des remarques, mais sa vision est devenue floue alors qu'elle sortait. Une lettre qui dérive de son sac à main vers le sol. Le titre complet est affiché. Elle se demandait en silence où elle était. Elle voulait être dégagée ce n'est pas comme si elle criait. Même si elle craquait actuellement le cou. Attirant l'attention sur elle-même, tandis que la tête tournait de côté. Les hommes devant elle ressemblaient à des clients qu'elle aurait eus. Au moins, ils s'habillaient un peu mieux de son côté de la ville. Elle tapotait ses doigts contre la houle des cheveux. Les ongles courts et simples font aussi du bruit. Même si elle était mufflee par un gag se voulait quand même commenter qu'ils étaient désobéissants à leur patron. " S'il disait qu'il ne fumait pas, ne voudrais-tu pas qu'il fume quand il descende ici?" Sa propre odeur d'alcool et apparemment cette odeur feuillue d'automne s'accrochait lâchement d'elle. Se mêler à l'odeur de la fumée. Sa robe, s'ils essayaient quelque chose, était modelée par un long unitard. Comme pour empêcher les gens de paraître quoi que ce soit qu'ils ne devraient pas. son Glaze semblait glacé, autant que l'homme du regard d'avant était.

Full Name Viviana Ashiona Nickname "Vivi" Birth Date March, 30 Age 22 Zodiac Symbol Aries Gender " Do I look like a idiot? Female." Sexuality "Heterosexual blgehhh" Race " Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human In Depth Appearance She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say. She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off. TRAITS Quriks | Habits | Oddities She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple. She enjoys rock but not Metal Classical music but not Blues She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small. She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons. Hobbies | Talents She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect. Likes Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music Dislikes Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/ Fears Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/... Personality-W.I.P ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome. HISTORY History TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone. OTHER Extra Anything Else She isn't one for smoke or drugs.

Les hommes regardaient leur captive léchereusement, murmurant entre eux, "Ya pense qu'on devrait l'essayer? Je parie que le patron va le faire de toute façon. Pas de mal à avoir le premier goût, hein?" L'un d'eux a gâché. Cliquez. Le bruit de la seule porte dans la pièce, déverrouillant. Les voyous se sont tus quand la porte a commencé à s'ouvrir. Une femme vêtue d'un costume marchait calmement à travers, avec un léger regard de dégoût sur son visage. Son regard se tourna vers l'un des hommes qui fumait. Dans une action rapide et rapide, elle a sorti la cigarette de la bouche de l'homme avant de presser le cul dans la joue de l'homme, en couchant la peau. Il hurla dans la douleur, doublant le dos, son cul atterrissant fermement sur le sol avec sa main sur sa joue brûlée. "Je ne sais pas pourquoi il s'embête à vous engager des mongrels." Elle grondait alors qu'elle claquait un interrupteur près de l'interrupteur. Un évent s'est ouvert, provoquant une rafale brutale qui s'écoule dans la pièce. L'évent se referma aussitôt qu'il s'ouvrit, toute la fumée disparut, sauf pour les petits ruisseaux qui flottaient des fesses que les hommes avaient lâchées. La femme se promena jusqu'à l'homme qui était tombé, marchant rapidement sur son entrejambe avec son talon. "Tu dois écouter les ordres de ton patron. Ne touchez pas la captive et ne fumez pas. C'est clair?" Elle a dit ici, aussi froide que son regard. "C'est clair?" Elle a crié en sortant de l'entrejambe de l'homme. Une "Oui madame" retentit autour de la pièce avant qu'ils ne se précipitent. La femme aux cheveux auburns se tourna pour voir que l'otage était réveillé. Elle s'est lentement jetée à la prisonnière, en sortant le bâillon de sa bouche. "Mes excuses pour un tel affichage. J'espère qu'ils ne t'ont rien fait de dur." Elle a dit d'un ton plutôt inquiet. Son expression générale est passée de très agressive à très calme au cours des dernières secondes. "Le patron devrait être là bientôt, j'espère qu'il est d'humeur à pardonner." Elle soupirait.

Full Name Yuuma Markovic Nickname "Yuu" or "Young Boss" Birth Date April, 24 Age 23 Zodiac Symbol Taurus Gender Male Sexuality Heterosexual Race "I'm human, but people like to think otherwise." In Depth Appearance He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars. He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like. TRAITS Quirks | Habits | Oddities He likes classical music and that's about it. Has a habit of double checking that things are locked He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket Hobbies | Talents He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts. Likes Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food Dislikes Loud people/Spicy food/ Fears Disappointing his father/Being cast aside Personality ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary. He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities. He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business". HISTORY History Will be revealed via RP OTHER Extra Anything Else He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time.

Elle a frappé son doigt contre le bras des chaises pendant qu'ils bourdonnaient et parlaient. Des trous dans les crânes de l'héritier. Elle détestait les voyous, surtout ceux qui essayaient de toucher la merque. Alors qu'une nouvelle femme marchait dans la pièce, elle s'étouffait avec étouffement sur le gag qui, pour une raison quelconque, nwa toujours dans sa bouche. Elle ne savait pas pourquoi. Qu'est-ce que ça a fait de bien que de l'énerver. Regarder la femme enlever le gars qu'elle a marqué une note mentale qu'elle devrait apprendre un peu de cela. Peut-être que la dame pourrait lui apprendre. Donc elle n'était pas la patronne non plus. Vivi se demandait pourquoi elle était là. Sa cousine ne pense même pas à elle. "Le meilleur divertissement que j'ai eu toute la journée." Elle disait clairement qu'elle tirait de son gag, d'un ton enlacé de charme. Un sourire lui grincant la bouche et son doigt continue de frapper contre la chaise. Elle examinerait les caractéristiques des dames en les marquant dans son esprit avant de s'ennuyer et de fixer à nouveau le mur. Une toux qui vient de sa bouche. En avalant instinctement quelques fois pour laver le goût de vomir de sa bouche. " Dégoutant la nicotine. Les choses sont des cancers qui attendent d'arriver. Vous connaissez l'heure? J'ai un travail que je dois être à 9 heures." Elle disait clairement: "Si je pouvais partir avant, ce serait génial. " Sa tenue n'a pas montré grand-chose de son travail. Plus ou moins il a juste montré sa figure et a essayé de ne pas révéler quoi que ce soit qu'il ne devrait pas.

Full Name Viviana Ashiona Nickname "Vivi" Birth Date March, 30 Age 22 Zodiac Symbol Aries Gender " Do I look like a idiot? Female." Sexuality "Heterosexual blgehhh" Race " Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human In Depth Appearance She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say. She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off. TRAITS Quriks | Habits | Oddities She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple. She enjoys rock but not Metal Classical music but not Blues She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small. She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons. Hobbies | Talents She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect. Likes Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music Dislikes Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/ Fears Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/... Personality-W.I.P ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome. HISTORY History TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone. OTHER Extra Anything Else She isn't one for smoke or drugs.

La femme s'est un peu fourrée au commentaire de la captive. "Oh, je suis sûr que tu en verras d'autres plus tard." Elle a répondu avec un sourire qui a fui avec le sadisme. Son sourire a disparu après que la femme ait mentionné son retour au travail. N'a-t-elle pas compris la situation dans laquelle elle se trouvait? Ou ne se souciait-elle tout simplement pas de son bien-être? Elle était peut-être si bête qu'elle ne comprenait pas ce qui se passait. "Malheureusement, vous n'irez nulle part. J'espère que vous comprenez qu'être coincé dans les affaires de la mafia est dangereux. S'il vous plaît, prenez votre position un peu plus au sérieux." Elle a expliqué d'un ton sérieux qu'elle s'appuyait sur le dos de la chaise de la captive. Si cette fille n'arrêtait pas de parler, elle aurait dû être moins gentille. Bien sûr, le patron a toujours dit de faire ce qui est nécessaire. Ce qui est excessif est normalement nécessaire, pour elle de toute façon. Espérons que ça n'arrivera pas. Ce serait une honte.

Full Name Yuuma Markovic Nickname "Yuu" or "Young Boss" Birth Date April, 24 Age 23 Zodiac Symbol Taurus Gender Male Sexuality Heterosexual Race "I'm human, but people like to think otherwise." In Depth Appearance He stands at around 5'8", and have an athletic build. He's lean, but also quite muscular. He weighs at around 140lbs. At first glance, his Asian features are quite noticeable, but it is still clear that he is also half Caucasian. He had thick black hair and icy blue eyes, which is quite rare among half Asians. He has many scars around his torso and back, riddled with bullet wounds and cut scars. He almost always wears a suit in a smart casual manner. Most of the time his collar button is undone and he doesn't wear a tie. His suit jacket isn't buttoned up either. He sometimes wears glasses whenever he's reading important documents or the like. TRAITS Quirks | Habits | Oddities He likes classical music and that's about it. Has a habit of double checking that things are locked He'll never do up his collar button or his suit jacket Hobbies | Talents He's quite good at playing the violin, which he does in his spare time. He's not much for fast paced dance, so he's quite adept at ballroom dancing. He's extremely skilled at CQC and Martial arts. Likes Autumn/Rain/Quiet/Classical/Sweet food Dislikes Loud people/Spicy food/ Fears Disappointing his father/Being cast aside Personality ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ On the outside, he appears to be a charming, smooth talking young man, but on the inside he's cynical and sometimes quite insensitive. He won't go after someone who has no connection to his work or gang unless specified. He's more likely to be kind to those who aren't involved, unless they witnessed something that they shouldn't. He tries to avoid killing people despite his occupation, but he will if it's absolutely necessary. He has a lot of patience most of the time, but when it comes to dealing with anyone that's part of the 'thug' level group, then he has no patience at all. When it comes to those members, he sees them as mostly expendable or as liabilities. He can be quite open about some things in his life, for example, what kind of people his parents are, etc. But he doesn't readily tell people about his occupation nor his status. Usually passing it off as "Business". HISTORY History Will be revealed via RP OTHER Extra Anything Else He enjoys a good glass of alcohol from time to time.

La mafia? Oh donc il était un junkie forghe Mafia. Ahh, ça sonne bien. Elle dirait non-cannily. On aurait dit qu'elle se foutait de sa mort. Ça n'avait pas d'importance pour elle. Elle n'avait rien à vivre. Sortir à la mafia n'était pas le pire moyen. "Oh chérie, si je prenais la vie au sérieux." Elle rigolait "Tout serait tellement différent." Sa tête dormait sur le côté et regardait la porte. Patiemment mais avec un regard ennuyeux sur son visage. Elle n'était pas intéressée par la situation dans laquelle elle se trouvait. Penser à une bonne douche chaude et peut-être un peu à emporter, ou elle pourrait faire. Qui était-ce? L'empoisonnement alimentaire avant le travail n'a jamais été une grande oppertuinité.

Full Name Viviana Ashiona Nickname "Vivi" Birth Date March, 30 Age 22 Zodiac Symbol Aries Gender " Do I look like a idiot? Female." Sexuality "Heterosexual blgehhh" Race " Im not some type of hybrid alien I can tell you that." Purebred human In Depth Appearance She stands at about 5,6 with very dark brown hair. Blue eyes that change to be darker as she becomes tired. She weighs a average of 120 pounds, with a slender figure. Slight curves portrayed heavy by a models legs. Her arms are detailed with slight muscle. A athletic build you could say. A few scars can be seen across her back what they are from she does not say. She wears mostly things that contain her attire for work underneath. Usually ripped baggy jeans complimented by a thick belt and a t' with a dipping neck. She has one tattoo above her shoulder of a pirate flag a rose replacing one of the bones.She is less than mad to wear anything comfortable. As long as it covers a bit more than required she is well off. TRAITS Quriks | Habits | Oddities She wears sunglasses with lenses that make her eyes look purple. She enjoys rock but not Metal Classical music but not Blues She can play a Cello after many lessons when she was small. She is not addicted to any substances but she enjoys keeping a match in he mouth for unsaid reasons. Hobbies | Talents She not to bad on a dance floor, knowing most choreographed dances such as the tango, Salsa, ballroom and many other quick footed dances. She enjoys her job but rarely mentions it. She isn't bad as an interior designer. Finding anything functional perfect. Likes Autumn/Blueberries/Mornings/Evenings/Rock Music Dislikes Heavy metal/to-girly stenches/housework/ Fears Loosing her self worth/Falling for someone from work/Becoming to cut off/... Personality-W.I.P ♦ Positive Trait ♦ Negative Trait ♦ Positive ♦ Negative ♦ At least two detailed paragraphs more is welcome. HISTORY History TBD. She doesn't reveal much of it to anyone. OTHER Extra Anything Else She isn't one for smoke or drugs.

Très bien avant le début ici sont quelques règles concernant les postes 1.) La poste doit avoir un minimum de 2 paragraphes. Si tu veux faire plus, c'est bien. Ce serait super. 2.) Il s'agit d'un jeu de rôle qui entoure la plupart de la magie et des exploits presque impossibles alors obtenez créatifs et descriptifs avec vos messages surtout lorsque votre combat. 3.) Il doit y avoir au moins 2 posts après votre post avant de nouveau. De cette façon, il y a une bonne quantité de virages entre les jeux de rôle. Emplacements: À l'extérieur du donjon: Babel Plaza-C'est le principal centre commercial pour aventuriers et non aventuriers. La zone est composée de nombreux stands et magasins pour l'équipement, l'armure, les accessoires, et tous les jours les choses. Étonnamment, cette zone est encore à proximité de la tour de Babel où la plupart des achats sont faits pour le meilleur équipement. Champs de sol noir- Cette zone est principalement utilisée pour l'agriculture et l'agriculture. Le sol est noir qui, selon les Mythes Éqyptiens, signifie terre fertile. Les champs sont riches en nutriments et les animaux élevés sont sains et grands. Le chaudron- Un pub qui est populaire parmi les aventuriers pour la nourriture bon marché et savoureux. Il fonctionne également comme une auberge à temps partiel pour les nouveaux aventuriers. HQ des aventuriers- Cette zone est où vous tournerez en pierres magiques et l'article gouttes des créatures que vous avez prévu dans les donjons pour la monnaie. Le platine, l'or, l'argent et le bronze sont la monnaie de change courante. Il y a aussi des quêtes qui peuvent être remplies ici pour les aventuriers qui veulent faire un peu plus d'argent. Familia Hébergements - chaque famille a son propre lieu de séjour. Là où tu l'as mis, c'est à toi de voir comme tout le reste. (Lorsque vous postez sur votre famille assurez-vous de le poster comme un emplacement)

Name: Ruric Thar Age: He claims to be in his early twenites but it's hinted he's older Level: 8 Race: Ogre Blood (Half Ogre) Affiliation: Verethragna Familia Equipment: -Elemental Weapon Kaizer Glave: A glave spear comprised of Mithril with a spear head capable of dealing almost any elemental attack. - Ethereal Beserker Sword Slade: A giant beserker sword that has killed so many dungeon monster it is capable of killing any creature (Forbidden from using) -Tsumogami Obi: A magic obi sash capable of transforming to its master's will and restraining his enemies. (often takes the form of a scarf around his neck) -Dove Armor Set: A set of armor that mostly consists of chain mail and strong leather for speed. -Item Box: A ring that is capable of storing items. Skills: -Hidden Armory: Allows him to manifest weapons and armor from a pocket dimension similar to Verethragna's Armory. Includes 4 sets of armor and weapons Verethragna has forbidden him to use. -One Man Squadron: Can call forth superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina and healing to aid him in battle. -Cursed Hunger: Allows him to eat anything whither it be poison, cursed or raw and not be affected by it. (If eaten enough he can get a higher boost in stats.) Magic: Pyrokinesis- Allows him to summon fire and flames from his own body. Shadow Run- Allows him to meld travel in between shadows in order to stealthy break threw his opponents defenses. War Summons- A form of summoning magic that allows him to summon his familiars in times of crisis. Doves Flight- A form of magic that increases his speed to near teleportation. Talents: Ruric is a skilled warrior whether armed or unarmed. He is capable of mastering any weapon, and learning any form of fighting style. Though he is not artisan level he is also a skilled craftsman often making tools, clothing, weapons, and other everyday things from the remains of monsters he slain. While taking a liking to having is food cooked he is also a skilled chef. And while it is not often seen he is a master tactician and is often stated by Verethragna a genius is the art of war and battle. Class: Demon Swordsman/Beserker Personality: Ruric is a gluttonous fellow whether it be his appetite or his hunger for power. But even under all that hunger a loyal warrior resides. Though he seems like a laid back joker he is serious when it comes to his party members or anyone he considers a friend. If you dare anger him, be warned for he will devour you. Biography: When he was a child he was a mercenary with people giving him the name he 1000 man slayer. At the age 13 he was found by Verethragna the Persian God of War on top of a mountain of slayed enemies covered in blood. As Verethragna described it he was no warrior but a beast with a weapon no different than the monsters the god claimed to have slain over the century. Out of pity or perhaps faith Verethragna saw potential in Ruric. The potential to be a hero. So was a deal was made, they would duel if Ruric one he would get Verethragna's god slaying sword, but if Vereth won Ruric would become his disciple. Rruic lost, and 10 years later he is now one of the founding members of the 7 swords with the title the Savage Swordsman Other: His familia are the care takers of the orphanage in the dungeon city

À l'intérieur du donjon : Grande Forêt: Planchers 1-5. Une forêt majestueuse florissante. Accueillir la forêt comme des créatures et quelques êtres humains demi. Exemple : rabbins à cornes, 3 étalons à cornes, gobelins, best-wolfes à dire, ours arrière, etc. Boss est le Red HindBear une variante de Hindbear qui est deux fois la taille et est plus forte et plus rapide qu'une normale et est capable de respirer le feu. Labyrinthes : Sols 6-11 Un long labyrinthe comme le labyrinthe, abritant surtout des demi-bestiaux. Exemple: minotaurs, orcs, ect. Boss est le Minotaur Executioner un Minotaur géant qui porte une armure rouillée et manie une hache de marteau géant. Swamplands: Étage 12-17 Un grand marais marécageux. Accueillir des insectes, des poissons et des reptiles. Exemple : lézards, grand poisson-chat, moustique géant, etc. Boss est DakaGator un alligator à six pattes qui est capable d'utiliser la magie de l'eau. Ruines du désert : Planchers 18-23 Une ancienne ruine oubliée qui abrite de nombreuses espèces de créatures mortes et désertiques. Exemples : Momie itinérante, Lézard du désert, Hiéroglyphes vivants. Le patron est le pharaon du désert Setamun un roi momie non mort capable de lancer des malédictions de pouvoir et de magie. Victorian Ghost Town: Floors 24-29 Une vieille ville d'Angleterre victorienne abandonnée qui abrite beaucoup des oubliés et des morts-vivants. Exemple: Ombres de guerre, goules, les esprits agités, Igors, est Boss Franky le boucher un Frankenstein comme un monstre debout à 20 pieds de haut qui tue avec son loup-garou griffé main droite et un cleaver rouillé à gauche. Il utilise surtout des sorts de buffs. Frostlands : Planchers 30-35 Une toundra congelée et un paysage arctique où la plupart des créatures arctiques ou géants du givre sont capables de résider. Exemple : Polar Hindbear, King Orca, Leopard géant, Frost Giants. Pas de patron actuel pour cette zone. Treasure Trove : Une caverne comme un paysage rempli de trésors. La plupart des petits dragons, ou des créatures comme des dragons. Exemple : Wyvern, Dragonnewt, Drake. Le patron est Cavlog le Draon de Greed. Un dragon avec des écailles de multicolores comme les bijoux dans sa caverne. C'est un feu capable de fondre le platine et l'or. (Btw les créatures utilisées dans la liste des planchers ne sont que l'exemple de ce qui pourrait être trouvé dans chaque plancher. Si vous avez une créature taht correspond au réglage l'utiliser. Même si ce n'est pas réel ou pas.) (Sera mis à jour si vous avez une idée pour plus de planchers ou à l'extérieur des lieux du donjon s'il vous plaît faites-le moi savoir)

Name: Ruric Thar Age: He claims to be in his early twenites but it's hinted he's older Level: 8 Race: Ogre Blood (Half Ogre) Affiliation: Verethragna Familia Equipment: -Elemental Weapon Kaizer Glave: A glave spear comprised of Mithril with a spear head capable of dealing almost any elemental attack. - Ethereal Beserker Sword Slade: A giant beserker sword that has killed so many dungeon monster it is capable of killing any creature (Forbidden from using) -Tsumogami Obi: A magic obi sash capable of transforming to its master's will and restraining his enemies. (often takes the form of a scarf around his neck) -Dove Armor Set: A set of armor that mostly consists of chain mail and strong leather for speed. -Item Box: A ring that is capable of storing items. Skills: -Hidden Armory: Allows him to manifest weapons and armor from a pocket dimension similar to Verethragna's Armory. Includes 4 sets of armor and weapons Verethragna has forbidden him to use. -One Man Squadron: Can call forth superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina and healing to aid him in battle. -Cursed Hunger: Allows him to eat anything whither it be poison, cursed or raw and not be affected by it. (If eaten enough he can get a higher boost in stats.) Magic: Pyrokinesis- Allows him to summon fire and flames from his own body. Shadow Run- Allows him to meld travel in between shadows in order to stealthy break threw his opponents defenses. War Summons- A form of summoning magic that allows him to summon his familiars in times of crisis. Doves Flight- A form of magic that increases his speed to near teleportation. Talents: Ruric is a skilled warrior whether armed or unarmed. He is capable of mastering any weapon, and learning any form of fighting style. Though he is not artisan level he is also a skilled craftsman often making tools, clothing, weapons, and other everyday things from the remains of monsters he slain. While taking a liking to having is food cooked he is also a skilled chef. And while it is not often seen he is a master tactician and is often stated by Verethragna a genius is the art of war and battle. Class: Demon Swordsman/Beserker Personality: Ruric is a gluttonous fellow whether it be his appetite or his hunger for power. But even under all that hunger a loyal warrior resides. Though he seems like a laid back joker he is serious when it comes to his party members or anyone he considers a friend. If you dare anger him, be warned for he will devour you. Biography: When he was a child he was a mercenary with people giving him the name he 1000 man slayer. At the age 13 he was found by Verethragna the Persian God of War on top of a mountain of slayed enemies covered in blood. As Verethragna described it he was no warrior but a beast with a weapon no different than the monsters the god claimed to have slain over the century. Out of pity or perhaps faith Verethragna saw potential in Ruric. The potential to be a hero. So was a deal was made, they would duel if Ruric one he would get Verethragna's god slaying sword, but if Vereth won Ruric would become his disciple. Rruic lost, and 10 years later he is now one of the founding members of the 7 swords with the title the Savage Swordsman Other: His familia are the care takers of the orphanage in the dungeon city

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Name: Ruric Thar Age: He claims to be in his early twenites but it's hinted he's older Level: 8 Race: Ogre Blood (Half Ogre) Affiliation: Verethragna Familia Equipment: -Elemental Weapon Kaizer Glave: A glave spear comprised of Mithril with a spear head capable of dealing almost any elemental attack. - Ethereal Beserker Sword Slade: A giant beserker sword that has killed so many dungeon monster it is capable of killing any creature (Forbidden from using) -Tsumogami Obi: A magic obi sash capable of transforming to its master's will and restraining his enemies. (often takes the form of a scarf around his neck) -Dove Armor Set: A set of armor that mostly consists of chain mail and strong leather for speed. -Item Box: A ring that is capable of storing items. Skills: -Hidden Armory: Allows him to manifest weapons and armor from a pocket dimension similar to Verethragna's Armory. Includes 4 sets of armor and weapons Verethragna has forbidden him to use. -One Man Squadron: Can call forth superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina and healing to aid him in battle. -Cursed Hunger: Allows him to eat anything whither it be poison, cursed or raw and not be affected by it. (If eaten enough he can get a higher boost in stats.) Magic: Pyrokinesis- Allows him to summon fire and flames from his own body. Shadow Run- Allows him to meld travel in between shadows in order to stealthy break threw his opponents defenses. War Summons- A form of summoning magic that allows him to summon his familiars in times of crisis. Doves Flight- A form of magic that increases his speed to near teleportation. Talents: Ruric is a skilled warrior whether armed or unarmed. He is capable of mastering any weapon, and learning any form of fighting style. Though he is not artisan level he is also a skilled craftsman often making tools, clothing, weapons, and other everyday things from the remains of monsters he slain. While taking a liking to having is food cooked he is also a skilled chef. And while it is not often seen he is a master tactician and is often stated by Verethragna a genius is the art of war and battle. Class: Demon Swordsman/Beserker Personality: Ruric is a gluttonous fellow whether it be his appetite or his hunger for power. But even under all that hunger a loyal warrior resides. Though he seems like a laid back joker he is serious when it comes to his party members or anyone he considers a friend. If you dare anger him, be warned for he will devour you. Biography: When he was a child he was a mercenary with people giving him the name he 1000 man slayer. At the age 13 he was found by Verethragna the Persian God of War on top of a mountain of slayed enemies covered in blood. As Verethragna described it he was no warrior but a beast with a weapon no different than the monsters the god claimed to have slain over the century. Out of pity or perhaps faith Verethragna saw potential in Ruric. The potential to be a hero. So was a deal was made, they would duel if Ruric one he would get Verethragna's god slaying sword, but if Vereth won Ruric would become his disciple. Rruic lost, and 10 years later he is now one of the founding members of the 7 swords with the title the Savage Swordsman Other: His familia are the care takers of the orphanage in the dungeon city

J'ai dit au lion que mon discours était coupé par un rugissement qui, étonnamment, ne venait pas d'Ymahr, et faisait fuir le chat. Je me suis retourné pour voir une créature illusoire disparaître, et quelqu'un s'envolant avec un morceau de notre wurm. "La prochaine fois, vous devriez demander!" J'ai crié au duo de thieving. Normalement, je serais contre le charabia, cependant, puisque c'était juste de la nourriture, et je n'avais pas vraiment besoin de ce qu'ils ont volé, je ne m'en souciais pas trop. Pour tout ce que je savais, ces deux-là étaient désespérés pour de la nourriture ou de l'argent. Est-ce que j'avais l'air tellement intimidant qu'ils préféraient le faire au lieu de parler, et peut-être me demander une partie du wurm? Peut-être que c'est juste le fait que j'ai récemment tué une wurm qui les ennuyait... en parlant de... "Alors, je suis tout pour juste couper cette chose pour des rations et laisser le reste aux passants au hasard, mais je ne suis pas sûr que tout le monde est," Je voulais vraiment voir à quel point cette forêt enchantée tenait, et encore moins le trésor, mais il semblait que notre renard... à qui je pourrais devoir parler plus tard... préférerait que nous ramenions cette chose jusqu'à un village affamé. On n'avait pas l'air d'aller nulle part, et ça m'a dérangé. Bien sûr, c'était juste un arrêt de fosse au début, ça pourrait se transformer en un détour si nous étions tous d'accord pour nous débarrasser de cette chose avant de passer à autre chose. Encore une fois... nous avons pu obtenir une armure, mais... l'armure ne nous serait pas vraiment utile, car je ne pouvais pas porter une armure lourde ET voler en même temps, Erion était plus orienté pour la vitesse, et Ymahr ne semblait pas vouloir d'armure du tout. Pendant que j'attendais une réponse, j'ai commencé à couper ce que nous avions avec ma lance, rendant des portions qui étaient normales pour moi, mais probablement un peu petites pour les autres.

Thorvald Greyfeather Nickname/Alias: Lightning rod Race: Shael, falcon Gender: Male Age: 30 Additional Info Personality: Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so. He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation. Appearance: Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue. Height: 4'2" Weight: 80lbs Fight related Magic: Elementalism; lightning. Class: Dragoon Weapons/Items: An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes. Strengths: Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time. Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole. Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly. Weaknesses: Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground. Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result. Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn. Techniques: Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.

Erion respire profondément alors qu'il s'approche de nouveau du groupe. Il regarda tout le monde, puis se dirigea vers la créature, puis coupa une partie de la viande, avant d'obtenir un peu de tissu dans son sac et de mettre la viande dans son sac, entouré de tissu. Il regarda le groupe calmement. "Avant d'attirer de vrais problèmes, on devrait continuer." Il dit doucement qu'il retourne dans le groupe. "Le nom d'Erion au fait... "Erion Silverwind." Il dit alors. Il ne voulait pas prononcer son vrai nom de famille, pour une raison qui... eh bien... il faudrait beaucoup d'explications et peut-être que certaines personnes soient au courant du passé, et Dieu sait qu'il ne voulait pas être associé à sa famille. Il a regardé le gars de l'oiseau qui a demandé à propos de la viande et de tel et que faire avec elle. Il respire profondément. "Avec la taille de la chose, je suppose que nous pourrions la laisser pour passer au hasard... Il serait préférable qu'il nourrisse les gens affamés, mais nous ne pouvons pas vraiment traîner quelque chose comme ça. Soit nous la quittons, soit nous informons un village et nous nous déplaçons sur notre chemin si vous me le demandez. » Il dit calmement au groupe. Il ne savait pas ce que les autres voudraient ici. Il respire profondément. Il était prêt à passer à autre chose. Malheureusement, il n'avait pas assez de sel pour saler la viande pour une meilleure conservation. C'était une ressource qu'il aurait besoin d'acheter dans la ville suivante.

Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:

Le lion s'arrêta dans ses traces pour voir les deux bouts de ce qui restait du Wurm, il se rendit compte qu'il avait faim lui-même et alors que la viande de Wurm n'était certainement pas la meilleure chose dehors, c'était mieux que rien. Il s'approcha de la carcasse de la bête et commença à en couper pour lui-même, en découpant des morceaux qui étaient au mieux moyens, sans aucun sens en excès après tout. Les deux étaient en train de débattre de ce qu'il restait à faire des restes de la bête, le Shael a suggéré de le laisser ici pour d'autres vagabonds et c'était certainement une idée. Le Nin'tah d'autre part a dit qu'ils ne pouvaient pas traîner la chose dans un village affamé, et que c'était certainement un acte de charité que Ymhar aurait à le féliciter pour s'ils avaient la main-d'œuvre, c'est-à-dire. En ce moment, cette option était sortie, mais le monde serait mieux si d'autres pouvaient apprendre à s'entraider davantage, mais ce n'est pas beaucoup dire sur le lion lui-même vraiment. "Je dis que nous informons ces gens affamés, nous pouvons passer à autre chose." La forêt a eu sa juste part d'aventure à avoir, mais la bataille a sorti beaucoup d'entre eux et le lion était sûr qu'ils étaient fatigués. Peut-être qu'un arrêt rapide à une auberge ou taverne serait agréable et qu'ils pourraient revenir dans cette forêt plus tard, qui sait quels secrets se cachent sous le feuillage? Encore une fois, il pourrait y avoir plus de créatures qui pourraient dépasser le pouvoir du Wurm qu'elles ont combattu plus tôt. Plutôt que de l'écraser, le félin a recommencé à marcher et a demandé à ses deux alliés de commencer à bouger.

"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.

Zack s'était excusé de la compagnie de ses trois frères de se promener dans la ville pendant un certain temps. Heureusement, il a pu se procurer auprès d'Ezekiel une veste à capuche avec laquelle se cacher, bien que ce fût un ajustement serré sur le coyote beaucoup plus grand. -- Eh bien, s'était-il dit alors qu'il avait gagné dans le capot, au moins ce n'est pas le sac que je portais au-dessus de ma tête sur le chemin de la ville. Le fermier Zack avait acquis ce sac d'était plutôt satisfait de l'arrangement, en fin de compte. Comme il s'était avéré, il avait reçu il y a longtemps une malédiction de Zack lui-même: il a été hexé de telle manière que s'il essayait de dire le mot "poisson", il ne pouvait le faire qu'en arrière. Quand Zack, non défait par les cris et les menaces du fermier, accepta enfin d'inverser cette malédiction en échange d'un simple sac de pommes de terre, le fermier fut d'abord stupéfait, puis débordé de joie. Le fermier ne pouvait pas croire sa chance! Et c'est ainsi que Gort Symons, fermier lah'na, pouvait après si longtemps commander sa nourriture préférée avec un minimum d'embarras. Quand il a annoncé la nouvelle à sa famille, ils ont été surmontés de larmes de joie. Zack ne pouvait pas pour la vie de lui se rappeler ce que le fermier avait même fait pour gagner sa colère en premier lieu, mais au moins il avait obtenu un sac de pommes de terre en dehors de lui plusieurs années. Les fentes oculaires qu'il a dû quitter avec ses dents; comme il l'a appris, la tête émoussée et les fesses de son bâton n'ont pas tout à fait fait le tour. Zack erra donc dans les rues, et regarda de façon discrète. Les gens qui ont vu sa capuche trop serrée le prennent pour un membre d'un ordre religieux obscur le plus masochiste. Il a certainement battu l'auto-flagellation comme une pratique, et était à tout le moins beaucoup plus facile pour les parents d'expliquer à leurs enfants. Vous n'avez pas non plus besoin de couvrir les yeux d'un enfant d'un homme portant des vêtements trop serrés, généralement; vous avez toujours dû le faire quand un homme sans chemise est passé, se harcelant lui-même. Sauf si l'enfant a eu une éducation particulièrement étrange, mais peut-être que ce n'est pas à moi de juger. Zack n'avait pas de destination à l'esprit, il était tout simplement rafraîchissant de pouvoir marcher parmi les foules réelles de personnes à nouveau. Il avait passé des mois dans les bois, comme l'ont dit les contes de fées. De temps en temps, il avait même frappé les enfants qui avaient osé trouver "Cackling Zack's Shack", ou peu importe ce que c'était son supposé domicile a été appelé dans leur imagination. Zack s'est simplement amusé auprès de ces visiteurs, bien qu'ils aient sans doute été son contact le plus cohérent avec n'importe quoi sauf la faune pendant ces mois d'isolement. Pour garder les apparences, il menaçait et effrayait souvent les enfants, bien qu'il n'ait jamais maudit quelque chose qu'il pouvait se rappeler. Mais si la menace était suffisante pour le faire, suivit - elle l'action réelle qui était nécessaire? Il regarda le signe d'une auberge avec ardeur. Il a promis à ses frères qu'il ne sortirait pas longtemps, mais il n'avait pas apprécié le plaisir d'un verre depuis si longtemps. Comme s'il s'agissait d'affliger sa conscience coupable, il a commencé à considérer que peut-être s'il faisait des logements ici, il ne chargerait pas ses frères d'avoir à lui faire de l'espace dans leur maison déjà exiguë. C'était suffisant pour l'inciter à s'aventurer. "Je vous salue, gardien. Un peu d'hydromel, s'il vous plaît!" Zack a dit joyeusement qu'il s'était tapé dans ses poches pour une pièce de monnaie.

Name: Zack Itzhak. Nickname/Alias: "Cackling Zack." Race: Nin'tah. Coyote. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Age: 38. Additional Info Personality: Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him. While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power. He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion. He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others. He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating. Appearance: A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions. Height: 6'2. Weight: 142 lbs. Fight related Magic: Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from. Class: Warlock. Weapons/Items: A relatively plain iron staff. Strengths: - A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic. - He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around. Weaknesses: - Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless. - It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment. Techniques: It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can. Flavor: Theme Song: This is how it should beeee, this is how it iiiis

Le Nil a glissé à côté de la coyote gracieusement et avec aisance pratique, tournant une pièce entre ses doigts et la tournant de façon décontractée sur la table. "Deux." a été tout ce qu'elle a dit et au bruit de la pièce éclaboussant sur le bois, l'aubergiste l'a rapidement arraché et hoche, retournant en quelques instants avec deux tasses remplies au bord avec de l'hydromel moussant. Nil a donné au coyote un regard de recherche pas du tout subtil, "Ces vêtements sont plutôt serrés pour un lanceur n'est-ce pas?" Elle murmura à elle-même pendant qu'elle examinait son corps et s'arrêta un moment. Sa main s'est approchée et un seul doigt s'est enroulé autour de son écharpe pendant un moment, "Peut-être qu'ils pourraient faire avec un certain desserrage, surtout si vous êtes quelque chose comme votre personnel." Elle a dit avec un sourire wily puis retourné vers sa boisson et l'a balayé, prenant facilement la moitié du grand récipient dans un seul goupille. Nil aurait pris les pièces qu'elle avait senties dans sa poche en bas à droite si elle avait ressenti le besoin mais elle n'était pas attachée à l'argent en ce moment et elle n'avait même pas joué ici. Du regard coupable sur son visage comme il avait marché dedans, il venait ici pour une rare, mais beaucoup besoin d'éclaboussure, peut-être qu'elle pourrait le convaincre d'éclaboussure juste un peu plus. Les gens drogués ont toujours été amusants à regarder. Lordy il était un grand cependant, près de deux pieds plus grand alors elle-même, bien que ce n'était pas tellement une surprise en elle-même. Il était évidemment soit une personne religieuse d'une sorte, une sorte d'utilisateur magique, ou les deux. Elle s'est amusée à jouer avec ces gens religieux et elle a trouvé ceux avec la magie souvent fait pour les contes les plus excitants.

"Beer's on me! Well really on you, but I'm holding the coin purse." Name Niles Nickname/Alias -I prefer Nile -Pest -Rodent -**** Race Neth: Rat Gender Female Age 19 Personality Nile is a care-free spirit, more interested in having fun then responsibilities. Seriousness is like a plague, it just drains your strength and is a bunch of trouble. You don't deserve to laugh at someone else if you can't laugh at yourself a little. Still, if you manage to find something Nile has taken a stand on, don't expect her to back down. Some might accuse her of being frivolous and naive, they'd be dead wrong. It's not like Nile is an assassin beneath that happy face of hers but she knows the rough and tumble of life. Appearance Much like shown, though remove the boiling flask and make the robes a little more baggy and covering. The hood covers her ears and masks her face while pulled up. The color of her fur is similar to tan lines, the parts more protected from the sun and covered by clothing are more white, well the other exposed hairs and turned brown. Height: 4 feet 8 inches and not getting much taller. Weight: 100 pounds-ish Magic: Illusion Class: Trickster Weapons/Items -Small knife, good for cutting meat. -Small knife, also good for cutting meat. -Small knife, you know you can never have too many meat cutting knives. -Several more small knives. -Small bottle of poiso- seasoning. For meat. It makes sure it doesn't move for a while. Yeah... -Small lute, good for making money. Strengths Musician Nile is a natural hand at playing instruments and her music is surprisingly enthralling, even without a little magic to make things more exciting. Expert Novice Nile can't create an army out of thin air, but she's very experience with the little magic's she does know how to do. Full on invisibility is a little out of her reach, but she can spit out smaller cantrips like a woodchuck. Can chuck wood. If a woodchuck could chuck wood. But she can't chuck wood because she's not a woodchuck that can chuck wood. You get the idea. Quick Hands Nile has fingers that only a musician can boast of. Long, nimble, strong, perfect for plucking strings, tossing a knife, or pocketing some cash thrown at her. Don't be surprised if they move faster than you can keep up with. Weaknesses Gimp Nile's right arm is a bit smaller than her other one and is good for little more than making obscene gestures and holding small objects. Troublemaker While Nile has a very good danger sense, or perhaps because of that, she has a tendency to get into trouble. Whether its a particular rowdy song, a snide remark too many, Nile has a way of making things worse. Smol Neth are just naturally smaller than other races and Nile is no exception. She would never win an arm-wrestling contest with a Tothum or be able to bust down a solid oak door. Nile has many strengths, but none of them are in her strength. Techniques Ooooh fighting. Yeah, Nile tends to avoid that. If she had to Nile would rely on using her illusion magic to distract her opponent long enough to stab them or run away. Maybe both. Call it "Stab and Run"? Theme Song Possible TBA

Je déteste être à Shava'ren, tous ces Ravens, vous avez le sentiment qu'ils voleront quelque chose quand vous ne les regarderez pas. Varm était à Tarner, un port côtier situé au nord de Shava'ren, il allait à et sur le premier navire naviguant vers Lahria. Il voyageait pour rencontrer son ami, un Lah'na nommé Reker, un aubergiste dans l'une des villes. Sa taverne était appelée "épée blanche", où il prévoyait d'aller, Varm ont un accord conçu pour lui apporter de l'argent. Varm avait un objet rare dont le nom ne pouvait pas être divulgué et c'est pourquoi tant de peur d'être volé. Après avoir mangé un repas dans la taverne côtière, il a décidé de chercher un bateau. L'un d'eux appelé "Rose Noire" avait prévu de voyager à Lahria. Le capitaine était Rakonai.  "Salut, puis-je faire un voyage avec vous? Je dois être à Lahria dans quatre jours." Le capitaine n'était pas trop gentil, "vous pouvez naviguer avec nous, mais vous aurez besoin de payer".  "Je n'ai pas trop d'argent, mais je dois aller avec toi, alors je paierai."  Après la transaction, Varm est retourné à la taverne pour faire ses valises. "Le vaisseau décolle dans une heure, alors je vous conseille de vous dépêcher" a crié le capitaine. Une heure plus tard, le navire était déjà sur les vagues, transporté par la mer à Lahria.

Name: Varm Qua'reth. Nickname: "Meditator" Race: Sak'all, Crocodile. Gender: Male. Age: 29. Additional Info Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage. While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid. He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve. Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored. Height: 6.1 feet. Weight: 167 lbs. Fight related Magic: Enchanting Class: Monk Weapon : Self maded Blades, like This on picture Strengths: Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal. Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed Weaknesses: Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training.

Les deux compagnons avaient trouvé leur chambre avec facilité. Il était plutôt petit, mais tenait deux lits sur lesquels Atlas pouvait en fait s'adapter. C'était beaucoup mieux que leur hébergement habituel du sol froid dur. Atlas s'est mise à l'aise, jetant son sac sur le côté, elle s'est effondrée sur le lit avec un soupir de contenu. Le jingle de sa pochette de monnaie sonnait comme elle s'était couchée, et le Toth ne pouvait s'empêcher de se sentir un peu coupable. À propos de tout le vol qu'ils ont fait tout à l'heure aussi bien mentir à l'aubergiste sur leur situation. Cependant, toutes ses grognements dans le matelas avaient facilement disparu quand un coup avait sonné sur leur porte, indiquant que la nourriture était là. Atlas a failli s'envoler vers la porte, un petit chariot tenu assiettes de nombreux plats divers, adapté à leurs deux goûts. Atlas a donné une pièce comme une pointe avant de rouler dans le chariot entre les deux lits excité. La dernière chose qu'elle se rappelait manger était un champignon plutôt suspect Rykiar a osé la consommer. Tout ce qu'elle se rappelait se réveillait trois jours plus tard encore plus faim qu'auparavant. Au moins leur souffrance avait tout payé comme le Tothum lui a pris la première morsure. Elle voulait pleurer des larmes de joie, c'était si délicieux. Ou plutôt ils étaient tellement affamés que tout avait bon goût. Quoi qu'il en soit, cela aurait pu être décrit comme le meilleur moment de sa vie plutôt inégalée. Ils mangeaient tranquillement, les bruits de la ville remplissaient la pièce de la fenêtre ouverte comme un bruit de fond relaxant. Avisthelm était certainement un endroit sympa, ou une décharge. Elle n'en avait vraiment aucune idée, n'ayant pas été dans assez de villes pour des références. Dans tous les cas, Atlas pourrait rester ici un peu plus longtemps si possible. La vache s'est retournée sur son lit, grignotant encore sur un morceau de pain fraîchement cuit, pour regarder par la fenêtre. Aussi divers que la ville puisse être, il y avait un excès de Lah'na dans la ville. Atlas, bien sûr, n'a eu aucun problème avec cela, son éducation lui a appris à regarder au-delà de la race, mais elle ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de se demander si cette ville était plus acceptée que la dernière où ils étaient. Bien sûr, voyager avec un Neth a facilité les choses dans ce pays, elle se rappelait qu'un pauvre Saël s'était vu refuser une chambre à une auberge dans une ville de Neth. Dans l'ensemble, elle était plus que reconnaissante que sa propre race ne semblait jamais avoir de problèmes. Curieusement, elle a cherché sa tasse pour boire un verre, seulement pour se rendre compte qu'elle était sortie. Atlas a regardé la boisson de Rykiar pour voir qu'elle était vide. Ils avaient un bref regard vers le bas, tous les deux voulant que l'autre obtienne plus. La souris, bien sûr, a gagné, dans la victoire, il s'est couché, faisant semblant d'être endormi pour s'assurer que le Toth allait chercher les boissons. Avec un snort ludique, Atlas s'est levé, les tasses se clinquant alors qu'elle faisait son chemin et descendait les escaliers. Hooves s'accroupissant sur les escaliers en bois, elle s'est rendue compte que c'était plus occupé qu'à leur arrivée. Elle s'est serrée vers le bar, plaçant les tasses en place pour une recharge. Elle est arrivée dans sa poche pour retirer quelques pièces de monnaie. Avec un bref sourire à l'aubergiste, Atlas a attendu patiemment, se tenant sur le côté des deux assis à proximité. Elle regarda autour des petites culottes qui décoraient la chambre, voulant simplement retourner dans sa chambre. Elle et Rykiar devaient encore discuter des plans pour le lendemain, ou du moins après une bonne sieste.

Name: Atlas Bentpine. Race: Tothum. Gender: Female. Age: 23. Additional Info Personality: Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do. Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at. She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar. Appearance: Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray. Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance. As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily. Height: 7'3 ft. Weight: 250 lbs. Fight related Magic: Transformation. Class: Wanderlusty Nomad Weapons/Items: Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings. Strengths: -Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack. -Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to. Weaknesses: -Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough. -She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count. -Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right. -Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her. Techniques: Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as: Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense Sharp claws/fangs/horns Wings Growth in size and strength But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it. Flavor: Theme Song: Come on you hermit, you never fight back

On dirait que les deux autres sont arrivés à la conclusion qu'on informerait une ville voisine du cadavre juste pour qu'on n'ait pas à le traîner avec nous. "Très bien, alors! Heck, si je me souviens où se trouve la ville la plus proche, je peux y voler, et, bien que je préférerais que vous restiez ici et attendiez, il y a une forêt enchantée juste au nord d'ici. C'est un peu là où j'allais avant d'entrer dans... eh bien... ça, j'ai dit aux deux avant de voler, et puis plein sud, où... attends, c'était en fait plus une ville qu'une ville, mais je suis sûr qu'il y a des gens affamés là-dedans aussi. Avisthelm... maintenant je me souviens, c'était le premier endroit que j'ai visité à Laharia. J'ai dû prendre un bateau pour la première fois de ma vie, même avoir du poisson ici pour la première fois de ma vie... attends... c'était du poisson? L'autre homme n'arrêtait pas de l'appeler "hsif" ou quelque chose comme ça... peut-être que c'est leur langage pour le mot, ou quelque chose comme ça. J'ai pensé, me rappelant à quel point j'aimais pas le poisson, et à quel point c'était étrange que l'autre gars, qui adorait les choses, n'arrêtât pas de l'appeler par un autre nom. Le temps qu'il m'a fallu pour me souvenir ce jour-là, je suis retourné en ville, et j'ai commencé à chercher quelqu'un qui pourrait être en mesure d'emporter la chose. Malheureusement, personne ne semblait vouloir s'occuper de la chose, même après que je leur ai dit qu'ils pouvaient garder la récompense. Mes recherches ont fini par finir avec moi à une auberge avec un groupe étrange d'individus... un rat, une vache dame, et... ce que je ne pouvais que deviner c'était soit un chat ou un chien. "Hé! Vous voulez travailler pour de l'argent? Il y a une guirlande jusqu'au nord, et mon groupe ne veut pas s'occuper de traîner le truc ici. Vous pouvez garder la récompense si vous l'apportez ici, je veux juste continuer mon aventure!" J'ai répété ce message tant de fois que je ne le disais pas avec mon énergie habituelle... bien sûr, ça pourrait être juste parce que j'ai continué à donner mes rations alimentaires aux mendiants qui bordaient les rues de cet endroit. Curieusement, la plupart des mendiants étaient soit nin'tah, soit un collègue Shael qui aurait pu avoir des problèmes avec la lah'na locale.

Thorvald Greyfeather Nickname/Alias: Lightning rod Race: Shael, falcon Gender: Male Age: 30 Additional Info Personality: Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so. He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation. Appearance: Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue. Height: 4'2" Weight: 80lbs Fight related Magic: Elementalism; lightning. Class: Dragoon Weapons/Items: An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes. Strengths: Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time. Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole. Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly. Weaknesses: Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground. Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result. Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn. Techniques: Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.

Erion avait l'air que Thorvald avait commencé à voler vers la ville... ou vers la ville pour parler aux gens de la créature que le groupe a fini par battre. Mais il regardait le lion. "J'espère qu'on ira bientôt dans une autre ville. Je sais qu'on doit rester ici... mais quand même." Il dit, secouant la tête. "Et j'ai l'impression que ces balances pourraient se vendre un peu à un forgeron ou quelque chose... aussi le fait que j'ai besoin de ressources pour certaines... affaires personnelles." Il dit comme il se souvient de Jim. Un bannissement normal ne marchera plus longtemps. Il devait aller avec autre chose. Une sorte de liaison forte de son âme et la laisser derrière ou quelque chose. Qu'il ne le jette plus et qu'il l'énerve. Bien qu'il ne s'en débarrasse peut-être pas complètement... sachant que la dernière fois qu'il l'a fait, il est revenu 3 jours après... Erion s'est secoué la tête comme il l'a fait à ce sujet. Il se souvient de ce que les autres âmes lui ont dit à propos de Jim. Qu'il a été jeté par-dessus bord par l'équipage lui-même dans la mer pour ennuyer l'équipage une fois de trop avec ses commentaires et ses... blagues. Et même après la mort, il continua son ennui, cette fois-ci vers les nécromants et ceux qui pouvaient voir les âmes. Dieu... pourquoi a-t-il été la victime de ce type? Il n'en avait aucune idée. Bien qu'il y ait une chose qu'il avait en tête depuis longtemps. Et s'il liait son âme à quelque chose... et qu'il glisse cette chose dans un autre sac de nécromancers. Alors Jim pourrait ennuyer ce nécromance à la place et finalement quitter son côté... Ahhh le rêve de le faire partir... chaque nuit il avait ça. Mais ça n'arriverait probablement pas, à cause de la façon dont Jim était... Il soupira alors qu'il s'asseyait en attendant.

Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:

Le lion regarda le Shael alors qu'il se dirigeait vers les cieux à la recherche d'une ville voisine pour informer les autres de leur conquête, et, tout en explorant la forêt au nord, il préférait attendre que la situation soit réglée. Il serait impoli d'abandonner Thorvald de toute façon, peut-être demain ou un autre jour à suivre. Avec un battement d'ailes et une partie de la plume d'Avian, les deux ont été laissés pour eux-mêmes. Avec les mentions de renard de trouver bientôt une autre ville, un forgeron qui aurait pu utiliser la carapace du Wurm. Il a dit quelque chose sur le "business" qui a fait que le félin soulève un sourcil dans la confusion, juste de quel genre d'affaires parlait-il? Il soupirait alors qu'il essayait de faire de petits discours, il n'était certainement pas un pour parler, mais la conversation devait aller quelque part. "S'il y a quelque chose dans votre esprit, vous devriez parler." L'homme léonin grogne alors qu'il regarde la vulpine. Alors qu'il était certainement trop tôt pour douter de ses nouveaux alliés, il ne serait pas mal de prendre garde et attention à leurs actions, vous ne saurez jamais quand on va essayer de vous faufiler pendant que vous dormez, ou tout simplement révéler leurs intentions une fois que vous mettez votre confiance et votre foi en eux, selon ce qui vient en premier. Il soupira en pensant à son passé pendant quelques instants avant de le secouer, il n'était pas utile d'habiter dans une telle chose mesquine après tout. Il a grondé, attendant le retour éventuel de l'avien, se demandant comment il a tenu le coup et espérant qu'il n'a rencontré aucune sorte de conflit.

"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.

Zack se tourna pour regarder le filet avec un clin d'œil, bien que, avec ses vêtements constrictifs, c'était plus comme un squint momentané. Incapable de sourire pleinement, il lui fit une bouche heureuse alors qu'il entendait sa commande. "-Deux-, hein? Oh, un autre pour moi? Comme c'est gentil! Merci!" Il a donné un léger snort, puis a donné une poignée restreinte de sa tête, "Kidding, bien sûr." Il a ajouté hâtivement, "U-sauf si vous payez vraiment pour moi, dans ce cas ce serait l'une des choses les plus gentilles que quelqu'un ait fait pour moi pendant, euh, un moment." Le coyote renvoya le geste de la fouille alors qu'elle l'examinait, bien que son examen n'allât jamais au-delà du simple regard sur elle et sa tenue. "Oui, oui. C'est tout à fait... très serrée." Il a pleurniché d'accord. "Mais l'écharpe ne sort jamais, quoi qu'il arrive. Cependant, je pourrais le faire sans le capot, peut-être...?" Il a jeté un coup d'œil paranoïaque sur l'espace de l'auberge. Dans le coin, il a reconnu le visage d'une de ses victimes précédentes, qui portait une expression cramponfallen alors qu'il embrayait sa barbe qui ressemblait maintenant à un arbuste. "Sur la deuxième pensée, peut-être pas." Zack a murmuré. Il remit son attention au filet par lui. "Mais non, je ne t'ai pas vu me planter dessus. Pas du tout », a-t-il remarqué, « Bien qu'il soit difficile de voir beaucoup de choses dans ce... ce capot. J'imagine que c'est comme être dans l'aveugle qu'ils mettent sur les chevaux." Il lui a dit : "Maintenant, une capuche comme la tienne n'a pas l'air si lourde à porter." Il a hurlé. "Probablement parce que le tien a été fait pour des gens de votre taille." Il a conclu par un léger murmure. "Quoi qu'il en soit, quel est votre nom?"

Name: Zack Itzhak. Nickname/Alias: "Cackling Zack." Race: Nin'tah. Coyote. Gender: Male. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Age: 38. Additional Info Personality: Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him. While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power. He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion. He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others. He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating. Appearance: A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions. Height: 6'2. Weight: 142 lbs. Fight related Magic: Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from. Class: Warlock. Weapons/Items: A relatively plain iron staff. Strengths: - A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic. - He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around. Weaknesses: - Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless. - It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment. Techniques: It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can. Flavor: Theme Song: This is how it should beeee, this is how it iiiis

Pendant le deuxième jour du voyage, quelque chose s'est produit. "Brigands de la mer", observateur sur le nid Enroulé -- Je m'y attendais, dit le capitaine Rakonai.  "Prépare-toi à combattre" Le bateau s'approchait, Varm sortit ses lames. "Enfin, je vais leur montrer ce que je peux." Le premier Thug a sauté sur le vaisseau. Immédiatement, il a été frappé par un énorme Orion. Cependant, juste après lui 4 nouveaux ont sauté sur le pont, l'un d'eux, lah'na a attaqué Varm avec des poignards. Varm a évité son attaque, mais lah'na a attaqué à nouveau, cette fois l'adversaire a été plus rapide et a coupé l'épaule de Varm. "C'est bon". Varm a décidé d'utiliser sa force, a saisi le canon debout à côté et l'a jetée dans l'adversaire. Lah'na a esquivé cette attaque et a commencé à se préparer pour la prochaine attaque. Varm cette fois-ci était préparé et quand l'adversaire a sauté, il l'a frappé en vol avec l'épaule. Lah'na est tombé lourdement sur les planches en bois du pont, il semblait inconscient, rien de plus mal. Après un moment il s'est cassé du sol en jetant simultanément une de ses poignards, heureusement la lame a frappé l'armure sur l'épaule gauche de Varm Varm a décidé de risquer de charger À l'ennemi, merci pour assourdissement causé par le coup dans le pont lah'na ne s'attendait pas à un tel mouvement. Il a été frappé avec le poing du Varm. Il l'a renvoyé et il a été touché avec la lame de l'arme Varm. Du sang versé avec le ruisseau. Pour finir lah'na Varm l'a frappé au visage avec le poing. Il est tombé inconscient au sol. Varm s'est tourné vers les autres combattants, 2 voyous étaient couchés sur les planches du pont et un des yachtsmen était dans la tache de sang. Varm a remarqué que l'un des voyous s'était tenu à lui par le dos, Varm l'a chargé et frappé dans le dos avec une des lames, à la suite du coup ils sont tombés tous les deux au sol, heureusement ce seul coup lourd était suffisant pour que le voyou soit mort. Thugs a commencé à se retirer. L'équipage a décidé de les laisser partir. C'était un bon combat a dit capitaine, j'espère qu'un tel accident ne se reproduira plus. Le plus tôt possible, les Thugs nagent sans se soucier des blessés. Varm est monté sur le corps de lah'na qu'il a combattu, lah'na vivait encore, Varm a décidé de guérir sa blessure et ensuite l'a posé avec le consentement du capitaine dans le lit du membre d'équipage tué. Le lendemain, Lah'na se réveilla et voulut attaquer quelqu'un puis s'échapper du navire, heureusement à temps il fut pris par Varm qui le garda. "Où vas-tu aller?" "N'importe où le plus éloigné de toi." "Tes potes t'ont quittée, pour que je ne voie aucune raison pour que tu sois censé leur revenir." "Pas lui, mais elle!" -- Vous êtes une femme? Varm s'est dit que la vue ne le confondait pas. "Tu ressembles au garçon, c'est probablement à cause de passer du temps avec ces voyous." "Assez, tout de suite vous verrez ce que je peux faire." "Calm en bas, vous êtes blessé et je me bats seulement pour la raison, j'espère que nous parviendrons à un accord, nous avons encore un jour de voyage."

Name: Varm Qua'reth. Nickname: "Meditator" Race: Sak'all, Crocodile. Gender: Male. Age: 29. Additional Info Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage. While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid. He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve. Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored. Height: 6.1 feet. Weight: 167 lbs. Fight related Magic: Enchanting Class: Monk Weapon : Self maded Blades, like This on picture Strengths: Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal. Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed Weaknesses: Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training.

Erion a regardé le lion, puis a regardé un peu en bas. Il a regardé sur le côté. Ils découvriraient peut-être tôt ou tard... qu'il était un nécromeur... au moins... un qui n'utilise que des pouvoirs d'âme. La dernière fois qu'il a essayé de ressusciter les morts... ça l'a rendu si malade et il s'est senti si mal parce que l'âme elle-même a réagi à cela... qu'il s'est arrêté et a laissé l'âme en paix. Et d'autres types de nécromance comme l'utilisation d'os? Eh bien... il a essayé ça avant aussi. Bien sûr, c'était utile, mais encore une fois, les gens ont vu ce genre de magie comme mal. Il s'est donc attaché à la magie de l'âme. Il regarde en bas. Il n'était pas sûr de ça. Il était un peu... intimidé par le lion. Mais s'ils voyageaient ensemble... c'était peut-être mieux de leur dire... mais au fond, il était un peu craintif. "C'est... rien... rien dont tu as vraiment besoin pour t'inquiéter. C'est un problème personnel dont j'ai essayé de me débarrasser pendant environ un an... » a-t-il fini par dire. Il respire profondément. "Je n'aime vraiment pas en parler." Il dit alors. J'ai juste évité le contact avec les yeux, bien qu'il ait eu un léger regard de... tristesse aussi. Il voulait un peu pouvoir le dire à quelqu'un, mais il ne savait pas s'il pouvait lui faire confiance. Il regarda le lion après. "Avec la quantité de préjugés avec le type de magie que quelqu'un utilise..." il finit juste par dire, maintenant un peu craintif qu'il mette 2 et 2 ensemble dans ce. Peut-être qu'il connaissait déjà son genre de magie. Mais avec le fait que ce type de magie lui a sauvé la vie et l'a tellement aidé dans le passé... Il respire profondément et prie qu'il ne l'attaque pas soudainement.

Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:

Ymahr grogne sous son souffle à la nature peu coopérative du renard, si le lion n'était pas déjà suspect avant qu'il ne soit maintenant. Le langage corporel de la vulpine disait déjà autant, il regardait comme si parler du sujet particulier lui causait du chagrin et pendant un moment le félin pensait qu'il devrait simplement abandonner le sujet pour protéger sa vie privée, mais s'il allait l'accompagner à la fois lui et Thorvald, il valait mieux être à l'aise avec s'ouvrir aux deux, le manque de communication est ce qui se sépare souvent des liens. Il gronde sur les paroles du renard, plutôt que de dire la vérité qu'il choisit de la cacher sous sa propre peau, ou plutôt de la fourrure dans ce cas. Il est vrai que c'était personnel, mais l'embouteillage de vos propres problèmes conduit généralement à plus de problèmes le long de la route. La vulpine évitait le contact visuel, ce qui soulevait ses soupçons encore plus, l'appelait cliche' mais les chats étaient toujours des petits êtres curieux, et le lion ne faisait pas exception à cette règle. Finalement, il revient à leur querelle antérieure avec le Wurm et essaie de se rappeler quel genre de magie il avait utilisé plus tôt. C'était offensant, c'était assez évident, il lançait des projectiles comme des boules ici et là. Et le fait qu'il ait dit, "Avec la quantité de préjugés avec le type de magie que quelqu'un utilise.", le lion s'aperçut bientôt que son allié itinérant n'était autre qu'un Nécromancier, aucune autre école de magie ne serait confrontée à une telle discrimination que ceux qui pratiquent les arts morts après tout. Le félin ferma les yeux et jeta sa lance, regardant le renard directement dans l'œil. "Pathétique." Il a croisé les bras et a reparlé une fois de plus. "Tu es pathétique pour avoir douté des autres, mais plus pathétique pour avoir douté de toi-même. Il ne faut pas se définir par leur magie, mais par leurs actions. Si vous savez vous - même que ce que vous faites est juste, qui êtes - vous pour être victime des paroles des autres? Tomber pour de telles paroles mesquines, c'est faible. Mais montrer au monde ce qu'il n'a pas, c'est de la force. Les paroles sont venues comme un sage à son disciple. Ses sentences ont peut-être été grossières ou plutôt émoussées, mais il fallait le dire. Le félin a ramassé sa lance et avec un léger sourire sur son museau continua, "Mais gardez à l'esprit que si jamais vous me trahissez, je n'hésiterai pas à vous traquer jusqu'aux extrémités de ce monde juste pour voir la justice être rendue." Le ton de sa voix rend ambigu qu'il plaisante ou non. Et il aimerait qu'il soit laissé de cette façon.

"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.

Comme l'aubergiste avait servi d'autres personnes avant elle, Atlas a pu faire un peu d'écoute autour de la pièce. Eh bien, pas exprès, mais rester debout à ne rien faire vous fait chercher quelque chose à faire. Les deux à côté d'elle ont eu une conversation douteuse à laquelle elle a fait de son mieux pour ne pas prêter attention. Quelque chose balance et enlève des vêtements? Quoi qu'il en soit... Pendant ce temps, il y avait un curieux petit Shael le Tothum a décidé d'attacher son attention à. Il appelait quelqu'un pour l'aider, bien sûr, avec une wurm tuée. Je savais que tout ce bordel reviendrait me mordre dans la queue. Atlas a pensé, lui berçant les sabots avec une légère appréhension. Ce serait la bonne chose de revenir en arrière et d'aider, qui savait ce qui arriverait s'ils laissaient une carcasse de monstre mort là-bas. Les écailles étaient pointues, quelqu'un pourrait être blessé s'ils tombaient près d'elle. Ou plutôt, il attirerait des créatures plus terrifiantes qui pourraient nuire aux citoyens de cette ville. Ses boissons fraîchement remplies lui sont venues, et elle s'est rapidement renvoyée, pesant les avantages et les inconvénients de savoir si elle et très probablement pas, Rykiar, devrait aider les étrangers. En rentrant à l'étage et dans leur chambre, elle a placé les tasses sur le tiroir de chevet, occupé dans cette lutte interne. Elle a fait sa Bête, et elle était assez fatiguée. Son repas a aidé à retrouver de l'énergie, donc peut-être devrait-il simplement aider à porter le reste de la créature à pied si d'autres l'aidaient. Voler a toujours pris beaucoup d'elle. Bien que, ce boucher les a certainement arrachés. C'était probablement le grade A, tuant récemment Wurm. Ils auraient pu au moins avoir quelques centaines de pièces au moins. Eh bien, encore une fois, elle savait à côté de rien sur la négociation autant que Rykiar pense qu'elle le fait. Elle finit généralement par être d'accord avec le prix que veut le parti opposé et elle n'a jamais eu l'énergie de continuer. C'était probablement la plus longue qu'elle ait jamais pensé à quelque chose. "Atlas? Il y a quelqu'un? Ne me dis pas que tu t'es endormi les yeux ouverts. Nous allons devoir dormir dans différentes chambres si vous..." Atlas roula les yeux, jetant un oreiller sur la souris pour le calmer. "N'écoutez pas. Je viens de voir un de ces gars que nous avons volé la wurm du bas. Il demandait de l'aide pour le ramener ici. » Elle pouvait déjà voir que Rykiar ne s'intéressait pas au dur labeur, et elle non plus. C'était beaucoup venant d'elle, étant le plus grand paresseux qu'il y ait. Je suppose que je suis plus grand que la plupart des autres, à moins qu'ils ne soient un Rakonai ou un Orius. Je suppose que ça dépend de la personne, il y a toujours des variations. "Tout le truc, c'est que je m'inquiète un peu de la mort qui attire les choses les plus effrayantes, et dit que les choses attaquent cette jolie ville." Ça n'a pas vraiment changé l'esprit de Neth. Elle a cherché un mobile. Les yeux d'Atlas tombaient sur le dernier pain cuit. Elle a regardé en arrière Rykiar et il est sourcillé, l'osant faire son pire. Plus vite qu'elle n'a jamais été, et heureusement plus vite que sa souris, la vache a arraché le pain. Elle l'a tenu hors de la portée beaucoup plus courte de Rykiar, ce qui était assez facile. "Oh non! C'est le dernier de ce pain? Le même pain que nous avons convenu tous les deux doit avoir été fait par les anges?" Elle a jeté un coup d'œil, se balançant son propre front dans la gaieté. "Je suis tellement pleine, mais je suppose qu'une petite morsure ne sera pas un problème." Atlas a ensuite lentement abaissé le pain vers sa bouche menaçante. "Très bien! Très bien! Nous irons les aider!" Atlas lui a alors bien sûr remis le médiocre au mieux pain avec un sourire. Aider les autres se sentait presque aussi bien que dormir pendant douze heures, ce qu'elle s'assurera de faire dès qu'ils reviendront. Remontant les escaliers, qu'elle haïssait plus elle les montait, elle découvrit le pauvre Shael qui répétait son besoin d'aide. Atlas lui a donné un sourire ovin ainsi qu'une petite vague pour attirer son attention. Rykiar a évidemment parlé pour eux deux et l'a fait. "Nous aimerions vous aider!" Il s'exclama un peu avec un peu d'enthousiasme, probablement influencé par la mention de la rémunération. Maintenant, ils auraient plus d'argent à dépenser, ce qui signifie bien sûr plus de nourriture.

Name: Atlas Bentpine. Race: Tothum. Gender: Female. Age: 23. Additional Info Personality: Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do. Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at. She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar. Appearance: Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray. Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance. As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily. Height: 7'3 ft. Weight: 250 lbs. Fight related Magic: Transformation. Class: Wanderlusty Nomad Weapons/Items: Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings. Strengths: -Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack. -Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to. Weaknesses: -Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough. -She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count. -Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right. -Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her. Techniques: Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as: Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense Sharp claws/fangs/horns Wings Growth in size and strength But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it. Flavor: Theme Song: Come on you hermit, you never fight back

Erion regarda juste un peu le lion, et grogne sur ce qu'il a dit. Il avait l'air un peu en colère. "M'appeler pathétique... Vous voulez savoir pourquoi je ne parle pas aux gens de mon genre de magie?! Oui, j'utilise la nécromance, l'aspect de l'âme pour être exact! Je sais que le tpye de la magie ne définit pas la personne, mais ce qu'ils en font! Je devrais être le premier à le savoir avec ce qui m'est arrivé dans le passé! » Il dit, marchant vers l'avant. "Avez-vous eu quelqu'un essayer de vous tuer la nuit, quelqu'un de votre propre fête parce que lui bien que vous étiez maléfique et allaient tuer le groupe? Avez-vous déjà eu des gens que vous pensiez être amis juste vous livrer à un groupe de personnes qui veulent se débarrasser de tout type de nécromance, même l'aspect de l'âme?! Je suis désolé, mais c'est une bonne raison de ne pas faire confiance aux gens avec cette information." Il ajoute, puis se calme un peu en regardant le lion, debout là. Son énergie spirituelle s'était déplacée autour de lui en ce moment, visible, mais elle s'est dissipée. "Et tu me dis que je suis pathétique pour avoir douté des autres! Votre propre famille a déjà fini par tuer votre meilleur ami parce qu'il a découvert une grande organisation criminelle dans votre propre famille que vous ne connaissiez même pas du tout! Et l'ironie ici est qu'ils ont utilisé la magie miracle, guérir les victimes de leur propre plan pour obtenir de l'argent!" Il ajoute ensuite, puis se calme à nouveau alors qu'il regarde le lion. Erion ne savait pas comment le lion réagirait à tout ça... mais peut-être que c'était mieux de le nettoyer avec lui. Peut-être que c'était mieux de lui dire les raisons pour qu'il comprenne pourquoi il n'était pas sûr de parler de son genre de magie... et du fait qu'il ne faisait pas confiance aux autres. "Désolé de ne pas avoir confiance en les autres, mais avec combien de fois j'ai fini par dire que les gens ne me donnaient aucun respect ni même essayer de me tuer, ainsi que de ne même pas savoir en qui faire confiance ou croire plus..." il finit par dire, une petite larme dans les yeux... mais il la nettoie ensuite. Puis... Jim est arrivé... encore... "Awww... pleurer bébé va avoir un br..." il a pu dire avant qu'Erion se tourne vers lui et ensuite crié. "Tais-toi, Jim!" il dit avant d'utiliser une grande explosion d'âme et de prononcer quelques mots nécromancies, bannissant de nouveau l'esprit. C'est mon problème personnel. J'entends les esprits et tout ce qu'ils disent... mais il y en a un qui revient et qui m'ennuie... Je veux juste m'en débarrasser. Même les autres esprits veulent qu'il parte... te donnant une idée de combien il est ennuyeux... » dit-il, essayant de remonter un peu le moral. Il espérait que le lion comprendrait un peu plus maintenant. Il n'a pas dit son vrai nom de famille, mais il savait comment ce plan avait été révélé. S'il en avait entendu parler... il savait qu'ils pourrissent maintenant dans un donjon... c'était une bonne raison pour laquelle il ne voulait pas porter ce nom maudit avec lui... un nouveau nom de famille... avec lequel il resterait à partir de maintenant.

Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:

Le lion a été repris à l'agressivité soudaine du renard avant lui, à ce moment-là c'était comme s'il n'était pas la même personne qu'il connaissait plus tôt. Les paroles qui sortaient de sa bouche étaient vitrioles, mais en même temps étaient teintées de chagrin et de tristesse. Certes, la vulpine avait traversé beaucoup de choses jusqu'à maintenant, quelque chose que le lion était témoin de première main, vérité être dit qu'il se sentait un peu mal à l'aise et légèrement coupable. À l'écoute d'Erion ramble sur son passé, l'homme léonin a été rappelé du sien. Il évita le regard du jeune homme, cherchant imprudemment à terre alors que le renard parlait encore, c'était presque comme s'il avait été grondé pour quelque chose qu'il n'aurait pas dû faire. Quand il s'agissait de se méfier, il n'était pas étranger, en fait beaucoup de gens seraient avec la façon dont le monde est en ce moment. Les paroles du renard finirent par culminer en parlant de sa famille et de la façon dont ils tuèrent son meilleur ami, un sujet très sensible qu'il semblerait, et un pour beaucoup. Le lion n'était pas une exception à cela et les pensées de sa propre famille reviennent à lui et il soupire, ils lui manquent beaucoup, mais revenir maintenant ne ferait que... Il secoua la tête, essayant d'abandonner les pensées et de les jeter. La conversation s'est terminée avec le renard avec des larmes dans les yeux. Les crapules de culpabilité s'emparaient du lion, la seule chose dont il n'avait pas besoin à l'heure actuelle, c'était de s'occuper d'un renard qui pleurait, il n'était pas destiné à ce genre de choses! "Mes... excuses." Le lion lui griffait les dents et essayait d'éviter le contact visuel avec le renard, tout en sauvant la fierté qu'il venait de perdre. Puis encore une fois, c'est par sa propre sottise qu'il était dans la situation difficile en premier lieu, donc c'était vraiment sa faute. En ce moment, il n'avait pas grand-chose à faire pour réconforter le jeune homme lacrymogène, il pourrait peut-être l'aggraver. Décider de le risquer, le lion était sur le point de dire quelque chose pour apaiser la douleur du renard mais... quelque chose a interrompu leur petite conversation. Erion l'a qualifié d'esprit, mais d'après l'apparence de celui-ci, "pest" ou "annoyance" aurait pu faire de meilleurs noms. Au moins, la tension s'était dissipée, et le renard avait l'air mieux qu'avant. Le lion ferma les yeux pendant un moment et prit une profonde respiration, essayant de décider s'il devait être celui qui parlait cette fois-ci ou rester silencieux, de peur qu'il ne cause encore plus d'ennuis. "Il a l'air de t'aimer au moins."

"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.

Au début, il semblait que personne ne voulait nous aider, heck, même avec moi offrant la récompense, tout le monde est retourné à leurs propres affaires, comme si c'était tabou de quitter la ville, ou quelque chose comme ça. Quelques-uns m'ont même regardé comme si j'étais un monstre. Heureusement, ils n'ont pas essayé de m'attaquer, cependant, quelques voleurs se sont retirés de moi une fois qu'ils ont découvert que j'avais tué une de ces choses. Oui, d'une certaine façon, même les voleurs n'étaient pas intéressés à m'aider avec mon problème... les voleurs qui étaient désespérés pour l'argent ne voulaient pas m'aider à déménager quelque chose en ville pour un salaire sérieux. J'ai juste fini de demander à un groupe de voleurs, l'un d'eux un filet, l'autre un nin'tah, et un troisième un orius, qui étaient tous sur le point d'essayer de me voler, et qui ont tous fui une fois que j'ai mentionné le wurm. C'est là que j'ai entendu quelqu'un dire qu'ils vont aider. Deux personnes, en fait. C'était le rat et la vache de l'auberge que j'ai visitée il y a quelques instants. "Hm? Tu as changé d'avis, alors? Génial! Je commençais à penser que personne ici ne voulait l'argent, ou voulait m'aider", j'ai donné une sorte de rire farfelu, et j'ai ajouté "Allez, je connais la façon... relativement parlant, de toute façon", on m'a rapidement rappelé à quel point je me perdais facilement à pied, bien que, heureusement, je n'aurais pas à atterrir avant d'y arriver, donc ce n'était pas un problème. Alors que j'étais presque tenté de ne pas leur dire mon nom, j'ai finalement pensé qu'ils devraient probablement savoir s'ils vont aider, ou si je vais les voir, encore une fois "Nom Thorvald, au fait, mais la plupart des gens ici me connaissent comme la foudre. Merci pour l'aide, d'ailleurs, ce n'est pas toujours une bonne idée de laisser un cadavre dehors dans la nature... pourrait attirer un groupe de drywolves, ou quelque chose," J'ai fini par dire au nouveau gars et... euh... fille? Le vol là-bas était vraiment paisible, car le ciel était libre de toute sorte de nuages, tempête ou autre. Des jours comme celui-ci m'ont rappelé mes premières années, quand j'habitais à Sha'varen, où nous n'avons presque jamais eu de temps orageux, et où il faisait toujours chaud, parfait pour voler. J'ai même rappelé pourquoi, exactement je suis venu jusqu'à Laharia en premier lieu... mes parents ont dit que les chats là-bas me mangeraient vivant, et j'ai juste ri à ça, presque comme si je savais que c'était juste une rumeur de cour d'école inventée pour que nous jeunes jeunes ne nous envolions pas dans des pays plus dangereux. J'ai fini par vivre ici depuis. Alors que je visitais ma maison une fois par an, j'ai passé la plupart de mes treize dernières années ici, au pays du chat, et j'ai même bâti une réputation d'aventurier, quelqu'un qui n'est pas fasciné par la vue de certains des monstres et démons étrangers ou plus dégoûtants là-bas, et qui est souvent trouvé perdu dans une grotte, ou volant au-dessus d'une forêt, même qui était connu pour rire littéralement face au danger, pour le meilleur ou pour le pire. J'en suis enfin revenu à l'endroit où on aurait pu aussi bien s'installer au camp maintenant, en regardant en arrière pour m'assurer que les deux me suivaient, et en disant "Fond un peu d'aide, mais... il n'y a que deux d'entre eux, donc nous pourrions encore avoir à ramener la chose en ville... désolé. Je suppose que les gens ne m'aiment pas pour une raison quelconque," J'ai lâché à la dernière partie, et j'ai remarqué que les deux d'entre eux semblaient être de mauvaise humeur. "Il s'est passé quelque chose pendant que j'étais parti?" Je demande à tous les deux, en espérant que je puisse trouver un moyen de le réparer, ou du moins de le rendre meilleur, peu importe ce que c'était.

Thorvald Greyfeather Nickname/Alias: Lightning rod Race: Shael, falcon Gender: Male Age: 30 Additional Info Personality: Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so. He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation. Appearance: Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue. Height: 4'2" Weight: 80lbs Fight related Magic: Elementalism; lightning. Class: Dragoon Weapons/Items: An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes. Strengths: Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time. Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole. Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly. Weaknesses: Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground. Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result. Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn. Techniques: Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.

Erion regarda le lion comme il fronça la tête et secoua la tête. "Maintenant vous savez ce que je ne voulais pas en parler..." il lui dit, se calmer bientôt, mais toujours de mauvaise humeur en ce moment. Il détestait avoir à parler de tout ça, mais l'appeler pathétique parce qu'il ne faisait pas confiance aux autres... Il se serre la tête. À ce moment-là, Thorvald est revenu, tout en disant qu'il n'a trouvé que 2 personnes pour aider à ramener la créature. Il a ensuite demandé s'il s'était passé quelque chose pendant qu'il était parti. Il est resté un peu silencieux. "Juste que nous avons eu une conversation sérieuse." Il a dit, ne pas vouloir entrer dans les détails maintenant. Il ne voulait vraiment pas en parler beaucoup, et la dernière chose dont il avait besoin, c'était que plus de gens connaissent son passé. Je ne sais jamais quand ses parents pourraient échapper à la prison et le traquer... c'était la raison pour laquelle ils ont été pris de toute façon, après qu'il ait découvert tout ça... avec l'aide de son ami au moins... pour penser qu'il était la raison pour laquelle il est allé à la nécromance à la fin au lieu d'utiliser la magie miracle... Il s'est ébranlé la tête. "Mettons ce truc en ville s'il vous plaît." C'est ce qu'il dit. Il regarde alors le lion. "Tu lui dis si tu veux parler de ce que j'ai dit. Je n'ai pas envie de me répéter après tout ça." Il dit alors, d'une voix qui sonnait un peu comme il voulait pleurer, mais il se retiendra. Il s'est secoué la tête après, alors qu'il va bouger la chose.

Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind. Nickname/Alias: “Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.” Race: Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro Gender: Male Age: 28 Additional Info Personality: “How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed. I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road. Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others. Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle… One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.” He stops for a moment, and then look to the side. “You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.” Appearance: One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye. Height: 5.6 feet Weight: 126 lbs Fight related Magic: Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect. Class: “Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here” Weapons/Items: A longsword A set of leather armor Strengths: -Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him. -He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots. Weaknesses: - Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits. - Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique. Techniques: He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them Flavor: Theme Song:

Le Nil est mon nom, le plaisir est mon jeu. Nil a dit, plutôt contente qu'elle l'ait pensé. "Les deuxièmes pour moi aussi, mais je suppose que nous pouvons partager." La curiosité du Nil a été perchée par son étrange commentaire. "Est-ce que ça ne s'en va pas? Oh, je suis sûr que je pourrais enlever tous vos vêtements, d'une façon ou d'une autre. C'est ce que j'ai dit. ." Toute autre spéculation a été coupée par quelqu'un qui s'est introduit et qui a demandé de l'aide. Normalement, elle était contre le travail, mais elle aimait la viande de wurm et pouvait faire un peu plus d'argent sur le côté. Ça avait l'air d'être une bonne affaire. "On peut s'inquiéter de ça plus tard, grand et beau. Allons après ce shael avant qu'il ne s'éloigne trop, k?" Nil demanda et descendit le reste de sa tasse avec un soupir fort indiquant son plaisir avec la boisson et se leva, se dirigeant dans la bonne direction, apparemment en supposant que son compagnon involontaire suivrait. Qu'il l'ait fait ou non, elle ne s'en souciait pas vraiment.

"Beer's on me! Well really on you, but I'm holding the coin purse." Name Niles Nickname/Alias -I prefer Nile -Pest -Rodent -**** Race Neth: Rat Gender Female Age 19 Personality Nile is a care-free spirit, more interested in having fun then responsibilities. Seriousness is like a plague, it just drains your strength and is a bunch of trouble. You don't deserve to laugh at someone else if you can't laugh at yourself a little. Still, if you manage to find something Nile has taken a stand on, don't expect her to back down. Some might accuse her of being frivolous and naive, they'd be dead wrong. It's not like Nile is an assassin beneath that happy face of hers but she knows the rough and tumble of life. Appearance Much like shown, though remove the boiling flask and make the robes a little more baggy and covering. The hood covers her ears and masks her face while pulled up. The color of her fur is similar to tan lines, the parts more protected from the sun and covered by clothing are more white, well the other exposed hairs and turned brown. Height: 4 feet 8 inches and not getting much taller. Weight: 100 pounds-ish Magic: Illusion Class: Trickster Weapons/Items -Small knife, good for cutting meat. -Small knife, also good for cutting meat. -Small knife, you know you can never have too many meat cutting knives. -Several more small knives. -Small bottle of poiso- seasoning. For meat. It makes sure it doesn't move for a while. Yeah... -Small lute, good for making money. Strengths Musician Nile is a natural hand at playing instruments and her music is surprisingly enthralling, even without a little magic to make things more exciting. Expert Novice Nile can't create an army out of thin air, but she's very experience with the little magic's she does know how to do. Full on invisibility is a little out of her reach, but she can spit out smaller cantrips like a woodchuck. Can chuck wood. If a woodchuck could chuck wood. But she can't chuck wood because she's not a woodchuck that can chuck wood. You get the idea. Quick Hands Nile has fingers that only a musician can boast of. Long, nimble, strong, perfect for plucking strings, tossing a knife, or pocketing some cash thrown at her. Don't be surprised if they move faster than you can keep up with. Weaknesses Gimp Nile's right arm is a bit smaller than her other one and is good for little more than making obscene gestures and holding small objects. Troublemaker While Nile has a very good danger sense, or perhaps because of that, she has a tendency to get into trouble. Whether its a particular rowdy song, a snide remark too many, Nile has a way of making things worse. Smol Neth are just naturally smaller than other races and Nile is no exception. She would never win an arm-wrestling contest with a Tothum or be able to bust down a solid oak door. Nile has many strengths, but none of them are in her strength. Techniques Ooooh fighting. Yeah, Nile tends to avoid that. If she had to Nile would rely on using her illusion magic to distract her opponent long enough to stab them or run away. Maybe both. Call it "Stab and Run"? Theme Song Possible TBA

Atlas était heureux que Thorvald, comme il l'a présenté, ait été soulagé que quelqu'un vienne à son aide. Bien qu'elle se soit demandé pourquoi personne d'autre ne l'aiderait. Elle se demandait avec déception si c'était parce qu'il était un Shael. Il semblait si gentil aussi bien, bien qu'il puisse y avoir plus que rencontrer l'œil avec des étrangers. Car tout ce qu'ils savaient, il les conduisait à leur mort. Au lieu de cela, le retour à l'endroit où ils ont vu Thorvald pour la dernière fois et quelques autres était plutôt agréable. Ils se tenaient à un bon rythme alors qu'Atlas et Rykiar, qui remontaient paresseusement sur le dos de la vache, regardaient le paysage. Eh bien, c'était bien maintenant qu'ils ne erraient pas dans les cercles affamés et avaient une idée décente où se trouvait la civilisation. Alors qu'ils marchaient, après le Shael volant, Atlas avait bien sûr un dilemme interne une fois de plus. Cette fois à savoir s'ils devraient ou non s'excuser ou du moins dire quelque chose à ce sujet étant eux qui ont volé une partie du wurm. C'était un peu mal de retourner sur les lieux du crime, et de faire plus de monnaie de ces gens. Est-ce un crime de voler la moitié d'un monstre à quelqu'un? Certains endroits t'ont coupé la main pour avoir volé du pain, et un wurm? le Tothum a pensé avec inquiétude. Elle se demandait alors pourquoi elle s'inquiétait en premier lieu. Peut-être quelque chose qui a à voir avec la sécurité de son amie souris. Ils n'étaient pas arrivés trop longtemps, ou c'était long, elle ne faisait pas vraiment attention. Un léger ronflement sonnait derrière elle, indiquant que Rykiar s'était endormi sur le trajet. Elle l'a carrément frappé avec sa queue, en le voyant tomber deux fois ce jour-là était un peu trop du Neth déjà fatigué. Bien sûr, il s'est réveillé, et pouvait déjà sentir la brûlure de son éblouissement après l'avoir réveillé. "Je suis Rykiar et elle est Atlas." La souris a présenté le groupe, agissant comme s'ils ne l'avaient pas vu auparavant. Atlas a joué le jeu, ne pas dire autant que toujours aux autres, mais leur donner un signe de reconnaissance. Elle pouvait sentir la tension dans l'air entre les deux qui ont peut-être été laissés derrière quand Thorvald est allé chercher de l'aide. Peut-être que les deux avaient besoin d'un autre type d'aide, quelque chose dans le sens du counseling en couple. Les compagnons de voyage se regardaient tous les deux, se demandant dans quoi ils s'étaient mis. La vulpine voulait aller droit au business, semblant être un peu du côté émotionnel. Comment allaient-ils faire ça? Entre les cinq d'entre eux, la Lah'na et elle-même aurait probablement fait la plupart de la lourde levage. Elle savait que Rykiar n'allait pas beaucoup, et elle souhaitait qu'elle ne puisse pas aussi bien. Cette chose était lourde la première fois qu'elle la portait. Cette fois-là, elle utilisait aussi sa transformation, mais elle craignait qu'ils la reconnaissent. L'argent en valait-il la peine?

Name: Atlas Bentpine. Race: Tothum. Gender: Female. Age: 23. Additional Info Personality: Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do. Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at. She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar. Appearance: Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray. Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance. As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily. Height: 7'3 ft. Weight: 250 lbs. Fight related Magic: Transformation. Class: Wanderlusty Nomad Weapons/Items: Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings. Strengths: -Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack. -Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to. Weaknesses: -Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough. -She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count. -Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right. -Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her. Techniques: Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as: Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense Sharp claws/fangs/horns Wings Growth in size and strength But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it. Flavor: Theme Song: Come on you hermit, you never fight back

Finalement, le silence et la gêne de la situation ont été atténués par le retour opportun de Thorvald. Aux côtés de l'Avien se trouvaient une femme bovine et un petit rongeur, le lion grognon dans le déplaisir, beaucoup plus de gens à s'inquiéter. C'était un peu bien quand il était juste lui, Thorvald et Erion, mais combien d'autres doivent-ils prendre à côté d'eux? Ils vont devoir ramasser tous ceux qui ont une histoire de sob-story avec eux et les faire rejoindre par pure pitié? Ils vont devoir récupérer chaque duo de ragtag ou trio d'aventuriers qu'ils rencontrent? S'il n'en savait pas mieux, ils doivent construire une sorte d'armée. Peut-être était-il juste surpensant les choses et s'est-il présenté à contrecœur à ceux qui s'appellent Rykiar et Atlas. Après la fin des formalités, Ymahr se tourna vers Thorvald, lui disant qu'il n'y avait rien en particulier. Il était couché par la peau de ses dents, ne serait-ce que pour éviter d'aggraver les choses. Le renard le regarda en arrière et il tourna simplement l'inverse en disant qu'il ne préférerait pas. Si au moins pour protéger sa vie privée. Sans un autre mot, le lion s'approcha de la carcasse et attendit que les autres viennent soulever la chose.

"I seek strength to protect, not to kill." Basics Name: Ymahr Shir. Race: Lah'na, a Lion specifically. Gender: Male. Age: 33. Additional Info Personality: At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on. The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such. Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often. He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall. Appearance: Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings. His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic. Height: 6'2". Weight: 190 lbs. Fight related Magic: Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery. Class: Vagabond. Weapons/Items: A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor". Strengths: Brute Strength - Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes. Agile - Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies. Instinct - He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety. Weaknesses: Solace in Solitude - Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death. Lion's Pride - In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is. Sticks and Stones - Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries. Expose' - Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead. Techniques: Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation. When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.

En sortant du bateau, Varm regardait encore une fois Lah'na. Son nom était Faela, elle était basse, environ 5,3 pieds et il a été possible de déterminer son âge pendant environ 22 ans. Tu viens avec moi ou tu vas rester ici? Je viens avec toi, mais ça ne veut pas dire que je t'aime bien. Où vas-tu aller? Je ne suis pas sûr que nous parvenions à atteindre Tel'eth. Varm a acheté des provisions pendant plusieurs jours dans la taverne et s'est dirigé vers les portes de la ville, en chemin il a rencontré de nombreux mendiants assis le long de la route et ayant l'espoir de passer par un autre jour, après la sortie de la ville Varm a décidé de ne pas tenir avec l'itinéraire principal et de se déplacer sur le côté pied-chemin, il a été exposé aux attaques de monstres mais étant attaqué par les bandits était égal zéro, ce Varm avait peur de la plupart, perdant un objet précieux avec lequel il marchait. Varm a décidé de tenir avec la route principale après l'avoir atteint, avec eux beaucoup d'autres espèces essayaient d'aller de l'avant.Crowd - bon endroit pour entendre de nombreux ragots et contes. J'ai entendu dire que le groupe de guerriers a vaincu le vaurme dans les quartiers de la ville à proximité. Quelqu'un t'a servi un joli conte, impossible de vaincre le vurme, peut-être qu'il était petit. Varm a écouté ces contes et d'autres, sachant que la majorité d'entre eux est le steak conçu de flowmery. Vaincre le vaurme, quelqu'un serait tellement fou de faire ça ou peut-être quelqu'un était aussi fou d'imaginer ça.

Name: Varm Qua'reth. Nickname: "Meditator" Race: Sak'all, Crocodile. Gender: Male. Age: 29. Additional Info Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage. While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid. He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve. Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored. Height: 6.1 feet. Weight: 167 lbs. Fight related Magic: Enchanting Class: Monk Weapon : Self maded Blades, like This on picture Strengths: Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal. Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed Weaknesses: Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training.

Même avec toute notre aide, le transport de la créature lourde a pris plus de temps que je ne le voulais... Je suppose que ça a quelque chose à voir avec le fait que je n'étais pas très douée pour utiliser mes jambes... Heck, les seules fois où je les utiliserais normalement c'est si j'étais forcé au sol, ou si j'étais à l'intérieur d'un bâtiment ou d'une grotte. Une fois arrivés, nous l'avons vendu à quelques gens, y compris le forgeron, un nin'tah, et probablement un étranger comme moi. Il n'aimait pas s'éloigner de son travail, et son accent était presque trop épais pour que je le comprenne, mais, heureusement, tout comme les autres, nous avons négocié un prix pour les balances de la chose... et, comme le reste du temps, j'ai décidé de ne garder aucun de l'argent pour moi, ce qui, à son tour, a fait la coupe de tout le monde de la paye. Nous sommes finalement revenus, et les deux autres ne semblaient pas vouloir nous rejoindre, tout aussi bien, il semblait que Ymahr n'était pas très à l'aise autour d'eux. -- Eh bien, désolé que cela ait pris si longtemps, mais, au moins maintenant, nous pouvons explorer cette forêt enchantée, n'est-ce pas? J'ai essayé de réconforter mes coéquipiers, un peu, mais, à en juger par ce que je connais de leur personnalité, c'était un grand ordre. Pourquoi ai-je toujours les solitaires à visage de pierre? Je me suis dit que je me dirigeais joyeusement vers la forêt qui, d'une manière ou d'une autre JUST récemment, est devenue enchantée. N'importe quel nombre de choses pourrait nous arriver dès qu'on s'y met, bon sang, pour tout ce qu'on sait, l'un d'entre nous pourrait se transformer en grenouille, ou nous pourrions pousser une seconde tête, ou quelque chose comme ça. Bien sûr, la chose la plus courante ne serait rien du tout d'arriver JUST en marchant dans la forêt, mais, parfois, il paie de savoir ce qui pourrait arriver dans une situation.

Thorvald Greyfeather Nickname/Alias: Lightning rod Race: Shael, falcon Gender: Male Age: 30 Additional Info Personality: Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so. He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation. Appearance: Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue. Height: 4'2" Weight: 80lbs Fight related Magic: Elementalism; lightning. Class: Dragoon Weapons/Items: An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes. Strengths: Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time. Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole. Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly. Weaknesses: Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground. Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result. Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn. Techniques: Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.